You teach her subtlety

Your meeting with the Colonel seems particularly relevant at the moment. What was it he had said? That men who married Pink Rose Alumna had certain expectations from their wives. Miss White seems like a perfect example of how far this institution has fallen from it's vaunted reputation. With her unbuttoned blouse and absurdly short skirt this pretty blonde looks more like a porn-site's caricature of a sexy-schoolgirl than an attendee in one of the wealthiest and most exclusive private school in the United States.

"I'm willing to help you Miss White," Lyndsey's eyes brighten with excitement, "but I have to tell you that I think you are going about this all wrong." Her sultry excitement is replaced with confusion and a hint of curiosity, but she lets you approach her without fear. "This over-the-top approach you have may work well with the college boys from Hamilton, or the grounds staff her on campus, but a woman like you should have her sights set quite a bit higher than that." By now you are standing directly in front of her and from this angle can see pretty much right into her blouse - she has marvelous breasts. Round, firm and peaked with dark areola about the size of a quarter that are puckered with arousal. Both of her stiff nipples are pierced and decorated with silver bars. It is with real regret that you re-button her blouse.

"I don't understand." Lyndsey's dark blue eyes blink sweetly. "I thought you were going to help me..."

"What I'm trying to explain, Miss White, is that the kind of man you really want to attract doesn't want to see everything on display like meat at a butcher's shop, he wants to see just a hint of what might be hidden away." She stands silently as you rest your hands on the bulge around her waist caused by the rolled up skirt. "A real man has seen dozens of pussies and hundreds of tits, Miss White, and when you get right down to it, they all look pretty much the same." You can see that this idea has at least captured her attention; it is a new idea to this lovely young exhibitionist. She lets you fix her skirt, pulling it down to cover her smooth thighs and brushing it smooth, front and back. The feel of her round ass and mons Venus through the plaid skirt effects her as much as it excites you.

"Oh God, Dean Hawkfeather!" She gasps as your hands roam over her body. "This is so hot, do you like the shy innocent type?" Determined to keep firm control over this encounter you suppress the thought of taking what she is so obviously offering.

"Shhhh..." You whisper softly as you move behind her, "just listen, and do what I tell you." The lovely blonde bites her lower lip between white teeth but nods silently. The flirtatious blonde is correct in her assessment of how 'hot' this situation was, already you've closed several boundaries, but what you are just getting started. Your hands move to her breasts, cupping them and judging their weight and firmness through the thin material of her pink blouse.

"You don't really need a bra, Miss White," you compliment her softly, "but buy some anyways, lacy ones in several different colors," your fingers move to the 'V' of her neckline and trace along edge of the fabric brushing the soft swell of her tits. "Keep your shirts buttoned so only an occasional glimpse of the bras are seen." Flicking the button just above her solar plexus, you continue your lesson. "If you must be daring leave this button here 'accidently' unfastened, not all these on the top. Trust me Miss White, men will be far more intrigued by this kind of subtlety than being flashed by the most perfect tits in the world."

The color in her cheeks and shallow breathing are both strong indicators that your matter-of-fact mentoring is only adding to her arousal. Turning your attention to her skirt you step back to get a better look.

"The same thing goes for panties, but don't let the man you are seducing see your underwear." You gesture to the couch and she obediently takes a seat crossing her ankles elegantly, she clearly has had at least some training in deportment. "Perfect." You praise her and are rewarded with a bright smile. "Now cross you legs again and let the skirt rise just an inch or two as you shift position, before pulling it back into place." You have Lyndsey practice the maneuver a couple more times before you are satisfied. "Good. Do that a few times during class or at a party, and you'll have every man in the room watching you, hoping for a glimpse of your sexy thighs."

"Really, Mr. Hawkfeather?" Lyndsey asks, "because you don't seem all that interested." This surprises you a little because, while not exactly a full-blown boner, your cock is twice its normal size and making a making quite a dent on your khakis.

"That's because you've already flashed me the whole package," you chuckle, "remember?"

"Aren't you going to fuck me?" Her frustration is clearly growing.

"Language, Miss White!" You scold playfully. "No, I'm not going the take any more liberties with your delightful young body; not today." You add quickly when you see her start to rebel. "I want to see if you follow my advice this week. If I decide that you've been a good pupil, I'll invite you to tea next Saturday, and we can have lesson number two." Extending one arm to her you gesture with the other towards the door to indicate the interview is now over.

Lyndsey is clearly both confused and agitated when she takes your offered hand, but she lets you escort her from your office and send her on her way.

"God!" You groan as you close the door firmly behind her and collapse against it. "What the Hell have I gotten myself into?"