Principal Stern glared down at Marilyn Strait, who sat shivering in front of him. Her wet hair clung to her head as she looked up at him. Nurse Baxter stood in a corner, touching her cheek with a hand.
"I'm so sorry," Marilyn whimpered. "I've never done anything like that before, I swear. I'm not a lesbian. She just...she touched me, and..."
Stern held up a hand. "Miss Strait, the nurse told me your side of the story. I understand Miss Goode coerced you. You're just fortunate that it was the gym teacher who found you, and not your classmates. This won't go beyond these walls. The bell has already rung. You're free to go home."
Marilyn sobbed as she nodded, then rushed out of his office. Principal Stern sighed, glanced over at Nurse Baxter, and said, "Now for the hard part."
He squared his shoulders, then opened the door that connected the principal's office to the nurse's office. It swung wide to show Jane Goode sitting on the cushioned table in the center of the room. She had a blanket wrapped around her to cover her still dripping body. Professor Edwards stood behind her, holding a clicking device up to her and frowning.
Jane smiled. "Hey, Ben. How's my girlfriend doing?"
Stern fixed his glare at her as he approached the table. "Miss Goode, this is no time for levity. You are in serious trouble."
Jane pouted. "Aw, what's the matter, Ben? You wanted to watch? Bring her in here, I'll give you a show."
"First of all, you will address me as Principal Stern or Sir. Second, Miss Strait has returned home. She is very distraught. And third, I am waiting for an explanation for your behavior and for your extremely inappropriate attire."
"You mean this?" Jane threw off the blanket to show her tight black dress clinging to her body. Her long legs arched, allowing her skirt to fall open and expose the pink swollen lips between them. The cloth of her top stuck to her chest, clearly defining her firm breasts and erect nipples. "Don't tell me you don't like it. I can see you do."
Stern glanced down at the bulge in his pants, then spun on his heel to look away. Nurse Baxter scurried forward to throw the blanket back over Jane.
Stern faced her again with narrowed eyes. "Miss Goode, I demand an explanation. Right now."
Jane shrugged. "What can I say, sir? I'm just really, really horny."
Nurse Baxter gasped and covered her ears with her hands.
Professor Edwards looked up from his device and beckoned. "Principal Stern, if we could have a word?"
"Of course." Stern pointed at Jane. "Remain here, young lady."
"Sure. I'll just amuse myself while you're gone." Jane spread her legs again, exposing her naked pussy, and began to run her fingers over the glistening lips.
Stern almost ran back into his office, followed by Professor Edwards and Nurse Baxter. Stern dropped into his chair and mopped his forehead with a handkerchief. "Good lord, I just can't believe this. Miss Goode was one of my star pupils. I've never had a problem with her, let alone something like this."
Edwards held up the device. "I think I have the answer, sir. This device measures radioactivity, and I'm picking up a large concentration from Jane. Remember I told you about the accident at the atomic plant?"
"Of course. But I thought we confirmed there were no ill effects."
Edwards nodded. "Yes, I thought so, too. But our knowledge of radiation is still limited. I believe we're seeing unforeseen circumstances. The atomic radiation has affected Miss Goode's libido, increasing it to unprecedented levels. In short, Miss Goode has become an atomic-powered nymphomaniac."
Stern wiped the sweat from his forehead again. "My word, I had no idea radiation could have that effect."
"Neither did I. We should notify the government. But we have a more pressing concern." Edwards leaned against the desk. "Bobby Johnson went missing last night. He was found this morning at Perspiration Point. He had to be taken to the hospital for extreme exhaustion and friction burns on his genitals. He says Jane did that to him. Jane and her atomic-powered libido. She rode him like a horse for almost six hours straight. A girl that sexually-charged is dangerous, Principal Stern, to both men and women. I recommend keeping her locked away from the general population until we can cure her."
Stern brought his hands down to cover the bulge in his crotch, frowning to hide his excitement. "I see. And, uh, how can we cure her?"
"Well, I have a theory. Radiation caused this, maybe it can stop it." Edwards looked at Nurse Baxter. "Do you have an X-ray machine?"
Nurse Baxter nodded.
"Good. If we can bombard Jane Goode with X-rays, it should reverse the effects of the atomic radiation. It will take some adjustments to the X-ray machine, but I can have it done within the hour."
"All right." Stern got up and waved to the nurse. "Miss Baxter, go in and check on Jane. Make sure she's, uh, comfortable. But don't get too close to her."
"Yes, sir." The nurse hurried to her office door and gently pulled it open. She froze, then yanked the door open. "Sir? She's gone."
"What?" Principal Stern ran to the nurse's office and burst inside.
Jane Goode was indeed gone. The blanket lay on the padded table. When Stern looked up, he saw an air-conditioning vent open on the wall, the grate hanging by only a single screw.
"She's escaped." Stern rubbed the cheeks on his face. "She can't have gotten far. It's after school, classes are over, and the doors are locked. Baxter, Edwards, you get to work on that X-ray machine. I'll go get the janitor and we'll hunt Miss Goode down."
"Yes, sir." Edwards headed over to the X-ray machine mounted in the corner.
Principal Stern adjusted his tie and walked out of the office into the empty hallways of the school. He walked with a slight limp, trying to hide his swollen penis. A sex-crazed young girl running loose in a school. If it wasn't his school, it might be considered a dream come true.
His footsteps echoed through the halls of the school as he walked to the janitor's closet. The setting sun cast golden rays onto the floors of the hallways. It felt so peaceful, yet Stern was tense knowing Jane Goode was out there. Somewhere. Stern kept his eyes and ears alert for footsteps or a glimpse of a naked girl.
Stern knocked on the janitor's door. "Willy? Are you in there? I need your help with..."
The door was unlocked. It swung open. Stern gasped.
Willy, Redford High's seventy-four year old janitor, lay on the floor against the wall of the closet. His pants and boxers lay in a tangled mess around his ankles. His shriveled penis lay on one thigh, dripping wet, swollen and red. Willy stared up at Principal Stern with a rigid smile on his wrinkled face.
Stern leaned in to touch two fingers to Willy's neck. He felt no pulse.
A gasp made Stern turn around. Nurse Baxter stood in the closet entrance, touching her face with both hands. "What happened?"
"Jane. That's what happened." Stern reached up to push Willy's eyelids closed. "She tried to have sex with him, but she was just too aggressive. He must have had a heart attack. Professor Edwards is right. If we don't stop Jane, then none of us will be safe."
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