Chapter Four
The headmaster's house was at the end of the road, at the foot of a steep hill. It was a large and impressive place, another ante- bellum mansion surrounded by tall trees. A doddering maid opened the door for me and Mr. Hoag met me in the hall. He led me into the living room, where everyone was already gathered for cocktails. There were five women in the room, seated on the various ornate and expensive chairs and couches.
One of the women, a shapely, sexy thing in her mid-thirties, quickly came up to me and held out her hand. I shook it and smiled back at her. She was quite attractive.
"Tills is my wife, Mr. Eastman," Hoag said.
"How do you do, Mrs. Hoag," I said.
"Call me Helen. Pleasure meeting you. Come on in, you're a little late. Let me introduce you to the rest of the girls here. Ladies, attention-"
There was no need for her to call them to attention: they were all staring at me, and with lust in their pretty eyes, if I was not mistaken.
"This is Mr. Eastman," Helen Hoag continued. She took me to the nearest pair, seated on a sofa, Miss Priml, the librarian, a plump woman with graying hair, smiled at me. Next to her was the science teacher, Miss Honeywell, an attractively robust and busty doll wearing an excitingly tight dress and thick black eyeglasses. She eyed me up and down through the latter as I extended my greetings.
"So nice to meet you, Mr. Eastman," she said. "I'm sure we are going to be good friends."
Next I was introduced to a stunning blonde with a throaty foreign accent. She was Miss Jobert, instructor in French. The plunging V of her neckline showed me about eight inches of creamy tit cleavage. She wasn't wearing a bra, and her saucy nipples were pushing out at the tips.
"How do you do, Miss Jobert."
"Allo m'sieur. I hope you will enjoy it here at Mountainview. It is not very often we have such a handsome man come and join our faculty."
“Thank you. Perhaps I'll be able to get you to help me with my French while I'm here."
"I'm at your service, m 'siew. For French lessons or… anything else you have in mind, eh?"
"How nice," I said, as Mrs. Hoag ushered me over towards the one remaining guest.
"This is Miss Jane Darwin. Jane, this is Mr. Eastman, the new English instructor."
Jane Darwin was very big and very black. She was the perfect Amazon, strong and beautiful. You could swear she must have lifted weights in her spare time. She was wearing a red jumpsuit, with skin-tight slacks that clearly outlined her sinewy thighs. She had large, wide breasts which I had an immediate desire to jump on and snuggle against. I wasn't surprised when I was told she was the gym teacher.