The Second Place Sister - Sex Stories

The Second Place Sister

... on her free period. Angie had been really nice to talk to. “Hi, Tori,” Angie greeted her happily. “Hey Angie. I guess I'm supposed to see the principal for something?” “Go on in, hon. I'm sure it's nothing. Probably another college coming to try to woo you!” Tori felt better. Maybe it was some good news! She walked past the reception desk to the Principal's door, and knocked softly. “Come in,” Mr. Patterson's voice boomed from behind the door. Tori turned the knob, stepped inside, and was immediately frightened. What was going on? Mr. Patterson sat behind his desk, frowning. Behind him stood one of the school police, and seated in front of his desk was her father. Mr. Patterson and the officer looked disappointed, while her father looked furious. “You, um, wanted to see me, Mr. Patterson?” “Yes, Tori. Please sit down.” She sat next to her father, who reached out and held her hand affectionately. He didn't seem angry with her, but rather with the two men on the other side of the desk. “Tori,” Mr. Patterson began, “A short while ago, we received an anonymous tip that you were in possession of illegal narcotics,” “This is absurd,” her father raged, “Tori is one of your best students. This is obviously some kind of prank.” “That could very well be,” Mr. Patterson went on, “However we are bound by law to investigate all claims of this nature, as you know. I know Tori's reputation is nothing but stellar, Sir. I'm sure that this will all turn out to be nothing. Now, Tori, we had ...

... to request that one of your parents be present for this discussion. We will need you to please empty out your pockets, and the officer here will need to escort us all to your locker to have a look, too. Will that be any problem?” Tori was aghast. Drugs? She didn't even know what drugs looked like, let alone take any! “Of course not, Sir,” Tori agreed, “I don't have anything to hide!” She stoop up and emptied out everything in the pockets of her snug jeans. Her school ID, a pack of gum, some spare change. No drugs. “Thank you, Tori,” Mr. Patterson said, “Now I understand that you father has requested his legal counsel to be present before we proceed any further. When your attorney arrives, we'll take a quick trip to your locker.” An uncomfortable few minutes passed, and then a knock came on the door. It swung open, and John's attorney stepped inside, looking a consummate professional. Stu had been a long time friend of the family, having grown up with John. In fact, it was John who loaned him his starter money to open his practice when he'd passed the bar, and in exchange he made John his priority client in all matters. Stu shook hands with everyone in the room, introducing himself. He then switched into full attorney mode. “Am I to understand that my client is being investigated for possession of illegal narcotics?” Mr. Patterson confirmed, “I wouldn't yet call it an investigation. An anonymous tip was phoned in to the office this morning, and as you're aware we are bound to ...