What a day. Sean looked at his watch slowly as the bell rang. One more period, just 45 more minutes and his first full day at Wilshire Girls Academy would be complete.
"This isn't all it's cracked up to be." He thought to himself. He had entered the profession with dreams of changing lives, and accepted this position in hopes of viewing a few attractive young bodies in the process. The uniforms were perfect he noted, but what filled them left much to be desired. As the day wore on his classes were filled mostly with homely socialites with whom he could never hope to connect. The few pretty ones were nothing to lose sleep over and were certainly too wrapped up with themselves to give Sean a second thought. Now he only longed to go home and drown his sorrows in a glass of wine and a long, hot, bath. The late bell rang and the spoiled brats before him took their time finding their seats. He was in no hurry and simply surveyed the scene as he waited.
"My name is Mr. Maxw...," he began, but was quickly interrupted by one last straggler.
She; however, was quite different than the rest. She certainly felt no remorse for her tardiness, but neither did she treat Sean as though he was below her. To the contrary, she found him quite to her satisfaction as she entered. Her walk was so sensual, Sean couldn't help but stare and wonder to himself how one so young had learned to carry herself in such a manner.
Slowly she found the last remaining seat in the front of the classroom. Sean began his introductory lecture, mere formalities that required little thought, but as he spoke, his eyes were drawn back to her. She was dressed just as the others, but she stood out nonetheless. Her silky white blouse, with one more button undone than the rest showed just enough to keep Sean entranced as she leaned forward as though she were clinging to every word. She had plans for this one. He couldn't take it anymore, as he glanced at his watch for what seemed like the millionth time that day. Quickly finishing up, he dismissed the class early and began packing up his things. She took her time waiting for the others to filter out. Then began to follow after them. As she passed by him she managed to hold back a smile as a book fell from her slender fingers. She slowly bent over knowing that her short skirt would reveal everything he needed to see. As she continued to the door she heard the voice that she expected, somewhat shaken, but determined.
"Wait, miss," Sean called out. "What is your name young lady?"
As she turned, her lovely brown hair resting becomingly on her shoulders and her lovely deep brown eyes left only her full, luscious, red lips to show that this was not your typical little angel.
"Melissa, sir," she answered in a sultry voice that would make even the strongest of men, weak in the knees.
"I-I do not take kindly to tardiness in my class room," Sean stammered. Thinking to himself how he sounded like his old teachers he vowed he would never become.
"I'm soooo sorry sir," she purred. "Please forgive me."
The pout that accompanied her voice forced Sean to look away to avoid grabbing her right there. She knew then that he was hers.
"Just don't let it happen again," Sean replied. "I'll let it go this time I suppose."
"Thank you sir. I know I deserved to be punished," she said as she smiled wickedly at him. "You're very kind. Could you possibly give me a lift home? My car's in the shop and my friends have probably all left by now."
For a moment his heart skipped a beat, but he quickly shook his head no as he tried to move to the door. She gracefully slid between him and the door and looked at him with pleading eyes.
"Please sir, I'd be ever so grateful," she said, with her face just inches from his.
He could think of no alternative, and badly wanted to leave this place. How could he explain it if someone walked in this instant?
"Fine come with me," he relented.
As they approached his car, his heart pounded knowing that it would be the end if he were caught with a student in his car. He wanted her to hurry, but she had no such concerns. Under any other circumstances he would watch this little show happily, but not now. Finally they reached his car and got in. He relaxed a bit and managed to enjoy her presence on the ride to her house. What could go wrong now? Most of the danger to him was over. As they drove on, he became aware of how aroused this whole situation. A teasing young schoolgirl was every man's dream he thought to himself. If he played his cards right....,but no he had to stop thinking that way. He breathed a sigh of relief as she showed him the driveway to her house, but it could hardly be called a house. It was a mansion in the truest sense of the word.
"Want to come inside sir?" she said shaking him from his thoughts.
"Uh no, I don't think that would be such a good idea."
