Tanned_babe
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Twelve months on and Elle still wasn't accustom to living in this postcard village two hours from the UK’s capital. Complete with cobbled lanes, thatched cottages with establish gardens and even the hunt trotting through the Main Street on Sunday's, proudly displaying their fox tails. No one-stop-shop supermarkets here. The young woman had to visit the green grocers for her fruit and veg, the butchers, fishmongers and bakery as required. There was one cafe, The Magpie, which was always full of upper middle class mothers with their babies on the hip of young European opears’, as they drank skinny, light vanilla lattes and ordered a Victoria sponge which usually remained untouched. Lastly, and most importantly, the Winchester Arms, Elle's local. It was a far cry from the nightlife she was used to, but the place had a certain charm.
Charm enough to keep her out until closing time on, literally, a school night. The twenty five year old had been out for drinks with the few fellow teachers who were under fifty. Oh yes, these precious children, ages five and upwards they taught had to have the best, the most experienced, most connected individuals to impart knowledge upon them. Elle was the youngest teacher at the Winchester College, the tall brunette had the usual teaching degree with an MA an Psychology to boot plus experience at a prestigious school in Hong Kong. However, it was her personality which saw her getting on so well in her current employment; she was fair, unaffected by wealth and personable.
However, as her alarm went off at 5:30am personable was the last thing, Elle felt. The spring sun was yet to creep over the horizon; nonetheless, a faint orange glow was peaked from the corner of the blind. Fumbling for her phone the young woman, blankets tangled around her bare legs, reset the device for 7:00. She could run afterwork instead.
The additional two hours in bed, poached eggs on toast and two pints of water helped the brunette shake off the previous evening's drinks. Knocking back her remaining coffee, Elle gathered up her belongings and checked her appearance in the hallway's full length mirror before leaving. The young woman was happy enough with the reflection. Her dark mane was tied into an informal knot, with whips of hair framing her pretty face and although she had minimal flesh in show, one could not help notice her good physique. Thanks to her fitness regime, her legs were toned and although at five foot six she was not excessively tall, her legs appeared long and slender when clad in those fitted black pants. Her eyes rand up her own body, adjusting the collar of the cream coloured silk shirt she had tucked into her trip waistline. She would change into heels once she reached the school, preferring to walk the 30 minutes to work when mornings such as this would allow.
"You should be in well before the children arrive in the playground, Miss Rae." Tom Yolks teased as he jogged to catch up with her. "What kind of example are you setting for the youth of today?"
"About as good a one as you, Mr Yolks. Going to show the little darlings how to down a pint in 7 seconds today?"
"No, no. That's not till next term." He smiled. Tom was a nice guy; early thirties, smart as hell- PhD in child psychology and doing a very good job of keeping himself in the closet.
The two exchanged pleasantries as the made their way towards the imposing main building of Winchester College. With a rich heritage dating back to the 1300s the all boys’ school was ‘the place’ to send one's child. He would come out well educated with an international perspective - Elle had travelled to three continents this year alone - an appreciation for economics, the arts and everything in between. Not to mention, high chances of professional success in a range of extracurricular activities.
Nonetheless, state educated Elle couldn't help feeling a pang of malcontent about the place. Just because these children had rich parents meant they got a world class eduction, more chances than their peers. Jesus, statistics showed they even lived longer! Elle had drawn a very short straw and completed teacher training at a school in Croydon in for East London. The establishment required police presence and pupils were lucky to leave with a handful of low grades. However, there was little use in feeling resentment towards Winchesters, the Year Seven's she taught were very well behaved on the whole, certainly no one had had come into class with a kitchen knife or fathered a child.
"Morning!" Elle smiled as she walked past a group of older boys who looked to be fresh off the rugby pitch. She had a sneaking suspicion that something was being said now she was out of earshot.
"Giving you a good once over." Tom confirmed.
"Oh for God Sake, they are seventeen and at an all boys school! They give Old Mrs Rowling the once over."
Scoffing, Tom and she parted ways in the direction of their respective class rooms.
The Wednesday morning was as pleasant as any morning with a slight hangover can be; French followed by Classics. Both of which the young woman managed to make a lot more interesting than they actually are to ten year olds, to the point where she had to tell them to settle down after watching a YouTube clip of an animated Ancient Greek scene and get them to translate the dialogue to Latin. "Settle down, or its back to reading I Claudius from cover to cover!" Smirking when she got the desired reaction from all but a couple of boys who were still attempting to reenact the clip. "Right, you three! One more word and you'll be in here over lunch." She chided, eyeing the boys as they sat back down.
It wasn't until after lunchtime that Elle's day started to go downhill. First she was chastised by a fellow teacher, considerably older than her, for using 'The Interweb' as a teaching tool. "I don't know what you think you're playing at? We want our boys to be well rounded and educated, not like the dross you see on the streets today- unable to talk to one another, listening to the nnnsss nnnsss nnnsss music. Encouraging that sort of behaviour is all you're doing, young lady!" She scolded in an accent that would not be out of place had a royal have used it.
Sighing, Elle had, with great difficulty, held her tongue. Some people were too disconnected by reality to bother with. Nonetheless, she took great pleasure in the old woman's annoyance as she turned away and checked her phone. Eight texts, six from the same number: 'Morning El. How's your day going?'
'Last week was fun... Repeat?'
'What are you wearing?'
'Shooting on Thursday, but free tonight...'
'Come round to the cottage and we can-'
"Sexting at work, Miss Rae!!" Tom hissed in her ear making her jump and hide her phone screen with the palm of her hand.
"Jesus, Tom!! I almost died!" She snapped at him. "Look at these!" She thrust her iPhone onto his lap.
"Who even asks 'What are you wearing? These days? I mean come on!" He scowled at the phone. "That's the trouble in this village." He said sagely, you can't have a bonk with anyone, it's too small, there's no escape."
"We didn't 'have a bonk'!" She said defensively, "I kissed him, more to get him to stop talking about killing animals than anything else."
"Oh come off it, Ellie. No one would ask what clothes you are wearing if they hadn't seen you without any!" To which the brunette responded with a look similar to the one she used to chastise her pupils. "Ok fine. I believe you. Must be because he thinks you're his bit of rough. You underclass girls would be up for anything." He smirked, nudging her.
Despite her colleague’s attempts to lighten the mood, by the time the brunette got back to class her mood had darkened. Her disposition further exacerbated by the same boys, Harry, Edward and Noah, who were disruptive earlier, appearing back to the classroom late and looking very ruffled.
"What happened to you three?" She snapped as they sauntered in.
She was met with a moment’s silence before, "Nothing, Miss." said Harry looking at his shoes. He at least had the decency to blush.
"Nothing, eh? A strong gust of wind was it." At this, Noah giggled before stifling it when he was met by the teacher’s glare.
"Go straighten yourselves up and if I hear there's been complaints of any fighting I’m flagging you three right away. Now, back in 5 minutes or there's trouble."
At this the three boys scurried off. Edward and Noah were thick as thieves and were as disruptive as young children at Winchester got. It wasn't surprising, the children of famous footballers usually were a bit of a handful. Harry on the other hand had seemed to become more disruptive of late. He was relatively new at the school and hadn’t lost much of his American accent yet. He’s be better teaming up with another group of boys. Miss Rae had highlighted this to Behaviour Support; there was little more she could do.
"Right, now that everyone's back." Her dark eyes glancing towards the offenders, "We'll go over your essays on Macbeth. Joseph, you can go first." Elle walked from the front of the room into the body of the classroom, her heels clicking off the stone floor as she moved and sat at an empty desk. "Now I want all of you to take constructive notes on each other's work. Tomorrow we'll have a feedback session."
The eleven year old rose from his seat and either the confidence one gets through private education was able to dissect Act Four of Shakespeare's work. "Good work, Joseph." Elle smiles, genuinely impressed. "Muhammad, you're up."
Elle's mood was just about improving, this exercise was challenging, and really showed how much the boys had learnt in the past eight months, however this optimism was short lived as movement caught her. She interrupted the current speaker before making her was over to, Harry.
"Give it over, Harry." She snapped, her local accent seeping contaminating that of her usual polished tone.
"It's nothing, Miss Rae. Honest." He muttered.
"Give me the note in your hand, Harry. Now." She said holding out a neatly manicured hand before casting a disapproving glance in Noah's direction. "Now, Harry!" He jumped at her raised voice and placed the note softly into her hand. Elle cast her eyes over the few words and sighed. "Go see the Headmaster. I'm sure your parents will be very disappointed."
"Miss Rae, please. I-"
"What, Harry? What possible justification do you have for this?" Elle demanded, holding up the note, folded so the other children couldn't see it.
"Well, you are." He shrugged, muttering that, "All the boys say they'd like to."
"Harry, get out of my classroom, please." She sighed watching the small figure get up from his desk as move towards the door.
Charm enough to keep her out until closing time on, literally, a school night. The twenty five year old had been out for drinks with the few fellow teachers who were under fifty. Oh yes, these precious children, ages five and upwards they taught had to have the best, the most experienced, most connected individuals to impart knowledge upon them. Elle was the youngest teacher at the Winchester College, the tall brunette had the usual teaching degree with an MA an Psychology to boot plus experience at a prestigious school in Hong Kong. However, it was her personality which saw her getting on so well in her current employment; she was fair, unaffected by wealth and personable.
However, as her alarm went off at 5:30am personable was the last thing, Elle felt. The spring sun was yet to creep over the horizon; nonetheless, a faint orange glow was peaked from the corner of the blind. Fumbling for her phone the young woman, blankets tangled around her bare legs, reset the device for 7:00. She could run afterwork instead.
The additional two hours in bed, poached eggs on toast and two pints of water helped the brunette shake off the previous evening's drinks. Knocking back her remaining coffee, Elle gathered up her belongings and checked her appearance in the hallway's full length mirror before leaving. The young woman was happy enough with the reflection. Her dark mane was tied into an informal knot, with whips of hair framing her pretty face and although she had minimal flesh in show, one could not help notice her good physique. Thanks to her fitness regime, her legs were toned and although at five foot six she was not excessively tall, her legs appeared long and slender when clad in those fitted black pants. Her eyes rand up her own body, adjusting the collar of the cream coloured silk shirt she had tucked into her trip waistline. She would change into heels once she reached the school, preferring to walk the 30 minutes to work when mornings such as this would allow.
"You should be in well before the children arrive in the playground, Miss Rae." Tom Yolks teased as he jogged to catch up with her. "What kind of example are you setting for the youth of today?"
"About as good a one as you, Mr Yolks. Going to show the little darlings how to down a pint in 7 seconds today?"
"No, no. That's not till next term." He smiled. Tom was a nice guy; early thirties, smart as hell- PhD in child psychology and doing a very good job of keeping himself in the closet.
The two exchanged pleasantries as the made their way towards the imposing main building of Winchester College. With a rich heritage dating back to the 1300s the all boys’ school was ‘the place’ to send one's child. He would come out well educated with an international perspective - Elle had travelled to three continents this year alone - an appreciation for economics, the arts and everything in between. Not to mention, high chances of professional success in a range of extracurricular activities.
Nonetheless, state educated Elle couldn't help feeling a pang of malcontent about the place. Just because these children had rich parents meant they got a world class eduction, more chances than their peers. Jesus, statistics showed they even lived longer! Elle had drawn a very short straw and completed teacher training at a school in Croydon in for East London. The establishment required police presence and pupils were lucky to leave with a handful of low grades. However, there was little use in feeling resentment towards Winchesters, the Year Seven's she taught were very well behaved on the whole, certainly no one had had come into class with a kitchen knife or fathered a child.
"Morning!" Elle smiled as she walked past a group of older boys who looked to be fresh off the rugby pitch. She had a sneaking suspicion that something was being said now she was out of earshot.
"Giving you a good once over." Tom confirmed.
"Oh for God Sake, they are seventeen and at an all boys school! They give Old Mrs Rowling the once over."
Scoffing, Tom and she parted ways in the direction of their respective class rooms.
The Wednesday morning was as pleasant as any morning with a slight hangover can be; French followed by Classics. Both of which the young woman managed to make a lot more interesting than they actually are to ten year olds, to the point where she had to tell them to settle down after watching a YouTube clip of an animated Ancient Greek scene and get them to translate the dialogue to Latin. "Settle down, or its back to reading I Claudius from cover to cover!" Smirking when she got the desired reaction from all but a couple of boys who were still attempting to reenact the clip. "Right, you three! One more word and you'll be in here over lunch." She chided, eyeing the boys as they sat back down.
It wasn't until after lunchtime that Elle's day started to go downhill. First she was chastised by a fellow teacher, considerably older than her, for using 'The Interweb' as a teaching tool. "I don't know what you think you're playing at? We want our boys to be well rounded and educated, not like the dross you see on the streets today- unable to talk to one another, listening to the nnnsss nnnsss nnnsss music. Encouraging that sort of behaviour is all you're doing, young lady!" She scolded in an accent that would not be out of place had a royal have used it.
Sighing, Elle had, with great difficulty, held her tongue. Some people were too disconnected by reality to bother with. Nonetheless, she took great pleasure in the old woman's annoyance as she turned away and checked her phone. Eight texts, six from the same number: 'Morning El. How's your day going?'
'Last week was fun... Repeat?'
'What are you wearing?'
'Shooting on Thursday, but free tonight...'
'Come round to the cottage and we can-'
"Sexting at work, Miss Rae!!" Tom hissed in her ear making her jump and hide her phone screen with the palm of her hand.
"Jesus, Tom!! I almost died!" She snapped at him. "Look at these!" She thrust her iPhone onto his lap.
"Who even asks 'What are you wearing? These days? I mean come on!" He scowled at the phone. "That's the trouble in this village." He said sagely, you can't have a bonk with anyone, it's too small, there's no escape."
"We didn't 'have a bonk'!" She said defensively, "I kissed him, more to get him to stop talking about killing animals than anything else."
"Oh come off it, Ellie. No one would ask what clothes you are wearing if they hadn't seen you without any!" To which the brunette responded with a look similar to the one she used to chastise her pupils. "Ok fine. I believe you. Must be because he thinks you're his bit of rough. You underclass girls would be up for anything." He smirked, nudging her.
Despite her colleague’s attempts to lighten the mood, by the time the brunette got back to class her mood had darkened. Her disposition further exacerbated by the same boys, Harry, Edward and Noah, who were disruptive earlier, appearing back to the classroom late and looking very ruffled.
"What happened to you three?" She snapped as they sauntered in.
She was met with a moment’s silence before, "Nothing, Miss." said Harry looking at his shoes. He at least had the decency to blush.
"Nothing, eh? A strong gust of wind was it." At this, Noah giggled before stifling it when he was met by the teacher’s glare.
"Go straighten yourselves up and if I hear there's been complaints of any fighting I’m flagging you three right away. Now, back in 5 minutes or there's trouble."
At this the three boys scurried off. Edward and Noah were thick as thieves and were as disruptive as young children at Winchester got. It wasn't surprising, the children of famous footballers usually were a bit of a handful. Harry on the other hand had seemed to become more disruptive of late. He was relatively new at the school and hadn’t lost much of his American accent yet. He’s be better teaming up with another group of boys. Miss Rae had highlighted this to Behaviour Support; there was little more she could do.
"Right, now that everyone's back." Her dark eyes glancing towards the offenders, "We'll go over your essays on Macbeth. Joseph, you can go first." Elle walked from the front of the room into the body of the classroom, her heels clicking off the stone floor as she moved and sat at an empty desk. "Now I want all of you to take constructive notes on each other's work. Tomorrow we'll have a feedback session."
The eleven year old rose from his seat and either the confidence one gets through private education was able to dissect Act Four of Shakespeare's work. "Good work, Joseph." Elle smiles, genuinely impressed. "Muhammad, you're up."
Elle's mood was just about improving, this exercise was challenging, and really showed how much the boys had learnt in the past eight months, however this optimism was short lived as movement caught her. She interrupted the current speaker before making her was over to, Harry.
"Give it over, Harry." She snapped, her local accent seeping contaminating that of her usual polished tone.
"It's nothing, Miss Rae. Honest." He muttered.
"Give me the note in your hand, Harry. Now." She said holding out a neatly manicured hand before casting a disapproving glance in Noah's direction. "Now, Harry!" He jumped at her raised voice and placed the note softly into her hand. Elle cast her eyes over the few words and sighed. "Go see the Headmaster. I'm sure your parents will be very disappointed."
"Miss Rae, please. I-"
"What, Harry? What possible justification do you have for this?" Elle demanded, holding up the note, folded so the other children couldn't see it.
"Well, you are." He shrugged, muttering that, "All the boys say they'd like to."
"Harry, get out of my classroom, please." She sighed watching the small figure get up from his desk as move towards the door.