I am head administrator of a small private school at the outskirts of a very high-end section of the county. Residents of the area pooled our resources to establish this very successful day school primarily for our children. My husband and many of the other husbands and wives make salaries in the upper five and six figures. I work for a nominal fee because the school is my pet project. I have a doctorate in education that I finally put to use. My own daughter, our princess, is now an 18 year old senior.
A week before the new session began, my secretary buzzed saying that a Mrs. White wanted a conference with me. I have several Mrs. Whites in our parent files. Not caring which, I had her come in. As soon as I saw her, I knew that she was not one of us. She held her little girl, about 6, tightly by the hand.
"Excuse me ma'am," she said nervously. "I need to have my daughter enrolled in your school. My Jill is a good girl. She's real smart. I just want her to have the chance at a good education."
"Mrs. White, do you live in this area?" I continued before she commented. "You and your husband must be residents to send your child here."
"No, I don't live here. I wish I did. I live and work next door in Peek. Just over the line. And I don't have a husband anymore."
Peek is basically a poor county to say the least. She probably never had a husband either. "I'm afraid we can't accommodate you. The tuition is quite high and I doubt you could afford it even if I could make an exception," I explained to her.
"Don't you have scholarships or something? My baby tested real high at her kindergarten. I know she could do well here."
To show that we are not totally snooty, I keep a free slot each year at the lower grade levels for academically promising students that don't live in our community. No one except has ever inquired before her. But she still was not the type of parent we wanted. "I don't doubt that she is a good student, but..." She cut me off.
She leaned over my desk. "I'll do anything to get her in. Anything at all." Her large, firm breasts heaved in her low cut tank top. I could see a small tattooed heart peeking from her cleavage. My eyes were glued to her chest. Then she stood and began to pace. Jill say quietly.
Mrs. White was a little trashy, I know, but she was very pretty with her heavy blond curls piled on top of her head. Her lips were full and red-a beautiful mouth in spite of the gum she occasionally chomped on. Her waistline was tiny; her hips curvy in a straight skirt too short for a mommy. She had strong shapely calves and pretty feet in pastel sandals. All together, it was not a bad picture--for a pauper. Someone like her would probably turn our parent meetings into the Harper Valley PTA. I ended my perusal of her and got back to the matter at hand.
"Again, Mrs. White, I'm sorry but..."
"Wait a minute." she said frantically. She took her daughter out to my secretary and came right back in.
I was getting a little annoyed at her persistence. I had to put an end to this now. "Mrs. White, please. Jill won't be..."
"If I promise to eat your pussy right now, will you consider letting her in?"
"What did you say?" I put my hand to my chest.