03.2023 | WELCOME BACK! Hello friends old and new! I'm so excited to welcome you all back to SITW! I've made some changes to the plot and added the ability to play supernatural charcaters! So come and check it out! I can't wait to jump back into this little town with all of you!
A strange history surrounds the town, it is a place where mysterious and supernatural things have been known to happen. The reputation of the town reguarly draws in visitors and newcomers alike. While some residents avidly believe in the supernatural, others are far more skeptical. What do you believe?
Post by Calliope Bartlett on Sept 17, 2023 2:08:20 GMT
Callie spent an unreasonable lengthy amount of time trying to decide what to wear to school today, considering it was ‘just school’ and she wasn’t one to work hard to impress the male presence around there. But then again, there was one man in particular she had been thinking about quite a lot, and she did see him around school. Though, he was much more man than any of the boys in her class. She sighed, a coy smile crossing her lips as she recalled her encounter with her principal in the bookstore in town.
It had been about a week since Callie’s chance encounter with Principal Jack Hollifield in The Nook, and she had spent a decent bit of time trying to think of clever, yet subtle ways to try and find reason to need to interact with him. She could have gone the basic route and gotten in trouble, but that seemed so obvious and rather childish. Plus it always resulted in parents being called, and the last thing she wanted to come to his mind when it came to her; were her parents. Actually, quite far from it. She wanted him to have other, more pleasurable thoughts come to mind when it came to her.
If there was one thing she could claim to be, it was determined. Well, that and bold. But one had to be when they were interested in men significantly older than they were. And that was her favorite type; older men. Principal Hollifield was no exception to this. In fact, we was quite perfect for her interests. Now, just getting him to admit that there was more than just attraction and interest on her part. That would be the tricky part.
He was an intelligent man, and had a reputation to protect, he wouldn’t just casually throw that all away for a young piece of ass… regardless of how pretty she was. No, Callie would have to be more than just attractive, she’d have to be clever and cover all her bases. No one could know her intentions, not even Kota.
Callie waited for her free period to go ahead and take advantage of Principal Hollifield’s offer to speak with him regarding grades and transcripts, so with the folder of papers she printed up and collected form her guidance counselor, she headed to his office for a chat. Completely believable, she even cleared it with the vice principal and got herself on his schedule, she didn’t want him completely taken by surprise when she showed up after all. She waved to the school secretary in the office who waved her on to sit in one of the chairs in the waiting area until she was told he was ready to see her.
Post by Jack Hollifield on Sept 17, 2023 2:32:06 GMT
Calliope Bartlett. To say he hadn’t thought of her since their encounter at the bookstore would be an outright lie. He had felt sexually frustrated for the entire rest of that and had definitely spent the evening rubbing one out while he imagined all the things he’d like to do her. One day. Not soon. At least so kept telling himself. Not. Soon.
He hoped she wouldn’t take him up in his offer to go over her transcripts and such with her. Not because he didn’t want to see her but because of how tempting he found her. Unfortunately, or fortunately, she did take him up on it.
When he walked in that morning to look at the schedule he saw her name for an appointment in the afternoon. At least he had time to mentally prepare himself. He wore black dress pants, always fitted, and a white and black patterned shirt with the sleeves rolled up a bit and a black skinny tie.
At the appointed time he took a breath and opened his office door, looking as professional as he always did at work. ”Barlett, Calliope,” he read from his paper. ”Come on it.” He barely looked at her while he left the door open and moved back behind his desk. The less he looked at her the better.
Post by Calliope Bartlett on Sept 17, 2023 3:44:29 GMT
Callie wasn’t kept waiting long, Principal Hollifield was prompt and professional after all. Though his body showed some ‘less than professional’ thoughts crossing his mind in regard to her the last time she saw him. She stood, doing her best not to show any indication of how hearing him say her name excited her. Callie gripped the folder, making sure not to drop any of the papers from it as she gave a smile to the secretary and headed into his office, the door shortly closed behind her.
Callie exhaled slowly before giving a half smile as she took a seat in one of the chairs opposite him at his desk, crossing one leg over the other and pressing her skirt smooth before setting her folder in her lap and looking at her principal. He definitely looked quite sharp today, and Callie couldn’t help but bite her bottom lip gently at the site of him in a tie. Why did a well dressed man do sooo much more for her than any fashion choice guys her age made? “Good afternoon Principal Hollifield, I figured I’d use free period today to pick your brain regarding college options and such.” She spoke in her soft way, though particularly sure to emphasize his title and name as she had in the Nook.
Callie held up her folder, extending it to him. “I even had the guidance counselor print up my transcripts to go over.” It was at this time that she also took note of how they apparently wore the same color scheme to school today, causing her to share an amused smile.
Post by Jack Hollifield on Sept 18, 2023 17:24:39 GMT
He let Callie enter the room first as he held the door open and when she walked past him, as much as he tried not to, he found his gaze glued on her backside, remembering how much of it he'd peeked at over at the book store. He often closed the door when he had private conversations with the students, it wasn't abnormal. There was often too much activity going on in the office and it was distracting when he was having a serious conversation. Still, in this moment he debated leaving it open, or at least part way open.
In the end he decided that leaving it open would look more suspicious than closing it so he closed the door and went to sit behind his desk where Callie was waiting for him. "I didn't expect you to take up my offer so soon," he told her, finally getting his first decent look at her since she'd arrived. Her outfit, while technically appropriate for school, was definitely doing something for him and he had the feeling he wouldn't be the only one. Surely her classmates had been eyeing her all morning.
"It's very responsible of you, you must be very motivated about what you want to do after high school," he said as he accepted the folder. He set it on his desk as he opened it and started to thumb through the pages.
"Pretty good, definitely a nice start, good grades..." he scanned the rest pushing himself to stay in professional mode. "Some more extracurricular activities could really boost what you'll add in your college appilications though. Have you thought about what you want to do after high school? Is college in the plans and have thought about what you would study if you did go?"
Post by Calliope Bartlett on Sept 18, 2023 20:55:57 GMT
Callie would have to admit she admired the level of professionalism he maintained, though for different reasons… it made everything so much more worth it when a man didn’t immediately cave to her. Plus, they were on school grounds, so she would play nice and behave. Well, for the most part. “What can I say, I take my scholastic future quite seriously.”Callie responded with a coy smile, watching his face as he looked over her transcripts. Her eyes didn’t stay in one place for long, she looked at his arms, wondering just how firm they’d feel. She let her gaze linger there for a moment before she realized he was speaking again.
Most of what he talked about was stuff contained in her folder, grades and such. But his question actually caught her a little off guard for a moment. Even the guidance counselor had never specifically asked her what her own interests were regarding college and furthering her education. No, most took one look at her last name and just started assuming she had a future in agriculture or business. Callie shifted in the seat just slightly, catching herself playing with the ends of her hair. “You know, I think you’re the first person to actually ask me that. And honestly, it’s not a simple answer.” Callie found it difficult to collect her thoughts on the matter sitting, so she stood back up and sort of ‘wandered’ toward a bookcase against the wall as she spoke.
“Don’t get me wrong, I know what most people and especially my family expect. And I do want to go to college, but I don’t want to just pursue a business degree or honestly anything to do with agriculture.” Callie spoke with resolve, not at all shy or uncomfortable sharing her thoughts and opinions on the subject. It was refreshing to have actually been asked instead of just being ‘assumed’ of what path she’d take. She ran her fingertips over a few of the books on his shelves, pausing only for a moment.
“As much as it’s going to frustrate my father… I love photography. And while I also love growing things and working with plants; I would like to pursue a career in photography. Even if it’s just working in nature photos or even branching more into using drones for land surveying and such, I think it would be a better way for me to use my talents.” Callie admitted, feeling almost a rush of adrenaline at being able to actually share her own feelings on the subject. It felt quite freeing. She turned back to the principal and found herself leaning forward on the chair she’d previously been sitting in.
“Doesn’t the school have a greenhouse? I was thinking about a project that might look good on college resumes, but I’d definitely need permission from you, before anything could move forward.” There were quite a few things she’d like permission from him for, but she’d take her time. After all, she didn’t need him thinking she was just some desperate for attention teenager. While she did have ulterior motives for seeing him, she was going to actually discuss school related things and so on.
Post by Jack Hollifield on Sept 18, 2023 22:15:02 GMT
Jack kept his eyes glued on her as she started to move around the room, secretly admiring her long legs and the way her lips moved when she talked. It wasn’t too surprising unfortunately that no one had bothered to ask what Callie actually wanted. It was an unfortunate trend in the founding families.
He definitely didn’t know her well enough to even guess what she might like to do. The most information be bad about her personality was pretty much wrapped up in their book store encounter. Botany, poetry, and a sexy little minx. That was it.
“We have a decent photography program at the community college.” Truth be told, pretty much everything at the community college wasn’t much better than ‘decent’. They were no Ivy League school. “Though I’m sure we could find plenty of other places for you to apply,” he said with a hint of a question in his tone. Had she thought about where she wanted to go school? Of course he selfishly wanted her here, at least for a little bit, so he could actually make a move on her.
She leaned over the back of the chair which made her breasts stand out a bit more though her shirt kept her mostly covered today. Thank the Lord or else he’d need to wait til things cooled down before getting up from his desk again. Instead, he stood up and moved to the other side of his desk and sat down on it, looking at her while she stood behind the chair.
“And yes, there is a joint greenhouse used by both the high school and the college. I could probably give you permission to work in there, depending on what you plan to do with it,” he said.
Post by Calliope Bartlett on Sept 18, 2023 22:43:26 GMT
She was so used to having assumptions made about her life plans, that it was actually such a nice change of pace to be able to give her own opinion. It made her feel bold, expressing herself. Not unlike the excitement she experienced when flirting with older men… or when openly flirting with her principal. “Oh, I think going to the local community college in town will be my only way to salvage my relationship with family when they learn I’m not going for business or agricultural reasons… plus, I think it’ll be fun getting to call you Dean Hollifield.” her tone was only half teasing, the other half was far more suggestive.
Callie watched him curiously as he stood and moved to sit on his desk. Damn. she couldn’t help but think as she caught herself looking him up and down, gently biting her bottom lip before returning her chocolate gaze to his face as he spoke again. Callie leaned slightly forward, practically framing her breast in her arms and the top of the chair as she continued.
“Well, I would like to use the greenhouse to get some various plants started. And with your permission, I want to invite students and memebers of the community to take those plants to start a ‘community garden’ of sorts.” She couldn’t help but occasionally move her hands as she spoke, which in turn caused some pleasant jiggling of her breasts. Callie was only pretending not to notice how they moved as she did this. “I still need to canvas a little to the businesses in the area, but I’m wanting to get help from everyone to pitch in and build a greenhouse on a section of land my grandfather has offered up for this project. It’ll be free to use, and anyone would be able to come help tend to the garden and plants. They’d also be free to take as much or as little at times of harvest as a way to help those who are struggling, or just need a little assistance with fresh fruits, vegetables and herbs.”
This idea had first been proposed to her uncles and aunts, and they laughed at her. After all, they were in the business of making money. But maybe if she could pitch it to the schools and get others involved, it could be something that students could use as a way to add other pleasantries to their college resumes, as well as help out those that were struggling in their own town. Callie might not be known as being overly active in many things outside of parties, but this was something she was truly passionate about. And sharing this almost made her feel a bit more vulnerable than she was comfortable with. At least, in a different way than when she was flirting and seducing. For some reason, that seemed way more comfortable to her. And on that train of thought, Callie couldn’t help but find her gaze drifting down toward his hips.
Post by Jack Hollifield on Sept 19, 2023 0:03:33 GMT
Principal Hollifield. Dean Hollifield. Either worked for him in ways they shouldn't. He'd heard those titles countless times a day for years but only in certain instances did they sound so seductive. She was torturing him and he was fairly certain that she was doing it on purpose. He didn't comment on it though, currently still determined to remain as professional as possible even with the way she was framing her breasts and making them move in such eye catching ways. Ways in which worked because it was certainly catching his eye and his occasional flickering glance in that direction would make that quite obvious.
However, he tried to focus on what she was saying more than what she was doing. It was clear that she had thought about this quite a bit already which, among other things about her, he found quite impressive. "That's a good idea. Very generous of you," he praised her. What a good girl. "I'd be happy to approve your use of the greenhouse for such a project."
He noticed her take a peek in the direction below his belt and tried not react but yet there was the smallest twinkle his eye.
Post by Calliope Bartlett on Sept 19, 2023 0:41:05 GMT
To say Callie was enjoying the sight of his gaze drifting between her face and chest delighted her; was an understatement. She thrived on attention like that, it fueled her confidence in the best of ways. Especially from someone as attractive as Principal Hollified. He could look at her anytime, she would never have a problem with that. In fact, she would do whatever she thought might encourage his attention being focused on her in less than professional ways. The heat that passed through her body at his praise even brought a little color to her face, damn. Did he do that intentionally, or was it just a happy accident? She truly didn’t care, she’d take it as encouragement. “Thank-you Sir, you won’t be disappointed.” Callie’s tone was far too flirtatious to even remotely be seen as anything less. It’s not like anyone else was there to scold her, after all. Plus, she noticed he seemed unbothered by her obvious glance at his crotch. He made no move to suggest he was uncomfortable with the attention focused there, nor did he verbally accost her for her boldness. Which only served to encourage her.
“If you don’t mind, I’d like to take another week or two to design the fliers for posting around school and the town. Because it’ll also give me the time to do some prep-work in the greenhouse and get a jump on the starter seeds. Is there someone specifically I need to meet with for using the greenhouse?” Callie could talk business as the day is long, all while maintaining quite the naughty and playful look in her tone, eyes and smile. Clearly he was at least intrigued by her a little. Otherwise he’d have corrected her by now; right? She stood back up, stretching her arms above her head for a moment. Whether it was accidental, or intentional; she’d never tell. But the edge of her shirt did reveal a little of her toned and Carmel colored midriff, which in turn sent a little chill through her body and made two rather obvious points out of her nipples. Her barely there bra didn’t do much in the sense of ‘covering’, it was more there for style and support than anything else.
Post by Jack Hollifield on Sept 19, 2023 1:16:06 GMT
”The greenhouse is unlocked during daylight hours so you’ll be able to get in easily. As far as organizing your project you can work with the head of the greenhouse, Ms. Geller.”
He didn’t get much more into the conversation than that because as she stretched her arms above her head he stopped thinking all together. Oh she was going to be so much trouble for him.
“Would you like to take a look at it now?” He asked. Wait what? Why did he offer that? Ah fuck. So much trouble.
Post by Calliope Bartlett on Sept 19, 2023 1:34:32 GMT
Callie could almost burst from the excitement and pure satisfaction coursing through her body as she could see her ‘womanly wiles’ working on this strapping man before her. She let her arms fall to rest at her side and then gave a nod to his comments about the greenhouse. “Perfect. And that would be absolutely amazing if I could see it now, that way I can get an idea of what I’m working with. ” Her tone was sultry and she even gave him another once over before she began to move toward the door, though Callie paused for a moment and got a mischievous grin at a thought. She put on a more ‘innocent’ facade on as she slowly stepped toward him, almost close enough to touch, but then reached around him for the folder on his desk with her transcripts and such. She was sure not to physically touch him, but as she moved her long hair did wisp out and touch his cheek closest to her when she leaned in to reach around him.
“Sorry, I didn’t want to forget this.” Her face reflected something more along the lines of a playful grin than anything resembling actual sincerity with the apology. Callie absolutely knew what she was doing, and she wondered how long it would take for her to get a more verbal -or visible- reaction from him. She took a steadying step back, trying not to show on her face that she noticed how good he smelled, and dropped her arms back to her sides, though now holding the folder in her left hand.
Post by Jack Hollifield on Sept 19, 2023 15:11:34 GMT
Well great. Of course she had said yes. Fuck, what was he thinking? He was playing with fire and he knew it. Hopefully he wouldn't get burned. His thoughts froze completely though as moved towards him. He felt like he should probably move, to step away from the desk but he felt frozen. She was too close now. If he stood up then he'd have to press up against her in order to move away. Her felt her hair brush against his cheek and he caught the sweet, alluring smell of her shampoo. His mind was totally useless for a moment. He had no idea why she was reaching over him until she pulled back and had the folder with her.
He cleared his throat. He wanted to chide her, to tell her that she was being inappropriate and that she needed to stop. But, selfishly, he didn't want her to stop. "Of course not," he forced himself to say as casually as he could though there was a strain in his voice. "Let's go." He stood then and moved around her, walking in a rather wide circle around her, more than necessary, just so he wouldn't be tempted to touch her. He opened up the door and stepped out first this time, leading the way across the office and telling his secretary that he would be back soon.
Soon enough they had left the building and were walking along one of the sidewalks in the direction of the greenhouse. Jack said nothing. He tried to think of something to say but all the inappropriate ways he was thinking about her were currently taking up the most mental space at the moment.
Post by Calliope Bartlett on Sept 19, 2023 15:54:09 GMT
If there was one thing Callie could take pride in, it was her ability to keep her cool under pressure, and her face calm and collected when all she truly wanted to do was flirt and be playful. She knew they were in fact at school, she wasn’t about to cause him any issues with his position or reputation, not publicly. Privately was another matter, one she was willing to try and work her magic to get to eventually experience. Perhaps something a little more physical. She already knew he was interested, probably more than he would be willing to admit, he wasn’t an idiot after all. With games like this, one had to be extremely cautious or risk being discovered, and that wasn’t at all what Callie wanted. She enjoyed her secrets after all. Not even her dear sister was privy to everything. Callie made herself look as ‘innocent’ as possible as she followed him out of the office, though taking note of the wide girth her gave her when he stepped around her. She found this quite entertaining, and the slight strain in his voice wasn’t missed by her either. She wondered if this feeling was similar to what a cat felt when toying with a mouse.
Callie gave a sweet smile to the secretary, holding the folder in her hand a little more tightly as she followed Principal Hollified out of the office and onto the walkway toward the greenhouse. She looked around, there were a few student milling about, though most either engaged in conversation or were stuck on their phones. She rolled her eyes at the catcall she received from a small group of guys a good ways off from the path she and Principal Hollified were on. “You were a teenage boy once, does that move really ever work?” She broke the silence with an amused shake of her head, only half expecting him to respond. He seemed quite lost in his thoughts… thoughts she couldn’t help but wonder if they were about her.
Post by Jack Hollifield on Sept 19, 2023 17:46:10 GMT
Jack was pulled from his thoughts by the sound of the catcall. It was a sound he'd probably heard several times a day since taking up this position. It was usually harmless but he'd tried to keep it at a minimum. The last thing their small school needed was a sexual harassment lawsuit. Still, he often ignored it. Boys will boys sort of mentality. Yet when he looked to the small group of guys and realized they had been to Callie he felt a righteous heat build up in his chest. It felt...possessive. It was as if he didn't like that they were whistling to him when she was clearly with him.
His clenched his jaw, the muscles there flexing as he did so as he bit his tongue and refused to say anything to the boys. This wasn't an appropriate reaction he should be having. Callie wasn't his to claim. He did finally look over at her as she spoke though. "One time out of a hundred," he said with a little smile though it was tighter than it should have been. "But takes a while to learn that it's not really worth it. They do it more to show off to their friends than to actually be successful in getting a girl's interest."
Post by Calliope Bartlett on Sept 19, 2023 19:30:52 GMT
Was it just her imagination or did her seem almost a little reactive to the boys catcalling her? Callie couldn’t help but smirk a little at the thought of him being bothered on her behalf. Though, it could also just have been due to a general dislike of boys catcalling girls in general. She preferred to think it was the former, but maybe that was just a bit selfish of her. Callie looked to Principal Hollifield as he spoke, only slightly surprised he did choose to respond.
“Now that makes much more sense. I don’t believe I’ve ever been catcalled by a guy on his own.” Callie said with a chuckle, keeping pace with him instead of trailing behind. Though the view from behind wasn’t bad, she liked these fitted pants he was wearing. Honestly at this point would there be something on him that didn’t do it for her? Unlikely.