The finishing school

I left the dress shop with my head in a spin. Janet in particular was playing on my mind. I wondered how long it would be till she added to her cum collection in her hair.

I wandered aimlessly till I faced a nondescript doorway claiming to be "Miss Stern's finishing school for young ladies".

Ok then. Lets see what's in here.

I opened the door and went up a flight of stairs and came to an old fashioned reception. An intimidating looking elderly secretary sat behind the desk, dressed rather extraordinarily in a silver satin blouse and long leather skirt

"Can I help you sir?" she said in a frosty, officious manner.