A stroll

You walk out of the dining hall, aware of the many glances and a few outright stares from the breakfasting students. As you pass by one table of nubile young women you are greeting by a trilling chorus of 'Good Morning Coach Watts' and a burst of giggles. You smile and nod but keep walking, wondering how long it will take for the novelty of male teachers to wear off.

You step out into the morning sunshine and start to stroll aimlessly, just enjoying the air and the beauty of the manicured grounds. You drift towards the north end of the campus, where you have not yet been, admiring the landscaping and the money and effort that must go into it. Your mind is flickering over the events of the last few days, dwelling on the delights of the women you have fucked, and wondering what your first teaching assignment will be like. Pink Rose Academy is very different than anything you've experienced, and very different from anything you were led to expect a school would be like. It's certainly entertaining, you smile to yourself as movement catches your eye.

Further up the lawn, partly screened by some landscaping, two people walk towards a small stone building. A blonde in a Pink Rose uniform and a tall black man in green coveralls seem an unlikely couple, and you stop to watch as they approach the building and after quick furtive glances, enter it.

You frown, wondering if you should investigate. At that moment, your phone chimes with a text message.

It's from Ms. Naylor. 'Please see me in my office as soon as possible.'