Parents Evening! Lisa Duncan hated bloody parents evenings!
In part that was due to her uncanny good looks. Indeed she was the best looking Maths teacher you were ever likely to find the length and breadth of England. Tall and very slim with luscious long blonde hair, bight blue eyes and a very pretty, happy face Lisa really could easily have been a model. She was 26 and had been teaching for three years and it was her dream job from when she was a kid, she always wanted to be a teacher and apart from a couple of bad experiences had really enjoyed her time so far. But parents evenings sucked! Telling parents how their darling child, who in the parents eye were perfect and never did anything wrong, was failing in class or not trying hard enough was stressful enough but the parents here seemed to be that little bit extra rude and because of her looks and age were either condescending or mean to her. It was definitely the worst part of her job.
Take tonight, it had gone Ok so far, some parents happy, some not so and she was now waiting on the last set of parents, the Anderson's, but they were proving to be like their son, late. Lisa had waited ten minutes now and was itching to get away, she could see from her classroom all the other teachers finished and getting in their cars and driving away and she just about to give up on them when her door burst open with a slam. That annoyed her, parents were meant to knock before they came in but she decided not to say anything she just wanted this over and done with so she could go home. And also because Mr. And Mrs Anderson, again like their offspring, did not look like the type of people you could have a reasonable conversation with. The husband was as scruffy a creature as Lisa had encountered on a parents evening, clad in a cheap tracksuit and trainers, smelling of nicotine and with a two days growth of stubble, she briefly wondered whether he was a tramp before comically dismissing the notion thinking tramps were probably in better condition. Mind you the wife was not a lot better, she was also in a dirty tracksuit, one that her large breasts and stomach were stretching to it's limit as she walked over to collapse in the seat beside Lisa. Lisa wondered when 'fish guts' was released as a perfume as she caught whiff of Mrs Anderson.
"It's not been the greatest term for Craig..."
"No fucking wonder" muttered Mr. Anderson coming to life from his slouch but he did not elaborate on what he meant and Lisa figured that ignoring the interruption was probably best.
"Ahem, yes, he can be quite bright when he sets his mind to it but he does seem to be rather too easily distracted in class."
"Yes and we all know why don't we you stuck up little bitch!" , this venom was spat out by Mrs Anderson staring intently at the blonde teacher.
Lisa felt threatened and intimidated and decided to cut her losses and bring this to a halt, the parents were obviously not hear to listen to anything she had to say, still she felt she had to get the last word.
""Really Mrs Anderson, I can assure I have and will continue to try and help all the pupils I deal with."
"Yeah and we know what you mean by 'help' don't we you little tramp. We've heard all about you, coming onto your pupils and everything."
This was too much for Lisa, they were obviously referring to the 'incident' last term when one of the boys made an outlandish claim that she had 'touched him' inappropriately. It was obviously rubbish and was treated as such but she had been paranoid that mud would stick and apparently it was. She got to her feet and frustratedly pointed to the door.
"Really I'm going to have to ask you both to leave, I stayed here to discuss your sons education not engage in a slagging match so if you could just leave please."
Her pointing hand was grabbed by Mr. Anderson and with some strong pressure her hand was bent backwards and before she knew it Lisa found herself on her knees before the man. And the leer he gave her did not bode well.
"Listen you stuck up little bitch, we've heard all about you. Teasing your class with your low cut tops and short skirts."
"Noooo."
Lisa squealed at the harsh words and he continued keeping her on her knees. His wife a smiling spectator.
"Yes. And we know why Craig has been distracted because you have been seducing him, flaunting your body like a little slut. Touching him places he shouldn't be touched – he told us so. And we're going to report it to the Headmaster and what's more (at this point he changed his grip on Lisa's hand and used it to rub his own growing erection through the crotch of his trousers), we'll tell him that when we confronted you you tried to seduce me, isn't that right slut?"
Lisa looked up at these horrible grinning parents and it suddenly dawned on her what he was saying and rather than just fear over a deranged father she saw the danger to her career, with the earlier complaint, no matter the circumstances of this complaint she would be investigated and she could not face that again. It was all too much for her and she simply began to sob and plead with them.
