The alarm rang and Aurora Instrom reached out, to shut it off. She lay there in the semidarkness feeling very unhappy.

Wearily she got up and showered, wondering if things at this school would be as bad as she thought they would.

She had thought she wanted to be a teacher, but she'd done very badly at college and didn't know why. As a result her grades weren't that good and this school was the only one that had even interviewed her.

She had been frightened at the interview. The headmaster, Brett Harmon, and his wife Karla had been friendly enough, but there was a sternness to them, a strange feeling of menace that put Aurora off. Also both of them had looked at her strangely, made her stand, up, walk around. She was sure Brett, at least, had been examining her body.

But they offered her a contract and she signed.

As she put her makeup on, Aurora hoped that there wasn't anything sexual in Brett's attention. Here in this reform school for seniors in high school, she would be in constant, day-to-day contact with them and things could be difficult and embarrassing.

She was also worried by the uniform she had to wear. It was one thing that the girls had to wear uniforms, and the boys in the adjoining school, but for the teachers to have to dress like this was rather humiliating. Still, Aurora had met many of the teachers and most of them had been there for several years and looked very happy. And they didn't worry about the uniform.

So Aurora slid the white mesh stockings up her long, shapely legs, watching in the mirror how the skin-hugging nylon set off the curves of her thighs and calves. Then came the little white and pink bodice, with the lacy straps down to the stockings tops. The bodice stopped just short of her lovely full tits and ended above her tight, swelling ass. When she had fastened all the hooks, Aurora stared at herself in the mirror. It was too blatantly sexual and Aurora didn't like that.