The Teaching Assistant
Claire was determined to make a success of her new career.
The morning of her first day she dressed carefully: she wanted to appear smart without being dowdy, attractive without being tarty. Claire was rightly proud of her outstanding figure, her long legs and pretty face with its lovely green eyes and glorious auburn hair but she knew that it was important to appear professional rather than simply stunningly gorgeous.
It was important she left a good impression with everyone she met. She settled for a fitted white blouse and charcoal skirt that reached to just above her knees and that respectively flaunted her formidable bust and fine tight bottom in an understated and subtle way. She also needed to be practical but the lowest shoes she had were three inch black open-toed heels which showed off her long elegant legs beautifully. She deliberated for a while but plumped for them as her most pragmatic option.
She checked she had everything, kissed her boyfriend Danny goodbye and set off for her new place of work: The Fannerly Batter School for Difficult & Febrile Boys.
She had managed to land a job at FBS after she had lost her previous role in disastrous fashion. She had been a saleswoman for Funky Lady, a home lingerie and sex toys brand, for just a few weeks when she was caught having anal sex with one of her clients, or at least technically so.
In fact all she’d been actually doing was allowing him to try out a new lubricant before committing to its purchase. The fact that she happened to have used her bottom as the method of trial was entirely besides the point. It wasn’t real sex as such. Just a demonstration.
In fact it was the second time she had visited Mr. Phillips, a portly middle-aged gentleman who had wanted a large and varied order. The first time she had visited his house she had actually been expecting his wife, a lady whom she’d met at a lingerie party just a few days earlier. However, for some reason she hadn’t been in so he had asked Claire to demonstrate some of the products so he could buy some presents for his wife.
She had been a little reluctant to model lingerie for him but had eventually succumbed with the prospect of a lucrative sale in mind. However, she had to admit, matters had escalated a little beyond her expectations when he had tried out various vibrators, creams and drops on her, eventually ending up ejaculating in her several times and in several ways. Anyway at the end of the session she’d had to rush off to avoid his wife discovering them and ruining the surprise gifts he was planning.
She had come back the next week to finalise the order and things had progressed remarkably similarly. Although to Claire’s mind they hadn’t really been having actual sex as such, he had already somehow contrived to come in both Claire’s mouth and vagina when a woman claiming to be his wife had come home from work early and discovered them just as he was shooting off up her butt. She hadn’t been amused.
In fact Claire had, rather humiliatingly, been thrown out of their house completely naked apart from her stockings and stilettos, despite her protestations of the innocence of her motives. She had managed to get help from a passer-by, a leering opportunistic taxi driver. Of course she hadn’t been able to pay the fare but, luckily for her, the driver had been willing to accept instead an easing of a problem she had caused him with her nudity i. e. a painful erection. And so she had managed to get home in return for a quick blowjob while he had groped her large, creamy and lightly freckled tits.
Rather confusingly, the woman who had thrown her out wasn’t the Mrs. Phillips whom Claire had originally met and she hadn’t been able to work out why a completely different woman had been so upset about what she’d been doing with Mr. Phillips. In any case, whoever she was, once she’d complained to the Funky Lady regional management, Claire had been summarily dismissed.
Miraculously she’d managed to keep all of this from her boyfriend. He was always telling her that she was too gullible and needed to be protected so there was no way Claire wanted him to find out that she’d been sacked (she’d said she’d resigned because she wasn’t enjoying the work), that she’d been demonstrating sex products to a potential customer by allowing him to use them on her or that she’d had to suck off a random cab driver to get home. He really wouldn’t have understood and would probably have got a bit upset.
All in all, she wanted to put the whole disagreeable episode behind her.
Which was why today was such an important day to her. Rather remarkably she had been offered a role as a teaching assistant to the Head of Biology at Fannerly Batter, Mr. Forsythe, despite the fact she had absolutely no Biology qualifications whatsoever. In fact, Claire herself admitted, it would be fair to say her academic abilities had never been strong points in any respect: she had dropped out of school at the earliest opportunity. She liked to think she had a certain natural astuteness but she was hardly a profound thinker.
It just so happened that Mr. Forsythe was her neighbour and when she’d mentioned that she’d been looking for a job he’d immediately suggested working for her. When she’d admitted that she knew nothing about biology or any other science, he’d said that he was willing to be flexible and would take her on for a trial period as long as she worked hard to impress him.
Claire had been ecstatic but her boyfriend Danny had been more difficult to persuade. He felt that if Claire really wanted to work, she needed a job that protected her from the wider world and unscrupulous men in particular. On several occasions he had managed to narrowly avert some devious stranger taking advantage of her naivete to get her into bed or to at least persuade her to perform a gratuitous sexual act. He hated to think what would have happened if he hadn’t been there to save her.
However the fact that Mr. Forsythe was a well-spoken silver-haired gentleman nearing retirement and that he had been happily married for well over thirty years had persuaded Danny that Claire would be safe and, in any case, what harm could she possibly come to in a school? So, reluctantly, and with sworn promises that she would be careful with any man who asked her to do anything even remotely erotic or lascivious, Danny had finally supported Claire in her decision to go back to work.
Which was how Claire ended up in the school reception early on a Monday morning, as keen as mustard to start her new career.
As ever, Mr. Forsythe was pleased to see her. He grasped her hand in both of his in his characteristically friendly way, “Ah, Claire. Or should I say Ms. Bell! So nice to see you, my dear. May I say you look as divine as ever, like a flower amongst weeds. Welcome to FBS. Come with me and I’ll show you to our lab.”
She followed his gangly emaciated figure; he was wearing an old shabby grey suit, scuffed brown shoes and a lab coat.
The school was relatively quiet as the first children weren’t due for an hour or so. Mr Forsythe introduced her as his new teaching assistant to the other school staff she met. Everyone seemed extremely friendly, especially the male teachers.