“Hmmm hmmm hmmm…”
*Bu-bump*
“FUCK!”
Sherri let out a low snarl to accompany her expletive, voicing her indignation at the bumpiness of her ride. She had been carefully applying some extra blush when her coach had rudely hit a pothole, jumped what felt like a full meter in the air, causing Sherri to miss her cheeks and hit herself squarely between the eyes.
This was not a good start for her; Sherri prided her appearance not for her own enjoyment, but to better her position. She hadn’t worked her way up through the ranks of her first real job by just her skills alone, there had been plenty of manipulation along the way. The amount of times she had to borderline act as a strip-tease to some fossil with a horrible case of male-pattern-baldness would boggle anyone else’s mind. But little did Sherri know, her days of blue-balling old men were over.
In fact, the blonde bombshell had taken up this job because her skills and looks had found their limit way too soon in her last place of employment, she needed to be challenged… or at the very least earn a tidy sum to stave off boredom. This job at Butter-whats-it came with its own lodgings, so that cut out the fortune she normally would have had to spend on rent.
The fresh-faced teacher had always been like this, hungry for power in any shape or form. Back in her own high school days, Sherri had been equally ruthless. She tried out for the cheerleaders once, aiming to work her way to head cheerleader, and then use the position to basically run the school’s social structure. But things didn’t turn out as expected, she got turned down at the tryouts for being “too fat” (in actuality; her routine was unpolished, and her tits slapping her in the face and knocking her glasses askew on the last jump had sealed her fate more than the extra twenty pounds of lard she carried in her thighs and breasts). In revenge though, Sherri successfully seduced the head cheerleader’s boyfriend and gave him the night of his life, photographed it (while keeping her own identity out of the picture) and then distributed copies of it around the school onto every cork-mat board she found. Yeah, Sherri was not a woman to be trifled with when she was angry.
Not that many tried, Sherri was not only quite intimidating and downright scary when she wanted to be, but she was absolutely stunning. Even without makeup, she could turn the head of every red-blooded man or woman who was inclined towards her by simply walking past. Her mixed heritage had blessed her with model-like features; a cute small round nose, long lashes, lips that were pert but not too big, a soft round face and stunning green-gray eyes. Sherri’s skin was smooth as butter and the color of milk chocolate, while long flowing golden-blonde hair flowed over her shoulders. Those extra pounds in High School had still stuck around as well; blessing Sherri with frankly astoundingly large breasts, and thick thighs that tapered smoothly into thin lower legs, giving her a swishing walk that gave her plenty of bounce to her step. The blonde woman had developed a bit of an appetite around the time she hit an early puberty, and it all worked out perfectly for her figure. While other girls had rounded out like human spheres, Sherri was a perfect hourglass.
Not that all this didn’t require effort on her part. Once Sherri left High School, she had been very careful about her diet. Sure she didn’t restrict herself to an olive a day like some women (Sherri LIKED her curves), eating heartily at most meals, she did make sure to stay within her limits. A little too much one day meant a little less the next, and so on.
Those curves also needed maintenance of their own. Sherri’s bras were less articles of clothing and more feats of industrial engineering, with enough metal in them to make any airport scanner go berserk if she simply leaned too closely. Her thighs also chaffed like hell, that swishy walk needed plenty of baby powder to work, or else she would be sore for a week.
All in all though, Sherri was looking forward to Buttercombe, it was life on easy mode. Her bills were all paid for her, the pay was good, and all she had to do was to teach some snot-nosed brats about something she could recite in her sleep. A few years here and the only thing fatter than her tits would be her bank account.
By the time the coach reached the destination at the top of the hill, Sherri had fixed her egregious makeup splodge in the middle of her face. Exiting the vehicle with a swish of her hips, Sherri saw to retrieving her wheeled suitcase from the under-compartment herself. Once righted, she was on her way to Buttercombe Academy. Only, something was off.
Sherri watched closely, peering through her glasses as she saw parents dropping off their children… but so far she had only seen girls. There were childless adults arriving as well, bedecked in Buttercombe teacher’s uniforms… but once again, only individuals of the fairer sex appeared. Then Sherri saw it, plastered above the gate in wrought-iron letters:
Buttercombe Academy for Growing Girls
Retrieving the acceptance letter from her purse, Sherri scanned the document. The Buttercombe logo at the top was only partial, lacking the latter three words. There though, in the middle of the third paragraph… “all female academy”. Sure Sherri had known that the person in charge of the academy was a woman, they had met face-to-face in an independent building, but she never recalled Ms Polluck saying anything about this.
“SHIT!” Sherri screamed, causing anyone within earshot to jump at the sound. “TITTY-FUCK, SHIT, CUNT!” The dark-skinned woman continued, an absolute torrent of linguistic filth flowing from her mouth. Some parents even covered their children’s ears as they passed. Sherri didn’t care though, she was only concerned about what she had gotten herself into; if there were no men, this was going to be so much harder. Sherri needed people who could fall for her charms, to carry things for her, fetch things for her, record things for her. And then another thought hit her, where was she going to get dick from!? Travel all the way back down the mountain into the local stinking hamlet!?
This stung, Sherri didn’t want to spend the next few years as celibate as a damn nun. She calmed herself with the thought that there might be a few lesbians who would be able to scratch her itch on the pay-roll. One problem at a time though, first Sherri needed to head inside and get herself settled in.
Storming past the students who had been exposed to Sherri’s foul mouth, her high heels click-clacking loudly on the cobbled path, the new teacher flew into the entrance and looked around. Sitting on her own was an extremely large woman at a reception desk.
Wasting no time, Sherri strode over, her suitcase bouncing around to keep up, and leaned over the front desk.
“Hell-oh!” The fat woman tried to greet, but stumbled with her words. As Sherri’s leaning position had forced her colossal breasts to land on the counter-top with a splat. The blonde woman’s choice of attire had been picked out for maximum effect; Sherri loved button-up tops that were at least one size too small. Ironically they gave her plenty of arm room, as her magnificent mammaries forced her to purchase from plus-size shops. Sherri’s current teal top was not quite enough though, forcing plenty of light-brown flesh to ooze through the gaps between the buttons.
“Hi!” Sherri announced sharply, trying to hide her indignation. “I’m new here.” She announced, getting straight to the point, “Where am I supposed to go first?”
The wide woman behind the counter finally regained her composure and replied…
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