Mrs. Wintergreen's Rule Of The Crop, Part Twelve - Sex Stories

Mrs. Wintergreen's Rule Of The Crop, Part Twelve

Mrs. Wintergreen looked very much like the contemporary businesswoman with her black leather briefcase, smartly tailored navy blue jacket and skirt, and black stockings. At first glance, the tall and slim brunette had an almost severe look about her. But on closer inspection, the quite attractive forty-one-year-old had a certain twinkle in her eye.

She took being in charge of a large number of staff at her productive corporate finance company in her stride and approached the position with a no-nonsense attitude. She had created herself over time and prided herself in the fact that she did not suffer fools gladly. Even going as far as meting out corporal treatment to receive respect and high standards.

"You want me to do what? No, I simply refuse."

A week before this day, Marian had received a call from the company CEO, Jeremy Bates, and his request left her deeply unmoved.

"You are the perfect choice to introduce the new scheme Marian and I won't take no for an answer."

"Jeremy, when I see you next I'm going to tan your hide. You see if I don't."

"Promises, promises. Your place or mine?"

"Bastard!"

The board of governors had apparently dreamed up a plan for getting young people back into work rather than have thousands of potential earners remaining idle and wasted. Bates had thought that Marian could kick start the programme and meet and greet some of the more challenged candidates. Those in South London for example.

"You're telling me that ...

... these...youths...are rehabilitated offenders?"

"Correct. But understand that these students want to learn and earn. They want to improve themselves. Although the main reason I have chosen you Marian is that this group can show off a bit. Act a little unrestrained if you will. Your 'type' of tutoring should ensure the group behaves."

"I see."

"There is security on the premises if you so wish to summon if things kick off badly."

"You're not making much of a sales pitch here, Jeremy. Maybe you need some of my special guidance to beat some sense into you."

"I'll make a note in my diary for a future date. And one more thing. Might I suggest you dress a little sedate? Don't show too much flesh."

"I can do sedate. Not my cup of tea but understood."

It was therefore arranged that the introductory class would take place one afternoon after she had finished her regular work day.

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In her new role of advisor and consultant, Marian decided to give off a prim and proper look. She chose to wear a sombre single-breasted, slim-fit blazer that nipped in at the waist. Her tailored skirt cut to a pencil silhouette and fell just above the knee."Maybe some spectacles? No. Too sedate."She took the Underground train from Monument to London Bridge and walked the fairly short distance to Manor Building in Shard Place, next to the iconic new City skyscraper that resembled a broken shard of glass poking up to the sky. Upon entering the new building, Marian took the first set of ...