rawkchik
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OOC: Roles of girls filled by StagedFright.
Miss Brown
Aged 32
5 ft 9in
135 lbs
36C
Appearance: Short but painstakingly groomed dark black hair that complements her similarly coloured eyes and light skin. Has high cheekbones and wears no make-up besides bright red lipstick. Normally wears a long, tight skirt and revealing shirt.
IC: In my job I always liked looking at the students. It's hard not too when the college I work at is blessed with having some of the most gorgeous females outside of the OC. Looking at them is the only thing to do when you're supervising a test, over an hour of scraping pencils and silent screams of frustration. So I stood and sat, occasionally moving in between desks as if I was checking the student's collective concentration. In fact I only moved to a certain desk if I wanted to get a better look at a short skirt, or a more revealing view of some cleavage.
Despite my admittedly perverted looks at those placed in my care, nothing much else occured. So I returned to my seat at the front of the class, to sit in silence with the rest. That's when I heard the whisper, so quiet, but enough to disturb myself and a couple of other students. Remaning quiet for a few more seconds to see if the whisper would get a reply, I quietly rose to my feet.
Miss Brown
Aged 32
5 ft 9in
135 lbs
36C
Appearance: Short but painstakingly groomed dark black hair that complements her similarly coloured eyes and light skin. Has high cheekbones and wears no make-up besides bright red lipstick. Normally wears a long, tight skirt and revealing shirt.
IC: In my job I always liked looking at the students. It's hard not too when the college I work at is blessed with having some of the most gorgeous females outside of the OC. Looking at them is the only thing to do when you're supervising a test, over an hour of scraping pencils and silent screams of frustration. So I stood and sat, occasionally moving in between desks as if I was checking the student's collective concentration. In fact I only moved to a certain desk if I wanted to get a better look at a short skirt, or a more revealing view of some cleavage.
Despite my admittedly perverted looks at those placed in my care, nothing much else occured. So I returned to my seat at the front of the class, to sit in silence with the rest. That's when I heard the whisper, so quiet, but enough to disturb myself and a couple of other students. Remaning quiet for a few more seconds to see if the whisper would get a reply, I quietly rose to my feet.
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