Mason has been recruited

You smile at Mason leading three girls towards your table. A lithe brunette carries a tray laden with coffee cups and she's followed by two ripe and curvy teens. The girl puts the tray on the table and smiles, almost curtsying, before straightening up.

"Looks like you recruited help Mr. Carter," Lorri McKay chuckles.

"Mr. Carter has agreed to be our faculty sponsor!" A curvy blonde bubbles, her full breasts straining her pink uniform shirt. "It's so great!"

"Is this the car wash thing?" Donna asks with a sardonic smile.

"Yes, it's for such a good cause Ms. Considine," the lithe brunette answers. "We're so happy Mr. Carter agreed."

"Oh absolutely. You girls wouldn't want to miss the chance of showing off your bikinis. Not to mention how much you've grown since last year," Donna says archly, eyeing the blonde's swelling bust.

"It's so much fun Ms. Considine! And the money makes the seniors so happy. Thank you so much for agreeing to help Sir!" the third girl says, flashing a grin and almost bouncing with excitement, her pleated skirt flouncing to show more of her lush thighs.

"Girl, you ought to lengthen that skirt," Lorri tells her with a stern look that is belied by the twinkle in her eyes. "You start jumping like that you gonna show everyone what's in the cookie jar."

"Sorry, Ms. McKay," the girl responds, calming slightly and looking subdued.

"We thought we'd wash Mr. Carter's car to thank him for agreeing," the blonde says. "We'd like to do that for all of you as well."

"And when were you thinking of doing that, Julia?" Christina Thorpe asks.

"This afternoon, if that's ok? We can use the upper parking lot, and we'll even move your cars up for you. All of us have our licenses and we'll be ever so careful. And you can come and watch."

"It would be great practise for us," the lithe girl adds with a smile.

"And an excuse to put on a bikini and show off a little," Monica laughs. "Sure, why not? It will give Mr. Carter a chance to see what he's agreed to." The girls giggle happily and scamper off as Mason resumes his seat, glancing around at the amused glances from the table.

"You don't waste much time, do you boy?" Lorri chuckles at Mason with earthy humour. "Y'all better watch yo'self round these girls or they'll be getting you to agree to anything."

"Oh, it's harmless," Monica says, extending a hand to Mason. "I'm Monica Fulton, we sort of met last night, but there was a lot going on so if you don't remember it's cool. I teach languages. How did they come to pick you?"

"They said their last sponsor isn't here anymore and since we both taught biology, and I live in the same cottage she did, they thought I was the natural choice. A Ms. Bell, they said?" You notice the female teachers fall silent and serious for a moment, with glances passing between each other. Mason and Brian notice the sudden change in mood, and look curiously at the women.

"She resigned," Donna says. "It's a bit of a sore point around here, and this isn't a good place to tell you about it. Perhaps at dinner tomorrow."