Study Hall Smoke (3 of 10)

Dawn uncrossed her pantyhose clad legs with zipper whisper friction of nylon against nylon and slinked her slender body off the chair, sneakily slipping into a sly scramble along the floor until she was safely secluded behind the far end of the table she had been seated at seconds ago.

Phew! That was close! She thought to herself, risking a peek above the surface of the long wooden table. One of her professors, one of the mean ones, had entered her Study Hall room unannounced and wholly unexpected. The last thing she wanted was a run in with this big grouch, especially if he caught her on her cell phone! Cell phones were forbidden on campus. He'd have me writing on the chalkboard for a week! He always makes me write all the way to the top too. He says it's because I need to fill the whole chalkboard to fully learn my lesson, but I know it's because it forces me to stand on my tiptoes to reach. Which makes my skirt hem overextend. I always catch him sneaking peeks at the control tops on my pantyhose! Ugh! Gross! He's SUCH a creep! Dawn felt her face go red, equal mix of humiliation and girlish frustrated rage at a male teacher's lecherous abuse of authority.

Still, even from her crouched hiding spot, she unconsciously grabbed the hem of her skirt, and tried to drape it in the most modest way she could manage. But the short plaid skirt of her school uniform was not designed for such a low hiding crouch. There was no hope to conceal the nylon frosted lengths of her long slender thighs. She would just have to settle for the barest of modesty in her most private area. And even though he wasn't aware of her presence, just being aware of his, made her feel exposed and vulnerable.

He dropped a shoulder bag on the table, and began rummaging through the contents, fishing out a cell phone. What was he doing in Study Hall? Teachers didn't usually make appearances in this room. Especially not male teachers. Too much scandal to be risked for a male teacher caught alone and unsupervised in a Study Hall at an all girl's Academy. Not that this creep ever seemed to worry about that stuff. Dawn bristled once again thinking about being forced up onto her tip toes while he "supervised" her punishment.

The door opened again, and another individual, a male entered. He was in his 20's (or 30's? Seriously, it was impossible to tell with adults!) and was wearing what looked like an expensive suit. He carried a briefcase.

"There you are!" grumbled the teacher, punching the "end" button on his cell phone. "I was just calling you. Where the heck have you been?" he complained.

"My apologies for the tardiness," replied the handsome suited man, a tinge of mockery at a teacher's "authority" in his voice.

"Are you being smug with me?" The teacher balked at the young man. "I do not tolerate smug, young man." He informed with gruff terseness.

"I assure you, I mean nothing but the most sincerity," replied the man in the suit, voice adjusting to a solemn tone (but again, laced with mockery?) I think I like this guy! Thought Dawn, feeling her cheeks warm up with a little flush.

"Enough with the pleasantries," grumbled the grouchy teacher. He paused and peered around the room, evaluating if they were indeed alone. Dawn's emerald eyes shot open wide as she ducked her silky blonde head down at the last fraction of a second, her long ponytail swishing down as she dropped below the table line. She clamped a hand over her mouth to contain the involuntary scream that was eager to get out. Dawn tasted the salt on the slick palm of her nervous sweating hand, and could feel the blood pressure in her ears from her increased heart rate. She didn't even dare breathe as she could feel the teacher's gaze sweep the Study Hall. It was as though he knew she was there.

Of course, it was her overactive imagination driving these ridiculous fears. He did not see her. She had been careful. She was a budding sleuth after all. Satisfied that they were alone in the Study Hall, he continued to speak, which was a good thing, because Dawn's face was getting red from her lungs burning desperate for air.

"Did you bring the money?" inquired the teacher, a dash of urgent greed in his voice. Dawn quietly gulped for air, her mind chirping with questions.