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Sariah floated through the weekend in the after-glow of her date. Father wasn’t so angry about the test after all, just a bit disappointed. She’d apologized and he promised to keep this a secret from mother (who carried out the “discipline”.) Nevertheless, she was so excited about Jude! She simply could not wait to see him on Monday.

The day quickly approached. As Sariah’s toes touched the wood floor when she awoke, she immediately thought of what to wear. She skimmed through designer clothing, and settled for a cream sweater, in its slouch sleeve glory, to accentuate her dancer curves and graze her skinny jean clad thigh.

She grabbed her PE clothes, and a pair of sneakers, and threw them into her rather large purse. A pair of earth-toned boots, a matching belt around her waist, and a few necklaces polished off the look. After a quick view in the full-length mirror, Sariah decided she was satisfied.

She dashed down the stairs and to the enormous kitchen. Isabel Cortez was the family cook, and an exotic elderly woman from Spain. Her once long black hair was now shot with silver, and wrinkles had stained her tanned face. But those kind hazel eyes were as mischievous as always. The woman had a fruit parfait (a favorite) waiting for Sariah.

She gulped it down, thanked the Isabel with a quick hug, and made a dash for the door. James was waiting for her outside, this time in a smaller vehicle (limos sometimes get…cliché). She hopped into the front seat alongside him.

“You look lovely little Mistress.” The elder gentleman complimented.
“Oh please. You get paid to say it.” She remarked playfully.
“Ah, but you still enjoy hearing it.” Sariah laughed lightly, and James joined in.

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“Hey doll face. Looking good today. Happy to see me?” she heard the delightfully sarcastic voice in her ear.

“Thanks, compliment returned.” she responded. “But don’t consider yourself to be such a big item on my list. I could be happy to see someone else.”

“Well then hot stuff, I’ll take that into account. I guess I’ll try harder with the dates then.” He smirked. “Or we could just skip that, and go straight to the blowjobs.”

At this everyone in class turned their heads in shock. But Sariah remained calm. Playing his little game, she walked over, bent down and purred in his ear: “We’ll just have to see won’t we.” She strutted back to her seat as people cheered, wolf-whistled, and the like.

She winked at Jude, who was staring blankly. He couldn’t believe she said that! She was supposed to blush, not flirt back! What happened to the shy daddy’s girl he’d met yesterday?

The rest of the day went by with similar encounters, but nothing particularly eventful. Just their playful banter and little things of the like.

As Sariah was walking through the high school gates, to her waiting chauffeur, a cool hand clamped onto her shoulder. Before she could protest, the hand spun her around, cupped her face gently, and the person attached to the hands kissed her with surprising intensity. As he released it, Sariah found herself staring into the eyes of…someone not Jude?

Description
Sariah floated through the weekend in the after-glow of her date. Father wasn’t so angry about the test after all, just a bit disappointed. She’d apologized and he promised to keep this a secret from mother (who carried out the “discipline”.) Nevertheless, she was so excited about Jude! She simply could not wait to see him on Monday.

The day quickly approached. As Sariah’s toes touched the wood floor when she awoke, she immediately thought of what to wear. She skimmed through designer clothing, and settled for a cream sweater, in its slouch sleeve glory, to accentuate her dancer curves and graze her skinny jean clad thigh.

She grabbed her PE clothes, and a pair of sneakers, and threw them into her rather large purse. A pair of earth-toned boots, a matching belt around her waist, and a few necklaces polished off the look. After a quick view in the full-length mirror, Sariah decided she was satisfied.

She dashed down the stairs and to the enormous kitchen. Isabel Cortez was the family cook, and an exotic elderly woman from Spain. Her once long black hair was now shot with silver, and wrinkles had stained her tanned face. But those kind hazel eyes were as mischievous as always. The woman had a fruit parfait (a favorite) waiting for Sariah.

She gulped it down, thanked the Isabel with a quick hug, and made a dash for the door. James was waiting for her outside, this time in a smaller vehicle (limos sometimes get…cliché). She hopped into the front seat alongside him.

“You look lovely little Mistress.” The elder gentleman complimented.
“Oh please. You get paid to say it.” She remarked playfully.
“Ah, but you still enjoy hearing it.” Sariah laughed lightly, and James joined in.

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*Homeroom*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

“Hey doll face. Looking good today. Happy to see me?” she heard the delightfully sarcastic voice in her ear.

“Thanks, compliment returned.” she responded. “But don’t consider yourself to be such a big item on my list. I could be happy to see someone else.”

“Well then hot stuff, I’ll take that into account. I guess I’ll try harder with the dates then.” He smirked. “Or we could just skip that, and go straight to the blowjobs.”

At this everyone in class turned their heads in shock. But Sariah remained calm. Playing his little game, she walked over, bent down and purred in his ear: “We’ll just have to see won’t we.” She strutted back to her seat as people cheered, wolf-whistled, and the like.

She winked at Jude, who was staring blankly. He couldn’t believe she said that! She was supposed to blush, not flirt back! What happened to the shy daddy’s girl he’d met yesterday?

The rest of the day went by with similar encounters, but nothing particularly eventful. Just their playful banter and little things of the like.

As Sariah was walking through the high school gates, to her waiting chauffeur, a cool hand clamped onto her shoulder. Before she could protest, the hand spun her around, cupped her face gently, and the person attached to the hands kissed her with surprising intensity. As he released it, Sariah found herself staring into the eyes of…someone not Jude?