Worried about her son Eric and having to drop her husband William off at college for the day (sometime, the Andersons had to get a second car, she thought) Martha barely got to Moon Lake Elementary School in time for the start of the Teachers In Service Day.
She walked through the employee entrance, and was greeted by a stunning blonde at least five inches taller than her in a business suit that was cut tighter than needed. Down girl! You're on duty! Martha warned herself, with both the werecat and bi- sides of her personality highly interested in finding out what might be beneath that outfit.
"Hello, I'm Jennifer Grant, Vice Principal, but everyone calls me Jenn when there's no students around. And you are?" she asked.
"Martha Anderson. Currently a sub who has yet to have a class, and hopefully your latest third grade teacher once I earn my recertification next Spring."
"Anderson..." muttered Jennifer, looking at a clipboard. "Here we are, under the subs. Sorry we've yet to have the pleasure of your company, I'm sure you'll be a great addition to our staff," added the Vice Principal, while reaching down to a card table to give Martha a temporary ID badge and a packet of material covering the day's seminars.
Martha couldn't help noticing that Grant did NOT wear a wedding ring on either hand, and had the tantalizing scent of aroused were-cougar coming from her.
"Coffee and donuts are in the cafeteria, where we'll be having our classes, starting at 8:30. You made it right on time," said Grant, looking at the hallway clock that said it was 7:59. "We do like promptness here. Unfortunately, I have to stay for a bit in case of stragglers, otherwise I'd be happy to show you around," she added with a smile. "Go down the hall, first right, last left, or just follow your nose," said Jennifer with a wink, acknowledging that Martha was a sister were.
"Thank you," said Martha, shaking Grant's hand.
But as Martha started to walk away, she couldn't help hearing a low purr of pleasure coming from the woman behind her, which made Martha smile and blush at the same time.
You're on duty. You're on duty.
So far the meet and greet in the cafeteria went well. Except for the other elementary school substitute teacher in attendance, a nice older weredog named Jones, all the teachers and staff present knew everyone else.Martha exchanged a few pleasantries on her way to get a tall decaf.
Then, as she approached pastry display...
"Well, a new face!" said someone behind Martha, as she was helping herself to a Boston creme to go with her coffee.
She turned to see a petite red head that reminded her a LOT of Frances Twist. What is this, test the new girl day? wondered Martha, as she smelled the scent of interested werevixen coming from Dawn Hale, fourth grade teacher.
What Martha was unaware of, having met so few thus far in her short time as a were, was that there were more bi females in Moon Lake than just Samantha and Frances Twist or Jen Decker; and of course a new bi- were female would be a natural attraction for the existing ones.
After completing introductions, Hale said, "Well, that would have to be Mrs. Sullivan. Technically, she's still very young for a weredog, but she married an older were who has to 'retire' next Spring to maintain his cover at a human company in Seattle. They're planning a long cruise together. One of those romantic, see the world, bucket list things. So she'll be gone for at least a year, but then they plan to come back to Moon Lake to live out their golden years."
"So, does that mean that the vacancy I hope to earn and fill will only be temporary?" asked a concerned Martha.
"No dear," said Hale, patting Martha's shoulder maybe a little more tenderly than necessary. "Harriet wants to become a sub to spend more time with Larry whenever they get back. So as long as you earn your recertification and nothing else happens between now and then, you're a shoe in!"
"That's good to know, and I wish her well," said Martha, as Moon Lake Elementary School Principal Samuel Johnson announced the first seminar would begin in five minutes.