An interview with the Assistant Head

Kathy looked down. Her shiny black platform-heeled shoes were reflected in the gleaming tiles of the school corridor. There was a mirror-like shine in everything in this school, she had noticed. It was a good sign. She looked at the bronze nameplate fixed into the door of the room she was waiting behind. It said ?Mr. T. Stead. Assistant Head.?

Mr Stead was going to get a treat. Kathy had dressed to impress on her first day of her new school. As usual, she was rocking her slutty catholic schoolgirl look. This meant that she was wearing long, white, thigh length socks that terminated in little frills with a red silk bow on each. Her skirt was alarmingly immodest, a grey pleated cotton strap of no more than three inches in width that was slung low around her hips. The effect was that the abbreviated garment did no more than rest atop the topmost curves of her perfect buttocks behind, leaving the rest of her glorious asscheeks exposed, framed between the grey shirt and the high socks. The black latex thong panties that she was wearing plunged deep into her pussy and appeared underneath the skirt at the front, slung high around her hips. Kathy?s whole superb, muscular midriff was bare, but her massive boobs capaciously filled out her customised white shirt that she had tied together just around her torso, the knot in the material seeming to be under immense pressure from the heavy globes, as too was the single button she had done halfway up the front. A bountiful expanse of tanned cleavage was bursting over the top of the white garment, and Kathy had completed to the look by loosely fastening a black PVC tie to the collar which dangled down over her navel. With her chestnut locks tumbling over her shoulders, she knew she looked amazing. With one of her hands, adorned with a fingerless, black leather glove, she knocked on the door.

?Come in.?

Kathy opened the door. The office was a large, oak panelled room, with a distinguished-looking man of about forty-five seated behind a large desk on the far end. Manicured lawns could be seen through the window behind. A chair was placed in the centre of the room.

?Do sit down, Kathy,? Mr Stead said.

Kathy smiled and did so. Mr Stead wasn?t bad looking at all. He had a chiselled jawline and salt-and-pepper flecks in his hair. Altogether she could imagine getting a crush on the man. If he had noticed her state of dress, he chose not to comment, and instead took a pieced of paper off the table and looked down at it, seemingly ignoring the busty teen crossing and uncrossing her long legs.

?I have your entrance results for this school here,? continued Mr Stead, gesturing at a heap of papers on the desk, ?I won?t pick it up, they?re stuck together. Is there any reason for that??

Kathy shrugged. ?I finished five minutes early so I jerked off the examiner.?

?I see,? said Mr Stead, unperturbed, ?well if I glance at the first page I notice that there?s a somewhat repeated use of the word ?slut? in your answer to question one. Indeed, that?s how you actually signed your name.?

?Slutgirl Kathy,? said Kathy.

?Indeed,? said Mr Stead, ?well, I needn?t delay my congratulations any longer. Welcome to the school.?

?Thank you sir,? said Kathy, smiling.

?Now,? said Mr Stead, easing back in his chair, ?you?re new here, so I?m going to assign you a ?friend?, as it were. Someone for you to pal around with and show you the ropes.?

?That?s thoughtful, sir.?

At this, Mr Stead started to wince, and gripped the arms of his chair tightly. There was a pause of about ten seconds.

?Tiffany,? said Mr Stead eventually, ?would you come up here, please.?

At this, much to Kathy?s astonishment and delight, a blonde head suddenly appeared from under Mr Stead?s desk. Standing up fully, a young girl emerged of extraordinary beauty, wearing the school?s inimitable PVC uniform, and with a healthy load of fresh cum dripping from her face.

?Tiffany, meet Kathy,? said Mr Stead, ?she?s going to show you the ropes.

The cumfaced Tiffany winked at Kathy, who thought she was going to like the school a whole lot.