Season Finale: Corruption in the Principals Office

Blackshaft - 1-05 - Lines part 4 - Season Finale
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St Ignatious. Principle’s Office. Day.

Susan Corralli looking at the desk and couldn’t get the picture out of her head; Caroline Wyatt’s legs spread wide as that black... teacher was... She could picture his bare buttocks as they thrust. Then there were the sounds. The deep, gutteral sounds. They thought they were being quiet but they were grunting like animals. Animals aren’t quiet. As Miss... No, as the WHORE defiled this office and spat on everything that was right and had been built up over the years. Susan was NOT racist. But there were limits. Being friends is fine, being work colleagues as well, but what sh had seen and heard happening in this office, on this desk...? No. The whore was not born black, her mother was obviously not born black, her father was not born black. She could hear the treacherous sounds from the so-called principle in her head as she stood there.
“Okay,” Caroline Wyatt said. “Two weeks, not a problem.”
Susan looked at the white traitor behind the desk. She even looked different now. Wyatt wore her hair down and Susan noticed the cleavage on show now. The woman was dressing sluttier. Her body language was looser as well as her language with the odd profanity slipping in. She had noticed how Caroline Wyatt was letting things go. The students’ language as well was looser. And in front of the Principle who refused to acknowledge it. It had happened again this morning as she followed Wyatt coming in. Some of the supposed young ladies were talking about sex and using words they shouldn’t have. Wyatt simply smiled and walked straight passed them. It was almost like she was supporting them when she smiled. The thought made her feel sick.
“I’ll see about getting a temp.” Susan said.
Caroline Wyatt sat back. “Don’t worry about it. It’s a good chance to give some of the girls some work experience.”
Susan swallowed, horrified by what they might see or hear. “I really think--”
“Don’t worry, the place’ll still be here when you get back.” Caroline smiled. “We’ll try not to destroy it too much. So go. Enjoy your vacation.”
‘Try not to destroy it too much,’ she heard and Susan felt like screaming it was too late but that would have made the slutty whore suspicious. She needed to get away from here and tell people. Tell the trust who helped fund this place what was happening. Susan slowly forced a smile on her face. “Okay.” she said. “Thanks.”
Caroline leant her elbows on the desk and smiled again. “You’re young.” she said. “Have fun. get drunk, get laid. To quote the song ‘Enjoy Yourself, it later than you think’!”
“Yes... Miss Wyatt.” Susan said, forcing each word out.
“In fact, it near

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