Chapter 1
Aryn stood nervously by her station, waiting to be graded. She was about a third of the way through her course in cosmetology school and she was still unsure of herself. She'd taken a chance on moving to New York to pursue a career in the beauty field, to attend one of the finest schools. She had always had fantasies of being backstage at fashion shows, doing hair and makeup for models. She enjoyed pampering and catering to people's needs, and couldn't imagine anything more exciting than being part of the elite, chic city people.
"Well, what is this....Ms. Aryn?" the voice of the teacher's aide brought her from her thoughts. It was Tia, the teacher's aide. Uh-oh, Aryn thought. She had been slightly frightened of Tia from the first day she'd started. She had a cool, icy demeanor and was not easily impressed. Even now, her arctic green eyes studied her sharply as she took in the handiwork before her.
Aryn felt like a mouse next to Tia, with her exotic, stunning features. She was tall, about 5'9 with long black hair that fell to her waist in tight spirals. Her skin was shockingly pale against it, with rosy full lips, an oval face and a slightly sharp chin and nose. Her skin was unblemished and she looked younger than her 26 years. She had a muscular, athletic build, with full hips and a decent sized chest. Aryn could definitely appreciate, and envy, her natural beauty.
By comparison, Aryn was about 5'2, and somewhat full figured. She had large breasts, and a round butt that most men appreciated. She had shoulder length red hair, blue eyes, and girlish freckles that dotted her cheeks and nose. It had taken her 22 years to grow into her body, and she felt comfortable in her own skin, confident with her curves, but if Aryn was considered pretty, then Tia was a walking centerfold. She felt there was no comparison.
However, today, she saw a slight hint of approval in the beauty's eyes as she examined Aryn's work. She was proud of the elaborate updo she'd constructed on the mannequin, imagining the whole time she was working on a red carpet look for the likes of Jennifer Aniston or Kate Beckinsale.
"Take a photo for your portfolio, and move on to your next assignment," was all she said before moving away. Aryn felt relieved that she hadn't had to endure any sharp criticisms that Tia could dole out so quickly. As she started back on her work, a few minutes later, she could hear Tia's voice growing louder as a poor girl was berated, and shuddered, glad it wasn't her.
Over the next few weeks, Aryn found herself watching Tia more and more often. She had been interested in a few girls before, in high school, but it had waned quickly. The girls had been too fickle, too shy, wanting nothing more than another girl to experiment with. They were okay with kissing and touching to impress drunken guys, but the moment someone mentioned oral sex or anything further, the disgust was obvious. No, Aryn didn't have time for silly games, and went back to men, who knew what they wanted. Her interest in women was still there, on the back burner, waiting for the right one. Tia was the current object of her fantasies, but she seemed unattainable. In a way, that was fine with Aryn. It gave her room to imagine what was hiding under the crisp black skirts and smart, buttoned up blouses that Tia wore each day.
Chapter 2
It was October, and this particular Saturday morning was proving to be a struggle for Aryn after the fun she'd had the night before. She'd gone out dancing with a couple of the other students and ended up having a few too many. It had been exactly the release she'd needed to let out some nervous energy and stress, but the after effects blew. Her head was pounding and she was having difficulty concentrating.
Aryn was in the store room tending to her cleaning task when she suddenly realized she was alone with Tia, who was a few steps away checking some inventory. A wave of nervousness hit her and she flushed with embarrassment, forcing back the vivid fantasies that filled her consciousness.
Her hands were shaking, and before she knew it, she'd knocked over a bottle of color. Terrified, she stood frozen in place as she watched the violet colored liquid spill onto the floor. She looked up to find Tia's stern gaze on her. Aryn quickly reached for some paper towels and began to clean up the mess, and was surprised when Tia reached down to help her.
Then the head teacher walked in.
"Tia! You've got to be more careful!" the lady barked at her, seeing the half-empty bottle that Tia was trying to help salvage. Aryn realized that Tia was being pegged as the culprit, but before she could say a word, the teacher continued.
"We can't afford any wasted supplies, and I count on you to help manage our resources. You're going to have to watch what you're doing if you hope to leave here and teach others, or heaven forbid, run your own establishment!" With that, that woman turned on her heel and disappeared.
Tia's face was bright red from anger, and she looked as though she'd been slapped. Clearly her perfect record had been soiled, and Aryn was to blame. Tia's fiery eyes were on her in a second, piercing and angry.
"Oh...gosh...I'm, oh, I'm sorry, I should have...said.." Aryn stammered through an apology, but it didn't seem as though she was being heard.
"Sorry? I come in here everyday, and I am precise as I can be, trying to do everything perfectly. I don't want to be seen as flawed, and now I'll be seen as the clumsy oaf who's wasting expensive products," Tia's tone of voice was almost hurt, not the shrill, angry tone she used to tell other students their faults.
"I'm going to take the rap for your mess, but you need to stay over tonight and clean the backroom so I can have a spectacular way to redeem myself," Tia informed her firmly. Aryn's heart sank, but she didn't want to challenge the woman by saying no. Tia would have the opportunity to make the rest of her education a living hell, and Aryn wanted to put this incident behind them as quickly as possible.
"I'll be happy to help you, Ma'am." her voice came out in a squeak.
Tia's eyes narrowed at her. "Good. Meet me back here at 6 pm tonight, and wear something you're not afraid to get dirty." She reached out and gave Aryn's cheek a hard pinch, and a devilish smile. "You can start by finishing this job," she told her pointedly, regarding the mess on the floor.
Aryn quickly turned her attention to the last traces of hair color on the floor. Tia stood above her, still working on the inventory. Aryn was down on her hands and knees, and she could see up Tia's skirt if she dared look. She tried not to, but snuck a peek or two. She could see the lacy tops of her black thigh high stocking, and the pale flesh of her skin, and she felt her own pussy grow slightly damp. Her face turned pink, as she hoped Tia hadn't noticed her subtle glances.
A little later, in the ladies room, Aryn locked herself in a stall and pulled down her pants slightly. Trying to be quiet, she began to stroke her wet pussy, imagining Tia's long legs, her sexy high heels, her bright green eyes, the curve of her chest. Even the stern way she'd looked at her and spoken to her excited her. Too bad, she thought, I got on her bad side. Then again, maybe her bad side is what I want. Aryn could imagine Tia in her bed, naked, flushed with passion as her lips moved over her body, savoring her taste.....
The bathroom door flung open suddenly as a few chatty girls entered. Taking in a sharp breath, Aryn quickly did up her pants, though her pussy was throbbing with the need to climax. Oh well, she'd do it at home, right before she came back to serve Tia tonight. Serve, she thought, that's the word. More than likely Tia would be having Aryn do all the work. Maybe she'd stand above her again, giving Aryn a view of her panty-clad pussy. Maybe, this time, there'd be no panties.....Aryn's face flushed again and she realized it was going to be a long day if her thoughts kept on like this.
Chapter 3
Tia met Aryn at the school's back door at six o' clock with a scowl on her face. "You're two minutes late," she informed Aryn. "You were told to be here at six."
Geez, this girl is anal, Aryn thought. Tia could sense her nonchalant attitude and seemed to grow angrier.
"And what is that you're wearing? You're supposed to be here to clean. You're going to get dirty," Tia continued, her voice rising into that sharp, shrill voice she used so often. Aryn glanced down, knowing she was still in her uniform.
