Stephanie

It had been two years since Stephanie had last set foot in this classroom, but as soon as she swung the heavy door open, everything seemed to fall into its place for her once more.  She had donned what she fondly called “the uniform” of a body fitting polo and jeans that showed off her curves, coupled with low heels.  The air was cool on her warm cheeks… she hoped that she didn’t look as nervous as she actually felt.  She looked around at the students, already seated and ready for class to begin… their faces seemed so much younger than when she was last here, but the same look of combined impatience, boredom and curiosity about a stranger’s presence in class was evident on all of their faces.  She down the short flight of steps, slowly and deliberately leaned forward as she put her books down at the edge of the table, and took her seat, facing the class.  She considered the individual faces in front of her, looking upwards at them from half open eyes… there were a few that caught her interest, as she licked her lips seductively, and smiled.

                Control, she must exersice control if she didn't want a repeat of the incident that nearly cost her her career and almost put her behind bars. She must keep reminding herself that these are just kids here to obtain the finest education Peperdine Law can provide. She is only to be there guide, mentor, instructor and nothing more. More. She has so much more to give of herself to these young delicious minds. So much of herself she wants to share with them. If they only knew how much she cared, how far she would go to open their minds to the worlds both inside and out of the classroom. All she wants is the opertunity to show them. And if wasn't for that fucking little prick Steven Jester, she would never have lost two precious years of her life. Two precious years away from her sexy student body. Two precious years she could have devoted her entire self to the ones who appriciated her. Two God damn fucking years she had to spend in front of comitees and the board of directors lying because they could never see the beauty of the situation, because they could never handle the fucking truth. Control, control, control. Breath.   

“My name is Stephanie Chiu, I’ll be your mentor for this semester” she began to tell the class once the bell rang.  “My role is not like that of your professors in your classes, nor is it like a teaching assistant or fellow… Yes, I am here to help you with whatever questions that you may have that pertain to your course work, but I would prefer that you see me more as your friend.”  She smiled when she said this, and she glanced around the classroom to see which students had understood her meaning.  “Someone that you can talk to about anything that comes up” she continued, still perusing expressions “in school or out of it”.  Stephanie’s eyes rested on a young man in the third row.  His blonde hair and tanned skin gave him away as a surfer, his posture and dress outed him as a fraternity boy, and the twinkle in his eye was a telling sign that he was on her wavelength.  This was going to be a very good semester, indeed.