"You can go in now Mrs Chen!" the receptionist smiled as she pointed to the Dean's door.
Jill Chen nodded somewhat nervously and putting down the magazine that she had been reading, she grabbed her handbag and jacket and walked quickly into the open office.
John Richards, surveyed the young petite woman who walked into his office. Half Chinese, half Japanese she had a striking countenance and beautiful long silky hair. Her waist was slim and the tight fitting blouse tucked into her skirt only served to accentuate the disparity between her narrow hips and her breasts which were undeniably large for an Asian woman. Her high heels pushed her hips forward giving her beautiful stature showing off her figure and making her appear taller than she was.
"Please," he said trying not to let his gaze linger on the young woman's chest, motioning to the chair in front of his desk, "I'm afraid Mrs Chen that I am a little short of time this evening. What is it that I can help you with?"
Richards listened as the woman spoke in very fluent English with a slightly affected American accent. Perhaps she had been educated in Singapore or abroad. As he surveyed her son's file he glanced occasionally over the woman's lap watching the long slender thighs beneath her skirt and the slim forearms emerging from the three quarter length sleeves of the pristine white blouse.
"... so I was really wondering if you might consider allowing Alex to take the test again?" the woman looked at him anxiously.
"Mrs Chen, here at Balivore we pride ourselves on our academic excellence. There have been many mothers and fathers who have sat where you are sitting now who have offered me all sort of incentives to accept their children here. I understand why. This school far from offering a superb education is virtually free of all bad elements. There are no drugs, gangs, illicit activities of any sort. But you have to understand that we only manage to achieve that through careful selection of the students themselves. It is their desire to learn that keeps them interested in school and away from all the other bad elements."
The woman looked across the table dejected and desperate. "I know, but Alex does want to learn, he is a good kid ..."
"Mrs Chen, no-one said Alex isn't a good kid, he simply isn't at the level at this point to be able to manage in one of our classes. You might consider next year, I can give you the names of some excellent tutors ..."
"Please," Mrs Chen pleaded "I'll tutor him myself, I'll make sure he does the work, I ..."
Richards interrupted her. "Jill, isn't it? Look, please don't take this the wrong way but we have to consider the other children. Alex would require extra attention and that means everyone else would get less! I'm sorry but ..."
"Why Janet Edwards then?" the young woman stated angrily.
"I'm sorry?" said the Dean.
"Janet Edwards, Sarah Edwards daughter. You accepted her. Alex was ahead of her in every class at Charleston, how did she get in?"
The Dean looked across at Jill, closing the file in front of him and taking a deep breath. "Sarah, Janet, that was a very special case. Sarah is an exceptionally good mother and went to extreme lengths to ensure Janet got the necessary grades."
"So will I", said Jill defiantly, leaning forward and placing her hands on the desk.
"Mrs Chen, you'll forgive me if I say I doubt that. We all like to think that we are good parents and that we have our children's best interests at heart, but few of us have the dedication of women like Sarah."
"I would do anything for my son Mr. Edwards"
"Jill, are you a good mother, do you cater to Alex's every need?"
"Yes!" said Jill.
"Hmmm, okay! Are you a good wife?"
"I'm sorry?" said Jill, confused at the sudden change of question.
The Dean looked at her. She's seen that look in men before. On the subway, in the street. She'd seen it in her husbands eyes just before he penetrated her for the first time on their wedding night. She had been barely 19 rushed into the marriage by her parents who saw a future for her with an American overseas. She had cried out as he violated her, her screams drowning out the sound of the TV in the lounge below. Her moans and whimpers matching the rhythm of his powerful thrusts, echoing the sounds of the headboard hitting the wall, the bouncing of the bed springs and the creaking of the floor boards. Her parents had stayed downstairs until the early hours. Even when broadcasting had finished and the TV went silent they listened to the radio. But even then Jill knew that they heard each thrust each moan every loud lustful groan of her husbands orgasms as he pumped his seed into her, claiming his young wife. Five times he took her, the last as vigorously as the first and the next day her mother nodded at her knowingly as if pleased that she had managed to satisfied her older and more experienced husband.
Her thoughts were stopped by the sound of the Dean's next probing question. "Are you a good wife Jill? Do you satisfy your husband's every need? How do you do that Jill? Do you put on something sexy spread your legs and let him fuck you to satisfy himself? Or do you kneel down and take him in your mouth, suck him until he loses control and comes in your throat?"
"I, ... what" Jill was speechless.
Jill Chen nodded somewhat nervously and putting down the magazine that she had been reading, she grabbed her handbag and jacket and walked quickly into the open office.
John Richards, surveyed the young petite woman who walked into his office. Half Chinese, half Japanese she had a striking countenance and beautiful long silky hair. Her waist was slim and the tight fitting blouse tucked into her skirt only served to accentuate the disparity between her narrow hips and her breasts which were undeniably large for an Asian woman. Her high heels pushed her hips forward giving her beautiful stature showing off her figure and making her appear taller than she was.
"Please," he said trying not to let his gaze linger on the young woman's chest, motioning to the chair in front of his desk, "I'm afraid Mrs Chen that I am a little short of time this evening. What is it that I can help you with?"
Richards listened as the woman spoke in very fluent English with a slightly affected American accent. Perhaps she had been educated in Singapore or abroad. As he surveyed her son's file he glanced occasionally over the woman's lap watching the long slender thighs beneath her skirt and the slim forearms emerging from the three quarter length sleeves of the pristine white blouse.
"... so I was really wondering if you might consider allowing Alex to take the test again?" the woman looked at him anxiously.
"Mrs Chen, here at Balivore we pride ourselves on our academic excellence. There have been many mothers and fathers who have sat where you are sitting now who have offered me all sort of incentives to accept their children here. I understand why. This school far from offering a superb education is virtually free of all bad elements. There are no drugs, gangs, illicit activities of any sort. But you have to understand that we only manage to achieve that through careful selection of the students themselves. It is their desire to learn that keeps them interested in school and away from all the other bad elements."
The woman looked across the table dejected and desperate. "I know, but Alex does want to learn, he is a good kid ..."
"Mrs Chen, no-one said Alex isn't a good kid, he simply isn't at the level at this point to be able to manage in one of our classes. You might consider next year, I can give you the names of some excellent tutors ..."
"Please," Mrs Chen pleaded "I'll tutor him myself, I'll make sure he does the work, I ..."
Richards interrupted her. "Jill, isn't it? Look, please don't take this the wrong way but we have to consider the other children. Alex would require extra attention and that means everyone else would get less! I'm sorry but ..."
"Why Janet Edwards then?" the young woman stated angrily.
"I'm sorry?" said the Dean.
"Janet Edwards, Sarah Edwards daughter. You accepted her. Alex was ahead of her in every class at Charleston, how did she get in?"
The Dean looked across at Jill, closing the file in front of him and taking a deep breath. "Sarah, Janet, that was a very special case. Sarah is an exceptionally good mother and went to extreme lengths to ensure Janet got the necessary grades."
"So will I", said Jill defiantly, leaning forward and placing her hands on the desk.
"Mrs Chen, you'll forgive me if I say I doubt that. We all like to think that we are good parents and that we have our children's best interests at heart, but few of us have the dedication of women like Sarah."
"I would do anything for my son Mr. Edwards"
"Jill, are you a good mother, do you cater to Alex's every need?"
"Yes!" said Jill.
"Hmmm, okay! Are you a good wife?"
"I'm sorry?" said Jill, confused at the sudden change of question.
The Dean looked at her. She's seen that look in men before. On the subway, in the street. She'd seen it in her husbands eyes just before he penetrated her for the first time on their wedding night. She had been barely 19 rushed into the marriage by her parents who saw a future for her with an American overseas. She had cried out as he violated her, her screams drowning out the sound of the TV in the lounge below. Her moans and whimpers matching the rhythm of his powerful thrusts, echoing the sounds of the headboard hitting the wall, the bouncing of the bed springs and the creaking of the floor boards. Her parents had stayed downstairs until the early hours. Even when broadcasting had finished and the TV went silent they listened to the radio. But even then Jill knew that they heard each thrust each moan every loud lustful groan of her husbands orgasms as he pumped his seed into her, claiming his young wife. Five times he took her, the last as vigorously as the first and the next day her mother nodded at her knowingly as if pleased that she had managed to satisfied her older and more experienced husband.
Her thoughts were stopped by the sound of the Dean's next probing question. "Are you a good wife Jill? Do you satisfy your husband's every need? How do you do that Jill? Do you put on something sexy spread your legs and let him fuck you to satisfy himself? Or do you kneel down and take him in your mouth, suck him until he loses control and comes in your throat?"
"I, ... what" Jill was speechless.
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