Gabby felt nauseous. The cab she was confined to hurtled down the tiny English road as if it were a freeway. The immaculate green hedgerows flew past obscuring what she imagined to be a perfect vista of emerald green countryside. Pulling her gaze away from the window she shifted her glare to the back of the seat in front of her trying her best to sulk visibly.
Her broadcasted annoyance quickly dissolved into a grimace however, as the driver of the cab glanced over his shoulder at her “So whot brings you two te the UK then?” “Work. I’m going to be the new Assistant Head Mistress at St. Mary’s” replied the well-dressed woman seated to Gabby’s right. Gabby shook her head bitterly as her mother told the cab driver the reason she had hauled her 18 year old daughter across the ocean, away from her friends and the life that she had loved.
Ignoring the obvious headshake her mother continued “It’s an all-girls private school. Apparently they have had some issues with the administration.” “Oh aye” said the cabby in an English country drawl that Gabby couldn’t place “I know the place well. A small village like ours in the middle of nowhere I’nt got much te talk about beyond that place. Nuthin else goin on fer miles.”
Thankfully the cabby turned his attention back to the road and the car fell back into blissful silence. Gabby shot her mother her thousandth annoyed glare since getting in the cab and, for the thousandth time, was ignored. She simmered as her mother sat quietly looking as prim and proper as ever, her long hazel colored hair up in a bun held together by a small army of bobby pins. Gabby’s imagination liked to think that the tightness of the bun meant that her mother constantly had to scowl so that her brow didn’t slip back over her scalp.
In reality her mother was simply a harsh woman. She was renowned as a disciplinarian in the education world and had made a business of taking schools with leadership problems and straightening them out. St. Mary’s was no different; her mother had been hired to fix the leadership and straighten out the students.
Gabby’s death stair broke as the cab took an abrupt turn onto a lane that meandered off across a large green field. No sign identifying the place was visible as the car rolled forward, gravel crunching under its tires. Leaning in to glance through the windshield she could see the road disappear into a small wood. A large grey tower loomed over the tops of the oak and ash trees.
The cab rolled to a halt in front of a 5 story building that could have fallen right out of a Harry Potter book. Ornate stone columns framed windows all the way up the building to a slate roof that pitched steeply towards a tower which jutted from the center of the building for several stories. Moss and Ivy ran along the nooks and crannies of the building. Margret let herself out of the cab and gazed at the building in all of its beauty before turning to the cabby who waited expectantly.
She quickly paid the rough looking man before retreating to the back of the cab where her daughter waited still glaring daggers at her. The girl would have been pretty if she hadn’t insisted on wearing baggy sweatpants and old t-shirts plastered with metal band logos. She had her mother’s natural hazel hair but had opted to dye it black when she turned 18.
“Grab your bags please” she said ignoring whatever trite response slipped through Gabby’s lips as she opened the trunk and pulled out her briefcase and suitcase. She turned leaving Gabby to retrieve her own belongings and stopped abruptly. Her mouth fell open in shock at the sight she was beholding. A woman waved energetically at Margret as she made her way down from the building using the wide stone stairs. This could not be considered strange, it made sense that someone great her, however the woman herself was enough to cause any person pause.
The woman, who positively jiggled as she walked, had an immense chest. Even from this distance Margret could see it bounced with each step the buxom lady took. The sheer white blouse she wore strained with each jiggle and failed to conceal her in the least. The buttons where done up only to the underside of her immense breasts with the rest left undone clearly showing off her cleavage and allowing anyone to catch more than a glimpse of the lacey neon green bra that cupped her massive orbs.
The woman hit the gravel driveway and began to struggle a bit, her 6 inch green heels sinking into the surface and making it difficult for her to walk. Thankfully the distance from the stairs to the cab was short and the woman made it to them without incident. She came to a stop in front of Margret and pulled a strand of her waist length platinum blond hair out of her vision.
“Welcome luvs! I’m Cindy!” exclaimed the woman in an English accent that was infused with far too much energy. Up close Cindy seemed to drip eroticism. Her chest heaved with each breath. Her smile beamed through plump lips that were coated in a glossy red lipstick. She couldn’t seem to stand still. Her body writhed and shifted causing her many curves to shift and sway. The tiny white blouse stopped shortly under her chest revealing her slim midriff. She wore pants but they looked as if they were painted on and revealed almost as much through the tight fabric as one might have seen naked.
“Margret” said the brunet offering her hand for the buxom woman to shake. Cindy giggled and took her hand but instead of returning the handshake turned and began guiding her back across the gravel towards the stairs. Margret didn’t have time to protest as she glanced over her shoulder to make sure Gabby was following. Her daughter stood their mouth agape for a moment before grabbing her bags and following along.
Gabby gazed in awe at the ornate hallway which the bubbly blonde, Cindy was it, led them down. Massive oak panels adorned the walls which rose up several stories. Plastering the walls were meter tall portraits, each one bordered by ornate gold frames with a name engraved in them. The portraits appeared to be a progression of school administrators starting as early as a hundred years ago, or so Gabby estimated given the attire of the first few portraits occupants.
As they neared the end of the hall the portraits stopped. Gabby paused for a moment at the last painting. It was different from the others which had all featured solemn looking white males. The last showcased a stern looking woman with short professional hair and green eyes that screamed authority. She seemed familiar somehow, as if Gabby had met her. She glanced at the name plate which read Cynthia Heartglen before turning to catch up to her mother and their guide.
Gabby caught up to the group as they reached the base of a sprawling wooden staircase. The image of the familiar woman fading as she let out a gasp. The grandeur of this school had caught her off guard. If her residence was this lavish perhaps it wouldn’t be so bad here. She shook her head, what was she thinking, she wasn’t superficial. Ornate woodwork, gold plated ornamentation, none of that stuff mattered to her.
Retreating back into her surly disposition she tuned into the conversation her mother was having, or at least trying to have, with Cindy. “Tell me miss ….Cindy…what is your role here?” asked Margaret as they ascended the stairs. “Ohhhh lots of things luv! I greet our luvely visitors and keep students happy and help with stress release and dress nice and…..” Cindy chattered on listing off vague and incoherent answers. Gabby glanced to her mother and could immediately tell she was calculating how long it would take to fire the blonde airhead.
The three women fell back into an uncomfortable silence as they reached the top of the stairs and crossed a large open hall. Gabby eyed the ornate wood carvings of an arch they passed through as they were led into the administrative offices. A secretarial desk matching the aesthetic of the rest of the building sat to one side. Gabby couldn’t help but wager that it was Cindy’s workspace given the pink baubles, lipstick tubes, and “girly” magazines strewn across it.
“I’ll be roight back Luvs!” exclaimed Cindy with a wink as she slipped through a large door featuring a gold plaque which read “Head Master.” Gabby abandoned her luggage and tossed herself down on one of the large leather couches adorning the room. As she sunk into the leather her cares seemed to lift a little. She had never experienced comfort like this. Her worries about the move, her anger at her mother, it all seemed to fade a little. “Maybe it won’t be that bad” she mumbled to herself.
Margret sat in a golden gilded chair taking stock of the man across the desk from her. His seat was even more ornate then hers, crowned with an eagle that appeared to be soaring out of the headrest. In stark contrast the chairs resident, and schools headmaster, was incredibly unimpressive. Margret estimated he was in his early 40s. He had a receding hairline that framed a portly face. He was naturally stocky, not fat per say, but short and broad of shoulder.
“It’s a pleasure to have you here Miss Cleft!” he exclaimed beaming a smile at Margret. “I hope your journey wasn’t too difficult.” At least his smile was kind, she found herself thinking as she responded “Not at all Mr. Stone. In fact I feel rested and ready to get started. There is much to do after all.” She cast a glance at Cindy who had remained in the office. She had positioned herself on the edge of Mr. Stone’s desk, her ample backside squishing against the dark cherry wood. It was incredibly inappropriate. The tight pants seemed to strain even more around the blondes backside. Margret shifted uncomfortably in her long gray pencil skirt as her eyes drifted back to the Headmaster. She would need to do something about that ridiculous woman.
“Come now my dear you must feel at least some fatigue.” Now that he mentioned it she did feel tired. She slumped a little letting the beautiful chair take more of her weight. Odd that the fatigue had only caught up to her now. Normally she would have powered through her weariness but something about Mr. Stone made her feel at ease. “You’re right Mr. Stone it has been a long journey for my daughter and I.”
Mr. Stone stood and circled around the desk. “A yes, Gabby was it? She starts school with us tomorrow yes? Wouldn’t it be best for you both to retire for the night?” Margret’s eyes didn’t leave the man as he made his way past Cindy and paused. She gazed up at him and nodded agreement. “Excellent! Cindy my dear show Margret and her daughter to their rooms for the night.” “Right away Headmaster!” exclaimed the blonde as she slid from the desk. Margret caught Mr. Stones eyes pause on Cindy’s immense cleavage as he spoke to her. Her chest tightened. Was that jealousy? Nonsense she thought. The woman looked ridiculous. She was so tired that her emotions were becoming scrambled. Stamping down the odd feeling of envy she rose from her chair. “Thank you for the kind and gracious welcome” she said giving Mr. Stone what she hoped was a warm smile.
Gabby lay gazing up at the draping’s of a ridiculous four poster princess bed. The kind that you only saw in Disney movies. Her room at the school was so lavish. Decorated with pillows, curtains, draping’s, all of it following the same baby blue color pallet. It was completely different from her room back in the states which she had purposefully decorated in a minimalist way.