William Cyr - The Headmaster

"I don't think we should talk here," Frank told her. "Perhaps there's some place we could be alone."

Elizabeth's eyes lit up with promise. "We could go to my apartment," she told him. "It's within walking distance."

Outside the restaurant, Frank was keenly aware of the sharp click of her high heels on the sidewalk. She was wearing black patent leather spike heels and pointed toes and, despite the hosiery shortage, sheer dark brown nylons. He had noted earlier that her stocking seams were perfectly vertical, and emphasized the swelling curvaceousness of her full calves.

Her apartment proved to be small but comfortable, and also quite well furnished for a working girl. Elizabeth smiled at him as she switched on the lights. "Housing conditions being what they are, I'm lucky to have my own place," she told him.

"Quite nice. Quite nice," Frank observed quietly, taking a quick look around.

"Sit down and I'll bring you a liqueur," she suggested.

Frank seated himself in a comfortable chair, and watched her curvaceous bottom jiggling under her navy blue skirt as she disappeared from the room. She returned in a moment with the drinks, and placed them on a small coffee table in front of him. Picking up his drink, Frank pretended not to notice as she seated herself across from him and crossed her shapely legs with a flash of nylon.

"Now tell me what you're planning," she told him. "And what part I'm supposed to play in it."

"There are seven girls sharing an apartment," he told her, naming a location a few blocks away. "All of the intelligence people are sure that Erica is one of those girls, but they don't know which one. Now I'm told that there's room for one more girl in that apartment, and that's where you come in. We can arrange to have you meet one of the girls and sign on as an additional roommate. Now, what kind of a cover story do you have?"

Sipping lightly on her liqueur, Elizabeth was leaning back comfortably and slowly swinging her free leg back and forth. Her blue skirt had started to ride up, and Frank could catch a glimpse of the darker portions of her stockings.

Suspecting that she was deliberately teasing him, Frank tried hard not to notice. But the irregular sex life imposed upon him by the wartime conditions left him continually susceptible to feminine charms, and he could already feel the initial stirrings of a potential erection.

"I came here in nineteen-thirty-eight when my uncle was elected to Congress," Elizabeth told him. "I was his secretary."

From the way she hesitated before pronouncing the final word, Frank wondered if mistress might not have been a more appropriate description of her duties.

"He was defeated when he ran for re-election in nineteen-forty and went back home," she continued. "However, I stayed and took a position with the Bureau." A sudden flicker of a smile crossed her face as she spoke, as if she had at that instant become aware of the stimulating effect she was having on her English visitor.

"Well, you'll have to work out some kind of a story," Frank told her, not bothering with the details. "Make them think you're a new girl in town or something."

"Okay, But how do I go about finding out which one is Erica, assuming she's there?" she asked. "Why can't you just pick her out yourself?"

Frank shook his head. "No, they've shown me pictures of all the girls and I can't pick her out."

"Then why did they bring you all the way over here?" Elizabeth asked.

"It seems to me that she'll recognize you first and put some strychnine in your tea."

"There's always that danger," Frank agreed. "But I was sent here because I could recognize things about Erica that others couldn't." He spoke slowly, obviously trying to speak in the most discreet fashion possible.

"She obviously had a face lift, but there are other areas of her body that…"

"So it's that way?" Elizabeth interrupted as she suddenly grasped the true nature of the relationship between the headmaster and his former pupil.

"Yes," Frank readily admitted. "And I know what things get her going, what things turn her on. For example, she has certain Lesbian tendencies that can get the best of her under certain circumstances."

Elizabeth's cheeks suddenly flashed a bright crimson. "You don't think that I'm…" she fumed.

"You may have to pretend," he told her. "But Erica has an even bigger hang-up. Nothing turns her on like a good hot spanking!"

For a moment Elizabeth looked at him in an uncomprehending manner, as if she were waiting for him to finish the punch line of a joke. "So what?" she finally asked. "You just can't go around spanking girls…"

"I have a plan," Frank told her quietly. "One that I think will work."

"Let me get another round of drinks and then you can tell me about it,"

Elizabeth told him, giving him a brief glimpse of white thigh as she uncrossed her legs to get up.

Frank watched her leave the room, noting from the way that her provocative bottom jounced under her skirt that she was obviously wearing a garter belt rather than a girdle to hold up her stockings. By this time he found himself with a firm erection that was becoming difficult to conceal. Elizabeth returned with another round of drinks and, seating herself, crossed her legs with little attempt to control her skirt. Her stockings ended a little more than half-way up her thighs, revealing carnation-white flesh that contrasted vividly with the black suspenders of her garter belt. The stocking bands were wide, about a quarter of the length of her entire thigh, with two distinct shades melding into each other.

"All right, tell me your plan!" she told him, giving him a candid downward glance that indirectly informed him that she was aware of his erection.

Swinging her leather-clad foot back and forth in a thoroughly distracting fashion, Elizabeth listened first with disbelief and then with almost unconcealed amusement as Frank outlined his plan to her.

"It'll never work," she told him when he had finished. "These are grown women. In their twenties. They'd never agree to something that wild."

"Yes, they will," Frank told her confidently. "If necessary, we can tip off some of the girls so that they can pretend to go along with it."

"Well, we can try it at least," Elizabeth agreed.

The business portion of their meeting obviously having ended, there was a brief silence as each waited for the other to make the next move.

"Now that business is over for the time being, perhaps it's time for some pleasure!" Frank told her.

"Perhaps!" Elizabeth smiled, flashing a seductive glance at him.

Frank quickly moved to a seated position beside her on the couch, his bulging erection quite apparent. Elizabeth slipped her slender arms around his neck and pulled his face down to hers in a long, lingering kiss. Her full, sensuous lips tasted sweet and receptive, and she gradually opened them so that their tongues could meet. With a quick, darting movement, she skimmed the warm tip of her tongue around the inside of his mouth.

"You're a very attractive young woman," Frank told her, his hand brushing against her sheer nylons as he began pulling up her navy blue skirt. She made no attempt to stop him and in a moment her skirt was up over the darker bands of her stockings, revealing white thighs and garter belt suspenders.

"How do you like these nylons?" Elizabeth asked, extending her legs together so that he could view their entire length. "They're really hard to get."

"Well, why don't you leave them on while I make love to you?" Frank suggested with a smile.

"Okay!" she agreed, her amused laugh indicating that she had no objection to accommodating such a harmless fetish. "But you'll have to take off all your clothes!"

"Fair enough!" Frank agreed.

As his pretty hostess sat watching with her skirt pulled up over the tops of her stockings, he quickly began peeling off all of his clothing.