Go to the staff mixer

“Well” you think to yourself “I should get dressed and go to the staff mixer. I don’t want them to think I’m antisocial or stuck up.” The information that Mrs. Stevens had sent over stated that the mixer was semi formal so you head over to your trunk and look for a nice dress to wear.

You settle on a black cocktail dress that hugs your upper body and the skirt flares out at the waist and comes to just above the knee, cap sleeves, and a square neckline that shows off the top of your breasts. For your legs, a pair of black thigh high stockings, you never did like nylons, and pair of calf high black leather boots with three inch chunky heels. After running a curling iron through your hair you put on your wire frame glasses. “There” you say to your reflection, “sensible and sophisticated, this should make a good first impression”.

You make your way to the facility hall easily with the map and enter the lushly furnished building. The party had already started and several of the other teachers were mingling with each other. You can’t help but notice that while you may be the youngest teacher here all of those present would be considered milfs or cougars. Everyone is dressed in elegant cocktail and evening dresses; “Wow” you think, “I might be under dressed”. A few of the ladies notice you and nod in greeting and smile at you. Suddenly you hear someone call your name and turn to see your friend April headed your way in a clingy black dress that goes all the way to her ankles with a slit up the left side almost to her hip.

“Jane, hey girl congratulations you got the job.” She comes over and gives you a hug. “Mom told me some of the other ladies on the board were a little concerned about your age."

“Yeah” you reply, “if it wasn’t for your mom I don’t think they would’ve hired me.”

“What mom said was that your poise won them over in the end and that they saw that you were some one the girls here would really love.  She also said that she told you about the tradition of new teachers coaching one of the teams.  Any thoughts on which one you’ll pick?"

“Not really your mom mentioned the swim team, but she also said they were really wild, I’m not sure I could handle on a bunch of party crazed girls while in my first year teaching.  She said some of the other teachers might give me some insight on the other teams in need of a coach."

“Well” April says with a smile, “I used to be a cheerleader here and let me tell you those girls work their buts off.  I know a lot of the girls on the squads’ older sisters and I’m sure they’d love to have a coach closer to their own age to relate to, and there no where near as rowdy as the swim team.”

“But”, you say giving April a puzzled look, “I’ve never cheered before, how would I coach them?”

April smiles and puts a hand on your shoulder “These girls have been state champs four years running.  It’s the easiest open coaching job here; the girls could do their routines with their eyes closed, besides if you wanted either they or I could show you all the routines.  I just got appointed as a trustee so I could be around whenever you need a hand.  Think about it, in the meantime lets mingle and you can learn about some of the other coaching openings.”

As the two of you walk around April introduces you to several of the other teachers. Once again you are struck by how beautiful all the woman here are. You say something to April who laughs and replies “Yeah the teachers here have it made. There’s a spa on campus and you can use the gym whenever you have some free time it’s all state of the art. We wouldn’t want are teachers to look like old school marms, we are the most prestigious private girls school in the country after all”. Mrs. Stevens spots the two of you and waves you over. She is standing next to a young woman who looks to be about your age.

“Jane I’d like you to meet Taylor Kiss.  Taylor this is my daughter April and Jane Doe; she’s going to be the newest teacher this year.  Last year was Taylors’ first year here so I thought she could give Jane a new teachers’ perspective on the school and the open coaching spots”.

As you shake hands with Taylor she gives you a bright but shy smile that you can’t help but return.  Taylor has on a light green dress that shows off her fair complexion and blond hair nicely.  “Welcome to Cleopatra prep” she says with a southern accent “I’ll be glad to help you get acquainted with the place.  I know how hard it can be to find your way around at first”. 

“April”, Mrs. Stevens says, “why don’t we leave these two to talk, we can see about getting you a set of keys for the school”. As the two head off you and Taylor start to talk and compare notes. She went to college out west also and teaches social science here at Cleopatra prep. “So Taylor what team did you wind up coaching when you started?”

“I coach the soccer team” she replies, “I was on a scholarship in college.  One of the girls on my team graduated from here and thought I’d make a good teacher, plus she said they needed a new soccer coach and since I’d fit both spots she was pretty sure I’d be a shoe in”.

“So you still coach I thought it was only a one year thing for new teachers?”

“Oh, that isn’t necessarily how it works.  You can stay on if you want there are always openings coming up and they always find an opening for new teachers.  The girls on the team really wanted me to stay on as the coach, they were very persistent”.  As she says the last bit she blushes and looks down.  “Anyway, what teams have you considered?"

“Well”, you reply “Mrs. Stevens told me about the swim team, I was a pretty good swimmer in college and high school but they sound like a really rowdy bunch."

“They do have a reputation” Taylor replies with a smile.

“Then April was telling me about the cheerleading squad, but I don’t know the first thing about cheerleading myself”.

“They are extremely good.  Their last coach said she really only had to do the paper work and organizing the schedule the girls did the rest”.  You think it over and that matches what April told you.

“And I ran into a girl on the tennis team while I was looking for my apartment.  She seemed nice and said that they could use a coach and I wouldn’t have to teach them anything."

Rolling her eyes Taylor replies “Yeah all those girls get private lessons.  There a bunch of rich girls whose parents get them anything they want.  Their last coach quit because they wouldn’t listen to her instructions, she said the perks were great though.  The parents really pamper the team."

"What other teams are left?"

"Well the only other one I can think of is the volleyball team. The few of them that have taken my class have seemed nice enough, but a little intense. You see the volleyball program here is the most consistently successful team in the schools history. They're always in the hunt for the conference title, and more times than not they are competing in the state tournament so there's a lot of pressure on each year’s team to do well. I hear they get pretty crazy once in a while to blow off steam, but you don't hear too much about it unlike the swim team."

As the night goes on you meet some more of your fellow teachers and everyone seems nice and they all say how nice it is to see a fresh face on staff and how they hope you'll enjoy it here. When things begin to wind down you find April and Mrs. Stevens and thank them again for their help and tell them you hope you don't disappoint them.

"I'm sure you'll do fine Jane" Mrs. Stevens repleys. "By the way did you decide on what team you want to coach?"

"Well, April and Taylor gave me some more options to think about, can I sleep on it and call you with my decision in the morning?"

"Certainly dear. Tell me is April trying to get you to coach her old cheerleading squad?"

"So what if I want someone I like coaching my old team?" April replies giving her mom a playful nudge.

"Just be careful if you take that job you might wind up with her as an assistant coach weather you want it or not" Mrs. Stevens replies with a laugh, "April never could quite get cheering out of her system. Did you know she still has her old uniform?"

"Mom!!" April says as a blush creeps over her face. "Any way if you do enough fund raisers they let you keep it, it's not like I stole it."

You all share a laugh at this exchange and bid each other good night and you head back to your lovely new apartment. Once you get settled and change for bed you think about your options and resolve to make up your mind and call Mrs. Stevens first thing in the morning. With that you drift off to sleep.