Clio Introduces The Boys to School
Clio stood in front of her full-length mirror and fluffed her tumble of luscious black hair. She'd had the new hair girl put in some warm purple lowlights so that it all glowed in vibrant color. Gorgeous. Falling in soft waves over her shoulders, her hair framed her face and draped around her breasts, bringing attention to them.
Her royal blue dress was low cut and fit like a second skin. Plump, full breasts threatened to pop out at any moment. Luckily the clever construction of the dress would keep them perfectly contained. She turned slightly, the silky sheen of the dress catching the light and highlighting her curves. Her ass looked perfect in the dress: round and firm and high. She sighed,
damn but I look good.
Black, skinny high heels had her legs looking toned and ready to spread. She gave her hair another toss around her shoulders and inspected her makeup for flaws. Everything was perfect, as usual.
A young man stepped into view in the mirror behind her. "Why do you have to be the one to greet them? Dressed like that. I don't like it."
Irritated brown eyes met sulky green ones in the reflection. Drawing herself up on her heels she was an inch taller than the boy behind her. Holding his gaze she answered, "Number One: I dress how I like, never dare to tell me otherwise. Number Two: It's my job to meet the new ones. I'm headmistress of the fucking school. Number Three: If you're getting possessive, then it's time for you to go."
The pouting face became alarmed. "No, I'm sorry. Of course, it's your job. You look amazing and I'd never dream of trying to keep you to myself." He gave her neck a nuzzle. "I just want to please you," he whispered.
Her face neutral, Clio thought,
yes it's time for this puppy to go.
She couldn't allow one of her toys to become too attached. It wasn't a good idea even if she wanted to. Having lived 348 years, she'd learned the hard way that attachments were only painful.
Shrugging him off, she gave her hair one last shake, and without even a glance back at the longing on his face, strode out the door. She was one of five women who chose to live in the Manor. Her room was on the second floor with LiOnyx and Thara; only Matrons Leona and Fleur were on the third floor. While Clio had visions of earning a spot up there someday, not yet; not too soon. She wanted more time to play first.
Outside of the elaborate front doors, a doorman in a polished uniform handed her down the wide front steps and into the waiting hover transport. The sleek vehicle was a favorite of hers: flashy red and the newest design. Clio settled in the operator's seat, preferring to handle the transport herself rather than use a driver. Ever since Leona had rescued her from enforced slavery over three hundred years ago, she'd been firm about her independence. She also loved to go fast.
With a joyous laugh, she slammed the throttle and flew down the drive, only barely slowing before making the turn onto the street. She took the hover transport higher to accommodate her speed. She certainly didn't want to hurt anyone. Skimming the tops of the trees at the highest level she could go, she pushed the throttle all the way and flew to the river. The barge was just settling into the dock.
With a sigh, Clio slowed and carefully maneuvered the transport to land. The only problem with going fast was that it made the trip too short. When she had safely stopped in a reserved area, a security officer rushed over to give her a hand down. She gave him a warm smile and a pat on the cheek. His face was vaguely familiar and she idly wondered if she'd fucked him before he'd left the university.
She turned toward the barge and was met by yet another man in uniform. The Barge Master took her offered hand and brushed his lips over her knuckles. "Mistress Clio, always a pleasure to see you." His eyes sparkled with his appreciation.
"Barge Master Epperson, I assume your crossing was smooth?"
"Perfectly. Your new students await." He waved to the boys standing on the dock behind him.
Four boys of various heights stood silently waiting. Looking them over, Clio gave a small sigh of regret. She liked her boys on the smaller side and there was a delicious looking redhead in the group. But she'd had her wrist marks topped off last year and they still burned brightly. Someone else would get these fresh young things first, dammit.
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"Hello. I'm Mistress Clio, Head Mistress of the university. You four are the smallest class we've had in years, but this is to your advantage. Each one of you will have your classes streamlined and tailored just for your needs for your future. You'll have the best instructors in the world giving you their full attention." She gestured toward the transport. "Climb aboard. We'll be having lunch with Matron Leona, your official welcome into the university."
The boys did as instructed and moved towards the transport. An adorable blond cherub waited to be last. He held out his hand to her, flashing dimples so cute Clio was appalled to find herself feeling motherly toward him. She gave him a shrewd look and accepted his hand into the transport.
If the boys were surprised that she took the controls, none showed it. Clio took a more leisurely route back to the Manor, playing a bit of tour guide to let them see the city they'd live in for at least the next two years. She kept the conversation light and informal and soon they were at the Manor.
The waiting doorman assisted her down and she stood to the side as the boys disembarked. "This is Prime Manor." She waved to the large, pristine, three-story house behind her. "In the distance, you can see the university. You'll all have your own rooms there and your belongings are being delivered as we speak."
Taking the hand the doorman held out, she elegantly ascended the steps to the large double doors. The doorman released her and then opened both doors with a flourish, waving the boys inside. Clio gave him a light pat on the ass to show her appreciation for his flare and careful attendance. She might be a fierce feminist but she adored a man with impeccable manners. Stepping into the large, light-filled foyer, heels clicking on the pink veined marble floor, Clio led the boys inside.
Putting a little extra sway in her hips, she took them to the formal dining room. The room was way too large for the small group, but it was a tradition Matron Leona had started with the very first students. Blonde and cool Thara stood next to the table and gestured for the boys to take seats.
Clio introduced Thara as the Mistress of the Manor, the one who made sure everything about the Manor itself ran smoothly. Before she could start a conversation, the door opened behind them and LiOnyx assisted Matrons Leona and Fleur inside. Clio was happy to see the boys all spring to their feet in respect. It seemed this crop of boys had been taught manners—and it was nice to see for a change.
"This is LiOnyx: she is the assistant to the Matrons and will sometimes teach in the university." Clio introduced the dark exotic beauty that hovered over the older ladies. "And of course, Matron Leona and Matron Fleur without whom none of us would be here now." Her voice was soft and full of love and respect.
