A Change in Style

Wednesday

The next morning Gloria found herself in her bed with the sheets thrown off, lying in her sweat-moistened sheets. She didn’t remember too much of her dreams, only that they were hot, delicious, and wonderful. Something about getting screwed over her desk at school. Trying to recreate the glorious sensations of the night before, it was twenty minutes before she made it into the shower, where she came twice more, imagining herself with the grocery boy from the day before. He couldn’t have been over eighteen, if that, which was what made it so wrong and so hot, all at once.

She examined her glistening naked body once she stepped out of her steamy shower, wondering if her eyes were deceiving her. Her hair, soaked only moments before, was already mostly dry, fluffy and bouncy around her shoulders. Her shoulders! Two days ago it hadn’t gone past her ears, and it certainly wasn’t so bright and blonde. And her face looked different too, certainly not the face of a thirty year old. Wasn’t she thirty? Gloria suddenly found it hard to think about that sort of thing, and whatever worry she felt about that was disintegrated when she examined the rest of her body – more tanned, more toned, her skin looking healthier than it had even when she spent that spring break in Hawaii five years ago. And her breasts looked heavier too, but just as perky, bigger and more full but not being affected by gravity’s pull at all regardless of being a good cup size larger than they were the day before. Her legs, her abs, her ass, all of her was tighter, hotter, sexier.

Wasn’t that strange, Gloria thought suddenly. Thinking herself of sexy. But she was, and how. Her high cheekbones, pouty lips, beautiful blue eyes, and smashing body – she felt like she belonged in a hair commercial. Gloria had no idea how this was happening, but for the most part she felt too good to care about it. So she had dropped a few pounds only to gain some back in all the right places? It wasn’t as though it was something to complain about.

It was twenty minutes before school started when Gloria finally tore herself away from her puzzling but dazzling reflection, and decided to dress. She strutted through the school doors forty-five minutes later with a tight, peach-colored knee-length skirt she hadn’t worn since she was in college, with an even tighter bright white blouse unbuttoned enough to show the hot matching peach-colored bra barely containing her bouncing breasts. She had picked it up on the way to work, seeing as how her old ones didn’t fit anymore. Her blond hair caressed her shoulders as she walked, somehow naturally styled to be feathered. On a whim she had worn the bright white stockings that she had gotten before. She was only going to try them on to see how they looked with on her lovely legs, but found herself immediately in love with the way they looked. The only thing that didn’t entirely fit, as a matter of fact, were the black flats she had received the day before, but she wasn’t about to spend any amount of time without a pair of shoes from Female Designs on. They were just too wonderful to even consider wearing anything else. Still, she worried that she might not look professional enough if her wardrobe was off-colored.

It was a worry that didn’t last long at all. Her first class went absolutely splendidly, her fabulous mood making up for her tardiness and any imperfections in her choice of clothing. For anyone that was still annoyed, her fabulous body made up for the rest. She strutted back and forth in front of the class like a model on a runway, making sure to walk in between all the aisles of desks so that everyone could get a good look at her wonderful ass as she swayed past. She complemented every girl wearing something daring or sexy – it was important that young women played up their attributes, that way, men would notice them, and then they could have their voices heard. Her smiles were contagious, and soon the whole class was giggling with each other, the stand-out babes casting deep-lidded stares at the top studs. Gloria saw several notes passed, and picked one up on a whim, revealing a “study-date” invitation. The sender was Michelle Watson, a bubbly, chesty cheerleader, who hadn’t stopped looking at Roger Jackson all morning. Gloria gave her a wink, and slipped the note onto Roger’s desk. No reason to interfere with puppy love. Five minutes before the class ended Gloria suddenly remembered she actually was supposed to teach a lesson that day, and not just socialize. She haphazardly assigned some reading that she explicitly stated she expected no one to read thoroughly. The planned quiz for the next day was moved back a week.

The mailroom was empty when Gloria entered it, happily finding another package in her box. Tearing it open, she found a pair of (what luck!) peach colored pumps inside. They looked absolutely adorable, and the heel was only three or four inches high, nowhere near enough to look like a tramp. She would be classy but fun with them on, a good time, but still utterly serious about where her career was going. Along with them was another little card, this one reading, “Delight.” It seemed like more of a command than a suggestion, but Gloria certainly felt delighted. She gleefully slipped the new pumps onto her feet, and immediately collapsed in the corner as wave after wave of sexual heat pulsated through her body. Gloria felt like she hadn’t cum in a decade, much less fewer than two and a half hours ago. It was all she could do to stop herself from under her skirt and letting her fingers dance their way to her heart’s content. Strong, sudden hands on her hips helped her up.

“Ooh, what?” Gloria asked, dazed.

She turned to see Coach Jung right in front of her, big hands still on her wide hips. “Are you okay, I said. Why were you in the corner like that?”

He was so sweet, Gloria thought, he sounded genuinely concerned. And he was probably genuinely hung like a horse. She giggled, taking one strand of her blond hair in her fingers. “Oh, I was just feeling a bit dizzy,” she explained breathily. “I think maybe all the handsome men around are making my head spin.” She giggled again, making her breasts bounce in her new bra. Coach Jung definitely noticed.

He didn’t know how to react. Heck, Gloria didn’t even know how to react. She was giggling, she was twirling, she was flirting and she didn’t even care because her nipples were hard and her pussy felt like it was on fire and here was a man right here who had to want her. The Coach’s hands were still on her hips, forgotten about by him due to the pure heat emanating from Gloria’s body. She took one of his hands in hers, and helped it slide up her curvaceous waist until it was resting on the side of her breasts.

“My off-period is the one after next,” she breathed, looking at him with bright blue eyes. “Do you think there’s something you could give me for my head? It feels so light . . .” Her eyes drifted down to the bulge growing faster by the second in the Coach’s pants. “ . . . maybe you’ve got something that could steady it?” She licked her lips, in case the message wasn’t across already.

The Coach was as flustered as she’d ever seen him. It was hard to believe at that moment that he made his living by ordering people around. “Um, I mean, uh, wow, Gloria, um . . .”

She silenced him with a long finger on his lips. “Meet me in my office, kay?” She giggled again, and then glided out of the room, her new pumps clicking softly on the carpet. Gloria felt so empowered. Jung couldn’t do anything except what she wanted him to do – surely, this was what feminism was all about.

She bumped into Holly on the way back to her class, trying not to be late. The young receptionist was all smiles.

“Wow, Gloria! You’re looking great today!”

“Oh, thanks,” Gloria gushed. “You’re looking fine yourself, sweetie.”

Holly looked a bit confused at that, probably wondering when the word, “sweetie” was introduced into the beautiful History teacher’s vocabulary. Gloria was telling the truth, though, Holly was looking quite fine. Low-riding jeans rested on her hips, the top of her black thong just barely visible whenever her tight red sweater was shifted. Gloria took one of her hands and smiled at her dazzlingly, looking just as good as she felt.

“I love that outfit on you,” Gloria said, “Tight clothing suits a frame like yours.”

Holly blushed, obviously a bit uncomfortable with Gloria being so open, touching her. Gloria massaged her hand soothingly. “I mean it, you should hear what some of the boys in my classes have been saying about the hot, new receptionist. I bet you get young studs lining up in the hall with all kinds of excuses to try and flirt with you.”

Holly laughed nervously, her cheeks staying flushed, biting one plump lip. “Well . . . ”

“Don’t be so modest, honey,” Gloria chided. “So what if the whole student body thinks you’re good-looking? Take it as a complement that they want to be around you. Just don’t let it go any further than . . . “Gloria gave her hands a soft squeeze. “. . . you want it to.”

Holly gasped softly, looking like she wanted to pull away but was unable to tear herself away from the vision of temptation in front of her. “Gloria, I don’t think-” She started to whine.

“Oh, sweetie,” Gloria giggled. “I’m just having a bit of fun with you. There’s nothing wrong with fun, is there?” Holly shook her head reluctantly. “That’s right, nothing at all. And the great thing about fun is that you can even find it at work, can’t you?” Gloria giggled again. “Ta, darling. I’ve got a class to catch.” She sauntered off, turning her head to wink at the stunned Holly after a few yards.

More like she had a bathroom stall to visit. Gloria needed a cum, and bad. By the time she was done in the bathroom, her urgent fingers slipping easily into her steaming hot snatch, she decided she needed three. It didn’t take long, Gloria was very receptive to the pleasure she was giving herself. Her head finally felt a little clearer, for the first time since putting on her new pumps. She wondered idly if she should remove them…but decided against it. It wasn’t as though she could walk around barefoot.

But still, the way she was acting! She had propositioned a coach for a blowjob, and practically told Holly to start making out with students! She sighed audibly. It was so wrong. She shouldn’t be acting this way, she shouldn’t be using her hot body to make people do things just because she was turning them on, she certainly shouldn’t have offered sex and pleasure to other members of the faculty, and she shouldn’t be sliding her fingers down her tight, yummy body down to her hot little pussy for another delicious climax . . .

Gloria arrived to class fifteen minutes late, but nobody seemed to care. Everyone seemed absolutely ecstatic that she had finally arrived, and Gloria felt the same way. Just like before, history was the last thing on her mind – it just made no sense to her that she knew so little of the way her students thought, and talked, and played, and kissed, and fucked. Gloria found herself talking about make-up tips with the senior gals, and openly checking out all the young males with them. The looks were returned with interest. Gloria had no idea how fun it was to whisper hot little ideas into the heads of pretty high school girls – telling them to make sure to dress to impress, to try out stockings, to maybe shop for some sexy new heels, skip out on work to enjoy a date or three. Never skip school, though, school was were the boys were, they could hardly be allowed to stay away. Skipping class to neck with some hot senior hunk who had been eyeing them all week, though, why not? Her words were like elixir to their impressionable young ears, drunk eagerly, every word believed. Gloria felt like an icon, a talk show host or a preacher, someone to look up to. She handed out long, sensual hugs to all her students before they left the room when the bell finally rang. Most of the boys didn’t seem to mind when her hands dropped below their waists and copped a bit of a feel on their tight buns – Gloria knew she didn’t mind when they returned the favor.

Coach Jung’s blowjob during third period did not disappoint – her, or him. He walked in on Gloria fingering herself behind her desk, hardly doing anything to hide it. They said practically nothing to each other, the Coach pushing her down to his needy crotch after ten minutes of making out on top of her desk. She made sure the blinds on the windows to the packed hallway were closed, eventually. A significant crowd had built up before she did, but it only turned Gloria on more. She wound up fingering herself to climax three times during the sensational sucking session she was delivering to Coach Jung’s cock. She gave him a box of tissues when he tapped her shoulder to indicate his incoming orgasm, and popped her mouth off of his meat, guiding him the rest of the way with a sizzling hot kiss and her soft hands stroking his pole. She wasn’t about to swallow, not for the first blowjob she had ever given. It hardly seemed dignified for a professional like herself.

Minutes after the Coach had stumbled out of her office looking drunk on lust, Principal Adams walked in. Gloria had just put her blouse back on, having taken it off during Jung’s service – she knew he liked to look at her tits, and she liked feeling them while she played with herself.

“Hi Claire,” Gloria said cheerfully. “What can I do for you?”

The pretty Principal looked furious. “Gloria, I’ve just had several eyewitnesses tell me that you were making out with a man in this very office!”

Gloria giggled, looking around the place. Her desk had been cleared off, the lamp and monitor that had rested there previously had fallen harmlessly onto a pile of books and papers similarly discharged. “Oh Claire, I hope you don’t believe silly accusations like that. I don’t even have a boyfriend,” she smiled, stepping closer to the older woman.

“Gloria, I can’t just disregard over fifteen people – oh,” Claire said suddenly. “That smell, is that new perfume? You smell like . . . like, sex? And, I mean, you can’t expect me to take your word over so many others!”

“With as long as we’ve been friends?” Gloria stepped closer to Claire, letting her feel her influence, her appearance. Gloria didn’t understand it, but lately everyone was just seeing things her way. “Claire, tell me the truth, it was just women that complained, wasn’t it?”

She didn’t need to ask that – it wasn’t like any man was going to complain seeing hot Miss Phine with her shirt off.

Claire suddenly looked unsure. “Well, yes, that is correct . . . ”

Gloria smiled, stepping closer still, right in front of the principal now. Their chests were touching, and Gloria knew her nipples were hard. “These are just some nasty rumors popping up because other women in this school are getting jealous of my success. YWAG is about to take off, and they just feel threatened and are lashing out because of it. Now I know you hate rumor-mongers, and I do too, but we can hardly be mad at them for being a little envious of my good fortune, can we? Honestly, Claire, I don’t think you should take it out on them.”

Claire nodded, looking dazed. “Of course, you’re right Gloria.” She didn’t even motion to stop the fabulous blond when her hands ran through her curly red hair, focusing entirely on her bright blue eyes, her nostrils flaring as they inhaled her amazing scent. “Yes, absolutely right. You don’t need to hear about things like this. You should be focused on the banquet. It’s all going well, I hope?”

“Lovely, darling, thanks for asking.” Gloria had spent less than minutes on it, but had put it on her mental to-do list. She let her hand rest on Claire’s neck, and pulled her in for a hug. Claire was much shorter than Gloria, and her head came to rest on her giggly, jiggly breasts. Gloria couldn’t help but giggle some – she had just talked her way out of being fired, and probably could have managed to have some of her detractors reprimanded. Claire went limp in her hands, obviously enjoying the sensation of Gloria’s soft, full globes against her head. She moaned softly in protest when Gloria pushed her away.

“I’ve got to get ready for final period, love. You tell everyone in the office that there’s nothing to these baseless allegations.”

“Of course, Gloria,” Claire nodded fervently. “Whatever you say.”

Claire walked out of the room with the same drunk look that Coach Jung had. Gloria smiled to herself. It was amazing, what a little influence and attractiveness could attain for a girl. Success was imminent.

Her fourth and final class of the day went much like the previous two, with Gloria just chatting with her students, encouraging all the girls to take whatever hot things they wanted, making sure the boys were receptive to it, sitting in a desk among them after having arranged them all in a circle. Her hot mood was intoxicating for them, her hot scent being breathed in by everyone, and more than once she had to stop couples from making out in the corner, by the bookshelves. Some of the time they weren’t even couples. When Gloria walked out of the school to her car, she saw more pairs than usual making out in the parking lot. She strolled by teachers tsking at the sight, but Gloria buttered them up about it, encouraging her colleagues to just let the young lovers be in love. She touched them when she could, people seemed to find her touch thrilling.

She arrived at her apartment to see Derek waiting outside of it, with a brown package in his hand. He was sweating nervously. She took the package out of his hands with a gleeful grin on her face, entering her apartment with the manager in tow.

“I just can’t thank you enough for this,” Gloria said. “You really know how to look after a gal. Do you know that, handsome?”

Derek was grinning like an idiot, a grin that only got wider when Gloria began to stroke her fingers along his chest, and then her own, drawing his eyes to her barely-contained breasts. “Shucks, Miss Phine, I was only doing what anybody would.”

She ran her hand down his chest to his crotch. “Then I suppose I’ll have to do what any girl would, around a helpful guy like you,” she whispered hotly.

“M-Miss Phine, I should really be getting back to my, my um, my . . .”

“Wife?” She suggested. He nodded slowly. “Oh poo,” Gloria waved her hand dismissively. “I can show you all sorts of things that she never would. You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

“Oh yes, please,” Derek choked.

Gloria turned away suddenly. “It’s just that . . . well, if you could help me out with one more tiny little thing, so that I could help you out with your big, long thing?”

Derek sounded like he might die if she didn’t continue. “Oh, sure, gosh Gloria, anything you want.”

“I don’t think I’ll be able to pay the rent this month. Lot of tertiary expenses, you understand.”

He rubbed the back of his neck, unsure. “Your rent…I mean, it’s over eight hundred dollars, Gloria. That’s a lot of money.”

She pressed her body against his, seeing that he was wavering. “I know it is, silly,” Gloria giggled, letting him feel the bounce of her tits against his chest. “That’s why I can’t pay it. You understand, don’t you?” She leaned in and kiss him lightly on the lips, before putting a slender hand down his pants. “Oh my,” she said excitedly, “What a big package you brought for me!”

Derek understood very well, as it turned out.

The new parcel from Female Designs was like Christmas come early. Not only did it come with a pair of hot new pink wedge sandals just perfect for home-comfort, but along with it were two full outfits. One was for home – the hot pink lace babydoll and matching thong, and the other was for school – a skin-tight leopard-print mini dress, complete with black lace stockings with leopard print at the tops. It didn’t come with a bra, which Gloria supposed she could fix herself, but the thong was leopard print too. How perfect! Gloria wondered if this company had known that her school’s mascot was the leopard. Probably, she giggled, pouring herself a big glass of wine. They seemed to know everything else about her. She gulped down the glass, immediately refilling it. It didn’t worry her at all that Female Designs knew how to find her – why should it? This way she could wear their clothes wherever she was. The only matter that did worry her, in fact, was that eventually the free samples were going to run out. She would have to find out where their shop was.

With the clothes there was a little card, reading, “Serve” in red calligraphy. Gloria certainly could identify with that. She was a teacher, it was her job to serve. Serve her students, serve her co-workers, serve hot men and women that wanted to get a look at her sumptuous behind. Certainly, Gloria was all about serving.

She worked on finishing the rest of her wine after changing into her new house clothes. The neon pink babydoll only accentuated her tanned skin, clinging tightly against her breasts and stomach, making every touch to her nipples or belly or anywhere the soft lace touched feel like sexual providence, while the new sandals did their usual magic and made her feel utterly and completely relaxed. And horny. God she was horny. She kept on her stockings in her dazed, sex-hungry state, loving how they caressed her legs. She turned on the TV and soon found herself watching one of those high school dramas, where all the girls were out to just fuck and suck whomever they could, breaking up relationships just for a quickie in a bathroom stall. Gloria could totally identify with that, she could get off to it, she was. She wished she had spent high school like that, instead of studying. The beautiful babe ended up snoozing on the couch after a particularly hard cum, waking up a few hours before dawn to raid the fridge once more, thinking sultrily that if she ate all the food then that would just mean she could suck off the grocery boy. Again? She couldn’t remember if she had or not. It sounded like something she should do.