Dress Impressively: What's life without a little excitement?

Giuliana had thought when she got married that she didn't have to worry about using her body to get people to do what she wanted anymore: not when she had a husband who would provide for their family while she took care of the home and made sure they were well thought of by the neighbors.

But with her husband often being out drinking or gambling, it hadn't exactly taken long for her to become isolated in this place. Looking after three preteen daughters was time consuming even on the best of days, let alone when there were things to be done and she was trying to make sure her husband didn't manage to gamble them out onto the streets. Or as it turned out, spending too much money on a walking talking blow-up doll behind her back. She knew she couldn't afford to go all out, not when she still had to pick up the girls and meet with the Headmaster.

But that didn't mean she was entirely without options to bait the hook with.

Going through her closet, she found a sheer french cut set of panties and bra that she'd never worn more than five or six times before. She supposed she may as well see what they can do for her today. After she'd finished settling her curves into her underthings, she strapped her thigh holster on before carefully sliding her hairpin looking stiletto knife through the slot that rested between the side and top of her right thigh. No sense going unarmed even if what she was wearing might've excluded her usual Glock from making its appearance.

Selecting a skirt was a bit more difficult as she needed it to send a clear message so to speak but also not get in her way should things get...messy. Eventually she settled on a black business skirt with a small slit in the back that did more to highlight her bountiful Italian ass than it did make her look like any sort of working professional.

This was complimented by her red silken blouse, whose top two buttons couldn't fully meet over her chest without looking as though they would pop from the pressure of futility trying to hold her large breasts back.

With her clothing covered, she moved over to her vanity table: taking the time to carefully apply eye shadow and a very thin layer of foundational make-up. She was sure it wouldn't take much more than her body in this clothing but one could never be too cautious. Finishing by tucking her Glock 26 9mm into a small pocket of her purse, she made her way out the door to meet her daughters at the Academy.

Arriving at St. Cecilia's with five minutes to spare, she parked the family car and sat herself upon one of the backless stone benches nearby the entrance so that she could intercept the girls before they could get too far. The bell tolled in the clock tower to signal the end of the day and a veritable throng of uniformed children rushed out to reach the buses and their parents. Scanning the crowd, Giuliana spotted her eldest twins Maria and Lorena speeding with the vim typical to nine year olds who only wanted to get home after being **** to sit still for so long.

"Girls!" She called, waving lazily from the bench as her voice carried over the general hubub of the school's dismissal for the day. She could feel more than a few eyes of nearby parents raking over her seated form, unconsciously straightening her back and drawing a bit more attention to her chest in the process.

She frowned internally as she noticed they hadn't appeared to have waited for their six year old little sister Theresa even though she'd told them many a time to stick together and look out for each other.

As they rushed up to her with identical cries of "Mama!" she adopted a sterner expression.

"Dov'è tua sorella?" [Where is your little sister?] She asked them with a raised eyebrow.

Lorena timidly averted her eyes, knowing their mother hadn't been happy with them leaving little Theresa behind before.

"Abbiamo provato ad aspettare Mama!" [We tried waiting for her Mama!] Maria answered bold as brass.

"Ma lei era così lenta che abbiamo pensato che saremmo finiti in attesa!" [But she was so slow we thought we'd be run over waiting!] She finished, waving her arms wildly in the air as if doing so would show how much she meant what she said.

"Quello che ti ho detto-" [What have I told you about-] Giuliana started before hearing a familiar young voice on the air.

"Mama!" Called Theresa as she rushed over and happily embraced her mother's stomach where she sat.

Slightly astounded at Theresa's sudden appearance, Giuliana instinctively looked in the direction her youngest had just come from only to be brought up short by seeing the headmaster she'd spoken to some hours ago walking sedately toward them.

"Mrs. Benedetti." He greeted briefly, wire rim glasses flashing briefly in the sunlight as he nodded his head toward her respectfully.

"Headmaster Ryan." She greeted in return.

"Thank you for finding her." She said.

"It seems her sisters thought they'd be run over by being nice enough to wait." She remarked, tossing a sideways look at Maria who awkwardly scratched the back of her neck at the mild but clear rebuke in her mother's sentence.

"Twas no trouble at all. I'd thought to catch her sisters so they'd know to wait, but it seems they found you first." He said with a careless shrug.

"Mama?" Lorena questioned softly.

"I have a meeting with your headmaster today girls. I want you to take Theresa to the library and get a start on your homework for me, alright?" She instructed, giving said youngest girl a brief hug before gently nudging her over to her sisters.

"But-" Maria started before stopping at her mother's look.

"Yes Mama." She said reluctantly, holding out her right hand for Theresa to take.

The smallest Benedetti girl happily put her left hand in Maria's right, her own right hand finding Lorena's left as they walked back inside obediently.

"You've gotten them quite well trained." Came the soft observation from her right.

Standing up while briefly smoothing out the minute wrinkles in the front of her skirt, Giuliana turned toward Thomas.

"Well, my mother was sure to train me early as well." She said.

"Shall we?" She asked as the last of the rush cleared out, leaving only a few milling about though all out of earshot.

"After you Madonna." He answered, walking toward the front entrance and holding the door open for her to enter as she walked beside him. The italian american wife felt both happy and disappointed by the Headmaster's continued professional demeanor. Happy, for it meant he at least wasn't the most obvious sort of horndog that would fall all over himself drooling into her cleavage just because she decided to show it off. Disappointed, for it could possibly mean he wouldn't fall so easily for such bait unless she was willing to give up more than she was comfortable giving at this early stage of the game.

Soon enough they were in the office, Thomas briefly telling his red-headed secretary Mary that they weren't to be disturbed. Giuliana easily ignored the look of naked curiosity on the secretary's face as she entered dressed to kill behind the headmaster.

As he closed and locked the office door behind them, his soft smile became a carefully blank look of neutrality as she sat in one of the chairs in front of the desk by habit. To her surprise, he sat in the other chair just to the right of it instead of behind the desk.

"Now, bold choice in fashion aside, what is this really all about Mrs. Benedetti?" He asked, his Irish brogue lending a lyrical roughness to his question as Giuliana debated how open she should be with him now that she was here.