Flirt With Cassie.

“The lovely Ms. Wilde. Lovely to see you again.” I said as I reached down and took her hand and lifted it to my lips and gave her a little wink as I kissed it softly. She smiled brighter and blushed a little as she let out a little giggle and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, her cheeks now a rosy pink.

“You too.” She said as blushed brightly. She rocked drawing the eye to her breasts as I already had to look down at her because of her short stature. Her uniform shirt strained slightly as she moved, accentuating her ample bosom.

“Who are your friends?” I said looking at the girl behind her. I looked at the other girl with her.

“Tiffany Lovelace. School class president.” The brunette said as she spoke with a certain sophistication as she held out her hand. The name Lovelace sounded familiar but I could not place where I had heard it but then the girls of the school came from wealthy families across the country. Her demeanor told me her family had to be from a very wealthy family and her voice carried a hint of a cultured accent, suggesting an upbringing in elite social circles.

“A pleasure Ms. Lovelace.” I said as I took her hand and gave it a kiss. She let out a soft little squeal of delight and her cheeks flushed slightly, betraying her composed exterior. . As I let go of her hand I turned to her blond friend. Her hand lingered in mine for a moment longer than necessary before she slowly withdrew it. “And you are dear?”

“Madison Winters sir.” The blonde said as she stepped forward and offered her hand. I recognized her last name immediately. Her father owned a chain of luxury hotels if he was who I thought he was. She bit her lip as I softly kissed hers almost breaking my hand as she gave it a firm squeeze as she blushed.

“A pleasure to meet ladies.” I nodded.

“You as well.” Ms. Winters smiled.

The intercom chimed playing the same tone as earlier and the soft female voice came over the intercom. “Second period classes will begin in one minute. Please get to your classrooms.” The voice cut out and a soft tone began again playing the same melody. The hallway outside suddenly filled with the sounds of hurried footsteps and muffled conversations as students rushed to their destinations. A few girls darted past the open doorway, their leather shoes squeaking slightly on the polished floor as they hurried to beat the bell.

“Okay ladies, find your seats.” Mrs. Gates said as she glanced up at the girls from the door. Mrs. Gates' voice carried a note of authority, causing the girls to quicken their pace towards their desks. They began to disperse and I put a hand on Cassie's shoulder stopping her.

“I believed you promised to assist me earlier Ms. Wilde.” I said as I gave her shoulder a squeeze. My hand lingered for a moment on the soft fabric of her blouse as her skin radiated a subtle warmth through the thin material.

“Okay. Let me put my book bag on my desk.” She smiled happily.

“Lucky.” I heard Tiffany tease in a soft voice as she looked at Cassie and the girls giggled. Cassie went over to the row and slung her bag off of her shoulders and set it down on the table. Of course she sat in the front row. I saw that Tiffany did so as well sitting on a seat on the end at the center aisle. Madison headed up and sat a few rows back and started talking to another girl and they both glanced at me as they leaned in whispering to one another.

“So what do I have to do?” Cassie asked as she came back.

“I need you to pass stuff out for me after the class starts.” I smiled. The last few stragglers came in after swiping their phones to clock in at the door and quickly found their seats and the bell chimed again marking the start of the period and Mrs Gates closed the door. The soft click of the closing door punctuated the sudden hush that fell over the room as Mrs. Gates walked to the front of the lecture area.

“Good morning class.” Mrs. Gates spoke in a clear voice so the girls in the back could hear.

"Good morning Mrs. Gates." They all said back. “Good morning Mrs. Gates.” They all said back as the girls sat up straighter in their seats, their shoulders squared and chins lifted to attention. The response was automatic and sounded practiced from years of routine and discipline.

“Before we begin I like to remind you all that we as the mentors to this years freshmen class will be giving tours our newest freshmen sisters this afternoon and showing them around the campus. please make them feel welcomed just as you were three years ago when you were freshmen when you were new to the school and some of you new to the city. We are still looking for more mentors to act as big sisters to the girls if you are interested.” Mrs. Gates smiled as she looked out over the class.

“But I am sure most of you are wondering about the man in the room behind me and not listening to a word I am saying.” Mrs. Gates said and glanced back at me.

I smiled and stepped forward. “Hello class. My name is Mister Chase.”

“Hello Mister Chase.” The girls said in unison. A few giving me doe eyes as they leaned forward in their seats. I felt like I was being stalked from the shadows as the girls looked at me.

“Okay just the sopranos.” I joked making the girls laugh to try and lighten the mood. ”I am your appraiser. It is my job to help those of you who want to go to college get into one that will be a good fit while I will be helping the others find husbands that your fathers will accept and that you will not come to distaste one the romance wears off.” I smiled.

“Before I answer questions I have a questioner I need to hand out. This ask about your medical history and I ask that you please fill it out and return it to Miss Gates or Nurse Hart in the nurses office as I do not currently have office hours this being my first day.” I said as I went and grabbed a stack of papers and handed them to Cassie who was patiently waiting. She took them and then headed to the long rows of tables where the girls set moving from one table to another.

“Please read it over and answer everything. If you do not know your parents should know the answers. I will need a list of allergies, previous surgeries, dental history, medications including any birth-control you might be taking, Immunizations, contact info for any doctors you have gone to in the last year and more.”

A hand went up in the back and I say is was the goth girl.

“Yes.” I pointed.

“Do piercings count?” She joked with a sly smile playing across her full lips. Several of her class mates laughed. I was sure she had several I could not see.”

“Yes. You will find that on page three along with any medical implants, subdermal implants, or metallic objects. Or you can include them in the section on freckles, tattoos, scars, birthmarks, branding, beauty marks, and other identifying marks that are unique to you. Please be sure to include them all. I can print you another page if needed if you run out of room. It's important to be thorough and honest in your responses.” I grinned at her seeing her flip to the page to look it over and then give me a playful smirk.

Cassie came back with a few pages she had no handed out.

“Thank you Ms. Wilde. Now if you would I have medical swabs. Ms. Wilde will be handing out for me. You will need to put them in your mouth and rub them against you cheek to get them nice and wet with your saliva to give a sample of your DNA. This will allow for testing to see any genetic predispositions to certain cancers, heart disease, diabetes, and other inheritable conditions that may require preventive care or monitoring. Just because you have them does not mean you will show symptoms now. It could be years or decades down the road be it will show areas I need to check. My job is to make sure you are healthy. Plus we can see where your ancestry is from.”

I smiled and hand Cassie a large handful of the testing kits and she passed them out and then I told her she could take her seat.

“Mrs. Gates would you like to show them how since you have seen it before? It never hurts to know what genes you passed on to your kids. I had my own done when I was in training.” I smiled as I offered her a one of the mouth swab kits.

“I suppose it couldn't hurt.” She nodded and took one of the kits. I instructed them on tearing open the kit and inserting the swabs in their open mouths and Mrs. Gates demonstrated as she tore open the kit at her desk. the class was filled with the sound of ripping paper as the rest joined in. Mrs. Gates held up the swab, opened her plump, luscious lips, inserted the swab and began to move it against her cheek.

The girls followed Mrs. Gates' actions as they parted their soft lips and the swabs disappeared into waiting open mouths across the classroom. Some eagerly pushed the swabs past glossy lip gloss, while others hesitated, their pink tongues visible as they slowly guided the sterile white sticks inside. The classroom fell silent, save for the soft, wet sounds of swabbing. A few girls' eyes darted around, watching their classmates' technique.

Cassie's full, glossy lips parted sensually as she inserted the swab, her cheeks bulging slightly as she moved it against the soft inner lining. Her lips closing briefly before opening again as she shifted to the other side of her mouth as if trying to get every drop of saliva onto the stick. A large dimple appeared in her cheek as she pressed the swab more firmly.

Tiffany's lips pursed around the stick as if sucking on a lollipop as she moved her hand back and forth working from the top of her cheek to the bottom. Her eyes fluttered closed, lost in the sensation as she worked the swab thoroughly. She tilted her head slightly, allowing better access to the upper part of her cheek. Her perfectly manicured pink nails contrasted against the stark white of the swab as she maneuvered it with precision.

Madison's plump lips remained slightly parted as she maneuvered the swab, her tongue occasionally visible as she guided it to different areas of her mouth. Saliva glistened on her lower lip as she continued, her tongue darting out occasionally to guide the swab. Her eyes remained half-lidded, gaze unfocused as she concentrated on the sensations in her mouth.

I noticed the goth girl in the back as her dark lipstick left a faint smudge on the swab's handle. She saw me looking with her green eyes and As she maintained eye contact as she slowly stuck out her tongue and trace it along the swab and then flicked it at the tip suggestively, wrapping around the tip in a slow teasing manner.

Her sister beside her gave her a little push as she tried not to laugh. She rolled her eyes at her sibling's antics and went back to focusing instead on her own swab. Her movements were more methodical, almost mechanical as she followed the instructions though she blushed as she saw me looking.

I looked at my watch. “Time.” The girls pulled the swabs from their mouths. As they did, I couldn’t help but admire the way their lips glistened, a hint of moisture left behind as they parted. Saliva pooled around the cotton tips, turning them from pristine white to a glistening wet sheen.

"Please open the containers and insert them inside, close them tight and write your name on the label. Ensure the cap is securely fastened to prevent any leakage or contamination. Write your name clearly and legibly on the label." I said looking over as Mrs. Gates demonstrated.

I saw a hand go up in front out of the corner of my eye, and looked to see it was Tiffany.

“Yes Mrs. Lovelace.” I nodded.

“Do you want me to collect them for you?” She said volunteering. She seemed a little over eager to please and take command. Cassie did stuff because she was asked while Tiffany was eager to help it was because she probably had a need for approval.

“If you wouldn't mind. You can set them on top of my cart when you have them all.” I nodded.

“So lets begin with questions not that that is out of the way.” I looked around. Madison's hand went up.

“Yes Ms. Winters.” I pointed.

“When can we expect the results back?” She smiled as she twirled the tube between her fingers while waiting for Tiffany to reach her row.

“A few weeks I hope. I am doing this now to beat the rush other schools might start this testing as well. I can not say when though as there are two hundred and twelve seniors I believe.” I said trying to remember the exact number if anyone had even told me. Once I get the seniors back we might start doing this test on the under class men as well just to get a jump on next years.” I smiled. It wasn't required by law but the school I went to taught it and I saw the benefits of it as did the school board when I proposed it. “Please ask all the questions you like.” I smiled knowing that was opening Pandora's box.

I look up to see the goth girls hand went up.

“Yes.”

“Will we be graded on our kissing skills.” She teased as as she leaned forward on her hand. I could tell she was trying to rattle me and throw me off my game. Personally I didn't mind a girl who was a bit challenging.

“I'll tell you what. You get the board to approve that and come up with a grading system on how to grade kisses and I will think about it.” I remarked.

“I will hold you to that.” She smiled slyly and leaned back in her seat. The girls making a little Ooh sound. While most girls that dressed like her wore the quit type she seemed to be a bit of the class clown. She would be a hard one to find a match for that could handle her.

“Alright lets get back on topic ladies.” Mrs. Gates spoke up from her desk as she sat watching the class.

I glanced over as I heard a beep at the door and Mrs. Hart slipped in.

“Mrs. Hart. Glad you could join us. We just reached the Q and A.” I smiled. I was curious about Bethany, the student who had come into the office, but now was not the time to ask. She gave a little smile and walked over.

The question continued with many of them a repeat of the ones asked before. Girl after girl raising there hands. Strangely they seemed less apprehensive then the first class but I was sure they had talked to their friends between classes and word about me was starting to spread through the halls. Madison raised her hand.

“Yes Ms. Winters?” I pointed and nodded to her.

“How do you feel about leasing?” She asked as she played with a pen in her hands, twirling it between her fingers.

“I can assure you none of you will be leased. The school would never agree to such a marriage contract as I think neither would your fathers given most of your prestigious upbringings.” I shook my head. Leasing a woman out was essentially legal but not necessarily ethical. The highest level was a short termed marriage contract for a set number of years with an option to renew.

“I don't know. I wouldn't mind an out in a few years.” The goth girl up top said.

“Yes but unless you have children then you will still be the property of your father to resale later if he wished so. I think you can do better for you then being some playboy's rental.” I shook my head at her. I really couldn't tell if that was her view point or she was playing devils advocate. I had to admit of all the girls I had meet so far her interview would be the most interesting.

“Now that we have that out of the way. Shall we begin? We will be demonstrating a basic exam and I will need someone who does not mind stripping down to their underwear to come down. I will be describing the procedure and Mrs. Hart will be conducting the exam this class. We will also not be able to take some of the basics such as weight and height nor do a urine screening which will be done later. Nor will I be doing body scans today. We will be skipping the more invasive parts of the exam which are the breasts, vaginal, and anal exam to test for cancer, STD's, and other issues which will also be done later by Mrs. Hart or myself. You will not be penalized if you choose Mrs. Hart but you may not receive any bonus however if Mrs. Hart finds something I may have to step in to confirm and preform followups.” I said sounding like a TV sells man rattling off side effects may cause.

“I can assure you Mister Chase is very knowledgeable ladies and I have seen him diagnose an issue quickly and professionally.” Mrs. Gates spoke up offering a kind word. “So any volunteers?” Several hands went up across the class.

Who would you like mister Chase to have more time with?