A Very Familiar Face

All four of you turn to look at the newcomer stepping round Anissa and into the kitchen. It’s Krystal, dressed much more conservatively than she was in the Drowned Guppy. Her grey jumper still reveals a hint of cleavage, but nowhere as much as her red V-neck had. She’s wearing grey trousers instead of a short skirt, that accentuates her ass and wide hips.

“Mr Smith, Krystal Horne, IT.” She says it with a smirk, as if you don’t know who she is. The last time you saw her, your cum was leaking out of her pussy. “I’ve got your login details for the school network here.” She raises a small folder. “Also, in here are the network code of conduct which you need to sign and return to me by the end of the day.”

“Hard copy, Krystal, really?” you ask her.

“Tell me about it, part of letting old ladies run this school. They’re still doing things like it’s the 20th Century.” She rolls her eyes as you speak, and you can’t help but smile at her reaction.

“If you need any help with anything in here, or actually anything IT related, don’t hesitate to ask,” she continues. “If I’m not here, in the staff room, my office is next to my classroom,” and she tells you how to reach her classroom. You wouldn’t be able to follow her directions, but the school did provide you with a map. “And my phone number is in the folder as well. I’ll help with any IT issue, here or at home.”

She gives you a big smile as she says the last line, and she’s about to say more, when she’s interrupted by the arrival of another woman.

“Hurry up, slowcoach. I’m not saving you a seat,” this newcomer addresses Krystal before she notices you. She’s a tall woman, taller than you, with long, dirty brown hair in a ponytail. She’s wearing a tight, athletic top that accentuates her large breasts, and a pair of tight shorts that show off her long, smooth, long legs. Her blue eyes look you up and down as if you were a slice of meat before she speaks again. “Oh, and you must be the famous John Smith, our new history teacher. I’m Blair Speed, Sports. Krystal’s told me everything about you.”

Everything? Then again, her blue eyes do linger around your groin, so it might be everything.

“Do you work out? We have a fully stocked gym, and all the staff have access to it. I can show you if you’re interested. Although it’ll have to be first thing in the morning. We only have one set of changing rooms, so you’d have to be out of there before any of the girls get in. If you’re interested let me know. I’ll email you the details.”

They say their goodbyes and head back out. You turn to see Abigail giving you a disapproving look.

“Carefully of those two,” she tells you. “Especially Blair. She’s a known man-eater. Come, let’s get back into the room. Blair has one thing right, there aren’t enough chairs for everyone.”

Most of the chairs are already taken. Abigail and Anissa manage to grab a couple near the back, but you and Spencer are **** to stand. That’s fine by you. You’re able to prop yourself against the wall.

Just in time as the headmistress enters. She’s not changed from your interview she could even be wearing the same clothes. Behind her comes the receptionist, Layla, her arms burdened with a sheaf of paper. Both women appraise the room.

“Are we all here?” Dr Stricture asks. There are mumbles of agreement from the room. But the Doctor doesn’t do anything until Layla’s brown eyes have swept the room completely, spending longest on you, a darkening of gaze as they linger.

“What did you do to annoy Layla?” Spencer whispers as the gaze finally breaks away.

“No idea,” you reply.

“We’re all here.”

Layla’s announcement is definitive and is the cue for the headmistress to start her speech.