The interviews had gone well, and Joanne Crawford, Headteacher of a large city primary school, had two good candidates to choose from. Barry Turner, Vice Chair of Governors had been the other member of the panel. He asked Joanne to give her assessment of them both.
"Surinder interviewed really well, she's bright, young and energetic, just what this school needs, she can start straight away but I'm worried about her lack of experience. Serena, on the other hand, is older and much more experienced. She had an air of authority about her that I think will be of great benefit to me personally. I got the impression that she'd be very good at dealing with some of our more difficult parents, and that will allow me more time to get on with my leadership and management role. And yet, there's something I can't put my finger on."
"Oh?"
"Well, I'm not sure she's a team player, there was something a little unsettling about her, and I just got a sense that she liked to get her own way. Oh, I don't know, it's been a long afternoon, maybe I'm imagining it. We've interviewed five candidates and my head's spinning. Look, I've got a meeting with a group of parents in a few minutes. Would you mind if I slept on this tonight?"
"No problem Jo, if it's any help, I think both candidates are capable of doing the job, and they both fit the criteria. I understand your slight reservations about them, but it's important that you are comfortable with the decision, after all, you're the one that's going to be working closely with whoever gets the job. For what it's worth, I think there's a lot to be said for experience. I'm sure you'll know who you want in the morning, let me know first so that I'm 'in the loop' as it were; I'll support whatever decision you make."
"Thanks Barry, that's good of you, I must dash now, give my regards to Dina, and tell her I'll be in touch soon to arrange a girly lunch in the holidays.
Mrs Joanne Crawford, Headteacher and young widow, was a shapely, attractive woman. At thirty-seven years of age, she was one of the youngest headteachers in the city. Despite her professional success, she carried a permanent sense of guilt, because her husband had died in a car crash, on the very day that she had planned to tell him that their relationship was over.
She was know as an energetic, assertive, strong professional woman, but, underneath, she felt alone and vulnerable. Joanne had been a widow for three years, and had not been in a relationship since. Her sense of guilt had made it difficult for her to contemplate dating. In public, she was vibrant and very attractive, she had no shortage of suitors, but none of the men that pursued her could break through her defences.
She'd stopped having sex with her husband two years before he died, so it was now five long years since she'd felt the caress of another person's hands on her naked body, or anything other than her faithful vibrator inside her. She masturbated regularly to swirling, confused and disjointed fantasies involving men that she knew professionally and socially. She imagined herself being fucked by them but her sweetest, most intense orgasms occurred when she imagined her female friends and colleagues being pleasured by the men that she knew.
Women featured in her most vivid imaginings, she dwelt on their pleasure as they were being fucked; visions of arched backs, thrusting pelvises, swaying breasts and loud orgasmic cries filled her fantasies. It wasn't that she was sexually aroused by women, she told herself, it was more a case of fantasising about the ways in which women could feel sexual pleasure, the way she desperately wanted to feel sexual pleasure.
Two weeks ago, she had taken her fantasy sex life further when she had started dabbling in viewing porn. She thought that much of it was badly made, poorly acted, and unrealistic, but she'd recently come across a site where the videos had been made by women, for women. She'd found herself being intrigued at the sight of women making love to each other, this was something that she had never expected would interest her, but she found it compelling and erotic, even though she hadn't been sexually attracted to women in the past. To her mild surprise, she'd become most curious about scenarios that involved domination and submission. Something about the dynamics of a vulnerable woman, being intimidated by, and surrendering to, a sexually powerful woman, struck a chord with her.
Her exposure to pornography was still in an early, explorative phase, but she'd already realised that she'd found woman on woman videos more interesting and arousing to view than those involving men and women. So far, she'd just watched these videos and hadn't masturbated to any of them, but they'd started to become a source of inspiration.
One night recently in bed, accompanied by her vibrator, she had invented a fantasy inspired by one of the scenarios in which her athletically built, attractive, late thirties next door neighbour, had overpowered her and fucked her with a strap on cock. The resulting orgasm was off the scale of anything she'd previously experienced. It was in this frame of mind that she opened her laptop and reached for her pussy as she contemplated which of the candidates to appoint.
Miss Serena Clarke, 45 years of age, had interviewed well. She was clearly very competent and experienced, her current job was personal assistant to the Chief Executive of a well known local charity. Serena had worn a fitted knee length skirt suit in grey, with a white blouse and black heels. She was of mixed African Caribbean and White British heritage, with pale brown skin, a shapely body and legs, firm rounded buttocks and fulsome breasts. Her black hair was in neat cornrows with a braided bun, giving her a very elegant and very sexy look.
She had arranged herself confidently on one of the low, easy chairs being used for the interview; she'd crossed her right leg over her left, and Joanne had noticed the tell tale sign of a suspender clip underneath the taut material of her skirt. Joanne was used to being almost always the most sexually attractive woman in any room, but she knew that she'd been outdone by Serena. She wished that she'd worn her favourite short skirt and tight fitting blouse instead of trousers.
Serena's main rival for the post was Surinder Kaur, 24 years of age. Surinder was of Indian heritage, very pretty with gorgeous long black hair, smokey brown eyes, beautiful eyebrows and a flawless complexion. She wore a close fitting green sari that showed off her well formed breasts, slim waist and curvaceous buttocks. She was young and relatively inexperienced but clearly passionate about children and wanted very much to work in a school.
Joanne stopped playing idly with her pussy and took a shower so that she could get into the right frame of mind to make an objective decision. She took her job very seriously and, whatever her emerging sexual proclivities might be, she wanted to ensure that she made the right choice for the school.
She would like to have been able to offer the job to both candidates, but after careful consideration, she chose Serena for the role. She decided that if she still felt the same way in the morning, she would phone Serena as soon as she got into school and offer her the job. It had been a tiring day, and she was soon off to sleep without further troubling her pussy or her vibrator.
Inspired by Serena's bold sexuality, she set off for work the next morning in her short skirted grey suit, opaque black tights and a pair of black four inch high heels. She was the first person in school as usual, she admired herself in the mirror in the staff toilets, before going into her office to phone Barry and then Serena.
Serena was polite and oozed cool confidence when accepting the job.
"Good morning, am I speaking to Serena?"
"Yes."
"Oh, hello Serena, it's Joanne Crawford here, I'm pleased to say that we've decided to offer you the job as school secretary."
"Okay," said a less than grateful sounding Serena.
"Er... yes, well, we thought you interviewed very well and..."
"Yes, I always do."
"Oh, right, and er.. can I take it that you accept?"
"Of course. I was very impressed with you yesterday Joanne and I'm delighted that we'll be working together."
It was a warm day in early July 2016 and it seemed that the summer had arrived in England at last. The school would be closing for the summer break in two weeks time, and Serena would have to serve a month's notice in her current job, so they agreed the staring date as the beginning of the new academic year in September. They arranged an induction session, just beforehand, at the end of the summer holidays in late August. As Joanne put the phone down, she felt that she'd just agreed to work for Serena rather than the other way round.
Joanne put off ringing the four unsuccessful candidates until mid morning. She'd spoken to three of them and was about to call Surinder when her head of early years poked her head around Jo's office door.
"Bad news I'm afraid, Sally has just handed in her resignation and she's gone home. She refused to work her notice period, and I'm stuck without a classroom assistant in year two."
"Oh dear, why did she resign?"
