"Who is Dr. Neige?"
Jan looked at the appointment on her calendar and racked her brain trying to remember who the heck this possibly could be.
Was she a parent? Someone from the district? A counselor? Medical doctor?
Jan had no recollection of having made the appointment, but here it was, on her screen. And starting in a few minutes.
Jan felt terribly unprepared, which is not a good look on a vice-principal.
She searched through her emails again to find any trace of a 'Dr. Neige'. Nothing. And why did "Neige" sound familiar? Was it french? Jan spoke french. Why couldn't she place that word?
There was a knock on her door. Whelp, best just to fake her way through it and appear as if she knew why this person was calling upon her.
"Come in!" she said, using her best authoritative voice. She was glad she was looking extra-professional today, even a little glamorous. She didn't often wear skirts into the office, but with this jacket and blouse combo it just made her appearance pop....and allowed her to show off her muscular legs defined. She secretly loved catching staff and students trying to sneak a peek. One student was so mesmerized by her ass that he bumped into it when she stopped short in the hallway. When she turned, she noticed he had an erection that he quickly tried to conceal with his stack of books.
"Sorry Ms. Thomas!" he cried. His face was beet red. He walked away awkwardly. Jan smiled knowing what she'd done to the boy, even if it was unintentional.
The door swung open, and standing there was someone whom Jan was utterly not expecting.
For starters, it was a woman. Jan mentally kicked herself for succumbing to her own prejudices. When she saw "Dr." in the title she'd assumed it was a man. Not very progressive, Jan!
Secondly, she was utterly beautiful. Tall...probably as tall as her, but not nearly as muscular or as busty as her. Beautiful blue eyes set in a kind, wide face. She had some size to her, but it was mostly in her hips and by extension, her ass. Her bust was quite modest by comparison to Jan's generous endowment. Jan estimated she probably as old as her. Maybe shy by a few years, but no more than five or six.
Jan was also surprised the way she was dressed. It seemed a little too elegant for a medical doctor, though the all-white ensemble certainly gave it a medical style. She could not imagine a doctor would ever wear white knee-high boots though. And that skirt was far too short for that profession. The jacket and blouse seemed a bit more on point, but the silky wrap with the silk threading was certainly out of place. It looked like it belonged in a Jane Austen novel. Or a film based on one. Elegant...but out of place for a mid-morning meeting at a school. She admired the fine-grain leather briefcase she was holding. It looked pricey.
Jan stood and walked around from her desk to greet this woman. Jan found her reaction peculiar. Normally when someone would enter, Jan would just gesture to them to have a seat in front of her desk...but for some reason she felt strangely compelled to welcome this woman in. She felt almost a strange deference to this woman who she was absolutely convinced she'd never met before. Time to fake remembrance.
"Dr. Neige," Jan said, trying to sound convincing, "I'm so glad you came by."
As Jan raised her hand the other woman took it in hers and moved in close and gave Jan a very European greeting...a quick kiss on each cheek, while pressing Jan closer with her other arm. Jan was surprised by this familiarity. She didn't even greet familiar friends this way. Maybe she was French-Canadian? Jan was sure 'Neige' was french from something. It felt like it was just on the tip of her tongue...
"Well it's a pleasure to meet you, Ms. Thomas," Dr. Neige said. "I've heard so many wonderful things about you from your colleagues. I am absolutely delighted that I have this opportunity to help you."
Jan's brain tried to process all this. She's knows my colleagues..she must be a professional of some sort...works in the district perhaps? She's come to help me...is there a student I recommended for a counselor lately? Jan could not come up with any theories. Best to try and tease it out of her and appear knowledgable.
"Please, call me, Jan." she said. Jan noticed the were still holding hands, slowly pumping up and down in an extended handshake. Jan noticed the woman's hands were stronger than she would have expected. Though certainly not as strong has hers. She took a strange secret delight knowing she could apply just a bit of pressure and have the woman on her knees, begging to be let go. Jan withdrew her hand and gestured to the couch. Jan made her way to the chair, which would give her a bit of height over the woman. Jan, the authority.
"All right Jan," Dr. Neige said," and you can call me Dr. Neige....I'm just kidding. Please, call me Em."
Em sat on the couch. As she sat, Jan snuck a look at the woman's muscular thighs. She suppressed an urge to say anything about working out, though it was clear this woman spent some time in the gym. Before sitting down, Jan made her way to the blinds behind her and closed them so her guest wouldn't be blinded by the sun streaming in. She also wanted Em to check out her ass. You're not the only one who works out.
"So," said Jan, hoping the woman would fill in the rest of the sentence.
"So," said Em, with a purposeful pause. Jan wondered if she knew that Jan had no idea why she was here. Jan could never have expected what she said next.
"What do you think kills more Canadians our age each year?" she said, mysteriously.
"If I had to hazard a guess," Jan said. "I would guess hockey fights?"
Em laughed. "No...it's polar bears...". Now Jan laughed.
"It's stress!" Em said, with some excitement. "And with a person in a position like yours I can imagine that factor is multiplied. How many students are under your watch? 400?"
"500." Jan said, with a bit of pride.
"500!?" Em exclaimed! "Well no wonder you're so stressed!"
"Who said I was stressed?" Jan said, a bit suspiciously. Was she under some sort of review she didn't know about? And yes, it was true. Jan was under a bit of stress. But she hid it well. At least she thought she did.
"Well no one specifically said, 'Jan Thomas is under stress, we need to send our best wellness counselor to destress her'" Em said. "But with the level of responsibility you wield....the kind of pressure one in your position in authority must deal with...well it was assumed, which is why I am here."
