Monday
I swallowed nervously as the woman at the reception desk asked me for my transfer form.
“It’s my first day here,” I said, handing it to her.
“Well...” said the woman, quickly glancing at the form, “Emily, welcome to Cherish All-Saints High School. I trust that you’ve read over and signed all of the rules and regulations?”
“Yes, ma’am,” I said, all smiles.
“Hmm, I don’t know about that,” said the woman, giving me a frown. “From where I’m standing, it looks like the skirt you’re wearing is about a centimeter too short, and it is strictly prohibited to let any of your stomach show, so that’s two violations already.”
“Oh? Gosh, I’m sorry,” I said. “Look, I just had my shirt tied up a bit because it’s a warm day. Watch. See? All rolled down now.”
“Hrmph,” said the woman, giving me a long, critical look. “I suppose you made an effort. And it’s your first day. I’ll give you a pass on the skirt for today, but be sure to wear a longer one tomorrow, young lady.”
“Thank you, I will,” I said, doing my best to look meek and humble.
“Okay, here’s your class schedule,” said the woman, handing me a piece of paper densely crammed with rows and columns of information. “And here’s a tardy slip so you don’t get in trouble with your teacher on your first day.”
“Thank you, ma’am. But may I ask a question?” I said.
“Yes?” said the woman.
“As you said, I don’t want to make any trouble on my first day. Therefore, do you think you could give me a slip or paper that will protect me in case someone else says I’m not dressed according to code?” I said, giving the woman my sweetest smile.
“Why... that is a good idea, young lady. With that kind of attitude, I think you will do quite well here at Cherish All-Saints,” said the woman, writing out something on a special pad of red notepaper.
“Everyone here is so nice,” I said, doing my best to be patient as I watched the woman write something on the note paper and then stamp it with three different stamps that she pulled out of a locked drawer.
“There you go,” said the woman, and I made a hasty retreat from the reception area as soon as I had the red permission slip in my hand. Glancing down, I saw that I had “complete immunity” from any and all dress code violations.
Grinning to myself, I quickly made a beeline to the nearest bathroom. Opening the door, I saw that I had the space completely to myself. I then chose the furthest stall, closing the door behind me as I unslung my bag. After hanging the bag on the hook at the back of the stall door, I rooted around until I found what I was looking for - a pair of thigh-high black stockings.
Quickly, I kicked off my shoes and rolled on the stockings, relishing at their silky firmness as they slid over my feet, up my calves, and then on to mid-thigh. I then straightened the delicate little black bow at the top of each stocking until everything was perfectly in position. I then returned my shirt to where it had been, revealing my lovely flat stomach that I had worked so hard to maintain.
I then exited the stall and spent several minutes making sure my hair and overall look were to my satisfaction, putting on my game face the moment that I stepped out of the bathroom.
Glancing down at my class schedule, I followed the numbers until I found room 514 where I was scheduled to take a biology class with one Professor Darius Preston. But long before the door to room 514 came into sight, I could hear a masculine voice speaking in great dramatic tones, and I scurried forward to discover the source of that deep, rich timbre.
I arrived and saw that the door to room 514 was open, and so I was spotted the moment that I crossed the threshold.
“Well, well, what do we have here?” said the professor, whom I could only take to be Darius Preston.
Whatever his name was, the man was simply gorgeous. Aged somewhere in his early 30s, the professor was dressed in an elegant charcoal suit, his flashing green eyes set off by an elegant pair of glasses. Whether it was the thick sheaf of hair, the way his body so nicely filled out his suit, or the way he started staring at me so intensely, I instantly felt a magnetic charge shoot through me.
“I just transferred here, and it says I’m in your class,” I barely managed to reply, a sudden weakness overtaking my knees.
“I see you have a red pass,” said the professor, and some of the kids in the back ahh-ed and ohh-ed in response. “May I see it?”
“Yes,” I said, feeling jittery as I handed it to him.
“Ahhh,” said the professor after carefully studying it for several long minutes. “I see.”
I just smiled in return, but I could not help but notice his eyes roving up and down all over my body, and that sent new shivers coursing through me.
“Very well, I am Professor Preston. Welcome to the class. Please, take a seat over there. Emily is it?” said the professor.
“Yes, that’s right,” I said as I took a seat, and that’s when I noticed that nearly everyone in the class was staring right at me, some with a look of shock on their faces, but some with a strange mixture of anger and excitement that I found to be quite interesting.
“All right, let’s continue where we left off,” said Professor Preston, and for the next twenty minutes, I got to sit there and watch him as he led a masterclass on whatever it was that he was teaching about biology. The truth was that I understood almost none of what he was saying, but I was falling into a lovely trance just by watching him do his teaching thing.
Every time that Professor Preston so much as glanced in my direction, I felt a bolt of energy zap down my spine, and I relished every single microsecond of his attention. Slowly, I came to detect a pattern in Professor Preston’s glances. First, his eyes would circle around near me for a few moments and then dart in for one hard look before spending the next few minutes completely avoiding me.
The fact that I knew that he was both looking at me and then telling himself not to look at me put a secret little grin on my face. That Professor Preston was clearly used to being the alpha stud teacher at this school, and he was used to every girl and half the boys swooning over him. But he had no idea what to do around a bad girl like me.
And I was loving every minute of it. Because I had big plans for Professor Preston.
Big plans...
