Ojibotu Grammar School was long considered the shame of Ekiti state. The downtrodden school was a dumping ground for wasted resources. Since the school was so poorly administered, many parents refused to send their children to Ojibotu.
Pelumi Badmus had been the Principal at Ojibotu going on ten years. Most people knew he was incompetent, but the school had been a wasteland long before Pelumi took over, so he couldn’t be blamed. The state simply treated the school as if it didn’t exist.
How did Pelumi keep his job for this long? Many parents and teachers wondered the same thing, even wondering how he got the job in the first place. He was a foul pig of a man.
Weighing 300 lbs, while only standing 5’9″, he stuck out everywhere he went. For several years he wore a hat to cover his balding head, but it was so fake-looking that he eventually threw it away.
He hadn’t bought new shirts in years, so his old shirts were worn thin and contained stains, especially under his armpits. Some of his white shirts had been worn so thin that you could make out the shadow of his chest hair and back hair through the material.
Sometimes he would hit the snooze on his alarm a few too many times, causing him to be late, so he would leave his house without bothering to shower, shave, brush his teeth or put on deodorant.
Aside from his foul looks and appearance, he was abrasive and rude to everyone. He simply didn’t care what people thought of him, and he didn’t care about making others feel good. He was also a known pervert. He had never been married, but he quenched his thirst with prostitutes whenever he had extra cash in his pocket.
Because of the low reputation of the school and its Principal, the female staff was not attractive women, much to the dismay of Pelumi.
The chance that a somewhat attractive female was hired, she quickly resigned after being exposed to the pig of a boss and his sexist demeanour. Many complaints have been filed with the education ministry about Principal Badmus.
So how did Pelumi keep his job? To make a long story short, he had dirt on a high-ranking politician in the state. Minor complaints by female teachers who despised his sexist ways were not enough to oust him.
Even the pitiful standing of the school wasn’t enough because people in the state simply ignored the school. Nobody would want the job if he were to be replaced.
The start of the school year was just around the corner when Pelumi Badmus received some interesting news – the state passed a bill that would inject cash directly into the bottom-ranked schools in the state.
Imagine the smile on his face when he received a handsome check. Of course, his reason for smiling was selfish because he planned on giving himself a nice raise, aside from a few hires he was required to make.
For the Principal of Ojibotu Grammar School, the school year was starting off on the right foot.
*****
Life was going great for the newly engaged young couple. Tobi Ogunyemi had proposed to Nonye – his gorgeous girlfriend of five years – eight months ago.
Tobi was an extremely wealthy young man at the age of 28, but this was because of family money.
His father owned a successful factory and supplies company. The plan was for Tobi to take his father’s place one day, but his son was to earn his way to the top instead of being given it. Now graduating with a master’s degree, Tobi had met with his father one month ago to go over a succession plan that involved him starting out at the bottom of the company and working his way up.
Tobi was not happy about starting as a lowly staff, not to mention a poor starting salary, but he knew his father was going to make him earn his keep.
His first post as an entry-level employee was to work in a supplies centre in the rural town of Ojibotu, 100 miles away from the big city he had grown up in. Ojibotu was the pits, in the middle of nowhere.
Tobi feared his fiancé would dread going to Ojibotu, but it was a necessary evil, and it was only to be for one year, so they could grin and bear it.
Tobi and Nonye met at the university and immediately became exclusive, knowing that it was a match made in heaven. Tobi, the rich, handsome guy, and Nonye, the busty babe, it was only a matter of time before they got married. As soon as Tobi graduated, he proposed, and Nonye gladly accepted.
Nonye was quite simply a goddess. Blessed with flawless genetics – her grandmother a famous actress, her mom a model and actress, and her father a world-class basketball player – and incomparable beauty, she dropped jaws everywhere she went. Long flowing hair, bright eyes, a natural 34D bust, soft skin, fat ass, and beautiful legs to die for on her 5’7″ frame.
Nonye could easily be considered as the creation of a horny scientist in a laboratory or a perverted comic book artist.
Nonye received her university degree in Education. She was glad she finished school instead of relying on Tobi to provide for her because it would take some time before he could start making good money when moving up in his dad’s company.
She would have to work and help provide for their future family, especially since they were planning on starting the family as soon as they wed. Nonye loved money as much as the next gal, so it was frustrating knowing her husband was on an embarrassing low salary.
Still, the huge diamond rock on her finger, although funded by Tobi’s father, was a gentle reminder of what lay ahead. The 24-year-old beauty loved her husband and understood that it would be some time before the financial fruits of his labour would pay off.
Unfortunately, Nonye’s parents had gotten addicted to drugs and a lavish lifestyle, so they burned through their money quickly and now weren’t able to support her.
Upon their first visit to Ojibotu, while looking for a place to live, Nonye felt sick to her stomach. She couldn’t fathom living in this dirty town for one year. With tears welling in her eyes, she expressed as much to her husband.
“Tobi, this place is worse than I imagined,” she whined. “What on Earth am I going to do here while you’re at work? I’m definitely going to have to get a job.”
“Honey, I know it’s going to be a tough adjustment, but we have each other to get through it, and it will only be a year. It will go by faster than you think.” He said, squeezing his beautiful fiancée’s hand and kissing the tear that dropped down her soft cheek.
Tobi didn’t want his wife to have to work. While dating her through university, he wined and dined her and took her on expensive vacations overseas. Now, he was cut off financially, and it unnerved him because he wanted to impress the bombshell he was going to marry.
He had some rich friends who had tried getting in Nonye’s panties many times by throwing money and gifts at her, so he was insecure about being inferior now.
“But we are going to need money,” she continued. “I have to get a job.”
“You don’t have to, I can ask my father for a loan,” Tobi said unconvincingly.
“Your father already told you that’s not going to happen,” she said. “I don’t mind working; that’s why I got a degree.”
Nonye persisted, and Tobi relented. He was embarrassed that he couldn’t provide for her needs, but she seemed ok with getting a job, so he couldn’t refuse her.
Besides, he would probably be working long, hard hours, so it would be nice not to worry about her being bored all of the time. She could perhaps meet some friends, too.
After they found the home they wanted to rent in Ojibotu, they got into the car and headed back to the city. On the way out of town, they stopped for fuel, and Nonye picked up the local newspaper, which was more like a four-page bulletin.
As they got on the road, Nonye turned to the last page and noticed a job posting that caught her eye.
“Tobi, look at this! Here’s a job posting for a position at Ojibotu Grammar School.” With her degree in Education, she figured this would be a perfect opportunity. Plus, she could work with kids, which would be great experience to prepare her for the big family Tobi and she planned on having. She continued reading. “Qualified candidates, please contact Principal Pelumi Badmus.”
*****
Pelumi Badmus sat at his old, rotted desk and ate his morning bread. He had his hand down his trousers, massaging his fat prick as he perused the latest issue of a porn magazine he kept in the bottom drawer of his desk. This was his usual morning routine when he got to work. Since he was always in a rush when waking up to go to work, he rarely had time to release his morning wood, so when he got to his office, he would shut the door, drink his tea, and rub one out into the trash can.
This morning was no different, although he actually had a lot of work to do since the school year was about to start. He took a sip of tea and started to stroke faster, hoping to expedite the process since he had meetings all morning.
Pelumi was interrupted by a knock on his door. “Ugh, shit,” he groaned under his breath as he stuffed his erect cock into his trousers and zipped up.
“One minute,” he shouted. He put the magazine into the bottom drawer, stuffed the rest of the bread into his mouth and took a large gulp of his tea to wash it down.
“Come in,” he finally barked as he stroked his hand on his hair to make it neat. His fingers were covered with sweat from rubbing his groin and crumbs from the bread, so his hair was matted down in place after pushing his fingers through it. Beads of sweat rolled off his forehead and poured from his armpits. The fan in the building only worked half the time, so it wasn’t uncommon for the Principal’s office to get steamy hot, especially during one of his masturbation sessions.
“Sir, your appointment is here. She’s interviewing for the job posting,” the front office secretary said in her raspy, smoker voice, poking her head through the cracked door.
“Send her in,” he said, sitting back in his chair, which was pushed to the absolute limit from his heavy body. He thought about what kind of ugly cow would walk through his door today, wanting a job. Not many people wanted to work at Ojibotu, so job postings usually attracted the bottom of the barrel.
Even homeless people living on the street have come in to interview on occasion.
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