Mrs. Gates Class

We headed for Mrs. Gates Class after the start of the first period just after eight. I pushed the cart while Mrs. Hart led the way. I couldn't help but admire her stocking-clad legs and the way her hips moved under her short lab coat as she walked. Her heels clicked against the ground, the sound echoing off the empty walls. The sway of her hips was hypnotic, each step accentuating her curves. Her lab coat fluttered slightly with her movements, occasionally revealing glimpses of her fitted skirt beneath that hugged her ass tightly.

The hall seemed different being empty with not a female student in sight. All I saw was endless rows of lockers and doorways. The glowing red lights on each door showing it was locked and secure. I noticed a small black orb in the ceiling I would not have saw before and knew their had to be a security camera inside watching us.

Mrs. Gates class was only a few doors down. I stopped as I read the sign on her door. “Mrs. Gates Room 106. Women's Health.” I would guess that meant the class focused less on general anatomy and more on the woman's body.

Mrs. Hart knocked and then scanned her card to unlock the door. As we entered I was surprised to see the classroom was bigger than I had expected, being closer to a college lecture hall with tiered seating that rose up as the rows went back with long tables allowing for spacious room to work. Dark wooden tables stretched the entire length of each row, their surface smooth and unmarked, suggesting they were relatively new or well-maintained. The stadium-style seating provided excellent visibility for all students. I saw the girls turn to look at me as smiles crossed many of their lips.

The girls leaning over to talk to one another as the room began to fill with whisper and giggles. Some leaned towards their neighbors, cupping hands to ears as they shared hushed comments. Others covered their mouths, stifling laughter as their gazes darted between me and their classmates.

Mrs. Gates stood at the front of her class by the white board in front of a white board by her desk. A diagram of a woman's breasts anatomy was projected onto a pull down screen on the board as she held a laser pointer in hand but stopped her lesson to look at us.

She was an auburn haired woman with a full figure to say the least. While I would not call her fat as she was not unpleasant looking the words pleasantly plump came to mind. Her round face was framed by loose auburn curls that fell just past her shoulders. She wore a fitted navy blazer over her white blouse, the single button straining slightly to contain her ample bust. The white blouse that hugged her large, heavy breasts, underneath stretching noticeably across her chest.

A wide black leather belt cinched her waist, accentuating the curve of her hips against the knee-length pencil skirt she wore that clung to her thick thighs, outlining her full, womanly shape. Black stockings hugged her calves, running down to slender ankles adorned with short heeled black leather loafers.

“Sorry is this a bad time?”

“Not at all. You must be Mister Chase. I am glad you managed to make it.” She smiled warmly and came over putting her hand on my shoulder and looked out at the class. “Every one. Say hello Mister Chase. He will be joining the facility starting today as the new school Appraiser.”

“Hello Mister Chase.” The girls said in unison catching me a little off guard but then they had been learning social etiquette and manners for four years now. I still heard a few giggles and snickers after they spoke though.

“Thank you ladies.” I smiled at them as I looked out over the class. “I like to start by thanking Mrs. Gates for letting me have her class today. As she said I am your new school Appraiser and I am here to answer any questions you might have.” A girl in the front held up her hand in the back.

“Yes.” I pointed admiring her manners.

"What are you appraising?" A beautiful blonde with tan skin asked as she leaned forward on her elbows and rested her chin in her hands as she looked at me with her big blue eyes as her slender well manicured fingers framed her face. Her golden hair fell in soft waves around her face, framing delicate features. As she shifted, the fabric of her top pulled tight across her full round breasts underneath. The top buttons of her shirt were undone, offering a glimpse of smooth skin of her chest.

“Why you of course. A few of you will be heading off to college but most will be looking for marriages. My job is to find you all husbands. I will be meeting with each of you to do a physical examination as well as conduction interviews, building a website, and screening potential suitors to ensure you will marry men who will treat you with respect.” I said. I could hear quit a bit of talk among the girls.

“I will remind you ladies that Mister Chase is to be treated like a teacher and shown the respect he is owed. This is not optional and even those who do not plan to be married will still be expected to take part if you wish to graduate.” Mrs. Gates spoke up.

“I am sure some of your parents may have already have arranged marriages for you or may want to opt out for other reasons. If that is the case they are welcome to email me through the school website and provide a phone number where I can video call them but I will need to speak with them directly.” I would not accept a phone call, email, or a hand written note as both would be easy to fake but at least with a video call I could see who I was speaking to and look up a picture of the person they said they were.

Another girl in the front raised her hand in the front row.

“Yes.” I pointed at her.

"What about if we wish to continue our education?" This came from a brunette who sat up straight, her emerald eyes sharp behind stylish glasses. She tucked a strand of silky hair behind her ear, revealing a graceful neck adorned with a simple silver chain. Her fingers played absently with the hem of her skirt as she awaited my answer. The fabric of her red sweater vest clung to her lithe frame, accentuating subtle curves of her breasts underneath.

“For those who have the grades for it I will be doing the scouting work to find the right fit and even look into possible funding if needed. I am here to serve your best interest and advise you. Some of you may want to be nurses, teachers, receptionist, secretaries, just to name a few and if that is what you want I will try and help make that a reality but I will still be looking into finding you a husband who does not mind an intelligent hard working woman that might support that dream. Next Question?”

“Yes I said as another girl raised her hand.

"What will you be evaluating us on? Is it based on bust size?" A girl with auburn curls and a mischievous smirk posed this cheeky question. She leaned back slightly, her hazel eyes sparkling with playful challenge as she twirled a curl around her finger. This motion drew attention to her full lips and the soft curve of her cheek.

“All right ladies. Lets keep it professional.” Mrs. Gates said as she stepped forward and brushed her blazer back as she put her hands on her hips and straightened her shoulder. The action made her full voluminous breasts protrude out in front of her as she gave the girls a look.

“A fair question, yes that is one of many factors but some men enjoy a woman with small perky breast as much as a man who loves large full breasts. Some men like blondes, other men redheads. Light skin, dark skin. Tall, short. But also your personalities. Are you compassionate, inquisitive, friendly, funny. What are your hobbies and interest.” I replied.

Another girl raised her hand and I pointed at her. “Yes.”

“What all will the examination intel?” The black girl asked as she bit her luscious lip and looked at me with her deep brown eyes. She was light caramel toned skin being probably mixed with long flowing voluminous dark curls that framed her heart shaped face and ran down past her shoulders. Her full lips glistened as she released them from her teeth, drawing attention to their plump, inviting shape. As she leaned forward, her shirt stretched taut across her breasts, revealing their full, rounded shape that pressed against the white fabric. Her slender fingers drummed lightly on the desk, nails perfectly manicured and gleaming in the classroom light.

“I will need to take a few pictures, followed by body measurements, the evaluations itself will be a head to toe examination that will be done in the nurses office but I promise it will be painless, and am interview where I will ask questions to both get to know you and build a psychological profile even if you just want to vent about your parents I am just there to listen” I shrugged as a few laughed. I could tell I was winning them over if very slowly but I was here to basically put a price tag on their asses and auction them off to the highest bidder to put it bluntly no matter how I spun it.

“Yes.” I pointed as I saw a hand go up.

“Will the pictures be nude?” A girl in the middle of the class asked sheepishly.

“Yes for evaluation purposes only. You will be getting official photo's for the website will be taken later. I promise I will give all of you girls time to do your makeup, hair, shave what ever needs to be shaved before.” I said getting a few giggles. I saw a hand go up in the back and pointed. “Yes.”

“Do we need to shave down their?” The brunette girl asked shyly, her question eliciting a few laughs from the class and making her blush. She had big doe eyes that widened as she bit her bottom lip, her braces visible. Soft brown hair fell around her face in gentle waves, framing her delicate features. A red hair band held her hair back neatly matching her red school sweater vest fit snugly, outlining the shape of her full large breasts that she seemed to be trying to hide.

“Have to? No but you might want to trim things up though most guys would prefer if you did. There are other options for removal, waxing, lasers, chemical. I am sure Nurse Hart or Mrs. Gates would be able to suggest alternative options.” I said not really knowing which was preferable.

“If we are shy can we take photos ourselves and send it to you?” A petite Asian girl said from the back of the room. Her glossy black hair was pulled into a high ponytail, accentuating her delicate facial features. Almond-shaped eyes framed by long lashes looked at me inquisitively. She leaned forward slightly, the movement causing her fitted blouse to stretch across her small but perky breasts. Her slender fingers tapped lightly on the desk as she awaited my response.

“I have to take any nude pictures myself as they will be used for evaluation to ensure certain things are not enhanced using photo-shop or other things are erased with airbrushing. Though if you are the shy type maybe Nurse Hart will take it. Per the school policy they will not be posted and will be for me and Mrs. Hart's eyes only.” I shook my head. With computers it was to easy to alter photos. “But if you want to include photos of your own that are not nude into your portfolio my e-mail is on the school website or it should be.” I replied. I saw the blondes hand go up in the back as she was chewing on her pen.

“Yes.” I said.

“Can we send you bikini or lingerie pictures?” She said with a playful smile and I heard a few girls ooh.

“Yes I can except photos if you want to include them but I can not accept nudes and you will need a guardians signature, preferably from a licensed professional but if they are high enough quality I may include them. All I ask is you do not use photo shop to enhance certain areas or air brush out others. I am sure you all know what I mean.” I smiled. That got more then a few of them talking.

“Before we get to all that though I have a questioner I need someone to pass out. I will need them completely filled out and returned by Friday to Mrs. Hart or Mrs. Gates. It will ask you about your full medical history so I ask that you be completely honest. If there is something you do not know ask your parents.” before I could even turn to get them Mrs. Hart had them in hand as she walked past and handed them out. Counting out copies as she stopped at the first row.

“Also I have mouth swabs. This will let me run DNA test to determine if you are prone to any diseases or genetic conditions.” I walked over to the cart and digging out a few dozen mouth swabs. If one of you ladies would not mind passing these out.” A few hands went up.

“You on the front row if you would be so kind.” I pointed with one finger to a curvaceous Hispanic-looking young lady in the front row wearing a red cardigan. The young lady stood up and walked over. Her lustrous dark hair cascaded past her shoulders, framing an oval face. She took the swabs and looked up at me. Her full pouty lips curved into a smile as her rich chocolate brown almond-shaped eyes met mine. The red cardigan stretched taut across her breasts, outlining their large rounded shape. Her waist narrowed sharply before flaring out to wide hips. When she turned to distribute the swabs, her skirt hugged the generous curve of her backside. Her movements were fluid as she began moving up the levels, distributing the swabs to her classmates.

“You on the front row if you would be so kind.” I pointed with one finger to a curvaceous Hispanic-looking young lady in the front row wearing a red cardigan. The young lady stood up and walked over. Her lustrous dark hair cascaded past her shoulders, framing an oval face. She took the swabs and looked up at me.

“You will need to tear open the kit where you will find the swabs. You will want to put the swab in your mouth and rub it against your cheek for half a minute. Get it good and wet and once you have put it swab down inside the container and write your name in clear print on the exterior.” I said instructing the class.

The room was filled with the soft sound of the students tearing away the paper and pulling out the swabs taking them in hand. Girls throughout the classroom raised the cotton swabs to their mouths, some hesitating briefly before proceeding.

Cheeks bulged as the students pressed the swabs against the insides of their mouths. Some girls moved the swabs in quick circles, while others used slow, deliberate motions. A few at the back giggled nervously as they performed the task, the sound muffled by the swabs in their mouths. The swelling of their cheeks and the movement of their hands made me think inappropriate thoughts as I admired their different techniques.

In the front row, a blonde girl's eyes widened slightly as she vigorously rubbed the swab against her inner cheek. Next to her, a redhead with freckles closed her eyes, concentrating intently on the circular motion. Towards the middle of the room, a brunette paused momentarily to check her watch, ensuring she maintained the full half-minute.

I admired their different techniques. I couldn’t help but notice their different open mouths before me, the way they pursed and parted, the softness of their inviting lips, some with their mouths wide showing the pinkness of their tongues as they tried to keep their giggles contained. Others lips were in tight o-shaped circles. The cherry-red lipstick on one girl's full lips left a tantalizing smear on her swab, making me imagine those same lips wrapped around something else entirely.

I wondered what each of their mouths would feel like around my cock, the thought making my own mouth go dry. The way some of them worked on the swabs was almost obscene, a blonde thrusting hers in and out quickly while a girl next to her took her time in small short strokes. I couldn't help but stare as the blonde's rapid movements made her breasts jiggle subtly in her blouse. Her redheaded neighbor's slower pace was just as captivating, her full lips pursed tightly around the swab in a kiss-like shape with each careful stroke. The contrast between their styles was mesmerizing, and I found myself shifting uncomfortably, trying to hide my growing arousal.

Some girls glanced around, checking their progress against their classmates, while others remained focused on their own task. A few finished earlier then the others pulling swabs out wet with saliva and wiping their lips with their fingers. Damp cotton tips glistened under the classroom lights as they emerged from pouty mouths. The cherry-red lipstick on one girl's full lips left a tantalizing smear on her swab, making me imagine those same lips wrapped around something else entirely. Another's cheeks hollowed as she sucked gently on the swab, the action so suggestive it made my pants feel suddenly tighter.

As the half-minute mark approached, more students began removing their swabs. The room filled with the soft sounds of containers being opened. Girls carefully placed their saliva-coated swabs into the tubes, and pens clicked as they began to write their names on the containers. Mrs. Gates went up the aisles to collect the swabs. Mrs. Gates went up the aisles to collect the swabs from her girls. Her wide womanly hips and ass swaying as she moved. The fabric of her skirt stretched and relaxed with each step, accentuating her full womanly curves. She had a nice walk for a plus size woman as the steady click of her heels against the tile floor echoed through the classroom as she made her way up and down the aisles.

“Now. If there are no more questions I have brought the stuff with me and can give an example of the examination we will be conducting to insure you all or healthy. If one of you would not mind being a volunteer. You do not need to get naked but I will need you to strip down to your underwear.” I asked. I thought I might not get any volunteers and would have to offer some reason but a few girls put their hands up, only three but it was a start.