Carolyn Lord was returning to high school for the first time since graduation, and she was rather nervous about the whole thing. She always had problems there of one kind or another. Her cool, imperious manner, immigrant background and sharp mind never really allowed her to fit in with the other students.
It had been a lonely, unsatisfying time for her, and now she was going back, for a few hours at least, but as an adult this time.
Now, she would be in control, and that thought pleased her greatly.
She looked down from her driving a brief moment to once again check her clothes. Carolyn couldn't believe she let Tamiko talk her into wearing this outfit. For some reason Carolyn couldn't explain the ease with which Tamiko, with just a smile or a touch of her hand, could get her to do things she wouldn't normally do. Why this teenager, a woman-child actually, had such control over her, she just couldn't understand.
And to do it today of all days! She was to meet Mrs. Stevens at the Enola Gay High School for their Career Day this morning, as a favor to her friend who was the principal there, as well as to assist in the recruiting effort currently being run by the Human Resources division. She wanted to look her best, of course, especially since she herself would be speaking on the role of the paralegal secretary.
Unfortunately, she knew from past experience that Tamiko's idea of looking one's best, and hers, were not exactly the same.
She looked down at her clothes yet again as she drove to the school. It wasn't really too bad at first glance, the skirt was a little too short to suit her (only to mid- thigh really), but it was the former slit which had run up almost to the top of her shapely legs that worried her.
Tamiko fixed it in only a few minutes, being the expert seamstress that she was. Carolyn was quite happy with it now. Tamiko talked her into wearing a sexy pair of panties too.
She was very uneasy about it at first. Going to work dressed like that would have been bad enough, but in a building full of hormonal teenagers? "No thanks!" Carolyn had told her at first.
But Tamiko, ever-reasonable, had said, "Who's going to see them, anyway? Besides, you must be thinking on the same level as your audience or else you'll never reach them. Girls today believe that a professional women can be sexy and competent at the same time. You don't want to lose your audience, do you?"
Tamiko was right of course. Who would know about them except her? After their short time together, Carolyn found that being a bit sexy wasn't a crime.
The problem with the panties was that they were a bit too tight, like everything else Tamiko ever got for her. Even now in the car, she could feel them creeping up where they shouldn't.
At least Tamiko thankfully put some of her special baby powder in them to keep her dry. Carolyn always seemed to be a little wet all the time now. She was probably just coming down with something and would be feeling better in a few days.
Tamiko also talked her into wear a tiny matching bra. "They're a matched set," she told her. "You can't wear one without the other, now can you?"
Well, Carolyn knew she was as fashion conscious as the next woman, so she once again gave in to her friend's suggestion.
But, like the panties, the bra seemed too small. Maybe it wasn't the right size, she thought. Tamiko didn't know her breasts seemed to always be a little swollen, a little more sensitive now. Like the problem with her panties, her breasts would soon be back to normal, when whatever she had went away.
The blouse was another matter all together. She had argued with Tamiko for almost 20 minutes about it. Finally, she agreed to wear it when Tamiko seemed close to tears. Carolyn knew Tamiko could get very peculiar where gifts were concerned.
It wasn't that the blouse wasn't beautiful...it was that a person could see straight through it! She would have to spend the day wearing her jacket. Without it, anyone would be able to see her firm breasts trying to push their way out of the top of her bra.
"She had better appreciate this," Carolyn muttered. Tamiko had done a great deal for her, she realized, more than she could ever acknowledge or hope to repay. But still!
Carolyn almost turned back to change but knew she would be late if she did, and that was out of the question. Carolyn hated to be late for anything.
By the time she entered the school's parking lot, her body seemed to be a little on edge. "Nerves, probably," she thought.
Her nipples were a little too hard, and her pussy seemed to have a warm glow to it. If Tamiko hadn't powdered her panties, she just knew she'd be wet.
"Phew! This is a good way to start," she said to her flushed reflection in the rear-view mirror. She waited a moment and took a few deep breaths before leaving the car.
As she walked toward the deserted front entrance of the school , she looked at her reflection the glass door. Tamiko, bless her, was right again. The suit, although a little tight in spots, made her look very much like most of the business women she was used to seeing.
"Damn," she thought, looking down and seeing a thread dangling from the hem of her skirt. Without thinking, she reached down and sharply pulled the tread. To Carolyn's dismay a good foot of tread came loose, and the closed had opened two inches. God, how stupid could she be?
She hurriedly checked her reflection again. The skirt still appeared to be acceptable, but she must be very careful and leave that damn string alone. She would borrow some scissors at the first opportunity.
Inside the school, Carolyn followed the arrows marked "Main Office". She eventually found Mrs. Stevens talking with another woman in the hall outside a door marked "Principal's Office."
"Miss Lord, right on time, I see," said Mrs. Stevens.
"Thank you," Carolyn replied politely. She knew it never hurt to make a good impression with anyone.
"Marilyn, I like you to meet my new assistant, Miss Carolyn Lord."
"Carolyn, this is the school's principal, Miss Marilyn Perfect."
"How do you do, Miss Perfect? Thank you for having us here today," Carolyn said, as she gave her host a careful glance.
A well-tailored woman, Marilyn appeared to be about in her mid-40s. She was a tall, thin person with a studied air of casual elegance who positively radiated confidence. Carolyn liked her immediately.
"No, it is I who should be thanking you for being here this morning. From what Abigail has been saying about you, I'm sure you will make just the kind of impression I was hoping for."
"Thank you, ma'am. That's very kind of you to say so."
