That evening, Taisha had a microwave dinner and studied the next lesson. As she lay in bed that night she thought about that conversation. She was a little sad that a woman as beautiful, intelligent and passionate as Maggie, had to settle for a man that needed to get excited by someone else to give her the attention she deserved. She drifted off to sleep thinking about the incident with coach Jackson. It seemed like there has been trouble for a while between Ms. Turner and Sam.
Tuesday did not go so smooth for Taisha or Maggie.
Maggie received word that her social studies teacher Mr. Cheswick, failed a drug test for the second time. He was near retirement and she was forced to make him choose between being fired for cause or retiring immediately. He chose the latter. He was allowed to finish out the week but no more.
Taisha had an argument between two young ladies in her second class that escalated into a hair pulling tussle and they were sent to the assistant principals office for discipline.
At lunch Maggie pulled Taisha into her office to discuss the day’s happenings.
“So, you got your first fight out of the way. I heard you handled it well. Are you doing OK?” Maggie looked genuinely concerned.
“Yes, I’m fine. I was a little shocked how quickly it blew up, but I used the old book slam on the desk to get their attention. I’m not sure a few bystanders didn’t pee their pants. I think I even scared myself. That book sounded like a bomb going off.” She smiled.
“Got their attention though. Whatever works. Well, I’ve had a morning too. It turns out one of my teachers decided to take retirement starting Monday and another is at the hospital with her husband who had an apparent heart attack. Sounds like you’ll have steady work for a little while at least.
Ms. Richards is coming back tomorrow, but Ms. Kolinsky is going to be out. How does Government sound for tomorrow? ”
Taisha smiled and nodded. “Sounds Great. Does she have a lesson plan?”
“Come back at the end of the day and I’ll have it for you. Also, Mr. Cheswick just announced he is retiring effective next Monday. How would you feel about being the interim Social Studies teacher, until we find his permanent replacement?”
“Awesome. I would welcome the opportunity. But, can’t we just lose the interim title?” Asked Taisha pleadingly.
“Not that I wouldn’t like too but we need to open that position up and go through the process. As you can imagine, there are a few on the waiting list with more seniority.”
“I understand. Thank you, thank you, thank you, Ms. Turner!” She said shaking Maggie’s hand excitedly.
The second half of the day was better for Taisha, but Maggie’s day continued to stress her out. School lets out at 3:30 and the place is usually quiet by 4:30 with complete silence by 5:30. Tuesday seems to be the quietest after school day, so Maggie uses it as her late night. She tries to adhere to it so she and Sam can have most evenings free.
At 3:45 Taisha picked up the lesson plan. “Thank you, Ms. Turner.” She leafed through it. “I think I’ll go to her room and study up on this for a while.”
Maggie looked flustered and rubbed her neck. “Dedication, I love it. I’ve got a lot to do with this retirement paper work. The timing is tight. You have a great evening Taisha.” Her focus went back to the papers on her desk.
Around 5:30 Taisha took a break and went by Maggie’s office. The blinds were down and closed but the light was on. She did not bother her. She grabbed a snack from the vending machines in the Cafeteria and went back to work.
At 7:15 Maggie was still there as Taisha was heading home. She paused wondering whether or not to disturb her. Ms. Turner did not like to be disturbed when the blinds were down.
She decided the potential suck up points for being seen here this late would be worth it and knocked gently.
“Yes?” Said Maggie impatiently.
“It’s me. Gotta minute?” Said Taisha confidently.
“Sure, come in.” When Taisha entered Maggie pointed to the chair across the desk.
Maggie looked at her in awe of how fresh and together she looked after a twelve-hour day. Taisha’s hair was back in a ponytail and scrunchied. Her skin was smooth and shimmering. She wore black slacks and a tan button-down blouse. Here full lips were dark with a touch of pink and her smile bright and confident.
“Thanks for the lesson plan, I am ready for tomorrow. But I was wondering if I might be able to spend some time with Mr. Cheswick this week while he’s still here.”
“I planned for you to shadow him on Thursday and Friday.” Replied Maggie rubbing her neck again.
Taisha stood up and walked toward Maggie. “Do you need another treatment Ms. Turner?”
“No, that’s ok it’s just been a long…”
“Nonsense! Trust me I can loosen you right up.” She said definitively.
Taisha stepped behind her and gripped her shoulder and worked them gently causing Maggie to moan subtly and sway her head from side to side. Taisha smiled when she noticed the picture of Oshun on Maggie’s desk.
“See, feels better already, doesn’t it?” She asked, not waiting for an answer. “Let’s see, same tension points?”
She pressed her thumbs into Maggie’s upper back just above her shoulder blades. “Yah!” Maggie jerked.
“Oh yeah stiff as a board. Let’s see.” Taisha looked around. “Let’s move you to a conference table chair.”
Maggie was never crazy about the conference table. It was a large thick Marble rectangular table with thick legs. She felt like you could park a car on it, and it wouldn’t give way. The chairs were more like dining chairs. They had ornate wooden legs, with no arms and high narrow leather padded backs.
Taisha grabbed the end chair, turned its back to the table and tapped the seat. “You know the drill.”
As Maggie straddled the chair back with her legs and sat down, Taisha pulled another chair around and sat it in position behind her. Maggie’s breasts were pressed against the chair back forcing her to sit with her back perfectly straight and legs spread wide.
Taisha, stood behind, reached around and sat her phone on the table next to Maggie. She reached a hand around each side of Maggie’s face and slid her fingers across Maggie’s cheeks and neck pulling her light brown hair gently off her face neck and shoulders. Her warm fingers caressed her neck sending chills down her spine. When she got it all pulled back, Taisha held the ponytail in her hand and worked a scrunchy off her own ponytail with the other.
“You’re hair so soft Ms. Turner. I bet it’s hard keeping it tangle free.” She worked the scrunchie on it and let it hang down the center of her back. “That’s better, I don’t want to pull your hair in the process. This still looks uncomfortable…”
She placed a hand on either of Maggie’s hips. “Can we scoot you out until your ass hangs just over the edge.” She pulled as Maggie raised up and wiggled back on the chair. When her butt hung-over, Taisha patted it. “Perfect, now lean forward and rest your forehead on the padded seat back. Good, stay relaxed…” She ran Maggie’s ponytail through her hands a couple more times. “I’m jealous.”