You've been a bad girl

You walk into the large, echoing marble foyer, staring at the wood panelled walls that surround you in your new opulent surroundings. St. Basil's is one of the leading private schools in Britain, nestled in a secluded part of Dumfriesshire, and ever since your parents ran into a bit of money, they had decided to give you the best schooling possible. Its prospectus promised ‘unparalleled academic successes, with engaging extracurriculars, and an undeniably stimulating after-school program,’ and though at the time it sounded a bit stuffy, you can’t deny that the place is a palace. Built in a renovated castle, there are plenty of places for a young girl to explore in here.

Not that you had done a lot of exploring at your last school. You had always been a little bit shy there, and although you were happy enough, your parents had obviously thought this was a more suitable place for you. You have to admit, going to a new school and meeting new friends would be quite exciting. But for the moment, you had yet to see anyone in this place. In fact, the only person you could see was a prim woman with horn-rimmed glasses sat at what must be the reception, oblivious to your existence.

You start to walk over to her, your tall heels clicking as you go. Reaching the desk, you gently announce yourself with a cough. The woman looks up, nonchalant, and starts to look back down, but does a double take. She stares at you for a bit before getting herself together and asking, ‘Name?’

‘Anna’ you say politely. She looks at you for a bit before a smile starts to break out.

‘Ah, you must be the new girl. I’ll just go get your file.’ She wonders off somewhere to get your papers together for induction, and you are left at the reception desk alone, looking at your reflection in the large mirror that sits behind the desk. In front of you is the reflection of a petite, dark brunette bombshell with huge come to bed eyes, and a perfect, fuck-me body. Everything about you just screams sex. It’s no surprise she had to look twice, although you’re modest, deep down you know how hot you are.

The recpetionist returns with a bunch of papers.I read your report. Your a very talented young woman. I expect you will enjoy it here at St. Basil’s. I certainly did.’

You face betrays your surprise. ‘Oh? You went here too?’ you ask, wondering how old the woman must be.

‘Oh yes, not so long ago.’ She holds a smirk on her face. ‘I think you will like it here.’ Passing you a key, she carries on: ‘You’re in Dorm Room 324, in the South Cloisters. I’m afraid you’ve missed dinner, so you will have to hold up until tomorrow. You’re bunking with a Miss Jess Williamson. She’ll show you the ropes.’