Friday morning 11:00 AM...
"So, this is Whorton-Dickster."
Piper Cherry, formerly Liberty, arrived at Nashville's academic center quite a few minutes earlier than her scheduled interview with Principal Carl Manley. She wanted to see what she was getting into firsthand, this being her first real job outside of being an Atlanta Falcon's cheerleader, as well as being married to their once star player Davon Liberty.
Money was never the issue, even her family was filthy rich, her father being Senator Lane Cherry, her mother coming from an even wealthier sector amongst Georgia's elite. Spoiled rotten her entire life Piper was used to getting her way in anything she opted to do in life. Now that her ex-husband had run her name through the wringer she chose to move away and start her life from scratch.
Trying her best to stay under the radar was important to her, yet she knew there was no possible way to conceal her identity long term. While her family quieted the news and masked her as much as they could, there would be zero chances of not being recognized at some point. After all, she did have a calendar picture in Sports Illustrated. At this point Piper really didn't care anymore. All she knew was one thing, she was never going to be some perfect angel ever again. Long live the new Piper Cherry. Sexxxxxxxy!
Entering the school's parking lot, she found a nice spot under a shade tree. Considering it was 93 degrees out she was thankful of it. Engine off she sat there primping her albeit bleach blonde mane wanting to make her appearance stunning, as if she needed to touch up anywhere, she was stripper gorgeous 24/7. A final grip on her steering wheel with both hands to boost her confidence she let out a defining exhale, "I have this."
Stepping from her SUV in six-inch heels that highlighted her long golden legs clear up to her exceptionally short white skirt, Piper stood tall and confident. The dress was lacey everywhere, the skirt fanning out and hardly clingy to her hips, too much technically in a dress code world. Almost see through in much of the dress under the brightness of the sun, she knew indoors it would be less revealing but still over the top. Her dark tan at the mercy of lace it was impossible to hide much. With a camisole style to her dress the spaghetti thin straps on her shoulders offered a massive open cleavage, her 38D swell erupting to the point of toppling out but held tightly to her by a thin bow string keeping it together. Each step she took her breasts were mounding upward for a pleasant jiggle. No bra did that. The lace thicker over the nipples was all that prevented their peekaboob state.
The back of the dress revealed a wide-open panorama from shoulders to waist, dipping very near her butt crack. It left a bit to the imagination but lent itself more toward fantasy to those looking at her from behind. A thin white G-string covered what was deemed necessary, if not her cheeks, however even that was see through lace. Oh, Piper was so into taking chances. Confidence leaning on the fact that she knew very well no man could resist her even when going over the top. Her Bachelor's degree in Counselling was as far as her education reached but she hoped her looks would carry her across the threshold. It was time to find out.
Her tiny purse draped over her shoulder by a chain she locked up her Ford Edge and winged it concerning the way inside the building. There were students sitting outside the school lined up on the front steps so it must have been lunch for them. Surely, it was. That or they were boldly skipping class and rubbing it in toward the faculty. Once one of the students saw Piper on her way toward them it became evident, they were already fantasizing. Guys were standing up and watching her as she got closer. Girls with them just dropped their jaws in awe of her dress.
In reaching them Piper stopped long enough to watch a boy flick a cigarette butt out into the grass just beyond the sidewalk he was standing on. Scowling Piper took a look at the discarded butt and dared to traipse out into the grass to retrieve it. Bending over with her back facing them she grinned while teetering in her heels. Uncaring of her attire Piper's skirt rode up easily and revealed her nearly bare ass with her G-string band lost in paradise, her clam was certainly winking behind its pirate's patch. Arrrrgggh, Maties!
"HOLY SHIT!" Was the universal response to seeing her expose her ass to them. In her mind it was no different than they seeing her in a skimpy bikini bottom. Standing up her skirt slipped back into place, guys were already saddened. Returning to the boy that sent his cigarette flying she poised it in front of him.
"Is that any way to pinch a butt?" They were all hissing over her unexpected comeback, "Whoa!" was the laughing consensus of her risquΓ© comment, considering she had just showed them hers. "Surely, there's a far better place to put this out." She then proceeded to turn him around then tuck the butt into the young man's rear pants pocket. "There! That's much better."
"You have a beautiful ass." He grew cocky, "I would never put that butt out."
"Smoookkkkkin'!" Jested another boy, "I bet I'd smoke an entire pack after I got done with you." He had his own cigarette dangling between the lips of his James Dean good looks.
"Just one pack? Sweetie, you had better bring the entire carton." The girls were getting uptight that their obvious boyfriends were so entranced by Piper. Who was this Ho?
"I can do that." He chuckled.
"Better get a job Dirk, you bummed that cigarette off of me." Laughed the first boy. "You here to pick up your son?"
"Son? Does this body look like I have kids?' She fluttered her fingers over her curves.
"I'm free on Friday, I can call you Mommy." He chuckled.
"Hmmm! Better change your own diaper, Baby Boy. Momma's not going near that..." She decides it safer to cut herself off before getting too outspoken sexually. She knew it was wrong to act this way, but she also didn't really care what people thought of her, she was already an outcast thanks to her ex-Davon Liberty. What's another scandal, right? "Can one of you nice thugs direct me to the principal's office? I'm certain you know exactly where it is."
"Sure! It's right in here." The second boy unzipped his pants, revealing pubes, but withheld pulling anything out.
"REALLY, DIRK?" His girl stood up and grabbed Piper by her wrist, "Follow me, I'll take you to see Carl." The girl was short and scrappy that was easy enough to tell, short brown hair and glasses gave her a geeky appearance, yet her tight jeans said, "Look at me." Behind them they heard Dirk zip back up and bitch about getting his pubic hair stuck in his zipper. "Serves him right. I really should dump that asshole."
"Why? He seems like a good boy." Piper giggled, the girl in turn rolled her eyes.
"You Carl's family?"
"Not yet! I hope to be family to the faculty here once he interviews me."
"Interviews you? For what? Lunch lady?"
"Well, I am delicious, aren't I?"
"Wow!" The girl stops after leading her to the front doors and releases her wrist, "Yeah, I'd eat you up."
"I'll keep that in mind..." Piper fished for a name.
"Does it matter? You won't remember me the second you go inside."
"Try me."
"Megan."
"It's nice to meet you, Mickey." She winked.
"See? You didn't even make it inside before forgetting my name."
"You sound as if your self-esteem is in need of a facelift."
"That's what my therapist tells me. Fuck him."
"Well, I'd probably forget his name too if you told me." She winked, "Megan."
"So why are you really here?" Megan gets Piper through the door by badging in through security and breaks the rules of letting anyone piggyback behind her.
"Counsellor position."
Megan pauses to study Piper's answer, "Really? Is that before or after the missionary position?"
"I prefer reverse cowboy. Psychologically speaking."
"Nice! Never tried that. Dirk only knows one way."
"Then, I'd say it's time to wave goodbye to Dick... I mean Dirk. You're right it's hard to keep these names straight."
"You're hilarious..." Now Megan was fishing for a name.
"Piper. Hopefully, Counsellor Cherry here in the next few hours."
"Welcome to Horton-Dumpster."
"That's cute. Almost as good as my Whorton-Dickster I said when I drove up."
"Yeah, this place is one big cum dumpster. Everyone is fucking everyone else. Even some of the teachers. You might just fit right in."
"That's what he says." Piper leans in playfully nudging Megan on the shoulder with her own, having to lean down to do it to compensate her taller stature. Six-inch heels made Piper tower over the girl. "So, why are you outside when the halls are empty? Skipping classes?"
"Something like that. Naaa! Actually, we have study hall this hour, so we just take it outside. Carl lets us use this time to go out and smoke."
"Wait! I thought Carl used to be a drill instructor. That hardly sounds like a dominant gene."
"He was. How did you know that?"
"I met his son Jesse; he delivered some coffee to me my first day in Nashville. Door dashing."
"Jesse is cute." Megan blushed a bit.
"I can set you two up."
"WHAT? WHY?" She panicked turning beet red. "Really?" Her tune changed quickly. "No way! Besides he's dating Tawny Martin. I am no way near as hot as Tawny. Cheerleader even!"
"Way! I can make anything happen. Just call me your Fairy GodSlut." A bell ringing distracts their brewing friendship. In seconds the halls filled with students.
"Wow! GodSlut! I can believe that. Ummm! I'd advise you to watch your step. The guys here get really handsy."
"They paw you up?"
"Well, not me. I'm gross to most of them."
"You are not gross Mickey... I mean Megan."
"Thanks, that's a Counsellor thing to say, even if GodSlut isn't. Carl's office is at the end of the hall, see the sign above the door saying Principal's office?"