One Month of Job Security

It was not the best idea to only eat a cup of instant noodles but I had to arrive early to get process, accounted for, and situated as always. Then with less than an hour till the first classes start, give the material I'm supposed to teach one last look. I'm not in anyway a suitable enough teacher, but I'm the only one in the current pool that has an acquitted grasp of the subject to be certified a tutor. Not that anyone would hire me, a fat ass four eyes with no references. However this sub thing has been working out better than all the applications and volunteering I've been doing.

It's about 15 til the first classes start that I put away my self pitting and start reading the attendance sheet when I realize a big issue, and one actually good thing; the class size it rather low in that only about 15 people are in my class. The big issue is that I'm only teaching 15 people. From what Mrs. Torres has setup I don't just have to teach Honors Spellcrafting but also Honors Spellcasting, basically a gym class, and what is now being call Honors Numerological Theory (Numerology). Basically I'm with these students for half the day, as the need to take Potions and two other electives. In what little time I have I scramble to, I don't know, confirm the fact that they may have fucked up!

The Dean basically tells me that "Hey this is what you signed up for!"; honestly they aren't paying me enough for this yet they also are paying more that a regular sub so that the Union can't help get adequate compensation. Fuck this School!

*Ring*

Can't do anything now that...I hadn't noticed the students file in to class as I was caught up with, panic I suppose. I look around the room and notice that besides myself there isn't a single man in this room. There's confusion among some of the students and what I can only describe as awkwardness by almost everyone, that includes me. I turn around to face the white board and try to hide the fact that I'm blushing. Why? Because the most unfortunate thing the world has thrown at me, was the last thing I expected, a room full of college age girls that I'm incredible attracted to. I collect myself and do the one thing I trained myself to do, which is right my name on the white board: Louis Clark

When I finish I realize I forgot the 'Mr.'...shit too late.

I turn around to face them, "Hi! Umm...Good Morning! As some or all of you may know Ms. Sy... Mrs. Torres will out on Maternity leave for at least the next month or so." I take a breath and pause, then continue, "I will be filling in, until she comes back. I'll do my best to keep you up to her curriculum." I point to my name and say, "If you have any question feel free to ask at any time, and if you need umm... tutoring in any of your subjects...", shit why did I say that..., "I will be holding a tutoring session in the Library in Study Room 3." The moment I stop I finally allow myself to take in what I was trying to ignore.

A room full of brunettes, red-head, blondes, and four or so odd colors (green, blue, pink, and purple, does black count?) Some big chests, some small; some luscious lips, some sweet; some curvy hips, some slender builds; some thick thighs, some athletics legs; one hard dick, and one quivering soul.

The Fuck did I get myself into...