Dr Turners unwelcome interruption...

His bony hands balled into tight fists as the door swung wide–the last thing he wanted right now was to be interrupted in his critical work–as he needed to find out what was wrong with his contentious cure before he had another black-out episode.

With nowhere to run or hide he could only stand there trembling with frustration as a vision of sultry womanly beauty stepped into the room on five inch stiletto heels, it was Mrs Hellgrave the college dean…

Dr Turner could remember when Mrs Hellgrave had been a shriveled up old shrew who treated the students with barely concealed contempt and the teaching staff without even that minuscule modicum of courtesy. She had stalked the halls like a convent matron looking for any excuse to punish student misconduct or a teacher’s “slovenly” standards.

She had been an ancient educational warhorse who ranted about the benefits of military discipline and got misty-eyed nostalgic for the days when the cane had been in common use.

Despite all that, in this moment Dr Turner missed that venomous Principal Hellgrave desperately.

No one would have believed the sexy creature stepping into his supply room had been a age-bent sixty-five year old nag who loved nothing more than belittling anyone who fell under her beady glare.

The exquisite picture of womanhood in front of him looked youthful, extremely lush with emerald green eyes sparkled with scandalous invitations. His tired eyes ran over her fit toned body, her golden skin was flawless rather than wrinkled and her hair was full of vibrant color and dense as a rain-forest besides.

Her platinum blonde locks were tied up in a disheveled mockery of a professional bun and she was dressed in a simple business woman’s skirt and suit jacket. Though the skirt was cut obscenely short and the deep opening of the single button jacket revealed that there was no blouse or bra beneath. It was simply full to bursting with her creamy overflowing cleavage.

Her long legs went on for a country mile, perfectly tanned and mouth-wateringly smooth. Dr Turner couldn’t look away from her exquisite runway figure as she approached him, her plush pouting lips spread wide in a leering smile.

“Why Dr Turner,” She said with casual friendliness, “We missed you at the daily staff meeting this morning…”

“I’ve told you before. Sitting around comparing bra sizes, openly discussing your darkest sexual fantasies and… the rest doesn’t constitute a staff meeting!” He complained, his reedy voice raising an octave with panic.

The staff meetings of the last few weeks had been little more than undisguised attempts of the female staff members to break the resolve of the few remaining male teachers with wicked promises and lewd demonstrations of their eager promiscuity.

“My goodness, no! You really should have attended today.” She responded, licking her cherry lips. “You were quite the topic of conversation. Ms Summers expressed in no unclear manner that your recent… performance was far superior in every way to any other man she has encountered.”

She leaned back against the door as it shut behind her and continued. Never taking her glittering green eyes from his for a second.

“Well, once it became clear that no-one had been able to find you to… congratulate you. I remembered that you had been spending a lot of time locked up back here. I was hoping that with a little luck and the school's master-key, I might yet meet "The Beast" myself."

Dr Turner groaned to hear his fear put into so many words, this was too much and now he was trapped with this infernal woman and her thinly veiled threat to have him by any means. He looked up sharply as he heard her bolt the door, only to see her slip the key down into the mountainous cleavage fit to explode out of her straining jacket.

She sauntered forward, her curvy hips swaying sensationally, her finely manicured hands reaching for the buttons of his lab coat.

“Maybe we can have a staff meeting of our own. Just the two of us…” she murmured in his ear as she melted against his trembling frame.