Alison had always understood and tried to help Mandy in any way she could. Her constant endeavour in trying to keep Ted next door away from her daughter was starting to tire the voluptuous 40 year old, so much so that she was considering upping sticks and moving the whole family somewhere else. How she was going to get her husband to accept the idea was an obstacle she would have to overcome without him ever knowing the real reason.
The more she thought about everything the more she wondered if it wasn't somehow all down to her and the way she had been when she was younger. She used to love the power that came with her undeniable sexuality, it turned men into jabbering idiots, they were like putty in her hands. In a way she still did love it, after all if she hadn't got this gift she wouldn't have been able to keep Ted away from Mandy for so long.
Even before her encounter with Mr Cramp she was already blatantly exploiting the phenomenally well developed body she was blessed with. She had quickly learnt that most men, however old, could be manipulated like stupid puppy dogs with just a flutter of her eyelashes. Just the vaguest glimmer of hope from the busty beauty was all it took to have them eating out of her hand. This is the definition of a cock teaser, and this is most definitely what she was. So maybe she had somehow passed this teasing habit of hers on to Mandy without even realising it and that's how she has found herself in this mess.
The fact was that Alison had experienced so many sexual encounters as a result of the way she looked, some minor, some major, that she had probably forgotten more than she could ever remember. Like the time when she was 18 and in the final few months of school, a while before her memorable meeting with Mr Cramp..........................
..................................It was the turn of the 1990's and as an 18 year old 6th form school girl Alison was truly a sight to behold. She was the cause of a good many accidents by drivers distracted by the sight of her voluptuous curves in her uniform. She would sway her ass a little more and walk in such a way that gave her huge boobs even more bounce whenever she caught sight of some old pervert ogling her from behind the wheel. She would then smile to herself as she heard the inevitable screech of brakes and sounding of horns that nearly always followed. When you look like she did then you get used to these things, along with having everything your own way pretty much all of the time too. She was in constant trouble at school, usually for flouncing the strict uniform rules, but she never seemed to pay the price that others did. The main reason being that most of the teachers were male, and for Alison that was all that was needed....
It got to the point however that something needed to be done to curb her teasing ways, the way she dressed and behaved could get her into trouble if she wasn't careful. The female staff were worried that she didn't know the dangerous game she could potentially be playing. However one or two of the male staff took a rather different view, they seemed to quite enjoy having this big busted blond tease them and didn't really care if it meant she got away with the odd misdemeanour ........
She did occasionally find herself in trouble however, and her first real experience of the affect she had on men and the subsequent consequences happened just several weeks before the start of her final exams.
After a minor disagreement with one of her female teachers regarding her non compliance with the strict uniform rules the teacher had had enough. She was constantly being told but never seemed to take the telling offs seriously. So this time she was sent to the heads office.
This was a first for Alison, she had been sent to the head before, but not this one. The old head master had just been promoted to another school, a private school well known for turning out some of the highest achievers in the country. Good for him, but not so good for the school he left behind, this was due to the fact that there was a real shortage of qualified staff coming through.
So the job of overseeing the school had been put in the hands of the local authority until a suitable replacement could be found. This meant they had to put somebody in there to take charge of the day to day running of the place, this wasn't a teaching post, more an administrative one. Again the local authority too were short staffed and so they gave the temporary position to the only person they had available, Sidney Spooner.
Sidney had been worked most departments during his 40 plus year career with the local authority and was just about as experienced as anyone. He started out as a bin man all those years ago and worked his way up from collecting rubbish off the cold streets to eventually being completely in charge of the refuse collection department. Over the many years that followed he worked in various departments including parking, traffic, housing and now schools and education. At 60 years of age he was set in his ways and didn't welcome yet another change in jobs, albeit a temporary one.
Being not the most pleasant of characters Sidney was probably best suited to an overseeing role, he didn't really care whether people liked him or not and if his presence shook things up a bit then it was considered not a bad thing. He was one of these characters that didn't seem to have much of a life and was pretty much "married" to his job. Everyone wondered how he spent his free time as he had no family and apparently no real friends.
The truth was he didn't really have much of a life. He lived in a dingy little flat and was quite well known for being rather tight with his money. He wore the same old clothes day in day out and never took a holiday, instead he stashed his money away like scrooge, which was one of the many nick-names his work colleagues used when talking about him.
The other equally unpleasant side to his character was one that the women he worked with came to know only too well. He was what can only be described as a typical "dirty old man". They all felt uncomfortable at the way he seemed to ogle them constantly. He had a stare that made them feel he was undressing them with his eyes and he was well known for his inability to keep his hands to himself.
The younger more attractive females around the office were always nervous at being alone with him as he would always try to put an arm around their waist as he spoke to them. If he succeeded he would hold them a little too closely for comfort and often reach with his fingertips and touch the edge of their breasts. He wasn't too subtle if he walked behind them either, especially if they were bending over, he couldn't resist brushing his hand across a tight skirted ass.
As a result he had a reputation, and he knew it too, but he didn't care. Why would he? He had nothing to lose and everything to gain. Such was his daily frustration that he couldn't help himself even if he wanted to. He wasn't a fool he knew he was old and unattractive in just about every way, but so what. The way he saw it they were asking for it, if they didn't want the attention then don't come to work looking like that. To lay temptation in the path of a frustrated and sexually deprived old man like him was the risk they took by dressing the way they so often did. He was a truly lecherous old pervert with a one track mind, and didn't care what people thought.
He especially loved the summer months when tops would get flimsier and skirts even shorter. It was during these months that he would often become preoccupied with using any means to try and get a glimpse up one of the girl's skirts. Whenever the opportunity arose he would take it, sometimes successful, sometimes not. His best chance and highest success rate was on the stairs.