History

Ian entered the room, feeling Miss Taylor close behind him as she followed in after him.
The room was a smaller classroom, and Ian was quite pleased to note that there were less than two dozen desk-chairs, meaning that he wouldn’t be exposed to the usual oversized classes, even if he did find the padding of them with a thick layer of mint-green leather or plush a bit unusual, two small wooden doors at the far end of the room and a teacher’s desk up front over which a young woman was leaning, looking down at what looked to be several large piles of paper, ever so often moving them with her hands, clad in fingerless white latex gloves that reached up beyond her elbows.

This particular teacher, or whatever she was, for she certainly didn’t resemble the ones that Ian had come across earlier in his career as a substitute, although his visit to this institution was starting to reveal to him that there did indeed exist more interesting examples of the profession than paunchy middle-aged men and over-worked, dreary women, would probably have reached beyond the six feet mark even without the staggeringly tall heels of her shiny black leather boots.

The length of the woman’s micro-skirt, or more precisely the lack of it, meant that her pussy had probably been completely visible even if the garment hadn’t been made out of see-through plastic, her pussy being smooth-shaven so as to make Ian unable to determine if the lustrous flocks of blonde hair on her head was indeed her natural hair colour. Her current position was such that she was facing away from Ian and Miss Taylor and leaning slightly forwards, offering her juicy ass up to a mouth-watering exhibition.

“Miss Campbell?” Miss Taylor called out, catching the woman’s attention and pulling her gaze from the desk.
A glance of the woman from the front was all Ian needed to conclude that it was just as, if not more than, as appealing as her behind.

In what seemed to be unusual for a member of the faculty at the school, the blonde woman had not clad her upper body in a skin-tight piece of latex or PVC, but instead settled for a simple white blouse, although the garment was lacking any sleeves and looked as if it was more suited to a woman equipped with a pair of B cups rather than her two double Ds, meaning that the blouse had little chance of succeeding in covering her pair of glorious tits; round, large and extraordinarily firm looking, even a thin piece of white nylon being used to tie the two inadequately sized flaps of the blouse together, meaning that the dark areolas could be hinted at the edges of the bare middle of her bosom.

In general, it could be said that Miss Campbell possessed a physique that implied that she had spent a good deal improving it until barely an ounce of fat could be found outside of her breasts, with sublimely sculptured muscles in all the right places and long, toned legs encapsulated in those boots of hers.

“Yes, Miss Taylor?” The woman replied, her lips glistening in a most enticing way as she moved them.
“This is Mister White,” Miss Taylor nodded at Ian, who wasn’t sure which part was protruding in the most embarrassing way; his penis or his tongue, “he’s to supervise the test.”
“A pleasure, Mister White. Will Mister Orange and Mister Pink be joining you later?” Campbell offered Ian her right hand, which he shook after a brief moment’s hesitation, the feel of her latex-clad palm against his not serving to relieve the turgid state of his cock one bit.
“Likewise, Miss Campbell.” Ian managed to mutter without sounding too shaken.
“Good,” Taylor said once the two had been introduced, “Mister White, your first assignment is to oversee the student’s history test. It will hopefully serve as a first good glance of how this school functions.”
“Right.” Ian replied.
“Miss Campbell will fill you in on the details.” With that, Miss Taylor turned on her impressive heels and headed towards the door, leaving Ian alone with Miss Campbell.

“Never been at this school before?” Miss Campbell asked Ian, who shook his head in reply, causing Miss Campbell to send off a rather mysterious smile.
“Well, you’ll soon get the hang of it,” Miss Campbell promised Ian, “the test will give you a good idea. And while the students occupy themselves with it you’ll be able to flip through their short stories.”
“Short stories?” Ian wondered.
“Yes,” Miss Campbell smiled even more vigorously at Ian’s latest query, “it’s a collaborative effort between Mister Pickens, the teacher that you’re standing in for, and myself in my role as a member of the faculty for English Language and Literature.”
“Really?” Ian jumped at the chance to discuss something that resembled proper schoolwork.

“Uh-huh,” Campbell seemed happy to tell him about the project, “Mister Pickens has supplied the students with material through his lectures so far during this semester, which they’re to incorporate parts of into their very own erotic short stories.”
“Erotic?” Ian parroted Miss Campbell.
“Oh yes,” Campbell nodded her head with not a little enthusiasm, “a sampling of their imaginative ability and their command of the English language as well as their ability to deal with historic facts.”
“Right.” Ian struggled to keep his voice straight and steady.
“And the multiple-choice test that they’re taking today is for them to show that they possess knowledge about the subjects not dealt with in their short stories.”
“The students,” Ian tried to change the subject away from the contents of the papers located on the teacher’s desk, “when will they arrive?”
“They’re already here.” Miss Campbell told him, “They’re waiting in the dressing room.”
“Dressing room?” Ian was starting to feel like an enormous fool as often as he was repeating what Miss Campbell had just said.
“Yes, they’re waiting to be told which uniform to wear. It’s so that they would be able to cheat by slipping any notes in with them” Miss Campbell said, turning towards a small wardrobe behind the desk, “I thought that you would like to make the selection.”

Rather than to say anything, Ian did his best to not look like an idiot as Miss Campbell went on to pull three different attires out of the wardrobe and drape them over the desk.
Scrutinizing the uniforms made Ian gulp, and he wondered how long that he would be able to go at this school before suffering from an unfortunate trouser-accident.

The first outfit was identical to the one Ian had seen female students wearing during his earlier walk with Miss Taylor; lots of PVC and latex.

The second one resembled the one that Miss Campbell was sporting, although the micro-skirt accompanying the smallish sleeveless blouse was plaid instead of plastic, as a sort of perverse parody of a Catholic school-girl’s uniform, particularly if one considered the thin white stockings that completed the outfit.

The third and last suggested uniform consisted of a miniscule black thong, which Ian imagined could be challenging to put on right, not to mention that it would offer its wearer’s genitals virtually no protection at all, a shiny latex corset in black and yellow stripes, black rubber leggings and a pair of latex gloves, in black of course, which Ian imagined would reach a girl whose arms were of a proportional length to the rest of her body all the way up to her shoulders.

Ian was stricken by the fact that none of the outfits were meant for a male to wear, would the class that he was to monitor consist solely of girls?
“So, what’s your pick?” Ian could hear Miss Campbell ask him.