The Bernheim Academy Project
Chapter One
Kerry was nearer to fifty-three now than fifty, although she was aware others put her at about forty. A marriage failure of close to a year now, and a recent decision to quit a sales job going nowhere had left her wondering what lay ahead as far as covering living expenses and her daughter’s residential private school tuition fees were concerned. But then by chance an email from the employment agency detailing an opportunity sounding just too good to be true found its way to her inbox. Just a couple of images needed to accompany her CV, and an interview was apparently a certainty. It didn’t matter if they were selfies in the mirror, as they certainly needed to be if she was to respond in the very short one-hour window afforded her, so to the bathroom she went to take one full length frontal, and the other side-on, a sort of profile capture. At five-feet four inches she’d prefer to be a bit taller, but comfortable in the looks department as she was still, for she had in her time been quite hot, if she might say so herself. Nice shapely breasts she carried, along with long blonde hair, but the profile pic requirement caused her a little concern as she’d become just a bit conscious of late of her rear, it having become a little larger perhaps as it once was. And why an image of her side-on full length anyway, she wondered, for what was described as a Service Assistant position. Still, if it got her through the door for an interview she was confident her other assets would be an advantage. Proud of her tits as she was, and she’d certainly wear the right bra to accentuate them, it was the personality that had seen her through many an interview in her time that she remained confident of. So, with images attached to the CV, off by return mail well within the hour, all that remained on that was to wait, fingers crossed. The salary being offered was more than enough to maintain the sort of lifestyle she’d become accustomed to.
The invitation to an interview had come within an hour of her reply the day before, and now she was on her way to The Bernheim Academy on the other side of the City to attend it. A ninety minute rush-hour drive, admittedly, but the daily commute would be worth it at that salary. She pulled into the Academy grounds on eighty five minutes. At 11am, as it was, it was outside of rush hour of course, so maybe a little longer than she’d hoped it might then be if she secured the position. She entered through the main door into a sort of lobby. She wasn’t much into historical architecture, but put the building at maybe at least a century old. There was a desk straight ahead a few yards in with a woman sitting side-on tapping away at a keyboard. Kerry put her at about thirty. Blonde, and very attractive. “Good morning” Kerry said as she approached the desk. The woman turned and Kerry could see a name tag bearing Diana on it. “Hello Diana” Kerry added, “I’m here for an interview, but I’m afraid I don’t have a name. Well, I do. It’s Kerry actually” she said with a smile. “It’s who I’m seeing I don’t exactly know.” “Good morning, Kerry,” Diana responded, with a big smile exposing shining white teeth in perfect order. “Yes, you’ll be seeing the Principal, Madam Crystale. I’ll let her know you’re here. Take a seat, while you wait. Can I get you a drink? Coffee? Tea? Something stronger?” Diana asked with yet another smile. “Yes, I’d like some tea please,” Kerry replied. “Milk, and a sweetener rather than sugar if you can, please.” “I’ll arrange that for you now. Do please take a seat” Diana said as she picked up a phone and began to announce Kerry’s arrival and tea requirements. The tea arrived quickly and tasted terribly bitter, but Kerry was thirsty, brought on she guessed by a little nervousness. This was going to be a very important opportunity she felt, and naturally nervous because of this. “Madam Crystale will see you now, Kerry, if you’d like to go up the stairs to the second floor. There’s only two floors above ground. When you get to the top turn right, and Madam’s office is at the far end in front of you. You’ll know the door as it’s the only one painted red.” Somewhat surprised that she was making her way up unaccompanied, Kerry nonetheless made her way as directed. She found the red door as she’d been told she would, and knocked on it. It automatically opened, and she heard a voice say “Hello Kerry. Come on in.” As Kerry stepped in she could see that the room was quite large. A conference table immediately to her left with maybe ten chairs around it. As she looked around to the right she first glanced at two settees facing each other in the middle of the room across a coffee table between them, and at the far end a large desk behind which a woman was sitting, but who rose as soon as she saw Kerry had entered. They walked towards each other and when close enough each extended their right hand for that traditional shake whereupon the woman said “Yes, hello Kerry. I’m Crystale. Thank you for coming in.” Kerry wanted to respond immediately but was distracted by the feeling in her hand as Madam Crystale took hold of it. A sort of shock would be the best way to describe it. Not severe enough to hurt, but sufficient to take notice of. And there was a sort of residue left on Kerry’s palm and fingers, or so she thought as she rubbed the tips of her thumb and fingers together and was certain she could feel something. She was still subtly rubbing her thumb across the tips of her fingers when she finally responded “Thank you for inviting me.” “Come and sit in front of the desk for a few minutes whilst we have a look at the very interesting CV you’ve submitted to us here,” Madam Crystale sort of directed her, and Kerry sat down in an armchair in front of the desk. Quite low she thought, but fully aware, she was, of the intention in this for the interviewee to feel the subordinate party by looking up at the interviewer. A little interviewing psychology she was all too familiar with. The following few minutes were spent discussing former employments, including the most recent attempt at selling which had not materialised as had been hoped, and Madam Crystale seemed to accept this without issue. Then there was the more personal stuff, including the reasons behind the marriage break-up, the daughter at a residential private school, and Kerry’s present situation regarding any boyfriend, or girlfriend for that matter, Madam Crystale had been careful to establish to save any embarrassment, or so she said. And then there was the advice that this particular appointment was part-residential. Any successful applicant was expected to stay at the Academy Monday through to Friday nights, which Kerry considered hadn’t been made clear in the job description. Kerry had pointed out that she’d not long started another relationship, and wasn’t sure whether a part-residential position would suit this, although Madam Crystale was certain that it would. Then there was the tea again. That awful tea she’d had downstairs, but Kerry felt she couldn’t refuse, and downed it as quickly as she could to lessen the hardship of the bitter taste, but then had another soon afterwards, somehow getting used to it. At one point Madam Crystale came around to the front of the desk to continue the exchange. Kerry started to notice her more then. Tall, about five feet eight inches, Kerry estimated. About sixty years of age, but possibly older and looking good for it. Very slim with firm looking breasts. C-Cup, maybe D-Cup, and Kerry started to focus on them for longer that she felt she should have. Short dark cropped hair Madam Crystale had, with immaculately applied make-up. Black lipstick though, and Kerry started to focus on her lips as well. Then her eyes. Green. Her eyes were very green, and piercing, like they were burning into her mind. Kerry felt she’d lost focus for a few moments, hadn’t remembered the questions she’d been asked, and certainly forgotten the answers. Was she sure it was a boyfriend she had, and not a girlfriend, she thought she’d been asked, and no, of course it wasn’t a girlfriend. Then Madam Crystale moved forward from resting on the desk and turned to move back round to the chair behind it. Kerry started focussing on the arse in the tight black leather skirt now moving round the desk. She imagined what it would be like in the flesh without the leather covering it. She wondered what it might be like burying her tongue between the cheeks. What would it taste like, she thought? Then it disappeared round the desk and Kerry was suddenly able to focus again. What the fuck, she thought. What’s going on, she wondered. Never before had the remotest lesbian thought entered her mind, and here she was imagining herself rimming this stranger in front of her. She needed to go. She must get out, Kerry was certain of that, but she remained seated. Waiting. Waiting to be told that she could go. “Now, Kerry, it has been a very positive exchange here don’t you think?” Madam Crystale asked. “Yes, yes it has,” Kerry responded. “So how do you feel about servicing the students here? This is an all-male academy with students aged between eighteen and twenty-one. It’s full-time residential for them, you see, and their studies require maximum focus. As a Service Assistant you’ll be called upon to assist in serving their needs as and when required, and what we’ve been looking for is an attractive mature blonde woman without the burden of a marriage or other family responsibilities that might restrict their ability to stay in residence during the week. This will suit you won’t it? It is what you want to do, isn’t it Kerry?” “Yes, yes it is,” Kerry responded. She felt more than capable of carrying out this particular role. She’d been told there’d be on the job training as well. And the salary. It was so much more than seemed available elsewhere. “That’s very good to hear, Kerry,” Madam Crystale assured her. “Now what I suggest is we meet again. As it’s Friday I say Monday evening at six when I can introduce you to other staff members and a couple of students, as I’d want them to provide some input after getting to know you a little before we make a final decision. Our students’ input is paramount in choosing our Service Assistants, which I’m sure you’ll understand?” “Yes, I do. I do” responded Kerry, and with that Madam Crystale rose to come back round the desk and reached Kerry as she too was rising from her chair. Madam Crystale offered her hand and Kerry took it. Madam Crystale gazed into Kerry’s eyes as she said “You must do what you feel you need to now Kerry, whatever the urge, understood?” “Yes, yes I understand” Kerry responded as their hands disconnected. Kerry turned to leave, but hesitated. She couldn’t explain or understand it, but she was feeling aroused, so much so that she had an urge to stay, to ask Madam Crystale if there was anything she could do for her right then. Anything. She’d do anything, but she couldn’t bring herself to ask. She needed Madam Crystale to tell her what she wanted. “Run along now, Kerry,” Madam Crystale told her, so she did. With a feeling of disappointment Kerry left the room and almost ran down the stairs and to her car. Once in she raised her backside in order to pull her skirt up before swiftly placing her right hand inside her now sodden panties to start rubbing the already throbbing clit. Then sliding a finger inside as she still worked at that button with her thumb. She was about to come, so very quickly, she was almost there, when tap, tap, tap on her door window brought her oh so suddenly to her senses. She didn’t quite get there as she had so urgently needed, and when she looked at who it was tapping, was somewhat relieved that she hadn’t embarrassed herself coming with them peering inside the car, as they surely would have been. But maybe all was not lost. It was a boy. Well at least it looked like a boy to her, although Madam Crystale had said the students were all aged between eighteen and twenty one, and this male, in his academy uniform, was certainly a student here. She wound down her window. “Can I help you?” she asked. “Sorry to trouble you ma’am, but Crystale has asked me to give you your phone,” and as he said it he passed towards her a cellular mobile device that she did not recognise. “It’s not mine,” she said. “Crystale told me to tell you that all staff members must use a work device and she’s confident that you’ll be joining us. She said take it and try and keep it with you at all times, especially at night.” Kerry took it, and as she did she couldn’t help but notice his very green eyes. And he was so very handsome. She started to imagine her lips right now round his young, hard cock, and she was about to invite him to get into the passenger seat beside her when he said “I must go now ma’am. It would be really nice to get to know you more Monday evening when you return.” And with that he walked off. Kerry drove off, but realising it would be around ninety minutes before she got back to the comfort of her own bedroom she stopped the car just before leaving the Academy grounds, leaned back and buried two fingers quickly inside herself, and having rubbed at the clit with her thumb as she furiously fingered her fanny it was no more than a minute before she screamed in ecstasy, experiencing the most rewarding orgasm she’d had in such a long time. As she drove home she could not get out of her mind how much she looked forward to meeting some of the staff and students on Monday, and on that continuing thought enjoyed two further orgasms using the shower head at full pressure in the bath when she finally did get home.