Anyone who knew me would be very surprised to see me, in my elementary school classroom, behind a gorgeous naked lady. Her shapely little bottom was tilted up in the air, and her head was buried in her hands. Her pretty little ass was twitching, in anticipation of the next slap as I ran the riding crop down her spine closer to her perky ass cheeks. I should probably explain how I got into this situation, or more accurately how she got into this position.
I am a 45 year old teacher on a staff with all very young and very attractive ladies. I am 20 years older than some of my colleagues. This sounds like it would be an ideal environment to work in but there are a few drawbacks. The first is that as a teacher I spend most of my days running around with little kids and then any free time is spent trying to eat as quick as possible before I have to run out for supervision. It is not an environment where flirting and possible liaisons are a possibility. The second is that I am 20 years older than most of the staff. They live in a world completely different than mine. They live in front of their screens and drink kombucha. Some of them don't know who David Bowie is, or Kurt Vonnegut. It's hard to have a conversation with someone talking about their hangover after clubbing all night when I have a sore back from mowing the lawn. The third impediment is that I am over 40, slightly overweight, balding and not, by any means, a Robert Redford lookalike (and I am sure some of the younger ones don't know who he is.)
So, that being said, I work in a building full of eye candy but I might as well be on Mars. There is a core group of them that are extremely hot. Young little ladies wearing tight clothing,, bending over to help kids. I am not complaining about the view, don't get me wrong, but this environment was not one that I ever thought of getting action.
The core group of ladies are very close and spend a lot of time together. They are always engaged in some sort of activity and I largely ignore them. They do Essential Oil parties, yoga, and Crossfit together. They share recipes and tips on how to keep their skin looking young. I frequently want to shout, "You are young, your skin is flawless, wait 15 years and then worry about it." But I don't. I smile and picture their flawless skin unencumbered by clothing.
One of the more annoying herd activities that they do is contests. They are frequently putting up boards in the staff room and encouraging everyone to exercise and record their workouts to be accountable. I smile and continue thinking about what exercise I would like to engage in. I had not realized how competitive this group was until Deidre came to my classroom after school. Deidre was one of the young attractive teachers. She loved to show off her body wearing Lulu Lemon pants and revealing tops. She had a fantastic body to show off and I never minded. She was a brunette who often wore her hair in a ponytail. I absolutely love ponytails. She had very shapely breasts and a fantastic ass. She had a line of freckles on her chest and I would love to kiss every one of them. Her dark eyes set off her face and she had a wide smile. She was easily one of my favorites and I was delighted she was in my room. I became even more delighted when she told me why she was in my room.
She started off very hesitantly. She talked about the group of girls she hung out with and how they loved to compete and they had formed a group that used competition as a way of encouraging better living. I must have looked puzzled because she gave me an example. For three months they all decided to eat healthy. They kept detailed charts of the foods they ate, calories, recipes, and who knows what else. They might have had the breeding charts of the animals they ate, I have no clue. At the end of the contest the winner got 25 dollars from each of the other girls. They all felt that they had become healthier eaters and so they loved this concept. They expanded it and did a work out contest, a reading contest and others. At this point I am no longer looking puzzled but bored. I know there must be a point in this story but I can't see where it is going. I am really hoping that they aren't trying to recruit the old guy into their contest. That would be an easy way for me to blow 25 dollars every couple of months.
Before I can ask, Deidre continues. She explains that they got more intense with their contests. It wasn't enough to be the winner, the loser had to be punished. This would encourage them push harder. So, now the winner got the 25 dollar ante and the loser had to take everyone out for supper.
Well, as competitions usually do, this one became more intense and the losers were marking papers for a month, doing laundry, etc. It became more about not losing than winning.
This was sounding a bit more interesting but I still had no clue where I fit into it. I didn't mind listening though. Deidre is a very animated storyteller and I could watch her talk all day. Finally she stammered to an end. I realized that I was going to have to carry my end of the conversation.
"Not that I mind, or anything, but is there something you were wanting from me about this competition?"
Deidre's face flushed red and she refused to make eye contact. She started playing with her hair and bobbing her head. She is a very attractive woman to start with but hair playing and head bobbing was enough to get me excited.
"Here's the deal" she finally said, "This last contest is almost done. We decided to make it the biggest one yet. We had six categories and spreadsheets to track and all sorts of goals, and we all chipped in a 100 dollars for the winner..... and..." Her voice trailed off.
"And the loser?" I asked, happy that I had followed the story enough to know what to ask.
