Selena Kitt: Hussy

“I thought you'd never ask.” She grabbed her backpack and followed him down the hall. The principal's office was nearly empty and Lindsey sat across from a dark-skinned black man who looked like he was on his way to a parade. His white uniform practically glowed next to the darkness of his skin.

“Wait here!” Mr. Ryan directed her with a frown, knocking on Mr. Miller's door.

“I'm not going anywhere.” Lindsey shrugged, pulling her knees up to chest and resting her chin on them. She glanced over at the guy sitting across from her and noticed him looking at her. Smiling, she slid her legs back down, slipping down in the chair and letting her legs fall open a little. She saw his eyebrows go up, and he lifted his gaze to her face.

“You're a very pretty girl.”

She shrugged. “Yeah? So?”

He adjusted his white hat, still meeting her eyes. “So you don't have to do that to get attention.”

Lindsey frowned, snapping her legs together and sitting straight up. “Do what?”

“You know what.”

“What are you all dressed up for-a parade or something?” Lindsey squinted at him and saw he was wearing a name tag: Lieutenant Zachary Davis.

“I'm a recruiter.”

“For what?” Lindsey snorted, looking him up and down. Even the man's shoes were white! “The Pillsbury Dough Boy?!”

He raised an eyebrow in her direction. “The U.S. Navy.”

“So you're… what… a sailor?”

“On a nuclear submarine, but yes.” He cocked his head at her. “Do you have any interest in the Navy?”

She rolled her eyes. “Only if we're at war.”

“We are.”

“Yeah, well… not here we're not.”

“So what are you interested in…Lindsey?”

He'd obviously been paying attention. She leaned forward, putting her elbows on her knees and her chin in her hands. “Sex… Zach.”

“Is that all?”

“No…” She glanced over at the secretary, who was rifling through papers at her desk, but clearly listening to them. “I also like pina coladas and getting caught in the rain.”

He laughed. “But are you into health food?”

“Are you kidding me?” Lindsey smiled back. “I live on Twinkies and Taco Bell.”

“Kraft Macaroni and Cheese, here.”

She grinned back at him. “I love that stuff.”

“What else do you love?”

“Hm…” Lindsey fidgeted. “I love dogs… but I'm not allowed to have one.”

“How come?”

“My parents.” She sighed.

“Are you a senior?”

“Yes.” Pulling a pack of gum out of her bag, she slid a stick out with her teeth.

“Eighteen?”

She offered him a piece. “Yep.”

He shook his head. “So you'll be out on your own soon and you can make up your own mind about whether or not you want a dog.”

“I can't wait!” She crumpled the wrapper and slid the stick of gum between her teeth.

He sat forward a little. “So… what else do you love?”

“You're weird.”

He shrugged. “Just a question.”

The silence stretched for a moment, and then Lindsey said softly, “Snow.”

“What else?”

“Argyle socks…and you know those little machines that sell those toys in grocery stores?” She snapped her gum. He nodded. “I love those. I still have to put a quarter in one every time I go.”

He laughed. “What else?

“Twizzlers.” She smiled. “And the blues.”

He looked surprised for the first time. “Who's your favorite?”

“I like Stevie Ray Vaughan and Eric Clapton… old stuff.”

He snorted. “Old, eh?”

“My favorite, lately, though, is Kenny Wayne Shepard.”

“Really?”

“Really.”

“Well that's a strange coincidence…” His grin grew wider. “I happen to have tickets to Kenny Wayne Shepard playing at the Palladium on Friday.”

“You do not!”

“I actually do.”

“Really?”

“Want to go?”

“Are you serious?”

“Would the Pillsbury Doughboy kid you?”

“Lindsey!” It was Mr. Ryan calling from the principal's office. She'd almost forgotten about him!

“Here's my number.” Lindsey grabbed her crumpled gum wrapper and opened it, scribbling furiously. “Call me. I have to go get paddled.”

“Excuse me?” Zach raised his eyebrows as she grabbed her backpack.

“Lindsey!” It was Mr. Miller this time, his face already red.

“I've been a bad girl.” She smirked, nudging Zach's shoulder with her hip as she passed. She didn't look back, but she had the strong feeling he was watching her ass wiggle in her shorts as she walked toward where Mr. Miller and Mr. Ryan were flanking the principal's office door.

“Lindsey-” Mr. Miller shook his head as he waved her in.

“I know, I know.” She snapped her gum, throwing her backpack on the floor and flopping into the chair next to his desk. “Save the lecture, Dad.”

Mr. Miller nodded to Mr. Ryan. “Thanks for bringing her down, Jim.” Mr. Ryan sighed, pulling the door closed as he left.

“So what do I get today?” She grinned at him, turning sideways a little in the chair and throwing one leg over the side. “Please tell me it's a spanking along with my ticket to ride the ol' suspension train!”

“You're a very difficult girl, Lindsey.” Mr. Miller cleared his throat as he sat in his chair, shaking his salt and pepper head and straightening his tie.

“I know.” She fixed him with her gaze as her hand slid down between her legs, pulling her shorts aside. “That's why you like me so much.”

“Hey…” His eyes focused between her legs as she spread her lips, showing him pink. She was still glistening wet from touching herself in the computer room and her pussy ached.

“Oh Mr. Miller…” She slid two fingers into her wetness, pulling them out and smearing them over her lips. “I've been so, so bad. I deserve everything you can give me…” Lindsey stood and leaned over to whisper into his ear. “And I mean… everything. ” Her still-sticky hand slipped over the crotch of his trousers, feeling his erection. He was hard, and had probably been that way since Mr. Ryan came into his office.

“Come on, Mr. Principal.” Lindsey turned and bent over his desk, lifting her ass in the air. “You know I deserve it.”

“Please!” Mr. Miller stood, glancing out the window and turning the blinds closed. He passed the door and pushed the button on it, locking it. She smiled, resting her cheek on his blotter with a happy sigh. “You really…need to stop. You are going to get in trouble with more than just me, one of these days.”

“I can only hope.” She felt his hand moving over the satiny softness of her shorts as he stepped in behind her. Closing her eyes, she spread her thighs a little wider, her pussy aching. She could barely wait for him to touch her-but it didn't take long. He yanked her shorts down to her knees, his hand coming down hard against her behind.

“What were you looking at while you were touching yourself, Lindsey?” His hand met her ass again and she whimpered and sighed.

“Nice big fat cocks.” She arched, lifting her ass up for him.

“You're so bad.” He smacked her again and she gasped, feeling his fingers probing her slit. “My god…you're soaking wet!”

“Can't help it.” She tried to squeeze his fingers, pull them deeper inside of her. “I soooo want to be fucked.”

“Do you?” His fingers slid in deeper and she moaned softly. “You want a big, fat cock shoved up here?”

“Yes.” Lindsey shivered, her nipples hard against the desk. “But yours will have to do today.”

“You little bitch!” His hand came down so hard on her ass that she yelped, tears stinging her eyes. She heard him unzipping, adjusting as he slipped the head of his cock between her swollen lips. He grabbed her hips, sinking himself deep into her pussy. Biting her lip, she tried not to smile in triumph and hid her face in her arms, whimpering instead.