All characters are 18 years or older.
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There had been many beautiful women through my office in the last four years, but I couldn't recall this girl's equal. She wore almost no make-up and she didn't need any; her skin was near translucent. She was, maybe, five feet, nine inches tall, and weighed about 120 pounds. Her breasts were nice B's and they fit her slender build perfectly. Slim shoulders and hips, flat belly, and firm small butt cheeks. She spent time in the gym. Her light brown/dark blonde hair ran down past her shoulder blades and her eyes were a fascinating blue/green in color. Her facial features gave her a sweet, almost innocent, look. She had graduated from college three years before and had earned high marks as a teacher at a difficult East Coast high school. That summer we had several openings at Maria Iren Fornes High and hers was one of the hundreds of applications we received.
On the screen before me were the results of her psychological profile. She had done well in the areas of obvious interest: she was bright, industrious, flexible, and open to new experiences. She also did well in other areas, areas most people wouldn't think interested me. She was attracted to danger, was a caretaker, loved sex, and had a submissive side.
She was acing the interview. She displayed a sound understanding of academic theory and a far better than average grasp, after only three years in the classroom, about how theory all too often failed to dovetail with the real world. Most of all, however, I was struck by her positive upbeat optimistic attitude, which was reflected in a dazzling ready smile.
I had been concerned when I started this experiment that we'd have trouble finding teachers interested in what had the reputation as a dangerous inner-city high school, but applications flooded in. Nina, like so many young idealistic teachers around the country, was fascinated by the progress we had made at Fornes, turning an underperforming gang-dominated high school into a first rate institution in less than five years.
Chenetrea, the office intern, knocked on the door. "Ms. Olga," she said, and held up a pot of hot tea. I nodded and she re-filled Nina's cup. It was a special blend. It promoted those tendencies I mentioned a minute ago, the ones the applicants did not know I was looking for.
We watched Chenetrea leave. She was a beautiful young woman. Dark brown in color, she kept her hair cut short and had the long lean build of the champion middle-distance runner she was. She had graduated from Fornes two years before and was attending college on an athletic scholarship. Her dream was to return here as a teacher. Chenatrea was wearing tight jeans, a tank top, and three inch wedge sandals. Nina, on the other hand, was dressed conservatively, appropriate for a job interview. I had told her to dress fun, the school year had not yet started, but like most people looking for employment she was playing it safe. Of course, with her charms, she'd be eye-catching in any outfit.
I stood and took off my jacket, revealing a short form-fitting black dress showing a hint of cleavage. My nails were painted bright red. It was, I thought, a sexy but still classy look. I sat in the chair next to Nina and crossed my legs, emphasizing my killer gams, four inch stiletto heels, and the seam that ran down the back of my stockings. The contrast in our looks was noticeable. While I shared her fair skin, I am of Polish extraction with brown hair of medium length and brown eyes. My build and features were fuller and more feminine than Nina's; my curvy 34-24-36 body featured a full round pair of C breasts. I was gratified by the sparkle in Nina's eyes; she had noticed the school principal was uncommonly beautiful.
"Nina, we've rarely had an applicant who so perfectly fits what we are trying to do here. I think you're going to be exactly what we need."
She beamed; less than 1% of our applicants were offered jobs.
"Now, we need to begin the real interview process."
She was, understandably, confused. "What do you mean?"
"I'll explain on the way. Please come with me."
I saw the staff's envious looks as we left my office. These women remembered this day. They all wished they could be in Nina's place.
My red Mercedes Cabriolet was parked outside the front door. I opened the door for Nina and then walked around to the driver's side. Our destination was only five minutes away, but I wanted to delay our substantive discussion a few minutes.
"It's hard to miss your accent. Scandinavian?" I asked.
"My family is from Denmark," she replied. "We came to the United States when I was eleven. Most people guess Holland."
"If you don't mind my asking, you're such an attractive woman and you'd be making a big move. Would it be a problem for you?'
She got my meaning immediately. "Are you asking if I have a boyfriend? I do. This job is something I really want. He does not want me to leave; he has a nice job with his family business; he prefers to play it safe. If I get the job we decided to try dating long-distance for awhile."
Her voice displayed little confidence in that prospect or, I thought, little enthusiasm for him. That was all good. I pulled up to a small house near campus. It was nondescript; the kind of house you might drive by a hundred times and not notice.
While fishing out the key to the front gate, I said, "It took me only a couple of weeks as principal at Fornes to realize I had no power. The school was infested with gangs; the biggest and most powerful ran the school. It was also clear why the school board selected me as principal. The press had been bashing them about the fiasco at Fornes for years. They knew the public would give me, a photogenic young woman, a few years to try to fix it. The school board didn't think I'd make the school any better, but figured I'd take the heat off them for awhile.
"It was also clear that the theories about how to take a school back from a gang were useless; the gangs were stronger than anything I could throw at them and their leaders were smart, real smart.
"So I decided to try something radical. I asked the leader of the school's most powerful gang to my office and offered him a deal. If he gave me what I wanted, a disciplined atmosphere in which kids could learn, not only wouldn't I fight him for control of the school, I'd support him. In fact, I'd give him more control than he ever imagined including, as you are about to see, selection of teachers."
"What did he say?"
"He tried to play it cool. He said he'd think about it, but you could see he was confused. He thought I was conning him. I didn't hear anything for a few days and figured my effort had failed when one of his buddies came to my office and asked me to meet him here."
I inserted a key in the front door. It opened to a living room and kitchen. Despite a few decorative touches, the rooms were essentially Spartan, but spotless clean. Nina looked around.
"When I got here that day he was waiting for me. This place was also a pigsty. I'm still working with the guys on the ambience, but at my insistence, as you can see, they keep it clean.
