He decides to wait

By this point, after leaving the scene of the accident and hiding his truck, it didn't seem to matter much if he at least heard out what the Headmistress had to say. Maybe she could help. Perhaps it was because he was back in the same setting as that first tour almost ten years ago, old memories came flooding back. He remembered being impressed with Mrs. Marshall it was not long after the strange visit that he started having wet dreams and the powerful matron appeared in them more than once. So smart, so sexy ... she'd be ten years older now, but somehow Max imagined she'd still be sexy, like a fine wine getting only better with the passing years ...

That was when the door opened, it wasn't Mrs. Marshall...it was unknown lady with dark hair and a mean face wearing some kind of silk robe like she had been in the middle of changing when Cherry interrupted to announce his arrival. The woman strode forward angrily, unlike Mrs. Marshall, this woman was not pleased to see him. He noticed her perfect legs immediately. Under the tightly belted robe of pink silk, he could see the black silk stockings and expensive heels. He couldn't help but wonder what else she had on, but before he could speak the woman threw the bag at his feet.

"Listen dog...this is an elite women-only institution, and you are infringing on a sacred space. That being said, this school hasn't had any major work done on the older buildings for over fifty years and I intend to get the school up to code. Our board insisted that we use your company to handle all the plumping because of your mother's connections to her alma mater, but I have my doubts."

"Yes, ma'am." When your mother used this particular tone, you learned pretty quickly that that was the safest thing to say.

"Good." She seems at least a little pleased by your deference, but she makes your position clear. "Cherry told me about your little incident on your way here. I have already made a few phone calls to minimize your involvement but if I see anything troubling or catch you hurting my girls, I will hang you out to face the consequences faster than you can tighten a loose nut." You honestly don't know whether to feel relieved or alarmed by this threat, but the Headmistress doesn't seem to care as she continues without waiting for an answer. "Now in the bag is a generous retainer; until the job is done you will work exclusively for the Pink Rose. If effect, you belong to me ... unless you'd rather take your chances with the police?"

"In the bag you will also find your work uniform ... it matches the Rose color scheme, so it is clear that you belong here. All our maintenance and groundskeepers wear it so there is no confusion about whether you belong on campus." She pauses for a second as if going through a mental check list. "Now I believe you've already seen the pipes leaking in the maintenance tunnel ...you will fix those pipes first and then move your way around the other buildings ... as much as possible you are to restrict your movements to these accessways. Here at the rose we prefer our students see as few men as possible, do you understand?"

"Yes ma'am."

"Order what you need through your mother's company, when you need supplies delivered. Other than that, you should have no contact with anyone until this matter is resolved. I have arranged for food to be delivered to your room so there is little if any need for you to be walking around campus. Do I make myself clear?"

Unlike your erotic memories of Mrs. Marshall, this man-hating bitch has turned your granite erection to soft mud. It sounds like she expects you to work unseen and unheard, a second-class citizen like a Morlock from the Time Machine. What kind of fucked up shit is that? Of course, you don't have much of a choice either and the stack of bills you see in the bag at your feet is a pretty strong argument too.