Dot Lynch shook her head as she watched the student teacher assigned to her this semester attempt to keep the class in line as she led them in their calisthenics, the snickering and lack of effort most of the girls gave making the veteran teacher seethe from the back of the gym. They would never dare show her that lack of respect, Dot knew, but then again she had almost three decades experience in handling the little tramps where as the neophyte they had stuck her with was not much older than the class itself.
Melody Winkle was the skinny blonde student teacher's name, and Dot felt it was if the gods were trying to drive her mad in sending her these hopeless cases to shape into teachers. What made it worse were when these young women were the type that Dot Lynch loathed and lusted for, the preppy innocent types whose shit didn't stink and who probably spent their college days getting chased by the guys on the school's tennis team.
Melody Winkle certainly looked the type with her bubbly personality, flawless complexion and ultra trim figure that seemed devoid of muscle, although Dot noticed that Melody did have a nice pair of tits on her. The girl colored her hair as well, something that Dot loathed, although to be fair the kid seemed to just lighten it a few shades. Dot had keenly observed that the little strips of peach fuzz under Melody's arms were blonde although several shades darker that what was on her head.
Probably waxed her sex too, Dot figured, and that reluctance to embrace what made a woman a woman instead of a child was also something that irritated her about this generation. To be fair though, the idea of getting to push her fist inside of these debutante's bald pussies and making them howl did turn her on a whole lot.
As her intern took the herd out to the fresh air to walk the cinder track Dot stayed inside and went to the teacher's offices just outside the locker room. Melody had been given a little corner with a locker in Dot's office and as was her custom forced the kid's locker open to examine her things. Other people's privacy wasn't something Dot respected very much, and she proudly remembered finding a joint in an intern's belongings many years ago. That ended up with Dot pummeling the doper into semi-consciousness, but Dot didn't think that this Melody was the type.
Instead Dot looked over the kid's street clothes, making sure to put everything back in the exact spot they had been in. Melody had worn a light green short sleeved blouse and matching shorts to work, both sized medium, and when Dot brought the armhole of the blouse to her nose she grimaced when smelling some vile artificial floral scent instead of the aroma of a woman.
The crotch of shorts had the same scent, and although when Dot saw a slight discoloration in the crotch of the panties she had hope of something nice, but there was nothing remotely natural there. Dot nodded approvingly at Melody's brasierre, a modestly styled harness that was not padded with a tag that read 34B.
Dot looked at the cups and imagined the nicely shaped globes that filled them, wondering how firm they would be to hold and how delicious it would be to take the kid's nipples and pull on them while Melody cried out for mercy. It was then that Dot decided that she was not just going to let Melody skate through her training. Instead she would take her under her wing, knock the debutante out of her and break her without mercy. Melody might thank her someday.
***
As Dorothy Lynch pulled on her sports bra, an unnecessary accessory considering her build, she imagined how her protege Melody was getting ready for today. She suspected that the bubbly blonde was busy hosing herself down with all sorts of scents, coating her armpits with chemicals that masked the pheromones that attracted others more effectively than that artificial crap, and fussing to make her hair look just right.
Dot had no such concerns since her short cropped brunette hair was barely long enough to need a brush. The gym teacher was aware of what others said about her - that it looked like she cut her own hair - and they were right. Style had never mattered to Dot. Efficiency mattered, and time and money wasted on frivolous things served no purpose. Since this was as Saturday, Dot didn't wear the school mandated dark blue shirt and shorts but instead pulled out the uniform she used to wear, a drab khaki colored uniform that was the very same design, something the gym teacher approved off.
The baggy uniform top gave no hint as to what was underneath and the sleeves covered most of her biceps. This left only Dot's furry forearms exposed, muscular enough for one girl to have remarked years ago that she had arms like Popeye, a comment that did not offend her at all. She was proud of the condition of her nearly 50 year old body, unmarked by scars and tattoos and was not modest at all around those she wanted to let see her.
Below the waist Dot's shorts went down to just above her knees, and since she wore knee high athletic socks that meant only her kneecaps were exposed. In the khaki uniform she looked even more androgynous that in the current one, and she smiled at seeing herself in the old garb, thinking that with a pith helmet she might look like she was on safari, which was true in a sense because she was on the hunt. The prize? Melody Winkle.
When Dot had her conference with the intern at the end of the day Friday she had expressed her concern over the way Melody had handled the class in her absence and as was her nature the older woman pulled no punches in her assessment.
"Watching you lead the girls in calisthenics," Dot had told Melody in her office, "I couldn't tell the teacher from the students. All this chit chat you engaged in distracts the students from their objectives."
"I try to encourage them," Melody said.
"I assume this is the new age way of instructing. Trying to get the girls to be your friend," Dot scoffed. "It's nonsense. You are not their friend. You are their teacher and mentor. It's not the teacher's role to know which of these young ladies is going to the prom with who. Building friendships with students is not only improper but can be dangerous."
"We're only given 45 minutes 3 days a week," Dot had continued in a softer voice. "Less than 2 hours a week when you subtract the changing and such to try and instill some fitness into them. Look how soft many of them are. A lot more so these days, and it's because they are sitting at a computer all the time instead of hiking, and eating garbage instead of natural foods."
"I guess you're right."
"And as for you, while you appear to be in decent shape you seemed to be more out of breath than the class was when you led them outside," Dot had observed. "That cannot be. You need to be the role model. I know someone spoke of you being a tennis player but what sort of athletic background do you have Melody?"
"Um, besides being on the tennis team I ran cross country in high school," Melody revealed, and Dot couldn't mask her wince when the girl noted, "I was a cheerleader back then too if that counts."
"Not with me," Dot mumbled under her breath, the idea of this blonde bimbo kneeling on her pom poms behind the gym to perform fellatio on some jock making her stomach turn
"What I would like to do is workout with you, on our own time of course," Dot proposed. "Perhaps Saturday, so I can appraise your physicality properly. Nothing too grueling, just a couple of hours or so."
Dot enjoyed the expression on the girl's face when she mentioned the part about 2 hours, but to Melody's credit she nodded agreement and simply asked what time to be there.
"I know you might find this odd, that I take this all so seriously, but it's my job to make sure I don't let woman who aren't up to the job go any further. It would be very hypocritical to complain about the state of teaching and then just kick the can down the road," Dot told the girl, who then put her back on her heels with a parting comment.
"I understand Ms. Lynch," Melody said. "When I told one of my professors that I had been assigned here she told me that she had been trained here as well a while back. Ms. Dodge? She said you might remember her."
"Kate Dodge?" Dot asked in as normal a voice as she could manage.
"Yes ma'am. Ms. Dodge told me that if I was lucky I would get assigned to you because you were the best and helped made her the woman she is today," Melody explained. "She said something like "that Dottie is cruel but fair. Sorry. She was kidding I guess."
The blonde cringed at her mentor's reaction to her calling her what precious few ever did but Dot ignored it and asked Melody how her old pupil was these days.
"Great. In fact she just got married."
"That so?" Dot asked as her blood pressure rose.
"Yes. Her wife works for NASA," Melody chirped as she left, allowing Dot to let out a sigh of relief over her disciple's life direction.
****
When Dorothy Lynch got to the virtually deserted school campus she saw Melody standing back near the track, kicking idly at the gravel, and when Dot saw what she was wearing she cursed under her breath while stifling a smile.
"If you're teasing me..." Dot grumbled as she looked at the blonde who was clad in a very brief pair of red shorts and a baggy basketball uniform, and as Dot approached she saw that Melody wasn't wearing anything underneath it.
"I wasn't sure what I was supposed to wear," Melody shrugged when she saw her mentor's raised eyebrow.
"Fortunately no one should be around to see you," Dot replied as she looked at the girl's unsupported breasts wiggling around underneath the number 23 on the red and white jersey, seeming to be larger than Dot had assumed. "Wouldn't do for people to see a teacher dressed like this."
"I brought that," Melody said of the sweatshirt resting on a bench. "It's just that it's so warm already."
"That's fine. How about we jog a little first?" Dot suggested, and as they began to slowly trot around the 1/4 mile track the teacher noted the long and lean limbs on the girl, befitting the cross country runner she once was.
The two jogged in silence until they were a little more than halfway around, at which point Dot said, "When we get to the starting line, let's do a real 440 if you're loosened up enough."
"Okay," Melody said, and Dot hoped that she was thinking she would have no problem leaving her mentor in the dust, but the older woman had no intention of letting that happen because nobody ever beat her at anything she put her mind too.
Dot knew that maybe she couldn't beat the kid at a long distance, which was why she suggested the quarter mile, and when they got to the start the girl got the jump on her with Melody's long legs eating up the ground as they made the first turn. Dot liked the view from where she was a couple yards behind the girl, Melody's little ass wiggling and her lithe legs displaying a little muscle, and as the sun shown on them from behind the almost invisible golden down on the backs of the kid's slender thighs sparkled.
As they reached the turn to head for the finish line, Dot went into another gear, making up the lead Melody had on her quickly and came alongside of her protege, who seemed startled to see her there, but as she tried to go faster Dot blew right past her and won by several yards. Dot stood with her hands on her hips as Melody caught up to her after the finish line and bent over while putting her hands on her knees.
"Thought I had you there," Melody panted while giving Dot a look look down the front of her jersey at the eggplant sized breasts hanging down.
"We'll go again when you catch your breath," Dot snickered.
