She sends you to change

"I believe in keeping to a schedule whenever possible," Ms. Naylor tries to look as imposing as she can although you are a good 8 inches taller than her. "But, I also believe that you and I should get off to the best start possible." The Headmistress continues as if she's doing you a favour, "Why don't you change into something more presentable, and then we can talk." You understand very well what is going on, and although you find the determined woman's decision to put you in your place petty, you've had to deal with much more destructive behaviors from far more irritating superiors.

Slinging your bulging duffle over your shoulder and nodding politely, you step back out into the hallway carrying the fifty pound load easily as you head back towards the foyer. In a conveniently placed men's room (probably one of the few on the whole campus you realize) you change into a slightly wrinkled pair of khakis and take the time to shave two day's worth of stubble off your cheeks. A clean white cotton undershirt under a permanent-press light blue oxford and a plain beige tie completed your transformation although you still wore your black motorcycle boots under your pant legs.

Stepping back into the hallway you almost collide with a pretty young blonde wearing a tight fitting exercise clothes and gleaming with perspiration who is filling a water bottle from the bubbler in the hall. She's too old to be a student, but not by much and judging by her even tan and toned figure she works hard to maintain her 'hot body' appearance.

"Hi there!" She eyes you with a coy smile. "Seems I'm stumbling over men all over the place this afternoon."

"Yes Ma'am, I'm Kyle Hawkfeather, the new Dean of Students."

"Are you now? Have you met the boss yet?" she smirks with a nod down the hall.

"Ms. Naylor? Yes, well unofficially." You explain a little more when you see you have not been clear. "She sent me off to get changed before she'd invite me into her office."

"She's a tight assed bitch," the slender woman laughs making her breasts wobble in the tight spandex top. "She thinks she's the queen of the place, and she was really annoyed when the decision was made to hire men."

"Yes, Ma'am, I was warned that she feels we'll be a distraction to some of the students."

"I have to say, Kyle, that 'Ma'am' business might go over well with Ms. Prim and Proper, but you'd better start calling me Monica or I'll feel like I'm twice your age." You see her eyes roam over your neat appearance again as she evaluates you like a drill sergeant looking over a new recruit - or a cat eying a juicy robin, before she continues on about Ms. Naylor.

"Don't let her give you the idea that our students are a bunch of little innocents." Just in your first ten minutes on campus you saw evidence of that, but you just nod silently a little surprised when Monica places her palm on your chest. "Those spoiled bitches spend most of their time thinking up mischief. They don't need a man to get themselves into trouble." She pats your chest appreciatively. "But Ms. Naylor is right, you'll be a distraction alright."

"Thanks for the warning," you smile, glancing at your watch deliberately. She takes the hint and walks you back to the Headmistress's office. It could be an attempt at hospitality, or even a genuine desire to get to know you better but more likely, you suspect, she is curious to see how Ms. Naylor will react to your arrival.

You are in the process of trying to dislodge her hand from your arm when the door to Ms. Naylor's outer office opens and the Headmistress pops her head out into the hall looking for you.

"Whenever you are ready, Mr. Hawkfeather," her voice dripping with scorn as she sees you chatting up one of her young teachers, "I'd hate to interrupt your socializing."