A Stranger

All four of you turn to look at the newcomer stepping round Anissa and into the kitchen. She’s a chubby blond-haired woman, only slightly shorter than you, dressed in a grey jumper that can barely hold back her enormous bosom, and grey trousers than cling tightly to her wide hips, fat ass, and chubby legs. Her hazel eyes run up and down you, appearing to devour you as they do. She’s clearly impressed by what she sees.

“Mr Smith, I’m Krystal Horne, IT. I’ve got your login details for the school network here.” She raises a small folder. “Also, in here are the network code of conduct which you need to sign and return to me by the end of the day. If you have any problems, contact me. And that’s not just here, in the school. If you have any IT issues, at school, at home, with your personal stuff, I’m here to help. All part of the service.”

She passes over the folder. As she does so another woman enters the kitchen.

“Hurry up, slowcoach. I’m not saving you a seat,” this newcomer addresses Krystal before she notices you. She’s a tall woman, taller than you, with long, dirty brown hair in a ponytail. She’s wearing a tight, athletic top that accentuates her large breasts, and a pair of tight shorts that show off her long, smooth legs. Her blue eyes look you up and down as if you were a slice of meat before she speaks again. “You must be the new History teacher. Blair Speed, Sports.”

She offers you her hand and you shake it while you introduce yourself. She then quickly ushers the shorter Krystal out of the kitchen and back into the main room, both waving goodbye. You see Anissa shiver as they leave.

“I’m uncomfortable with those two,” she states in her thick French accent. “They’re sinners.”

Abigail and Spencer laugh. “Don’t worry about those two, Ani,” Abigail tells the French woman. “They’re harmless, at least to us.” She adds the last part as she looks at you. “Now, you may want to steer clear of them. Blair has a track record of going through men, she gets a new boyfriend every few weeks and quickly wears them out. And Krystal, well she has a reputation in the Drowned Guppy, the pub in the centre of town, of picking up any man she can.”

“It’s not natural,” Anissa states. “Sex should be confined to marriage.”

You can’t help but notice Abigail and Spencer give each other knowing looks, as if they’re used to their friend making such statements, and they know better than to argue with her about them.

“Come on, let’s get back into the room,” Abigail says. “Blair had one thing right, there aren’t enough chairs for all of us. So, if we want to sit through the Doctor’s drone, we need to claim some.”

Most of the chairs are already taken. Abigail and Anissa manage to grab a couple near the back, but you and Spencer are **** to stand. That’s fine by you. You’re able to prop yourself against the wall.

Just in time as the headmistress enters. She’s not changed from your interview; she could even be wearing the same clothes. Behind her comes the receptionist, Layla, her arms burdened with a sheaf of paper. Both women appraise the room.

“Are we all here?” Dr Stricture asks. There are mumbles of agreement from the room. But the Doctor doesn’t do anything until Layla’s brown eyes have swept the room completely, spending longest on you, a darkening of gaze as they linger.

“What did you do to annoy Layla?” Spencer whispers as the gaze finally breaks away.

“No idea,” you reply.

“We’re all here.”

Layla’s announcement is definitive and is the cue for the headmistress to start her speech.