Pareta College

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Pareta College


Chapter 3: If you can't beat them, join them

After casting time stop and invisibility spells the past couple of days at Pareta College I'd had a lot of fun. But at the same time the girls were either frozen in time, or I'd badly thought out mind control spells. After Hermoine, Shareen and Rebecca were given double detention for having a little bit of fun (grabbing my crotch in public view outside the school and exploring their sexuality together in the toilets), I realized that I should stop fighting the system. As the old saying goes, if you can't beat them, join them.

The three girls took me up to one of the school buildings, and up a flight of stairs.

"Inside here's the Miss Highberry's secretary, you'll need to see her first," said Hermoine.

"Why don't you girls wait here then until I get out," I said.

"Yeah ok," they replied.

I entered through the open door, there was a woman in her early 50's at a computer behind the counter. Her name tag said Mrs Brown.

"Hello, I'd like to see the principal," I said.

"Do you have an appointment sir?" she said.

"No, I don't but can I see Miss Highberry anyway?"

"No sir, I can't do that, she's a very busy woman. The earliest appointment I can get you is in 3 weeks."

That's what you think, I thought.

I pulled out my wand, pointing it at her, "Mrs Brown, obey".

I continued, "I think you'll find I don't need an appointment as the principal has been waiting for me."

"Oh if that's the case, you better go straight in," she replied. She got up from the desk, walked me to the door that had the words PRINCIPAL written on it, opened it and said "Miss Highberry, that young man you've been waiting for has arrived."

She all but pushed me though and closed the door.

Miss Highberry looked old and ultra conservative. If she wasn't in her mid 60's and ready for retirement, I don't know who is! She was very plain, wrinkled, but still thin. Her hair was grey and she was in a bland pants suit.

"I'm not waiting for someone," she blurted out at me, looking like she was about to show me the door.

I jumped into the conversation, "I'm here to talk about the detention you gave Hermoine, Rebecca and Shareen the other day. I was the man they were with yesterday outside the school grounds."

The color of her face went pale, "Well I should phone the police right now, having your way with these innocent girls," her hand went out for the phone. Oh no you don't I thought grabbing my wand.

"Miss Highberry, obey," I began, "You don't want to phone the police as there's no need to. You've forgotten why you were wanting to use the phone. In fact you want to call your secretary to make us some coffee." 

"Mrs Brown, can you make us two cups of coffee," the principal turned to me, "How do you like your coffee Mr...?"

"Mr Gray, James Gray. White and two thanks"

She gave the order to her secretary before hanging up the phone and turning to me. Before she could ask anything more, I made sure my wand was point at her and continued my spell to put her under my command.

"Miss Highberry, I've come to help you straighten out this school. You're currently under my control. Whenever I make a suggestion to you, you will think it's an excellent idea and wonder why you didn't think of such a good idea in the first place. You will find me intelligent, charming and worthy of great respect. If anyone criticizes you for implementing on of my suggestions, you will think they don't know what they're talking about. You will always tell me the truth. You will not remember any part of this conversation. Miss Highberry, Obey over."

Miss Highberry looked confused for a short moment before she asked me, "Now what were you here for again Mr Gray?"

"James is fine Miss Highberry," I smiled at her and she smiled back.

"You know you're very charming James," she said.

"Thank you," I replied.

I knew at that moment that she was under my control. I'd been thinking about all my ad hoc sexual urges over the past few days. Now that I had the principal under control I was going to enact my plan. You see school is such an insular institution. This helps protect it from outside 'attack' in a societal manner, but if you could control everything from the inside I could see I'd be able to mold it to my liking.

I continued talking to her, "You know I've been watching how this school's been run from a far, and whilst I think you've been doing a great job," she blushed underneath all those wrinkles, "I think Pareta College could be even better."

"Like what?" she asked.

"Well one thing I've noticed is that whilst most of the school grounds are protected from perverts looking in, there's some areas near the swimming pool and parent drop off point which are very open. I think it's important that we make sure undesirables can't look into the school grounds so easily."

"You know you're right," she began, "but how can we fix it?"

"What kind of state are the school's finances in?" I asked.

"Very well actually, a recent benefactor left the College a very large sum of money," she said.

"Well how about if we shielded the school grounds by planting advanced trees that will act as a think hedge?"

"What a great idea James, I wished I'd thought of that!"

Mrs Brown knocked on the door and brought in the coffee.

"Mrs Brown," the principal began "Can you look through the Yellow Pages and organize a meeting for 10 am with a landscaper that can plant some advanced trees as soon as possible."

"Of course, I'll organize it for you," the secretary said before leaving.

I sipped the coffee, "This is good," I said.

"Yes it is James, but not as good as your ideas," the principal said.

"Seeing you've got some money in the budget, how about if you employed me to act as the school's advisor? Starting at say, $100,000 a year cash in hand," I said.

I waited to see if she'd take the bait.

"Of course," she said "I mean if you can keep coming up with excellent ideas like that, it's worth every penny."

She got out some paperwork, and within five minutes we'd all but finished filling in the documents.

"In the duties column, it says my role is to advise you on methods of improving the running of the school. How about if I'm also able to help the students?" I said.

"Are you a qualified teacher?" she asked.

"No," I replied.

"Well I'm sorry, but I can't help you on that one. The rules from the Catholic Schooling Office is very clear, we can only employ qualified teachers for curriculum subjects," she said.

"What if I taught the girls a non-curriculum subject, something very important in improving their skills, education and experience, but didn't officially count for their marks towards tertiary education?" I said.

"That would be acceptable, what subject did you have in mind?" the principal asked.

"I thought with my experience, I'd be able to teach them sex education."

The wheels spun in her mind before Miss Highberry said "Another excellent idea! Let's just add that to your job description," she signed the paper passing it back to me to also sign, which I did.

"I'll need my own permanent class room which I can also use as an office," I said.

"Consider it done. Here's the key to room 17A, we haven't used it all term", she said passing my the brass key, "What other great ideas do you have?"

"Well, I thought it would benefit the school, the girls, the teachers and staff if there was some transfers between other local girls schools," I said.

"That's not such a bad idea, things can become very stale unless you change things every so often," the principal said.

"How about we meet with the principals from St Theresa's and Mt Alma's School for Girls, the union and the Catholic Schooling Office to work something out. How about 2 pm today?", I asked.

"Sounds like a fantastic idea," she said, "I only wished I'd thought of it sooner. Anything else we should be doing?"

"Why don't you schedule a staff meeting for 3.30 PM today to sort things out. Oh yeah, can I borrow a car to organize things?" I asked.

"Of course you can," she passed me her car keys, "I'll make sure all the staff are there for 3.30 PM"

I finished drinking my coffee, "Well I better get started then Miss Highberry. Oh, one other thing, there are three girls outside your office who got a double detention yesterday. You better see them and cancel their detention, they didn't do anything wrong. Can you send them down to my office afterwards to help me get it ready?"

"Of course James, and thank you so much for accepting the job. I don't know how this school worked as well as it does without your help. We must have been lucky!" and with that the principal walked me out her office door, she then turned to Mrs Brown, the school secretary and asked her to call in the three girls.

I walked past them and they looked at me, trying to work out if I'd sweet talked the principal into getting them off detention. Of course I had, but I'd just got them, and the rest of the school into something far deeper and more rewarding than anything could be.





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