I felt a throbbing pulse against the side of my skull, those who knew I had just flown in the day before, would diagnose jet lag. The wretched demon in my head, hammered at my skull either wanting out or another drink.<em>No time for that now</em>I moved around my suite (#1), unpacking my clothing and setting it up for the new semester.<em>Maybe one more drink...</em>Moving over to my bed, I unzipped  one of the leather suitcases and pulled out a wooden barrel cask of aged scotch. One for me, one for the teacher's lounge. I scanned the room and cursed my luck, not a single glass or hint of ice in sight. Settling in would have to wait, I needed a drink to dull the nerves.<br/><br/>I rubbed my chin with my thumb and index finger, frowning at the filled in shadow that I was cursed with. No time for a proper shave, elctric machines and typicals razors irritated my skin. Nothing like a barber's razor and a shaving brush to get the job done, that would have to wait. With a little luck I might be able to convince Miss Miriam to take care of everything below the waist for me in the later evening. The inspection can to an end after I quickly and neatly redid my tie and slipped my jacket back over my shoulders, at an early age I learned that any man worth a damn always presented himself well.<br/>(http://graphics8.nytimes.com/images/2006/09/21/fashion/21code.2.190.jpg)<br/><br/>With the cask in hand, I set a course for the teacher's lounge after stopping at the kitchen and requested a glassful of ice. Pouring myself a glass full of amber relief, I swirled the glass in hand before drinking it down in one shot. As I was about to go in for a second drink, the angelic sound of Miriam filled my head.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=41483.msg2033462#msg2033462">Quote from: Haibane on 10-07-2009, 12:28:23</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">MIRIAM BAUDELAIRE<br/><strong>"Ari, Roger, the new student has arrived. Please would you come to my office. Thanks."</strong><br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/><em>Perfect, time to meet mommy's little girl...</em><br/>I had done my homework ahead of time, it was not rare to find the offspring of a graduate at the academy. Denise snitches was a gorgeous woman and while I had not taken part of her schooling, I looked forward to meeting her daughter.<br/><br/>Leaving the glass behind in the lounge, I made sure the door was locked before I made my way up stairs. The mobile was silenced to prevent any interruptions and tucked into my jacket before I stepped in silently with a smile across my face.<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=41483.msg2033462#msg2033462">Quote from: Haibane on 10-07-2009, 12:28:23</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">MIRIAM BAUDELAIRE<br/><strong>"Mr and Mrs Snitches, may I present my two colleagues, Arnold Shaw and Roger Corey. Along with myself we represent the teaching staff at Baudelaire's School. Some duties Claudia will undertake will be overseen by senior servants here and the senior students but we three will provide most of her education. Do not be concerned, your daughter is in firm hands."</strong><br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>I shook hands with Hugh Snitches and leaned in to kiss each side of Denise's cheeks, taking a moment to catch the scent of sex that radiated off the older woman. After a quick exchange, they were arranged to be escorted out the academy by Miriam's personal slave, Mio. The moment they cleared the door, I gave Mio's soft rear end a firm squeeze and flashed her a wink as she politely bowed at her mistress before leaving.<br/>"I want a blow job later Mio."<br/>I whispered to the amazing little cock sucker and watched as she left the room. My foot slid and secured the door in place, leaning against it as I watched both Miriam and Claudia with the faintest of smiles.<br/><br/>Miriam as always looked liked a sexual goddess in heat, if I believed in the curse of monogamy I would pitch the idea to her,luckily I did not. My focus switched to the girl who seemed to think her sense of individuality came from tossing jeans into a harvest reaper before wearing them. I shrugged and listened as she pranced the room and asked her questions.<br/><em>I am going to have fun with you...when I am done with you I will make sure you can't walk straight for a few days.</em><br/>I gave Miriam a subtle smile and nod after she refused to oblige to anything asked of her until she had her way. My hand slid down my torso and hooked into my leather belt if she needed it, doubting she would as it was her office we were in.