Rachel is prepped for service

If the receptionist?s behaviour and appearance had been enough to confuse Rachel, Miss Taylor was enough to render her utterly speechless.

A towering, voluptuous figure, Miss Taylor was probably every bit as tall as Rachel, though it was hard to tell due to the high heels of her silver-coloured sandals, and she was showing off plenty of her toned physique and tanned skin as she was dressed only in a double-layered pink skirt which was short enough to leave a gap of several inches between its lower hem and the black fishnet stockings which reached up from her toes to cover the bottom half of her firm thighs, while an inch-wide black brim separated her pink dress from her smooth, subtly muscular midriff, a decorative black bowtie serving to mark the centre point of the brim?s front.

Completing Miss Taylor?s look of wanton lewdness was a sheer black bikini-top, the two flaps of which served only to hug roughly a third of her huge bosom as they sat attached by a triangular framework of spaghetti-straps, one black heart with a thin white outline serving as decoration on each of the two flaps.

As for her face, Miss Taylor had complemented its strikingly beautiful lines by applying plenty of lip-gloss, mascara and eyeliner.

?Miss Benton,? Miss Taylor spoke suavely, ?I met Timothy Matthews coming the other direction. He?s well again I take it??

?Yes Miss Taylor?, the receptionist replied, ?he showed me a note from his doctor stating that he was fully recovered. I sucked his cock as a welcome back-present.?

?I?m certain that he found it most enjoyable?, Miss Taylor said, noticing the ropes of cum adorning Miss Benton?s face, which she had shown no intent of removing during the several minutes that she and Rachel had sat in the reception.

All this was enough to make Rachel?s head spin from confusion and shock.

A ?And this must be Miss Jones? from Miss Taylor roused her from her dazed state, and Rachel managed to get up on her feet to shake the hand which the scantily clad blonde now offered her.

Despite always having considered herself to be a heterosexual, Rachel couldn?t help but to become aroused by the Amazonian Miss Taylor, particularly now as the woman stood before her with only a few inches of air between them, allowing Rachel to see that the edges of Miss Taylor?s top barely stretched their over the buds of her nipples, leaving plenty of her small areolas completely visible.

Add to that the fact that Miss Taylor made no attempt to hide the fact that she was undressing Rachel with her eyes, and the young supply teacher could feel a certain warmness spreading out from her crotch.

Realizing that she should probably say something, Rachel managed to shake out an ?H-hello? to the far more brazened Miss Taylor, who offered her a ?Hello and welcome to our school,? in reply.

?If you?ll come with me?, Rachel felt Miss Taylor wrap her hand around, ?I?ll give you an introduction to it.?

What Miss Taylor had said was perfectly innocent, but the way in which she had said it made Rachel suspect that the blonde now leading her out of the reception and holding her hand knew for a certainty that she and Rachel would end up licking each other?s pussies.

As they ascended a wide flight of stairs, Rachel couldn?t help but decide that having her snatch tongued by the statuesque beauty walking next to her wouldn?t be such a bad thing, and she caught herself wondering if Miss Taylor was wearing anything under her skirt.

?Oh stop it Rachel,? she silently chastised herself, ?you?re behaving like a horny?? just then, they reached the top of the stairs and stood at the mouth of a corridor, down which half a dozen young women, clad in identical outfits of skin-tight, glistening synthetics which left little to the imagination, ?schoolgirl.?

?Uh,? Rachel gulped once the uniformly curvaceous girls had disappeared through one of the doors which the corridor led past, ?were those students??

?They most certainly were,? Miss Taylor replied whilst leading the way down the lengthy corridor, ?why do you ask that??

?Well, it?s just that? you know,? Rachel was hesitant on how to give voice to what she was wondering, but mercifully Miss Taylor interrupted her mumblings by saying ?Yes, they?re supposed to be dressed like that. Or rather, that is the standard uniform, although we tend to see it more as a yardstick and encourage the girls to wear clothing in that spirit.?

This caused Rachel to utter an ?Oh?, which she noticed caused Miss Taylor to form her mouth into a smile which seemed a bit naughty.

?Yes,? the buxom school administrator went on, ?and I can assure you that all of our new teachers react to it in the same manner as you have. They do tend to take to it rather rapidly though, and I?m certain that you will as well.?

?Right,? Rachel didn?t know how else to respond, though a curious ?Is this an all-girl school?? soon followed.

?Oh no,? Miss Taylor nearly giggled, ?that would defeat the real purpose of the school, not to mention putting a great strain on the male members of faculty. Almost half of our students are boys.?

Deciding to sound a bit professional, Rachel made an attempt to sound calm while letting out an ?I see,? and was surprised at the evenness of her voice, ?and are they dressed in the same manner??

?Oh no,? Miss Taylor began, ?they wear a more traditional school uniform. Though how much of it they wear is really quite voluntary. Our policy on that is to be content as long as they sport the school tie. And most of the girls think that just the tie is quite enough.?

With that, Miss Taylor stopped by a door and pulled the handle.

Following Miss Taylor, Rachel found that she had been lead to a room which appeared to her to be the biggest wardrobe that she had ever seen, with rows of clothing lined up behind a pair of empty tables.

Despite what she had seen of the school?s personnel and pupils thus far, Rachel was still surprised when she noticed that virtually every piece of garment hanging in the room was one which you could hardly wear in the street without risking being booked for indecent behaviour, even some of the footwear which was lined up along one of the walls looked like it was in violation of a few laws and regulations.

?Why are we here?? Rachel asked Miss Taylor, her pulse going up as a result of how close to her that Miss Taylor was standing.

?To be perfectly frank with you, Miss Jones,? Miss Taylor began, and stepped even closer to Rachel, ?we female members of faculty are supposed to lead by example. So if you don?t mind terribly I must now ask you to strip.?

?W-what?? Rachel was absolutely flabbergasted.

?You can refuse to, of course, but I must advice you that that will result in you not being deemed fit to serve here as a teacher.?

After a brief moment of hesitation Rachel slid out of her jacket and folded it neatly before placing it atop one of the tables, drawing an appreciative ?Good? from Miss Taylor.

Removing her blouse and skirt and folding them just as carefully as her jacket, Rachel stepped out of her shoes and then realized that she was standing before Miss Taylor clad in nothing more than a red set of panties and a bra.

This caused Rachel to hesitate once more, which caused Miss Taylor to pronounce an impatient ?Please, Miss Jones, it all has to come off.?

Swallowing down some of the saliva which she was now producing quite copiously, Rachel unhooked her bra and allowed her pair of large, round breasts to become visible to Miss Taylor, who looked as if she enjoyed that quite a lot.

Fidgeting with the strap of her panties for a moment, Rachel then rapidly pulled them down her legs and stepped out of them to stand completely naked, displaying her wet lips and uneven triangle of pubes

?Very nice,? was Miss Taylor?s verdict on her body, ?I hope that I can take some credit for how deliciously wet your cunt is looking.?

Never having had a woman, or a man for that part, make such a lewd comment on her sex before, Rachel?s only reaction was to close her eyes and feel her cheeks warm as they glowed with embarrassment.

?However,? Miss Taylor went on, ?the pubes will have to go.?

?W-what?? Rachel repeated herself.

?Yes, we aim for something more like this.? Miss Taylor then used both hands to lift her skirt up to her bellybutton, revealing that her pussy, apart from being as wet as Rachel?s, was as smoothly shaven as her hairless legs, apart from a minute bush of pubic hair placed just above the puffy lips of her slit.

Rachel?s heart had skipped a beat when Miss Taylor flashed her pussy, and it was quite possible that it was to due to that that she obediently allowed her to place her atop the other of the two tables.

Laying with her back pressed against the cold white surface of the bench-table and her legs dangling in the air, Rachel stared up at the ceiling as Miss Taylor pulled open one of the two drawers built into the table and produced a razor, a tube of shaving cream, and a small can of gel and then placed herself between her legs.

Seconds later, Rachel yelped as Miss Taylor squirted a good-sized click of cold shaving cream onto her pubes.

After thoroughly spreading the cream all over the unevenly shaped patch of curly hair, and possibly taking a little more time doing it than what was really necessary, Miss Taylor grabbed the razor and began to shave it off.

Struggling to keep still, Rachel could feel her skin begin to slightly itch as the last of her pubes were removed to leave her crotch as smooth as her ass.

?And now a little balsam for the skin,? Miss Taylor cooed and propped open the small can, dipping her fingers into it to cover them with a translucent gel.

Tenderly, Miss Taylor rubbed the gel into Rachel?s skin, the blonde vixen?s fingers dancing over the sensitive surface of her crotch causing Rachel to shiver with well-being.

No protest came from Rachel when Miss Taylor hooked one finger and thrust it into her twat, but rather a delighted coo.

It was with a satisfied ?There,? that Miss Taylor announced that her work was done, and she celebrated by leaning down into Rachel?s crotch and planting a wet kiss across her labia.

Just as Miss Taylor leaned back up again, Rachel could hear the door opening.

Looking up, Rachel could see that another woman had entered the room, in the shape of another Amazonian, big-titted revelation, although she differed from Rachel and Miss Taylor by being a few inches short of six feet and having hair the colour of copper rather than their blonde locks.

Clad in a leather catsuit in a brighter shade of red than her hair, the woman stopped at the door and weighed on the high heels of her suit as she looked at Rachel with the same lewd gleam in her eyes as Miss Taylor.

The suit?s zipper was pulled down all the way to the woman?s navel, causing her firm abs to be visible and proving to any sceptics who might look at her tits that they were actually as big as they appeared and that she hadn?t stuffed her suit with a pair of footballs.