The School Grounds

[Miss_Vivi]

The school secretary Miss Fiala was prepared for such students, walk-ins mostly, and those who had been sent here by the various denizens of the city.

She smiled brightly at the girl.

"Hello! Welcome to the School! I have several items for you, here are your admissions questions, make sure you are aware of the rules and layout, and let us know if you'll be needing a dorm."

Fiala handed over the documents and returned to her work, the phones were ringing off the hook tonight!

 

[Britwitch]

In the Science room...

"For an English teacher... you seem to have a knack for making one unable to speak."

The smile that curved her lips was nothing short of wicked.

"Must be quite the knack indeed to render one as verbally gifted as you silent..."

Lips fluttered over stomach, curving a little more at the tension beneath the skin. Fingertips parted the shirt, peeling it back to expose his torso more fully, before trailing over the flesh now on display, tickling slightly when they reached his sides, just above his waist.
Cheek and nose nuzzled slightly, rubbing back and forth against the firmness beneath the fabric, all the while ensuring wide eyes were fastened on his face.

She could feel fingers in her hair, just there. Just holding. Somehow, only just, she managed to surpress a sigh at imagining those fingers doing other things.

All in good time, she reminded herself.

Another wicked smile and fingers both drew across his stomach to the centre and then moved downwards. Towards fastenings and a zip.
“I wonder what else I might have a knack for…”
The room was silent, but for steady breathing and the rustlings of fabric.

 

[saysalice]

Alice swallowed and took the papers with a nod, still smiling, answering automatically, "Thanksverymuch." Glad to have these rote responses at her disposal. They served her well enough in her current tongue-tied state, but later she might have to come up with something more substantial.

She sat down in the reception area and reviewed the rules and the layout of the floors, then scanned the list of questions, chewing her lower lip. Perhaps she should have expected this - most schools had some sort of entrance exam, in her experience...but she hadn't prepared for this, she hadn't had time to consider what sort of answers they might be looking for. She supposed she would have to answer honestly. Why did the thought make her so nervous?

She dug into her purse and pulled out a blue pen.

1. What brings you to the School?

I've been referred to this establishment by one of your staff members, with a recomendation for ... She hesitated, but then made herself write the word: correction.

2. Are you known to have disciplinary issues?

Her pen hovered over the page as she thought about her answer.

I have been known to exhibit "bratty" behavior on occasion, but this typically manifests in much more familiar surroundings. Have had issues in the past with a distinct lack of patience, pride, jealousy, impulse control and attention-seeking behaviors - however, in a new and formal environment such as this, you can be assured of my respectful attitude and cooperation in working with your staff and the other students.

3. What do you seek to gain from your time as a student?

Alice's mouth twisted in a crooked little smile and she tapped the end of the pen against her lips, thinking.

I am open to learning, I am open to growth, I am open to introspection. I'd be interested in an assessment of my particular weaknesses and recommendations for my improvement.

4. Are there any particular classes you are interested in?

My knowledge of your curriculum is limited. I will defer to your judgement as to what classes may best suit my particular needs.

5. Do you know any of the staff? And are you interested in having any of them mentor you?

She paused again, and her lips thinned out into a tense, humorless line.

I know of your staff, by reputation. I can't honestly say that I know any of them personally, but the professor who has recommended my admission seems to think he knows something about me.

She re-read the answer - did it come across as impertinent? She almost drew a line through it...then let it stand.

As such, I would be interested in working with him, to better understand why he believes I ought to attend here, but I will trust your judgement in placing me with a suitable mentor.


In addition to her answers, she wrote:

Should you consider any of my responses to be ambiguous or incomplete, please don't hesitate to ask for further clarification.

At this time, should my application be approved, I would like to attend on a trial basis. After an initial round of lessons, and based on the recommendations of your staff, I will certainly consider whether I will need to apply for accommodations in the dorm.

Thank you for your consideration.

Her fingers were damp as she crossed the room and passed her application to the receptionist. She was surprised to feel a blush warming her cheeks as she took her seat again, and waited.

 

[Scuttle Buttin']

In the Science room...

"For an English teacher... you seem to have a knack for making one unable to speak."

The smile that curved her lips was nothing short of wicked.

"Must be quite the knack indeed to render one as verbally gifted as you silent..."

Lips fluttered over stomach, curving a little more at the tension beneath the skin. Fingertips parted the shirt, peeling it back to expose his torso more fully, before trailing over the flesh now on display, tickling slightly when they reached his sides, just above his waist.
Cheek and nose nuzzled slightly, rubbing back and forth against the firmness beneath the fabric, all the while ensuring wide eyes were fastened on his face.

She could feel fingers in her hair, just there. Just holding. Somehow, only just, she managed to surpress a sigh at imagining those fingers doing other things.

All in good time, she reminded herself.

Another wicked smile and fingers both drew across his stomach to the centre and then moved downwards. Towards fastenings and a zip.
“I wonder what else I might have a knack for…”
The room was silent, but for steady breathing and the rustlings of fabric.

A chuckle rose in his throat, and then was quickly swallowed back down at soft lips met freshly exposed skin. A room that had been quite comfortable before her arrival suddenly felt cold compared to the heat in his skin.

That was why he shivered when she nudged against him through the layers of fabric that all too suddenly felt as a trap to break free from... right?

No.

No, in fact it was the stirring against her, the growing hardness, the touch against that which she had awaken, brought to life.

Somewhere above her, a low and satisfied growl slipped out of separated lips when her fingers moved to the front of his trousers, began opening them. It had begun as a night of preparation for the upcoming term, finishing up grades from the previous one, and all told a rather uneventful and boring evening alone. It was ending quite differently than expected, the lovely teacher kneeling before him, and the bubbling up of rather unlovely thoughts that it caused.

Button.

He grew harder, even without the further aid of her touch his arousal was obvious through the trousers. His shirt hung open, the tie loosened, untied, and looped uselessly around his neck, bared chest rising and falling in a steady, slightly quickened motion.

Zip.

The fingers in her hair, almost involuntarily, tightened their grip. He didn't take control of her movements, not yet, but he knew his stronger grasp would be unmistakable to her.

He wanted, intensely, to claim her mouth.

He wanted, fiercely, for her to consume him.

"I think you may be able to take more than my words..."

A hint of a grin played on his lips.

"Show me."

Eyes narrowed, head tipped forward, his gaze on her didn't waiver.

 

[Miss_Vivi]

Miss Fiala for her part never read the admissions letter from the students. She just accepted them and pressed the button informing the Headmistress that they were in.

Vivi got the text on her phone and smiled.

"A new student. How nice."

The school counselor just smiled that smile of relaxation and wrapped herself a little tighter around Vivi.

For her part, the Headmistress, texted Fiala back to let her know that she'd welcome the student as soon as she got in the next day, before she was completely distracted by red nails and even redder lips.

The secretary looked up at Alice and smiled.

"Miss Alice? The Headmistress will be in touch, with you shortly. You're welcome to stay here for the evening or find other quarters."

 

[saysalice]

At the sound of her name, Alice straightened up, almost up onto her heels and out of the chair. She nodded attentively at the receptionist, then gathered her purse, walking to the desk again to scribble a number on a scrap of paper.

"Thank you. I'll - I won't stay here. She can reach me at this number if she has any questions, or - to let me know. Thanks again."

She called up the elevator, and on the ride down felt at once as if she could breathe again, as if she'd been holding her breath from the moment she stepped onto the floor. Alice crossed her eyes at her own reflection and muttered to herself, exasperated, "For Pete's sake, that was just the receptionist!"

Back at home, she changed into casual cothes and kept busy enough to convince herself that she was not - certainly not - waiting around, listening for the phone.

 

[Miss_Vivi]

Meanwhile in the Head Mistresse's Office

Sigh

Such a long morning already, and she was so sore and already tired. But she raised her voice in thanks for the inventor and creator of loose jersey skirts and sweaters. Staring down at the list of paperwork, the eraser of her pencil tapping out a cadence against the paper while the phone rang in her ear.

It went to message.

"Hi Alice, It's Vi at the school. Congratulations on you acceptance! Your mentor is Mr. Scuttle please seek him out individually for an introduction to the school. After a review of your previous schools, I'd also like for you to stop in and check with our school counselor, Ms. Indigo concerning any needs you might have while you stay here.

Feel free to stop by the office and check in!"

She hung up and stood.

Ouch, dammit.

The veritably talented counselor had seen fit to it that her thighs were quite...well, there was a reason she wasn't wearing anything tight today. Healing required loose clothing and copious amounts of tea, with coconut milk and just a touch of sugar.

Another wince as she prepared another pot of tea. While that heated up, she stepped out into the hallway, and down to the empty office down the hall. She affixed the sign that had rested nearby and smiled at her own reflection in the shiny metal.

Mr. FD, Dean of Studies

And then she giggled as she padded back to her office and rooms, to retrieve the tea.

Sitting once more, she gathered up some new paperwork and pulled her laptop actually on her lap, wincing again.

That woman would pay.

Vi's fingers danced over the keyboard.

Dear Hastobedone,

Welcome to the school! I was happy to see your application in the mail and look forward to meeting you in the school. I see you have been having problems at your various schools, something of which will not be tolerated here.

Your mentor for your stay here is Ms. Witch, she is expecting to hear from you once you get settled into the school.

I also expect a check in from you as well, concerning your time here. Considering your background, very little will be tolerated from your behavior. I do however, look forward to see how you progress here.

Welcome to the school!

Sincerely yours,
Miss Vivi

She pressed send and set the laptop away from her, wincing.

A shower. Yes. A shower. And then a nap.
Because. Pain.
Oi.

 

[hastobedone]

The building was larger than he was expecting. It dwarfed its neighbours by quite a margin and James was getting a painful crick in his neck looking up at the top floors which were occupied by the school.

Weirdest looking school I've ever seen he thought to himself. Shrugging to himself, he walked in through the main entrance and approached the lifts at the opposite end of the hall. The sound of his smart dress shoes crossing the floor echoed throughout. First impressions counted for everything he thought so he had made a special effort that morning to appear smart. He didn't want to mess up the chance he had been given.

Entering the lift, James pressed the button which would take him up to the floors used by the school. The doors closed and the lift glided silently up. From his bag James pulled the email he had received from the headmistress just to double check the names of those he needed to meet. Ms. Witch and the headmistress herself. He looked up from the letter as the lift binged and the doors slide open revealing the brightly lit reception.

Stepping forward, James approached the desk and spoke to the receptionist sat behind.

"Hi there. I've been told to come here and talk to a..." Shit, he had forgotten it already, "A Ms. Witch. I was wondering whether you could point me in the right direction." He asked using his most charming smile to cover his slip up.

 

[saysalice]

Alice frowned slightly and played the message back again. So they'd done some looking into her background. On reflection, it shouldn't have come as a surprise - a school like this would want to know something about prospective students before accepting them...but - a counselor? Were they concerned? Should she be?

But they'd accepted her application. She wasn't sure exactly how she felt about it. This was one of a few times in her life where she'd pursued something, believing she wanted it, but then while waiting for an answer, had almost secretly hoped that it wouldn't happen.

That was just silly, though - that was just nerves. She went through her wardrobe, trying to decide what would be appropriate for her first real visit to the school. She hadn't seen anything about a dress code, but decided to play it safe: grey pencil skirt, black fitted blouse, stockings, low heels - she tended to get clumsy when she was nervous. She kept her makeup light and put her dark brown hair up in a high ponytail, off her face. Nothing to hide, right?

If she remembered her at all, the receptionist might have noticed a subtle change in Alice's gait as she stepped off the elevator this second time. Minutely more confident, less cringing - she knew she was at least entitled to be here, this time, even if she still felt a little lost.

She smiled at Miss Fiala as she approached the desk, "Me, again. I've had a message from the Headmistress - I've been accepted, I guess."

After a glance around the reception area and a brief polite smile at another student who was patiently waiting, Alice cleared her throat and continued, more quietly, "I've been advised to see Mr. Scuttle or...Ms. Indigo, if either of them might be available."

 

[Scuttle Buttin']

He was in the classroom, a nearly-finished cup of tea by his side as he flipped through a book, searching... searching.

A meteor shower was coming, sometime in the next week, and he thought he might take advantage of the roof and have a viewing party. But, in order to do so he needed the date, and for some reason he was having trouble pulling it out of his head. So, a search commenced. Next up, of course, was checking weather reports, because it turned out clouds made for terrible viewing of meteor showers.

But first, the date....

Buzz!

Annoyed at being pulled away, he lifted the phone off the table and checked his messages with a swipe of his thumb. And then a grin spread slowly across his lips.

The meteor shower could wait.

Closing the book, he stood and walked to the coat rack, pulling his jacket on and buttoning it once. The ever-present cane dangled from a hook next to where the jacket had been, and after a moment taken to adjust his cuffs, he lifted it off the hook as well.

The rest of his tea was swallowed quickly, and he left the room, closing the door behind him.

The elevator ride down was short, and the doors opened to reveal him leaning against the back wall, one leg crossed in front of the other. He was in no hurry as he made his way down the hallway to the reception area, content to let her wait until he'd come to collect her.

Click.... click.... click....

The sound of him arrived well before he did, the tip of the cane tapping it's way down the hall.

"Miss Fiala," he said as he entered the area, ignoring the students seated there for the moment. He was there for one, of course, and assumed the other was being taken care of. A folder was handed over, and with his back to the waiting Alice he opened them, taking a few moments to skim her answers and what of her background had been looked into. Satisfied, he nodded and looked up with a smile. "Thank you, Miss Fiala. I'll take it from here."

Turning on his heel, he looked at her for the first time, eyes traveling down then back up her form. Dressed nicely, a point in her favor. He nodded, once, and began to leave the area, speaking only as he was passing her.

"Follow me, miss."

 

[saysalice]

She perched on the edge of a chair and waited, knees pressed together, too rattled to make small talk with the other student. Maybe the hour was too late, maybe there wouldn't be anyone available to see her, today...maybe they'd send her home again. She wasn't sure what she wanted, anymore.

It was several seconds before she registered the sound, and it was a sound she didn't recognize. Not heels - the rhythm was off - but a steady clicking in the hall, an approaching sound. Someone was coming.

A gentleman in a well-tailored suit came into view and walked straight to the desk, not looking at her, not looking for her. Alice stiffened uncertainly as she watched Miss Fiala pass him a folder, and she glanced at the other student, looking for any sign of recognition, but his face was as blank as she felt hers must be. This might be anyone.

The gentleman turned at last and looked directly at her, and Alice swallowed, feeling pinned to the spot by his gaze as she stared back warily. Should she stand up? Introduce herself? She took in his cane with a sidelong glance - the source of the sound, she guessed - who used a cane like that, anymore?

Then he was walking away, and she felt herself beginning to relax - not for her, then - until his voice came absently over his shoulder, instructing her to follow. She scrambled to her feet, dropping her purse and spilling its contents, swearing under her breath as she crammed fistfuls of cosmetics, receipts and loose change back into the pocket and hurried to catch up, looking back once at Miss Fiala and offering a breathless, "Thank you!"

 

[Britwitch]

The elevator was slow in coming but she waited calmly. Stepping inside and pressing the button for the entrance level. She turned to the mirrored wall and glanced over her appearance. Smoothing the skirt that made the most of her narrow waist and the rounded hips below, leaning closer to wipe an tiny smudge of chalk from her cheek. The buttons of the close fitting top were all open, causing the ruffles down either side of the opening to frame the cleavage that was revealed between them. Her long brown waves and curls were pinned up and back from her face. The odd tendril hanging down the back of her neck, a shorter section falling into her face and over her eyes on occasion.

Her heels clacked down the corridor with a brisk rhythm and carried her into the entrance hall. Hips swayed as she approached the desk and noticed the Science teacher leaving with a slightly harried looking student in tow. A slight smile curved her lips before she asked the secretary for the paperwork she believed was waiting for her.

"Thanks, Miss Fi. " There was a friendly smile and wink for the young woman behind the counter before the offered folder wass taken and opened, eyes glancing over the papers within, checking all the necessaries were included before she turned and offered the student a bright smile.

"I think you must be waiting for me." A hand was extended. Blue eyes noting his smart appearance, chin having to tilt to allow eyes to examine his face. "I'm Miss Witch, I believe I'll be your tutor during your time here." Her tone was bright and light. Nothing intimidating or overly officious.

"If you'd like to follow me, we can get started right away." She liked her students to feel comfortable. Comfortable enough to be themselves around her. Only by being themselves, by letting her see the people inside, could she held them become the people they really could be.

Tightly tailored skirt clinging shamelessly to her figure, she turned on her heel and set off down the corridor. She didn't check to see if he followed. She knew he would be following closely behind her. They usually did when she wore that skirt.

 

[Scuttle Buttin']

He heard the tumble and clatter, the frantic scooping, and he shook his head, half-turning on his heel to wait for her. When she came around the corner, another slight shake of his head was given and he turned away from her, making his way back down the hallway.

Click.... click.... click....

Continued in The Science Department

 

[hastobedone]

He had sat there patiently waiting and had seen a pretty young lady come and go with a man, presumably her new tutor, who was dressed smartly and had used a can. He thought to himself, Who on Earth uses a cane nowadays except geriatrics? But he just shocked his head and reminded himself that the wasn't there to ask questions, just to try and better himself. So he sat there in the reception area and listened to the harsh clacking of the cane recede into the distance.

Not long after it had ceased, it was replaced by another sound. Not clacking this time but clicking. More regular and akin to heels walking purposefully along a newly polished floor. And heels it was, he saw, as an attractive woman rounded the corner and appraoched the receptionist who handed her a file. Well if this was going to be his tutor, then it was a vast improvement over what he had just witnessed a few minutes earlier.

She turned round, a few soft curls falling across her forehead and addressed him directly.

"I think you must be waiting for me."" He hadn't been nervous before. He had looked up at the imposing building, watched the cane man come and go all with mild amusement but now that the woman, who introduced herself as Ms. Witch, had confirmed his suspicions to him, he was being to feel that cold sweat you get. His mouth had dried up instantly and all he could manage in response was a dumb nod. He thought she may have extended a hand for me to shake but he wasn't sure, it was a bit....Well, he was shaking so much.

"If you'd like to follow me, we can get started right away."

She walked off back down the corridor from where she had appeared. Not once did she look behind her to check that he was following. But he was. How could he not. The sway of her hips, accented by her shapely skirt was almost hypnotic and he had almost forgotten his bag in the hurry to follow her. Just please don't turn around and find me staring at your ass. He prayed to which ever Gods were listening and tried, in vein, the rest of the walk not to look, but found that his eyes would involuntarily drop every few seconds. Damn it. He thought. He wasn't here to perv over the teachers. He was here to become a better person and it was with this thought in his mind that he followed her down the long corridor.

 

[Britwitch]

The slightly awkward smile, the slight tremor in the hand that shook hers, it made her own smile wider the more she thought about it.

Reaching the elevator, she pressed the bottom to take them upstairs and to their destination...the English Department.

 

[MTPersson]

A Speculative Email

TJ lay on her bed, a cigarette in one hand, her tablet in the other. Thick blackout blinds stopped the mid-morning light breaking in and giving her hangover an excuse to kick her to the floor. She had spent the previous day drinking in practically ever bar and club in town after finishing her meeting with the headmaster. She had been expelled.

So here she was, smoking in her bra and panties, her chestnut brown hair a tussled mess, searching the internet for a new school to enrol in. She had ruled several out simply because they had affiliations with an organised religion, not because she had anything against religion, just because she didn't think they could handle her. She was about to give up for the morning and have another joint when she came across a pop-up ad:

"Miss ViVi's School for Difficult Girls and Boys"​

Now that sounded like the sort of place she would fit in well at. TJ clicked on the link and had a quick look around at the scant material offered. Luckily, there was a contact address for enquiries. She smirked to herself. 'This should be a laugh' she thought. 'Send off a email and get a tour see what sort of hell hole this place is.'

Dear Sir/Madam,

She knew damn well it would be a madam but put sir anyway.

I have recently moved to the area and am writing to you to enquire after the possibility of having a tour of your institution. I would like to see whether the ethos is in line with my educational needs.

TJ laughed. She had always been good at writing letters as if she was a stuck up ponce.

Yours expectantly,
Tamsin J. Walker

She closed down her email program and took another drag on her cigarette. Before too long, she had fallen asleep again and was dead to the world.

 

[Firmhanded_Daddy]

The sound of his footfalls pressing against the hall way echoed against the walls. It was quiet today which for the moment suited him. He needed a few moments to get some things in order.

As he walked the halls he took note of the various classrooms. The reason the halls were so quiet is the students and the faculty were all currently engaged. He stopped to look through the window of the Science department door, then he paused in front of the English department and lingered for a moment. He couldn't help but admire the instructor.

Then he walked on until he found the Headmistress' door. He contemplated talking with her but it was not time for that yet. So instead he walked on toward the door that led to his office. He took a moment to look at the lettering on the front door.

FD, Dean of Studies.

He couldn't help but grin.

Reaching out to twist the knob the door yielded and he set eyes on his new office. Stepping in he pulled the door closed behind him. The room was sparsely decorated. He strode to the desk and set the hard shelled briefcase down on the smooth surface. His fingertips slid over the freshly stained wood as he contemplated the days to come.

Enough daydreaming, time to get to work.

Unbuttoning his jacket, he pulled it off his shoulders and settled it around the back of his chair. He worked his hands over to the briefcase and flicked the knobs of the combination lock until the latches flicked open. He pulled the small desk radio out and set it on the corner of the desk. He turned the knob and the music came to life. His feet instantly tapping to the beat as he continued to sort out the desk.

Satisfied that everything was in order enough for the moment he turned on the computer, set up his user name and password, then opened up his e-mail. His fingers flew over the keys, then he made sure to address the e-mail to all the current students, and faculty.

Hello everyone,

I just wanted to take this opportunity to introduce myself. My name is FD, and I am the Dean of Studies. My door is open if you need anything. Feel free to stop by.

I'm looking forward to a great semester.

Sincerely,
FD
Dean of Studies."

Then he just settled back into his chair, listening to the music, going through the mental checklist of what needed to be done.

 

[BeautifulDream]

The pen was firm between her teeth. A habit. The need to just nibble on things. It’s been something that just needed to be done for a while. The need to bite down. How it all started was a blur, but as long as she could remember she had a chewing habit. Pen caps, pencils, nails (luckily she broke that one), straws, whatever wouldn't poison her. It was part of the reason why she got her tongue pierced. Something to chew on, something to keep her occupied. Of course, it didn’t work as well as she had hoped, little plastic balls could only take so much pressure before they cracked. Which is why she recently switched to steel. Steel didn’t break.

Student Admissions…

What brings you to this school?

Hmm, what did bring her to this school? Was it because it was said to be an exceptional school? Heh. Yeah not really. More of the teachers were sexy as fuck and she had heard some amazing things about the headmistress. Can’t really say that. ‘I’m here because I want to get close to the hot headmistress.’ HA! That’ll get her in.

She brought the pen away from her lips, tapping it once against the paper before scribbling.

I am looking to better myself, this school seems to be the place where I can make that happen.

Yeah, that answer works.

Are you known to have disciplinary issues?

Well, that all depends on who’s definition of disciplinary issues we‘re talking about, now doesn’t it? To her, no she didn’t. She was a perfect little angel, at least in her own mind. Others would say different. ‘D has little respect for rules and regulations.' Meh, she wasn’t all that bad. Really… honestly!

Scribble. Acts before thinking type of girl. Which could lead to some troubles. So yes.

What do you seek to gain from your time as a student?

The ability to think before I act?

Are there any particular classes you are interested in?

The educational kind. DUH! She snorted quietly, trying to resist the urge to write it.

Unsure of what all classes you have to offer. Literature, if offered, will be great.

Last one, then she was done with the enrollment forms.

Do you know any of the staff? And are you interested in having any of them mentor you?

Yes, most actually. How is another story for another day. As far as mentoring? Possibly.

She signed Dream at the bottom of the form, sliding it across the desk to one Miss Fiala, the secretary, then with a grin she just turned on her heels and walked out.

 

[Faux_Pas]

That place she found forever ago has become a new favorite place.
The library. No one ever thinks much of the quiet bookworms.

If they bothered to peek at what she was reading...

The Claiming of Sleeping Beauty
The Story of O
The Siren
PLAY

And various others stacked upon the edge of the table she's claimed. Glasses on, red-painted nails tented before her, a book laying open between her arms... Lost in the world of her book. A shift in her seat and a smile on her lips, oblivious to the world around her.

A book is a happy place.
She would almost contemplate humming a certain TV show's theme- if it didn't seem so terribly inappropriate, considering the subject matter of her choices. How Mister Burton would react to any type of summary to these-

A tiny giggle leaks free at that thought, mumbling the catch phrase of the show.
"But you don't have to take my word for it..."

Books, books. Magical Books.
Time to refill the reading queue.

 

[Miss_Vivi]

PING!

It was seriously too early for this, seriously, but there went her phone alerting her to new admissions. She dragged her body from the bed, ignoring the sleeping form next to her.

The shower felt fucking delicious waking her up and washing away the night. Still sore, she opted for a simple black and white striped dress, pulling her errant tresses up into a ponytail.

The form was gone for her bed and she grinned to herself knowing that he had a big day too. She'd see him later.

To her emails!

Dear Sir/Madam,

I have recently moved to the area and am writing to you to enquire after the possibility of having a tour of your institution. I would like to see whether the ethos is in line with my educational needs.

Yours expectantly,
Tamsin J. Walker

Vivi smiled to herself, and hit the reply button

Dear Ms. Walker,

Please do come in for a tour or send in your admissions questions to be considered for enrollment. Looking forward to meeting with you.

Sincerely,
Miss Vivi

The other admissions, just made her giggle.

Student Admissions…
What brings you to this school?

I am looking to better myself, this school seems to be the place where I can make that happen.[/FONT]


Are you known to have disciplinary issues?

Acts before thinking type of girl. Which could lead to some troubles. So yes.

What do you seek to gain from your time as a student?

The ability to think before I act?

Are there any particular classes you are interested in?

Unsure of what all classes you have to offer. Literature, if offered, will be great.

Do you know any of the staff? And are you interested in having any of them mentor you?

Yes, most actually. How is another story for another day. As far as mentoring? Possibly.

Dream

Ms. Dream,

We'd be delighted to have you as a student. Please check in with Ms. Fiala when you are ready to be admitted and either myself, the school counselor or our Dean will see to your admittance.

Looking forward to seeing you!

Sincerely yours,
Miss Vivi

There. That ought to work.
She yawned.
Another nap.
Yes.

 

[MTPersson]

Arrival

TJ woke much later than she had expected. The sun was already down outside and the streets outside her studio flat were coming alive with the sounds of revelry. Rolling over onto her front, she reached out and checked her phone. There was one new e-mail to be read.

Dear Ms Walker,

Please do come in for a tour or send in your admissions questions to be considered for enrollment. Looking forward to meeting with you.

Sincerely,
Miss Vivi

TJ got up and stretched before giggling to herself, stripping off her clothes and running a shower. 'This is going to be fun' she thought.

*​

She stood outside the high rise building smoking her cigarette down to the filter before stubbing it out on the red-brick wall beside her and flicking it away. TJ took of her sunglasses and appraised the building across the street. She had dressed in what was smart attire for her. A simple, strapless black lace bustier, a high waisted faux-leather skirt with soft pleats and a cropped leather jacket. Her long legs were covered with suspender print tights and a pair of black platformed boots with spikes along the heels raised her a few additional inches off the ground.

TJ checked her purse to make sure she had the questionnaire the headmistress had requested and set of across the street and into the building, heels clicking on the pavement with each step she took. She entered the lift and pressed the button to the floor she knew the school was on. She hummed away with the Muzak being piped through the sound system, tapping her toe along with it patiently waiting for it to carry her up to the correct floor.

The doors slide quietly open and a bright reception area was revealed, an attractive woman sat behind a desk directly opposite was typing away on a keyboard. TJ strode purposefully across the polished floor and said,

"Hi, I'm TJ. I'm here for a tour."

 

[BeautifulDream]

She could have been good, but really where was the fun in that?

No, being good was just no fun. Which is why her time in this place of education should be quite interesting. So many new rules to learn, so many new rules to break. Oh goodie. She felt like a kid walking into a candy store as she passed through the doors. The little black skirt, which was far too short, flaring with each step. Dark brown ringlets bouncing and falling. Simple, little, grayish plaid heels with little bows on the toes clicking with each step. Would this violate dress code? Wait, was there even a dress code? That's probably something she should find out. Not that she intended to follow it, but it was always good to know.

She didn't bother acknowledging Miss Fiala as she passed. But, Miss Fiala's clearing of the throat brought her to a stop. "Yes?" she asked with a perked brow.

"Are you here for a tour?"

She just smiled, adjusting the little backpack on her shoulders. "No need for a tour, I can easily find my own way."

Miss Fiala seemed a little confused. Her eyes taking in Dream's outfit before landing back on her face. "Are you a student?"

Dream snorted, turning slightly to show the little pack. "What do you think? First day."

With that, she just simply turned and kept going, no need to explain herself any further. If the woman couldn't put two and two together well, that was her own problem. She had things to do. Things to learn.

But first, it was time she passed out the apples.

 

[Miss_Vivi]

Miss Fiala seemed positively harried today, eyeing Vivi with a certain amount of panic as Vivi emerged from her office to survey the school, and check in with new students.

It seemed there were two, TJ and Dream. Both with their own issues. TJ had returned from a tour, and was eyeing Vivi sullenly. Dream, it seemed had ideas about what trouble she could get into.

"TJ, I'd like to schedule a more in depth interview with you." Vivi called out to the young lady, "I'll be in touch."

"Dream. Stop right there, young lady and open your bag."

 

[BeautifulDream]

She wasn't really walking... it was more of a skip as she made her way down the halls. Eyes roaming the place, noting different things as she went. She didn't get very far.

"Dream. Stop right there, young lady and open your bag."

Her skips came to a scretching halt as she debated what to do. Eyes moving again to find an escape. Damn it Dream, day one and you're already in trouble with the headmistress. That's a new record!

Well.... fuck.

She turned on her heels slowly, a innocent smile on her face. Hand slowly rising to pull the pack from her shoulders. "Hello!" she said in almost too cheerful voice. "You must be the headmistress! I'm a little new here... and I've lost my way. Could you point me toward the restrooms?" That's right... act innocent.

 

[Miss_Vivi]

A perked brow and that incredulous look given to naughty girls who are acting innocent. She'd given that look often enough herself.

"Hello!" Cheerful much? Vivi nodded her head in greeting.

"You must be the headmistress! I'm a little new here... and I've lost my way. Could you point me toward the restrooms?"

Don't believe it for a second, sugar. Vivi almost laughed at her.

"Hand over the bag, Dream. Would hate to start your first day with a spanking wouldn't we?"

A perfectly manicured hand held out to receive said bag. One hand on her hip, her crop- instrument of torture and fear was in her office... damn. Oh well, perhaps she was scary enough without it.

Maybe.