Based on an idea by Daywalker
(c) 2002 Charmbrights Ltd. All rights reserved.
The author has asserted the moral rights under sections 77 and 78 of the Copyright Designs and Patents Act 1988.
'It must be lunch time,' thought Tarquin as the Thursday sun reached the edge of his desk, and his head nodded a little, more from boredom than tiredness.
He put down the telephone and swore under his breath. The Rosebay High School was a difficult place to find anyone willing to teach in. Its reputation was terrible throughout the city as a place where teachers were regularly harassed both by pupils and by their parents.
"Kathleen, the Rosebay needs another supply teacher of English. Got any ideas?" he said.
His wife, Kathleen, looked up from her desk and shuddered.
"God, no. I wouldn't send my worst enemy to work there," she replied, "I'm glad I don't have to visit schools like that any more, but can stay safe in the office here."
She sighed and thought for a moment.
Then she said slowly, "Colin says he is desperate for more work. He's had nothing for a while and his wife's just lost her job when the company went bust. He might do it."
"Better ask him to drop in and we'll break it to him gently."
"And if his wife comes with him you can get an eyeful of her body," came the rejoinder.
"Eyeful? I'd need more like a hundred eyes to appreciate her beautiful curves," Tarquin hit back, "Anyway, what's wrong with looking?"
"And touching, when you think I can't see you," Kathleen said, laughing, "I know you. I bet you were going to suggest that I get the three of you some coffee the moment she gets here, just so you can have her in the office for a few moments longer."
Picking up her own 'phone, Kathleen dialled a number, and then frowned.
"Mine seems to be on the blink again," she said.
"Be my guest," said Tarquin motioning towards the 'phone on his desk.
The telephone was at the opposite end of the desk and so Kathleen had to bend over to reach across the desk to pick up the 'phone. Her big thighs strained against the material of her skirt and as she stretched still further the opulent curves of her of her arse were highlighted by the afternoon sun streaming through the window. Her breasts hung as she leant forwards and clearly were not restrained by anything more than the demure, high-necked blouse she was wearing. Tarquin's cock tightened and lifted as her skirt rose up her leg as she sat on the visitors' chair parting her legs slightly and he had a glimpse of shadowy invitation offered by a stocking top and a paler band of flesh above it on her inner thigh.
He tried thinking of tax returns and other boring things to stop his hard-on developing as any minute he would have to concentrate on another call from a potential customer. It didn't help because his thoughts returned to all the parts of her he would touch, suck, and use later that night in their marital bed. Meanwhile, Kathleen had arranged for Brendan to come to the office just after lunch that afternoon.
"I'll be frank with you," said Tarquin, "It's the Rosebay High School. If you turn it down I'll fully understand."
"I'll take it, no matter what," said Colin.
"You sound desperate," Tarquin remarked, "I hope you'll survive."
He rang the school's headmaster and after briefly outlining Colin's five years of teaching experience, listened for a few seconds.
Then he said, "He's with me now; I'll put him on and you can arrange it direct."
He passed the 'phone over to Colin and he quickly agreed to start the temporary assignment the following morning.
"Good," he said, after putting the 'phone down, "We really do need the money. I am so relieved to get this job; any time I can do anything for you, just let me know. It's been hell since Elizabeth lost her job. Keeping up the payments on the house was based on both of us working. With the children at school, it's difficult for her to find a job that is only part-time so she can be home when they are, and child minders cost so much."
After the paperwork was completed between Kathleen and Colin he was about to leave when Tarquin stopped him in the doorway.
"You sound desperate for income," he said, "We have been thinking of having some extra help in the office. You taking on Rosebay for me deserves a favour in return. Ask your wife to give me a ring."
"Please, no charity," said Colin sounding doubtful.
"No, not that. We really do need someone," Kathleen interjected.
"I'll certainly do that then, and thanks. Elizabeth is a good worker," said Colin, "You won't regret it."
It was fully ten minutes before the 'phone rang again. This time it was Elizabeth asking about the possible part-time job in the office and offering to come in later the same afternoon for an interview. Elizabeth had visited the office before, with her husband, and Tarquin had felt a quick throb in his brick whenever he had seen her. Now she was coming to visit them and looking for a job which she needed desperately.
The woman opposite was an impressive sight. Somehow she managed to be tall and slim and yet to give an impression of strength without sacrificing an ounce of femininity. Men could think of her simultaneously as a very bed-worthy female and at the same time consider her someone they would not care to make an enemy. Children thought of her as a mother figure in whom they could confide but at the same time instinctively obeyed her. Women also confided in her as they would in a sister, but they sometimes wondered what it would be like to be held and comforted by her.
As he looked up from her CV and glanced across at her, Tarquin was glad there was a desk between them to hide his hard-on, and wondered how he could manipulate this situation to give him a chance to get in her knickers. As he thought this, she crossed her legs and gave him a flash of stocking tops and, he could have sworn, white knickers before smoothing her skirt over her knees.
Tarquin could feel drops of pre-cum oozing from the helmet of his engorged prick and thought, 'Damn. That will stain these light grey flannels. And I'll have to stand up to show her out. Damn. Damn. Damn.'
Just then Kathleen came into his office and said, "Fine, shall we start the interview?" as she took the spare chair on Tarquin's side of the desk.
Reaching across to take Elizabeth's CV from Tarquin, she noticed the spreading stain on his trousers and thought, 'Are you pleased to see her, or is that a leaking banana in your pocket?' and smiled to herself at the misquotation.
After a few desultory questions about her last job, and why her employers went broke, the interview was wrapped up and the job was offered. The rates of pay were agreed but they left the details of exactly what hours would be worked to be agreed on an ad hoc basis as the weeks went on.
Elizabeth stood up and said, "Well, thank you for giving me this chance. I was at my wits' end over money and today you've found both of us work! I really will do anything that you want round here."
Kathleen and Tarquin both wondered how far that offer really went, especially into the realm of non-business activities.
Quickly Kathleen grabbed Tarquin's coat from the rack and said, "We're just leaving as well. And we'll expect you at ten on Monday morning."
She handed Tarquin his coat and he held it in front of him to hide the rapidly spreading evidence of his reaction to Elizabeth. Thankfully, Elizabeth had not noticed, or so he thought.
Shaking Elizabeth's hand he said, "Do let us know as soon as you can if you foresee any problems with the hours of work. I'm sure we'll be able to sort something out."
"Yes, and why not pop in Saturday morning and we can have coffee and a natter about the content of the job?" said Kathleen.
"Yes, I'd like that," said Elizabeth, smiling in a way that made Kathleen think that they might be discussing more than just work.
They shared a lift down to the ground floor and parted with smiles all round. Elizabeth caught and held Kathleen's eye for slightly longer than would be conventional and Kathleen felt a frisson of excitement at the thought that perhaps they were about to make a new 'friend'.
In the car, Kathleen turned to Tarquin and said, "I know we don't usually mix business with pleasure, but I think Elizabeth has real potential, if her husband's willing. They could become another of our pairs of 'friends'. I saw the way she looked at both of us, and you nearly disgraced yourself with this little thing."
She rubbed his cock affectionately through the damp material of his trousers.
"Yes, I thought she looked interested in us as more than just a job," Tarquin replied, "I've been thinking that more and more lately about some of the teachers we send out to schools. Some of them come on to me quite blatantly, and I know a couple of them have a letch for you."
"Well, it could be risky, but there are some of them that I wouldn't mind getting to know better."
"Ha, 'getting to know better' you say. Getting your pussy wrapped round their tongues, or their cocks you mean," snorted Tarquin, "Well as long as I get my share of them they can have a slice of your hair pie."
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