Jenny has a strange encounter.

Jenny fumbled in her purse for some cash to pay her taxi fare, but the driver waved her away. The man grunted that the fare was on the house as he continued to beat himself off, as Jenny reached for the door catch the driver groaned loudly and then let out a contented sigh and slumped in his seat as he finally stopped his energetic masturbation.

Standing on the sidewalk Jenny shivered with apprehension as she surveyed what was to be her new school. Large wrought iron railings surrounded the property with a set of tall double gates right in front of her, over the gates gold painted ornate lettering spelled out "Saint Catherine's". Looking past the gates the school itself was a forbidding gothic style building. Jenny glanced at her watch. Presuming that Saint Catherine's kept a normal school timetable then she was over an hour late for the start of school and she still needed to clean herself up before she could go to class. Her fingers and thighs were liberally coated in her own juices. Jenny raised her phone to her ear.

"I'm outside the school now. Where should I go?" She asked.

"In your backpack you'll find a timetable." The eerie voice told her. "It will tell you which classes you're due in. If I was you I'd hurry. You're already very late and the sisters can be very unforgiving."

"The sisters?" Jenny queried.

"Of course. Saint Catherine's is run by nuns, I would have thought a bright girl like you Genevieve would have figured that out." The digitised voice chided. "If you want to complete my mission and get your old boring life back you'll have to be much sharper than this. Now you'd better hurry, every extra moment you're late will make the sisters punish you more severely."

Jenny thrust her phone back into her bag and rummaged around until she found her timetable. Reading it she learned she should be in classroom 403 for history now. She ran through the imposing arched gateway and across the tarmac forecourt to the school's main entrance. Inside she foond herself in a wide hallway with corridors and doors leading off in all directions and she paused wondering how on earth she would find room 403 in this old mazelike building. Seeing a door marked "TOILETS" Jenny breathed a sigh of relief, at least she could clean herself up before she looked for her class.

Jenny pushed the door to the toilets open and peeked inside, the room thankfully was empty and looked exactly how a girl's school toilets should be. She went in and crossed to a row of handbasins that were mounted along one wall. She lifted the front of her pleated grey microskirt at looked at herself, her hairless mons and her thighs shone wetly with their coating of pussy juice. Pulling some paper towels from a dispenser Jenny soaked them under a tap and proceeded to clean herself up. Drying herself with some fresh towels Jenny suddenly heard a sound behind her and turned in surprise. Along the opposite wall was a row of toilet cubicles and from inside one came a soft moaning.

"Hello?" Jenny called out. "Is anyone there?"

Jenny's enquiry was answered by quiet muttering and some noises she couldn't identify. After a few seconds the door opened and out stepped a nun looking flustered and red faced, the expression of annoyance on the nun's face softened when she saw Jenny and the woman smiled as she looked her up and down appraisingly.

"What is it girl?" The nun demanded, "Why are you not in class?"

Jenny studied the nun briefly. The woman seemed very young to be a nun, no more than her early twenties and with a very pretty face. Though it was difficult to be sure under the habit, Jenny thought the women was slim and there was no mistaking the swell in the habit's chest made by the young sister's imposing bosom. Strangely the nun appeared to have a thick milky liquid running down her chin. Jenny was about to answer when she saw the cubicle door was slowly swing open again to reveal a second figure hidden inside, a man in his mid twenties with dark latino features was adjusting his clothing. Realising he had been seen the man beamed a wide friendly smile and stepped out to stand beside the nun. The guy was big, over six foot tall and wearing a set of workman's dungarees with no shirt that exposed a broad and muscular chest. The man's thick glossy black hair was long and tied into a ponytail.

"Buenas dias senorita," The man said. "My name is Ernesto."

Jenny looked from the hunky latino to the nun in bewilderment, the front of Ernesto's dungerees were tented out obscenely and judging from the size of the bulge the man must have a cock the size of Jenny's forearm. Ernesto looked at the sister and coughed, tapping his chin to discretely if somewhat belatedly bring the nun's attention to the trickle of liquid on her face. The nun hurriedly wiped herself with her sleeve.

"Ernesto is the school janitor, I was assisting him in his duties." The woman said lamely. "One of the toilets was leaking and the ballcock needed adjusting. Now what are you doing out of class?"

"I'm sorry sister." Jenny apologised, trying to look contrite and innocent. "This is my first day and I'm lost,. I was looking for class 403."

"Ah, your first day." The nun said, stepping close and reaching up to stroke Jenny's cheek. "They can be so confusing and stressful can't they?"

The sister drifted closer to Jenny until their bodies touched and her caressing fingers moved from Jenny's cheek to her neck. The woman's bright green eyes were locked on Jenny's and there was a look of feral lust about the young nun. In a soft murmer she gave the directions to class 403.

"I'm sister Chastity." The nun added when she had finished her directions. "Feel free to come and talk to me if you have any problems. We want our girls to be very comfortable here at Saint Catherine's."

"Come Ernesto." The woman said brusquely, pulling herself away from Jenny with obvious **** and turning to the handyman. "A shelf has fallen down in the stationary cupboard. I will show you and you can put it up for me."

With that the odd couple nodded to Jenny and left, leaving Jenny to find her way to class.