Pressing matters

"I'm going to need your help," I told her. "But first I need to know your name and what you are doing here."

She followed my gaze to her cleavage, where somewhere in her flight a few shirt buttons had come undone revealing some very pleasant curves. With a leering smile, she obeyed both my spoken and unspoken commands. "My name is Sophia," she told me while undoing the rest of the buttons. "I am one of the admin staff here at the school." With that the shirt was discarded. "I sheltered here when the text went out and I have remained here ever since." Arising from her knees, she posed for my viewing pleasure.

I admired the view. Maybe I could... no, there were a few more pressing matters.

"School? What school?"

"St. Vitalis Catholic School for Girls. Most of the girls are out on spring break, but I was here doing some paperwork."

I swallowed. This wasn't quite what I had in mind. "Most?"

"There are a few who sheltered here. Would you like me to introduce you?" The offer came with far more earnestness than I would have ever thought possible given what she was offering.

"Uhh," I hesitated.

As if answering my unsaid question, she continued. "Only senior girls over the age of eighteen are permitted to remain on campus during spring break." She finished with a wink.