Chapter 1041: Naked Humiliation
The more Lola thought, the angrier he became, speaking bluntly, "Vanessa, what are you doing? Look at yourself, wearing a short skirt that bares your thighs. Who are you exposing yourself to? This is a school for teaching, not a cabaret for prostitutes." The conference room fell silent instantly; Lola's words were too malicious, a blatant humiliation of Vanessa, as all eyes turned towards her, waiting to see how she would respond.
Standing up, Vanessa let out a cold laugh and retorted, "Lola, the education bureau hasn't issued any directive banning teachers from wearing short skirts that reveal their thighs. Besides, if I am willing to show, and if others enjoy seeing it, what concerns is it of yours? I advise you to spend more time taking care of your skin, lest even if you reveal your thighs, no one will find it appealing. Even if you wanted to work in a cabaret, you wouldn't qualify. Oh, I truly pity your spouse, having to face your visage every day, a truly pitiable existence."
The teachers couldn't help but burst into laughter. Women naturally enjoy beauty, and with many young female teachers at the school, there was an underlying competition among them to shine. Who wouldn't want to dress brightly, showcasing their feminine charm? The male teachers, surrounded by blossoming female colleagues, also found their morale raised. Lola's cutting remarks hit too wide of a mark. The young female teachers dared not speak out in anger, so when Vanessa retorted at Lola, they applauded silently. Audrey and Kimberly exchanged a smile, impressed by Vanessa's sharp tongue. With Vanessa as a shield, they felt much less concerned.
"Vanessa, you are out of line!" Lola, visibly frustrated, began to tremble in her speech. Vanessa's words cut deep, leaving her unable to respond, prompting her to seek help from Oliver, "Mr. Jones, would you…"
"Alright, Mrs. Wood, please sit down and calm down. Don't get so worked up; Lola means well. Let's not misunderstand; as role models, teachers should pay attention to their daily conduct. I don't mind how you dress outside of school, but here, please maintain a dignified appearance. Moreover, climbing stairs in a short skirt reveas too much; it's not appropriate for students to see, is it?"
Oliver, also feeling a headache, where there are many women, there are often many troubles. With one of them being his capable subordinate and the other having had intimate relations with him, he could only mediate. Frowning, he said, "Lola, the Office of Public Education primarily serves students, focusing on their ideological education. Teacher matters are best handled by the Academic Affairs Office. You need not trouble yourself with it."
"Understood, Mr.Jones." Lola felt somewhat aggrieved, feeling that Oliver, though seemingly fair, still leaned towards Vanessa. Inwardly cursing her, he thought of Vanessa as a flirt who only knew how to seduce men by showing off her thighs. He envisioned that she would eventually divorce her husband and become a fallen woman.
Vanessa, however, was smug. Intentionally crossing her legs, she swung her smooth, snow-white legs provocatively, distracting the male teachers' attention like a pendulum, making it impossible for anyone to focus on the presentation.
Observing the situation, Oliver waved his hand, announcing the end of the meeting, and then, holding his thermos cup, he made his way out of the conference room. He thought Vanessa, relying on favoritism, needed a good reprimand to prevent further trouble that he would have to clean up after.
Given his position at Sunset Valley High School, assisting Vanessa was a mere formality. Recalling the scene in the hotel room where this seductive woman with her ample backside allowed him to enter her from behind, Oliver felt a surge of heat in his lower abdomen. Struggling to win Audrey's affections, having Vanessa to fulfill his desires was at the very least a temporary relief. He found it strange how he felt no impulse towards his wife's naked body yet was filled with vigor when it came to the female teachers at the school. Was he akin to FUCK, enjoying affairs with married women?
"Principal..." Financial director Noah approached hurriedly, holding a document and whispered, "How should we handle the expenses for entertaining Barrett from the Urban Planning Bureau last night? Shall we allocate them to the faculty apartment project as before?"
"No, the faculty apartment is a key project for our school this year, and the county will definitely send auditors at year-end. Let's play it safe. How about assigning the funds to the renovation of the teaching building? If we don't spend the budget on it this year, it won't look good. Ensure all the procedures are in place," Oliver reasoned after a moment of thought.
"Understood." Noah turned and left. Oliver shook his head helplessly, continuing his way upstairs. Despite the glorious exterior of his role as the principal of Sunset Valley High School, the burden was substantial. To ensure the faculty apartment project's smooth launch, he had to tread carefully with various officials, especially Barrett, the director of the Urban Planning Bureau. Fortunately, Barrett was easygoing; after spending an extravagant night hosting him with Maotai liquor and two escorts, costing over twenty thousand dollars, Barrett assured him of expediting the approval process for the faculty building, aiming for completion by year-end.
"Mr.Jones, wait up." A sweet voice sounded behind him as a fragrant breeze approached. Vanessa, swaying her hips, walked up to Oliver and, with a coquettish smile, said, "Thank you for speaking up for me just now. Lola can't stand us young female teachers. He constantly picks on us. Please help us out and don't let him push us around. And besides, wearing a short skirt is convenient for you too. I think he's just nitpicking."
"Lola is just focused on work; let's try to understand each other," Oliver chuckled. His eyes subconsciously lingered on Vanessa's voluptuous and firm breasts; however, Audrey's enchanting and well-endowed figure flashed through his mind, making him sigh. If Audrey could match half of Vanessa's enthusiasm towards him, it would be wonderful. But then Audrey wouldn't be Audrey. His attraction to the female teacher stemmed from her distinct nature, different from other women's casualness.
"Mr.Jones, are you free tonight? I'd like to report to your office after school." Vanessa purposely pushed her breasts up, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't match the stunning visual impact of Audrey's magnificently large breasts, nor could she bridge the immense gap from a D to a G cup.
"Tonight, let me think…around 9 p.m., would that work for you?" Oliver contemplated briefly. There was a not-so-important gathering in the evening, and he could leave early, "You can come around 9 p.m."
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