Head to the School Office.

I headed for the main office where I saw a receptionist on the phone. She glanced up at me with a curt smile and held up her finger asking me to wait a moment. I nodded politely taking her in. She was a good looking woman in her twenties. Her hair was cut in a long professional bob cut that hung down to her shoulders. She wore a low cut blouse that displayed some cleavage while also being snug around her bosom

She absently played with a pearl necklace that hung down over her décolletage drawing the eye to her low cut blouse that displayed a fair amount of cleavage while also being taut around her bosom. Her pink manicured nails, painted a soft pink, contrasted nicely with the white pearls she toyed with.

As she leaned forward slightly in her chair to get a something to write with from the pencil holder, the fabric of her pencil skirt pulled taut, accentuating the curve of her hips. Her crossed legs caused the hem to ride up a bit, revealing more of her toned thighs. The slight swinging motion of her top leg drew the eye to where the skirt's edge just hinted at the lace tops of her stockings.

She listened intently to the voice on the phone, her perfectly shaped eyebrows drawing together in concentration. Her manicured hand reached for a nearby notepad, the silver bracelet on her wrist catching the light as she moved. She jotted something down quickly, her cursive handwriting flowing across the page in elegant loops. As the conversation continued, she absently brought the pencil to her mouth, her teeth gently grazing the eraser. The soft pink rubber contrasted with her crimson lipstick as she ran it along her full bottom lip.

"Okay I will let him know." She said and hung up the phone with a soft click. She straightened up, arching her back slightly. The movement caused her breasts to lift and strain against the fabric of her blouse, the top button threatening to pop open. She turned toward me, her golden hair swaying with the motion, and smiled warmly.

"Mister Chase. I am new here. I was told to pick up my school ID here on the phone." I replied, trying to keep my eyes from wandering.

"Right. I have it here somewhere." She said and leaned forward, the movement causing her chair to creak softly. As she searched through her drawer, her blouse gaped open slightly, offering a tantalizing glimpse of lace beneath. The fabric stretched taut across her chest, accentuating the swell of her breasts. I felt heat rising in my cheeks and **** myself to maintain eye contact. "Here we are." She said triumphantly, pulling the card out and offering it to me

"Thank you." I said and took it, our fingers brushing briefly. The contact sent an unexpected tingle up my arm. I glanced down at the ID, pleasantly surprised to see that my picture had come out okay.

“Just swipe your card here and you will be clocked in for the day.” She pointed to a scanner on the edge of her desk.

“Okay.” I said and held the card out and heard a beep as the laser read the bar code on the bottom. She leaned over looking at the computer. “You are good to go and signed in. You can sign out here as well at the end of your shift. If you fail to sign out you will loose any overtime for that day. That card will get you into your office as well as other areas only teachers are allowed. Please do not loose it and if you do please alert security immediately.”

“Noted.” I nodded and I clipped it to my jacket, adjusting it to sit straight.

She reached over and strummed through a stack of file folders and pulled one out. “Here is your schedule and other info.” She smiled as she handed it over. The principle has you meeting with Mrs. Gates classes today. She teaches women's health and has agreed to give up her day so you can introduce yourself to the girls and answer any questions. After school he would like you to meet with the coach and the cheerleaders in the gymnasium to do a general evaluation and discuss the work out routines you suggested.” She smiled warmly.

“Shouldn't be a problem I said glancing my schedule over. I was sure today would be a long day as I had to stay over but then this being partly a boarding school with on campus dorms the school didn't have normal hours. Luckily I had just left college so it wasn't like I was used to a nine to five work schedule. At least I wouldn't be running all over campus looking for classes.”

“We already have you set up in the system. Your computer login will be your last name and password is your eight digit date of birth though you will be prompted to change it.” She smiled. Convenient for first time login in but not that secure I thought which was why I would need to enter my own password.
"I also have something else for you." She said as she stood up, the movement drawing attention to her full height. Her heels clicked against the floor as she walked over to a filing cabinet, her hips swaying slightly with each step. As she bent over, the tight skirt she wore hugged her curves, outlining every contour of her shapely buttocks. The hem inched up slightly, revealing more of her toned legs. She straightened, balancing two boxes in her arms, and returned to her desk. Setting them down with a soft thud, she announced, "The school admin files for all the seniors as requested."

"So you need a hand?" She asked as she touched my arm and gave it a squeeze. I was sure I kind of looked like a pack mule now loaded down with stuff. Her touch lingered a moment longer than necessary, her eyes scanning my face with interest with her blue eyes.

"Maybe just directions to my office." I said with a shrug feeling the weight of both bags on my shoulders. The boxes shifted slightly, reminding me of the mountain of paperwork that awaited me on my first day.

“Right. I am sure I can find someone who can get you there.” She smiled and grazed past me walking out into the main lobby and looking around at the students as I followed after her. “Perfect. Mrs. Wilde.” She called out and a girl who was walking past stopped and came over. She was a cute girl with long ginger hair and bright green eyes. She moved with haste causing her skirt to flutter around her thighs. As she came to a stop I noticed how her her backpack pressed her full breasts together in her school blouse. The fabric of her blouse strained slightly against her chest, emphasizing her bosom that seemed large for her petite frame. Her uniform almost seemed a size too small, clinging to her body in ways that drew attention to her chest.

“Yes Mrs. Brooks?” The girl said eagerly as she came to a stop She had a cute smile despite having braces as she bit down on her thin pink lips that curled at the corners. Her big green eyes looking at the receptionist before she glanced past her to me. A light dusting of freckles across her nose and cheeks added to her youthful appearance, contrasting with the maturity of her figure. Her innocent looks and eagerness to help told me she had to be one of the teachers pets.

Mrs. Brookes smiled and glanced back at me. “Mister Chase this is Ms. Wilde. One of or most gifted seniors.” She placed a hand on the girl's shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze.

“Pleasure to meet you mister Chase.” Ms. Wilde offered her hand.

“The pleasure is mine. I would shake your hand but...” I glanced down at the boxes I was holding.

"Right sorry, I am not awake yet." She blushed awkwardly and withdrew her hand. Her cheeks flushed a deep pink, making her freckles stand out even more.

"Mister Chase needs someone to show him to his new office next to the nurses office." Mrs. Brooks smiled as she touched the girl's arm. "Can you be a dear and show him where that is." Her fingers lingered on the girl's sleeve, smoothing out an imaginary wrinkle.

"Of course. I'd be happy to." Ms. Wilde smiled, her enthusiasm evident in her voice. "Can I take a box?" She reached out, her slender fingers poised to help.

“If you like.” I shrugged offering her the top one.

"Good luck Mister Chase. If you need anything you know where to find me." Mrs. Brooks' tone was warm, almost flirtatious.

"Thank you Mrs. Brooks." I nodded, catching the hint of suggestion in her tone.

"This way." Ms. Wilde nodded with her head toward the main hall. She took a step forward, her long ginger hair swaying with the motion while her skirt swirling around her legs as she turned.

Ms. Wilde walked in front of me as her ass swayed from side to side. Her skirt swishing against her legs giving peeks of her stocking clad thighs as she moved. I quickly matched the young lady's pace. The click of her heels on the polished floor echoed in the hallway, creating a rhythmic counterpoint to the soft rustle of her skirt. My eyes couldn't help but follow the gentle sway of her hips as we walked.

“So do you prefer Ms. Wilde or do you have a first name you like me to call you by?” I asked catching up to her. I wasn't one to hang on formality. Hell a few months ago I was a student myself and wasn't much older then her even if high school did fell a life time ago.

“Cassandra though my friends call me Cassie.” She smiled brightly. I couldn't help but notice her breasts sitting on top of the box as she held it up above her legs as to not interfere with her walk. Her breasts subtly bouncing with each step.

"Pleasure to meet you Cassie." I smiled, trying to keep my gaze from lingering too long on her figure.

“So what is in the boxes.” She said raising up her box for a second before letting it fall back down.

“Your life and all of the other seniors compressed down into a manila folder.” I shrugged. It was funny how everything we did ended up on a sheet of paper making it seem insignificant. Ten weeks in a class ultimately boiled down to a number and letter score.

"So what do you teach mister Chase?" She looked over, biting her lower lip slightly as she waited for my response. Her green eyes sparkled with curiosity, and she tilted her head slightly, causing a lock of ginger hair to fall across her cheek.

“I am more of a student adviser. Think of me of something like a consular meets match maker. The school hired me to advice the seniors. Some may want to continue your education but most girls will end up getting married. My job is to make sure they marry the right guy and not someone who will mistreat them.” I shrugged

“Well I am going to University no doubt.” Cassie shook her head.

“If that is what you want then good for you.” I shrugged.

“You are not going to try and sell me on the merits of marriage and why I need a man in my life?” Cassie glanced over giving me a look. I was sure the school geared many of the girls to be perfect wives with classes like home economics, women's health, social etiquette, fashion, modeling and the like but some of the girls had good head on their shoulders and wanted more then to be perfect house wives.

“I am single myself so god no. I am not about to start hunting you girls down with a tranquilizer rifle and **** you into marriage. Enjoy your freedom while you have it I say cutie.” I looked over at her and gave her a wink and she gave a little laugh in response. Her cheeks flushed slightly at the compliment, and she ducked her head, trying to hide her smile.

I saw a group of girls by the fountains giggling as I approached. They huddled closer together as we neared, whispering and stealing glances in our direction. One girl stood out from the rest, her platinum blonde hair cascading in waves past her shoulders. Her blue eyes sparkled with mischief as she watched us approach. The top two buttons of her blouse were undone, revealing a hint of cleavage and a delicate silver necklace. Her skirt rode up slightly as she shifted her weight, showing off long, tanned legs. When she caught me looking, she flashed a playful smile and blew a quick kiss. Her friends erupted in giggles, nudging each other and stealing glances back at me.

“Morning ladies.” I nodded as we passed making them giggle more and squeal.

“Girls.” Cassie rolled her eyes as we walked past and gave me a look.

“Here we are.” She said stopping in front of a door. I smiled as I saw my name on the name plate of the door. I frowned when I saw the card scanner and set the box I had in my hands up my arm and removed the ID card and slid it down into the card reader and heard the familiar click. I pushed it open and glanced inside. I stepped in feeling the tile flooring become soft carpet. Before I could find a light switch the lights turned on by themselves meaning there must be a motion sensor somewhere in here.

The room was bigger then I had expected. A small lounge area with couches were by the door along with a coffee table for sitting and talking with students so they could feel comfortable and relaxed. A few fake potter plants sat on the side table and the coffee table. Empty book shelves lined one wall waiting to be filled and decorated.

I saw a sleek, mahogany L-shaped desk in the back of the room with one side against the wall while the other faced the room with a high-backed leather executive chair behind it. A large flat-screen computer monitor and a compact laser printer set on one side of the L-shaped desk, turned toward the chair but positioned so I wouldn't have to look over the monitor if someone entered. A modern, adjustable desk lamp sat to the other side. A few metal desk organizers sat empty, ready to hold pens and other office supplies. Two tall, matching filing cabinets stood off to the side.

“Home sweet home.” I mused to myself as I walked over and sat the box down on the desk. Cassie followed after me and handed me the other and I sat it down as well.

“Thank you Cassie.” I smiled as I pulled off my bags setting my satchel on the by my desk on the floor and set my medical bag in chair then rolled my shoulders feeling the weight lifted from them.

“Do you need help with anything else Mister Chase?” Cassie smiled as she put her hands behind her back and rocked causing her breasts to stick out and wobble slightly. Her uniform shirt pulled taut across her chest with the movement and pulled at the buttons exposing small glimpses of her cleavage. The fabric stretched so tightly I could see the outline of her white bra beneath.

“You are not trying to butter me up for a good evaluations are you Cassie?” I teased as I gave her a look.

“What no. I just want to help.” She shook her head as she blushed cutely.

“I wouldn't want to overdo it and take advantage of your generosity on my first day.” I shook my head at her as I took off my jacket and hung it from the back of my chair having worked up a little bit of a sweat carrying the boxes in.

“I don't mind. I can help organize your files if you like or show you around the school.” She smile as she walked over putting her hands on the desk as she leaned forward causing her bosom to shift and tug against her brassier in her blouse.