Katie Simmons had never thought much about Miss Kelly back in the days when she attended Calvin Coolidge Junior High. Rita Kelly had been her gym teacher and coach of the girl's volleyball team back in those days. Katie's memories of Miss Kelly's arduous practices were something she was anxious to forget. But that was ten years ago, and the pretty young blonde girl back then was now a gorgeous young blonde woman.
Her former coach, Rita Kelly had immensely enjoyed her career as a physical education instructor during those days in the early 1990's, but when word had leaked out regarding her domestic living arrangements with another woman, the school board in a precautionary move to forestall criticism from the conservative small town P.T.A. had bumped Rita up into the Administration building, where the powers that be felt she would no longer be in contact with the community's precious children.
Although the money was the same, Rita found the situation intolerable. She had only moved to Silver City for the rewards that only teaching and coaching could give her, and working as an administrative assistant just wasn't worth it. Within a year she had resigned her position and moved to the big city, taking a job with a sales firm. It was here where she once again came into contact with pretty little Katie Simmons.
Rita's social life had been hit and miss during those days. She had enjoyed numerous affairs with other woman, but none of them had worked out to her expectations. Now she was single again, making good money and living in a beautiful bayside apartment. At age 35, she was still fit and trim, very attractive with her brunette hair cut short and stylish. But she was also very lonely.
Unbeknownst to her, her former student, Katie Simmons, was also living in the city, having just moved there after flunking out of State University after only one year. Katie was a party girl, and the discipline needed to make it in a college environment eluded her. But even though she didn't have an education or money, Katie was blessed with a gorgeous face and a beautiful body to match. And so the pretty blonde had no trouble finding a job as a model/escort at the high class Regency agency catering to the city's elite. In fact, it was her first day on the job, a hot Friday night in July, when she received her first assignment, to go to the upscale flat of an R. Kelly, in the exclusive bayside district.
Katie arrived, dressed in a tight white mini-dress that showed off both her gorgeous curves and long, slender legs. She glanced at her image in the hall mirror before knocking on the door. There was no doubt about it, she looked hot! She was only 20-years old, however, and very nervous about her chosen line of work. Although the agency assured her that they only dealt with the highest class of clientele, she knew that sex was often expected in these encounters, and she wasn't at all certain she could deliver.
Imagine her surprise when the door was opened by an attractive brunette dressed in dark slacks and a white dress shirt. It took another second before she realized exactly who the attractive brunette was.
"Oh my God!" she whispered. "Miss Kelly, is that you?"
Rita Kelly stared at the gorgeous blonde standing at her door, and was equally surprised when she saw who it was.
"Katie?" she quietly asked. "Katie Simmons?"
Both women continued to stare at one another, and then they mutually broke out in laughter.
"Come in, come in," Rita finally said. "I can't believe that's you!"
"Me neither," responded Katie. "I was expecting some middle-aged guy to answer the door, and here instead I see my former volleyball coach! How incredibly funny!"
The two women continued to gaze at one another. Rita was amazed at what an incredibly attractive woman the pretty little girl she once coached had grown into. Katie, likewise, was amazed at the transformation time had wrought on Miss Kelly. In those middle school days Rita was always seen wearing only sweat pants and a coach's t-shirt, and looked nothing like the glamorous and successful businesswoman she saw standing before her now.
"Can I offer you something to drink?" Rita said, finally breaking out of her trance. "And please, Katie, have a seat."
"Thank you, Miss Kelly," Katie replied, settling herself down onto the plush couch. "A vodka Collins, please. This is a beautiful place you have here."
"Why thank you, dear," smiled Rita. She thought about asking Katie not to call her 'Miss Kelly,' but decided against it. Come to think of it, she kind of liked the way it sounded. She quickly made Katie's drink, mixing a bourbon & Coke for herself. She brought the drink over to the young girl and handed it to her, and then sat down along side her on the couch.
"So how long have you been here in town, Katie?" she asked.
"Well, I moved in just last week," the girl replied, sipping her drink. "I was getting low on funds, and my landlady referred me to this Regency Modelling Agency when I told her I was looking for a job. In fact, this is my very first night."
