Julia lethargically brought the cigarette to her lips as she leaned with her head and back against the wooden panelled wall she held the smoke in her lungs for the count of two, and then let the smoke drift out her mouth, with her spare right hand double checked she had the important, a fresh just opened pack in her right breast pocket of her white uniform shirt, the left breast pack had been emptied and crushed at tea, as her plume of smoke drifted down the long empty hallway, she slowly licked her lips and smiled at the thoughts flowing through her day of drinking fuddled brain as she pushed the short butt hard against the metallic wall ashtray imbedded in the wall and then levered herself off and attempted to straighten herself out. Only a few minutes ago she had just been finished pushing her plain broiled turkey and stodgy lightly roasted potatoes as a variation from chicken as it was ‘nearly’ Christmas, around the plate and occasionally successfully getting one in her mouth and chewing on it.
She had been sitting there concentrating on the flame from her lighter as she was mid lighting her post meal cigarette and enjoying the rather watery release between her thighs as Veronica had wobbled over in her ridiculously high strappy red high heels with a cigarette in one hand and a glass in the other and had interrupted Julia’s spinning world, and the rather pleasurable enjoyment of feeding her lungs with the now desired nicotine hit. With the world swaying and Veronica wobbling it made for a difficult conversation, but she informed her between drags on her own cigarette that Miss Hunter wanted to see her shortly in her private residence for a little evening chat. This was rather surprising and daunting for the relaxed Julia, as she had only ever had meetings in her office, and never had the privilege to go to that corner of the building. She had agreed and confirmed exactly what was required.
First were her two calming cigarettes which had finished her first pack of the day, and then emptying her glass of crisp chardonnay wine in the dining room, Julia had then then made her way over there.
She lifted her head off the wall again gently coughed and shook herself and grimaced as she licked her lips with anticipation and then let go of the door frame staggered slightly rather uncontrollably as shifted her weight nervously from foot to foot before re-grabbing the door frame for support.
There was then a deeper cough grated through the door, then an echoing a click, then a pause, then Miss Hunter’s gravelly voice boomed “Enter!” grated through.
With one last glance at her chest, Julia fiddled to put one of higher buttons of her flimsy practically translucent standard issue white blouse back together again, which after twiddling for what felt like an eternity she let go and then it instantly undid on a combination of her uncoordinated fingers and the weight of the packs combining with her uncontained breasts pushing against the button, she shook her head and shrugged her shoulders as she leaned forward as she pressed the handle on the door to Miss Hunters private accommodation down and almost fell into the room.
Julia looked around the room for the first time, it was dated dark wood panelled room, the heavy and dark green curtains were drawn across the large floor to ceiling windows, the fire was burning brightly in the large hearth in a central position in the wall, and Miss Hunter with her greying hair all done up in a messy bun on top of her head was sprawled out on the large brown leather reclining chair in a garish pink nightie, her clothes where in a dishevelled pile on the floor by her chipped, blue painted toes.
“Hello, err, Julia, please make yourself comfortable, the heating is on, the fire is going, relax, please don’t wobble around on ceremony, sit or if you prefer fall down!” she stated waving her hand the cigarette smoke spinning in every direction as her fingers pointed towards the second large reclining chair, with grey smoke still billowing out of her badly done, overly bright red lipstick covered lips, contrasting against her overly brown aged teeth. She unsteadily pointed with her cigarette hand dropping ash in the process, in the vague direction of the kitchen, and where the bathroom was for only real bowel or gut moving emergencies and where importantly the wine and cigarettes were beside her and that they really didn’t need to move anywhere for the evening, as she didn’t intend to.
Julia laughed and suggested that in her current state was great idea to sit still as she looked again at Miss Hunter sitting in a flimsy lace pink nightie with her soft bulging breasts and bulging belly and greying whiskers between her thighs clearly visible through it, and then back at the empty chair beside her, she smiled as tugged, then flipped her own skirt from under her buttocks, so the elastic was now riding high up near her waist as was their sitting procedure and effectively fell back and sat wiggled her bare bottom against the cool leather sofa. Without asking permission she pulled a cigarette and lighter out from her pack on her left-hand side. She leaned forward into the flame and with a brief heave on the filter soon filled her lungs, and then exhaled an equally grey smoke. “Hiya, mish!” she finally said with smiled a little tipsily and looked back at Miss Hunter.
“Thank you for coming to see me and so late, I hope I wasn’t interrupting anything, I hope you didn’t rush, there is plenty of drink here!” She smiled not even acknowledging she was naked.
Julia shook her head “No, I had finished my dinner, thank you miss!” she smiled and pulled again on her cigarette, exhaled and then watching the flames of the fire dancing in the reflection on her bare smooth legs as her own smoke poured of her lungs.
“How are you this evening?”
Julia shrugged her shoulders in a noncommittal way and lay her head back on the sofa. “You know, the usual…just a little relaxed” she giggled as if a naughty child as tried to explain her drunken evening state using the least number of words possible.
“Well, that brilliant, sounds like you’ve had a successful day?”
“Yes miss!” she nodded proudly.
Miss Hunter looked across the room fondly at Julia “Great there is nothing here to be afraid of, this is just our very late midterm review thing, yes, I know it’s very nearly Christmas, and that is very exciting, but as you know other things get in the way. But seeing as you joined us after the start of our year it is still worth having a chat.
Julia nodded slowly in encouragement and then almost mechanically brought the filter back to her lips, her eyes flickered as she pulled the smoke into her lungs.
“It’s a totally casual thing, as you know with everything we do here at the academy, as we will have plenty to smoke, a glass or two of wine and review the notes of our wonderful teachers on various topics. To see if there is anything that we need to improve, I look at like a parents evening, but without the stress of the actual parents, it’s much easier this way.” She grinned and pulled again on her cigarette and Julia joined in nodding in agreement. The room soon started to fill with smoke the combination of their exhales and the stream from both cigarettes.
“Before we start, do you want a drink, I know, silly question, I know I do, it’s certainly good once started to continue, don’t want to dry out and the annoying late afternoon hangover to kick in do we? I will have got an open red and white here?”
Julia looked at Miss Hunter, shook her head slightly and then snorted and nodded “Oh, the white would be nice miss, as I had some for dinner!” she grinned and then looked to the side and flicked her ash on the already blackened arm of the chair, then brushed it pushing it on to the floor and then longingly pulled on the cigarette again.
Miss Hunter nodded “Excellent choice!” as she placed her cigarette in the corner of her mouth, as she groaned as leaned her weight over the side of her chair and retrieved the unopened bottle of white wine. She then pushed her legs down in attempt to sit up, only for the aged mechanism to fight her. She giggled and attempted again finally getting upright. With focus and a twist of the screw top the bottle was open, she dropped the metallic lid in her glass ashtray. “Sorry Julia, it’s not chilled but it will still taste fine!” She grinned around the cigarette and the bent down squishing her breasts into the arm of the chair and found another glass and proceeded to top them both up splashing most of the wine into the glasses up to the brim.
Julia nodded slowly “Thank you miss!” she responded as she focused on swapped her cigarette to from between her fingers on her right hand to her left hand than shuffled forward on the sofa and slowly leant forward to collect her very full glass taking a two large gulps to reduce the contents below the lip and then settling back on the chair cigarette in one hand, glass of wine in the other, with her legs apart and her skirt up around her hips.
Miss Hunter put her cigarette into her ashtray balanced on the arm of the chair, took an equally long gulp of her wine and then with the glass in her hand focused across at Julia, then pulled the lever and let her chair recline again.
“Ah, that’s better” she stated once practically horizontal, before turning to look at Julia, “I am pleased to say that there have been no complaints about your attitude towards the great learnings of Agatha Willoughby.” She grinned and took another gulp of her wine. “You have taken great strides in your settling in and joining in with all our group activities, and I note you have got the delightful perfect rhythm and got into the group spirit of enjoying our wonderful movie nights.”
Julia nodded intently and whilst her eyes focused across the room at her practically naked headteacher, she alternated powerful drags on her quickly shrinking cigarette and gulps of her wine as Miss Hunter spoke.
“You have certainly got over that initial shyness that everyone has, and fully embraced the relaxed delights of this establishment. Your singing is so delightful after a couple of glasses, anyway, congratulations Julia!”
“Thank you miss!” she grinned and nervously gulped more of her wine down. “I do like a bit of sing now an again.”
“Don’t we all dear. I guess we should start singing carols sooner than later. Seeing as its Christmas and all, but not tonight! I must say its why we don’t have too much music, as everyone wants to sing something different, and that causes confrontation, and the amount we drink we can’t have confrontation. One of these days, I will get you all singing the same song in the showers… Anyway, yes, that’s right, before I forget, I have emailed your mum, along with everyone else’s to ask what their plans are for collection at the end of term, which as you will no doubt know is only three weeks away, everyone else’s has responded but yours? Is everything okay at home?” Miss Hunter asked with genuine concern and pulled on her cigarette before exhaling and stubbing it out.
Julia shrugged her shoulders “I guess so, I am sure Derek or if he lets my mum, will respond soon?”
“Good as we all like to be at home for Christmas.” She grinned as she instantly slid yet another cigarette out of her pack.
Julia excitedly nodded in agreement “Thanks Miss, it will be strange to leave this place even if it’s only for a week or two, I have got used to it. But it will be amazing to see my mum again, eat something other than chicken, even it means seeing my dreaded stepdad.” She frowned at the thought, and then moved her hand and brought the filter back to her lips pulled on her cigarette again.
Miss Hunter flicked her lighter, in nodded as she inhaled yet again and as the exhaled cloud of smoke soon crossed the room she spoke. “Yes, my mum died when I was young and my dad soon remarried, but anyway, but now I miss my gals when you have gone home, its rather empty and quiet in this place…but anyway, let us not dwell on that. We believe and understand it’s good to dry out every now and again, but I doubt that will happen at Christmas, however, I promise you will soon want to be back with us.” She smiled “As you know all of the teachers here are ex pupils, just like me, who just couldn’t leave this amazing place.”
“Yes Miss!” Julia looked a little confused.
“In that regard how are you finding your amazing life with us now at the Academy of Agatha Willoughby?” She mused swirled her wine a little too aggressively as it splashed on her finger, she stopped and then longingly suggestively licked the spilt fluid off her finger, and then took a gulp of wine again.
“I Believe In The Teachings of Miss Willoughby Has Helped My Development Into an Amazing Women.” Julia responded and automatically took a large gulp of wine.
“Julia, out of interest when do you find the best cigarette in the day?” Miss Hunter tilted her head a little inquisitively.
“Every Single Cigarette Helps Me Work, Rest and Play.” “Julia, do now enjoy your smoking?”
“Every Cigarette Helps Me Focus and Complete My Important Tasks.” She chanted.
Miss Hunter nodded “How many are you enjoying a day now?” she questioned before pulling on her own cigarette, she tilted her head back and let the smoke stream out in one large cone.
Julia snapped out of her trance and looked across at Miss Hunter, “Err, now idea miss, well over 20, Miss!” she licked her lips as she tapped the now empty packet in her breast pocket, bringing it out and then crushing it in her hand.
“Excellent, you are only a few months in, and you have made the most excellent progress!” she smiled.
“Miss Willoughby Is very insistent in her mantra that one must have cigarette between her fingers at all times miss!” Julia smiled and brought the filter to her lips and pulled hard, her cheeks collapsing, the tip of the cigarette burning bright orange in the dull light of the room.
Miss Hunter nodded “Yes, she is, and we must too, if we are to follow her teachings and footsteps.” She then tilted her head back and finished the rest of her glass of wine in one gulp, dribbling wine down both cheeks. “Excellent work Julia, you are doing so well! Drink up, Let’s top your glass up, its nearly empty!” she smiled and wiped her face with her arm.
“We Look Forward To Our Drinks To Clear The Mind To Assist In Achieving Our Learning of our Dear Lady.” Julia then finished her glass in one gulp as well.
“Excellent work Julia, keep up the good drinking and smoking!” Miss Hunter leaned across and with Julia’s unsteady arm matching hers they clanged the neck of the bottle on the glass rim twice before she finally manged to safely fill it back to the top. “Good Gal, Keep going, please drink up, there is plenty more, and the night and you are young!” She grinned. “Even if I am not!”
“Yes Miss!” Julia smiled as she unsteadily brought the glass to her lips again, she rolled it across her lips, so it was central and took a fresh gulp.
Miss Hunter put her wine glass down and groaned as she leaned forward to pick up some papers that she had left on the coffee table. She studied them briefly, making appreciated noises.
“Just checking the matrons notes.” She mused and nodded. “Your clean, your fine, you were lubricated at the time, your CO2 is up, hmmm, you needed to carry two packs, as one was not enough, yup everything is good!”
“Yes miss!”
“Oh, Julia one thing can you touch type?” Miss Hunter asked flicking her ash yet again then pulling hard on the filter.
Julia’s head wobbled in confusion “Not at this very moment,” she shook her head a little too violently “miss, as I’m a little beyond drunk now, not sure I could turn the ‘puter on if I tried!” she giggled and almost hid her face behind her full glass and tapped her fingers against the glass un-rhythmically.
“Hmmm, yes we need you to practice for the after the pub lunch work session. I will get Miss Turnaware to give you some private tutoring.”
“Pardon miss?” Julia stared with disbelief through the smoky and drunken haze.
“This academy is all about preparing you for the outside world. Especially the one where you will go for a business meeting in the pub, have one…two…or one more too many to drink and then come back to the office in barely dry knickers to try and finish off for the day, young girls like you need to be able to still type and work straight after a drink. As you will know and seen I have had years of practice!” she grinned and then gulped down her wine and sighed loudly.
Both jumped and sloshed their wine spilling it down the sides of the glass as they both looked to their left as there was a loud knock on the door.
Miss Hunter shuffled up in her chair slightly the rusting springs and mechanism creeking as her weight moved around, she coughed deeply again to clear her throat, “Enter!” she then boomed.
The door flung open overly quickly as Veronica fell through it having leant forward to open the door with her elbow, she tottered and staggered into the room in her red high heels attempting to carefully carry a large bowl of melted cheese covered nachos in both hands. “Evening miss, evening Jules,” she smiled at both of them whilst still appearing to be her immaculate self, with her slicked back hair and perfect makeup as, and then stepped to the right unintentionally “sorry to interrupt, but as requested I have brought your early evening snacks from the kitchen.”
“Excellent Veronica, you are a star, is it really time for my evening snack already, that is good! Time flies when you are having fun!” Miss Hunter grinned as she glanced at Julia before looking back at Veronica “I used to have late night snacks, but I fell asleep for I could eat them” she chuckled to herself before groaning as she pushed her legs down on the reclining chair, only for the mechanism to fail to click and send her almost flying backwards with a yelp into the reclined position, whilst still managing to save her wine. Both Veronica and Julia stifled a giggle and shared an eye roll as Miss Hunter huffed as she fought her legs back down to the loud click to get herself sitting up right as Veronica wobbled forward and placed the large bowl down on the wooden coffee table.
“Is there anything else Miss?” Veronica asked as she unsteadily wobbled on her too high heels trying to stay in the same place.
“You can join us for a drink or two if you would like, have a sit, before you fall, I am thinking of previewing this weekend’s movie we have choice of films of ‘Doris Does the Gardening’ or ‘Lucinda Writes a loving Letter to her pen friend’?”
Veronica snorted as she swayed “I would love to stay Miss, but if I sit I don’t think I will get up again, and its Dot H’s birthday in B wing, and well I really ought to have a couple more drinks with her” she giggled “Afterwards, I still needs to do the sobs rounds” she grinned and pulled a shiny stainless steel hip flask from hem of her skirt and took a couple of swallows and then whilst stuffing it back in the elastic, it twanged against her skin before staggered slightly to the left grabbing the open door as she went to stop herself going any further.
“You are a good Gal for me, you must tell me in advance about these birthdays, I would have said something!” Miss Hunter grumbled.
“I thought I had miss?”
Miss Hunter shook her head apologetically “Sorry, I must have forgotten!”
Oh, Miss its Jenny Harris’s birthday on Monday.”
“Oh, wonderful, can you remind me tomorrow, I will never remember now?” She tutted dismissively and gulped more of her wine.
“Yes Miss.”
Miss Hunter nodded as she yet again hauled smoke through her cigarette into her lungs, exhaling a vast cloud into the room, “One more thing Veronica, how is the research for the Christmas quiz going?” She asked before coughing loudly and instantly putting the cigarette back between her lips.
Veronica nodded and staggered again “It is very difficult to find the time miss, plus it’s very complicated for me to understand everything in the library whilst drunk miss, the words keep jumping, but I am trying!” she looked a little guilty.
Miss Hunter nodded as she pulled again on her cigarette, “Oh, I know the feeling, anyway when you eventually get on sobs round, you can already tick Julia off your list, I can personally vouch she is drunk and will soon be drunker!” she smiled and took a good gulp of her wine and then looked at Julia for confirmation.
Julia nodded and quietly took an equally large gulp of wine. “Yesh, I am!” she grinned as she banged her glass down accidently on the coffee table and pulled a cigarette out of her pack on her chest and then proceeded to try and light it.
“I will see you tomorrow miss!” Veronica stated as she swayed as she attempted to grab the door handle.
“I won’t be early, have fun with Debbie!” She shook her head “I mean Dot!” Miss Hunter grinned and waved as Veronica then turned and almost collided with the door as she pirouetted before correcting herself and headed through the open gap, pulling the door too with an overly loud slam on her way out. “She will teach here next year, I am sure, she is goodun even when drunk!” Miss Hunter mused out loud as she reached for the bowl of nachos and then with cheese drooping off them started to noisily crunch on them. “Eat and drink up!” she declared with her mouthful, the crumbs falling on her bare skin below.
She picked up a couple of crumbs dropping several back on her chest and pushed them in her mouth.
“I will do miss!” Julia leaned forward and retrieved two of the cheese laden nachos.
“I forgot to say,” Miss Hunter shuffled back up slightly in the chair dropping crumbs on her chest as she did, so she could look at Julia “you have done excellently well in Smoke Trick class, I know it was difficult to start with, but when you have a cigarette between your fingers, the ability of using the smoke to your advantage is a must, I pride that my gals leave here with the best smoke rings, snap inhales and French Inhales in the country.”
“No thank you miss!” Julia smiled as she pulled on the cigarette filling her mouth with smoke and then with a sudden jaw movement let a successful train of smoke rings travel across the room.
Miss Hunter quickly did the same, and for the next two minutes their two smoke filled rings crossed in the middle of the room.
Miss Hunter finally stopped and took a drink “Good gal! Hows the end of year inter- wing hockey prep going?”
Julia laughed hard. “Miss, we can’t hit the ball thing very well at all it keeps moving faster and straighter than we can move!” she giggled and gulped her wine, “but Miss, we are very good at leaning on the sticks and having a ciggy break!
Miss Hunter smiled “Ah, yes that does make it more difficult, one has to make sure you are wearing shin pads.” She nodded thoughtfully to herself “I think we might cancel that one…again, we used to have inter academy games” she mused, as both of them rubbed their legs as they instinctively thought of the pain “But we always lost.”
“Oh, okay miss, I thinks that might be good idea to cancel that miss!” she nodded trying to sound informative.
“It is, right, I need to remember to postpone it, right, anyway keep drinking!” she grinned.
Julia nodded “Yes, Miss!” and she brought her drink to her lips. ***
Julia flicked the lighter twice and shook her head and then hand and then tried a third, then a fourth time, finally getting a flame on to the tip of the cigarette protruding from her lips. She pulled hard, exhaled and then looked across the room and giggled as the very naked Miss Hunter staggered across the room sideways. “Youse okay miss?”
“Yesh Jules I is!” she said slurry badly whilst attempting to be authoritative from the corner of the room she had ended up in as she grabbed hold of the lamp stand and swayed with it as if she was singing into it. “I wasss just having a little piss over there” she pointed back at her chair “then going over there to the kitschen” she pointed in the opposite direction “for more booze!” she said shaking her head whilst looking across the room as she stood in a puddle. “I was meants to goze zat way!” she slurred attempting to point to the opposite corner of the room unable to hold her hand up for long.
“Does mish wants help, ours weese hash mades zee floors all wet?” Julia asked between giggles before putting the filter back between her lips and taking a very short drag before bringing the filter back to her lips to take more.
Miss Hunter shook her head “No, no, no, youse stay just there and enjoyz your smokes.” And she let go of the lamp stand and attempted to move back across the room grabbing hold of the back of her chair as she got there. “See I’m very okays!” she grinned as she slipped slightly in the large puddle on the floor before staggered towards her kitchen.
Julia exhaled a cloud of smoke and paused as a hissing filled the silence of the room, she moaned as she enjoyed the warmth between her thighs as yet again her urine again splattered and gushed as her pee spread between her bare thighs and pooled briefly on the leather before tickling as it trickled between her buttocks and down the back of the reclined chair on the floor. “If youse are sure Miss?” she stated once finished to the empty room before putting the cigarette back between her lips.
“Youse just stay there, isewel gets ourse littlsch night caps drinkies!” she shouted overly loudly back from the kitchen area between overly loud bangs of the cupboards and noisy clinking of glasses.
Julia nodded as she closed her eyes and pulled on her cigarette yet again as even in the darkness of her eye lids the world in unison danced, swirled and spun with the smoke.
***
An hour later with recently opened bottle of whiskey and half empty glasses sitting in a puddle of split alcohol and floating ash on the coffee table both women were fast asleep snoring very loudly on the reclining chairs as the untendered fire with its flickering flames died out in the hearth in front of them.
2- Saturday Afternoon
After spending a good portion of Saturday morning curled up in defensive ball hugging Miss Hunter’s sparingly used private toilet as if her life depended on it and between urges guzzling as if she was a fish. She had very much run there, the fastest she had moved in a while whilst asking for directions from a stirring Miss Hunter midst urging, coughing and spluttering, within seconds after waking up still on the reclining chair.
She had convinced herself after vowing never ever to drink Whiskey ever, ever, or even ever again, and then borrowing Miss Hunter’s shower for a quick wash seeing as it was there and she very much needed one, it was delightful, her first private shower in months, that wasn’t in the cool draft filled hallway, it allowed her to tidy up her matted chair hair, and then enjoy being wrapped in a nice warm fluffy white towel off the warm radiator, and then offered a nice hot coffee, along with a large vodka and orange juice to settle her stomach and eating delightful fried breakfast made by Miss Hunter, and then afterwards sitting there as the time past
slowly, saying very little to each other as they made their way through half a pack of cigarettes each, as the equally tired and hungover Miss Hunter leaned her head against her arm across the table opposite her whilst they both very, very slowly woke up,
Eventually, buzzing off the copious amounts of coffee, vodka and nicotine, they had then eventually seen that it was time to make her way back to the dorm but detoured via the canteen for quick lunch of three slices of dried toast and a glass of wine.
The loud chatter from the girls asking where she had been and done, and other responding to her friend Mel “getting very drunk and failing asleep” there was nothing else to say, and along with the headache the chatter from the other bored girls unbearable, along with the wolf whistles of suggesting getting it on Miss Hunter and singing the awful childish ‘Miss and Jules K.I.S.S.I.N.G. in a tree song’.
A little while later whilst hiding on her bed with the pillow over her head trying to block everything out of her still gently throbbing head, her bare foot got tickled.
“Oh, fuck off!” she shouted and then coughed hard and threw her pillow at whoever was the offender before leaning across and grabbing her pack and lighter. Without really opening her eyes, she lit then hit on the cigarette and exhaled a cloud of smoke in the direction that the pillow was thrown.
“Oh, come on Jules, its good news for you!” Veronica snidely said from the edge of the bed as she ticked her foot again holding the pillow across her chest.
Julia coughed again and pulled on her cigarette “Veronica I feel dead, nothing is good news!” Julia groaned. “And please don’t tickle me, I will piss the bed!” She grizzled.
“Well, Jules, for some delightful reason Miss Turnaware now wants to see you!”
“I don’t want to see anyone, its Saturday, isn’t it?” she placed her cigarette in her lips and opened her arms offering Veronica to throw back the pillow.
“You must have done a good job with Miss Hunter!” Veronica winked and thew the pillow back at Julia, it just missed her cigarette in her mouth and as it landed back across her naked chest as smoke billowed out of her nose mouth.
“I didn’t do anything!” Julia yet again defended herself.
Veronica nodded then grinned, “I know, we have all been there, it’s a little test she sets, after I left you guys, did the Whiskey knock you out?”
Julia looked intently at Veronica. Her eyes trying to read her trying to work out how she knew. “Yeah, out for the count!” She finally admitted.
Veronica smiled knowingly and winked “Good on you! Right, have fun with Miss Turnaware this afternoon, she is amazing drinker and smoker, and I think gorgeous to boot!” she winked again as she purred.
“When?” Julia stretched before putting the filter back between her lips. “When you’re ready to!” Veronica stated with her billowing exhale.
***
Julia had got up, and dressed again, making herself vaguely presentable again and made her way back down the wood panelled staff wing hallway with a little bit of nervous apprehension, she eventually reached the dark varnished wood door with a large white number nine painted on it. She again shuffled her blouse around checking her pack was there, and then tugged at her skirt, took a deep chest raising breath as a drag on her cigarette, exhaled and then knocked on the door.
“Hey Julia, come in!” the voice came through the wood.
Julia opened the door to see a much brighter room, smaller but a mirror image in comparison of Miss Hunters room, as it was on the other side of the corridor, but the curtains and windows were all open, with a lovely view looking over the rather unloved playing fields, the grass and weeds certainly needed cutting. Across the room a fresh-faced Miss Turnaware was curled up in a ball on her dark brown leather sofa, her long red hair up in a ponytail, the end of which was draping down off the arm of the chair, her bare cream coloured white legs up under her chin flashing her red thatch which was poking out contrasting between her thighs and the pink cotton pyjama shorts that she was wearing, she had an open a James Patterson novel in one hand and a burning cigarette in the other. She looked up, smiled, folded the top corner of the page over and then closed the book putting it down on the coffee table next to a mug of steaming coffee, swinging her legs around so that her feet were grounded, highlighting her large double D chest just about contained within a yellow bralette top and her small curvaceous belly with a little glass emerald pinned in the belly button, all which squished up when leaning over as took one last longing drag on her cigarette before energetically squishing
and stubbing it out in the large glass ashtray on as the smoke drifted out of her nose.
“Err, hello miss.” Julia said as she stood in the doorway nervously and took a drag on her own cigarette.
Miss Turnaware waved her hand through the smoke dismissively “It’s the weekend Jules, call me Tracey, don’t stand out there, come in!” She grinned as she patted the empty space on the sofa beside her. “I’ve wiped it for you!” she smiled and picked up the coffee and took a gulp.
“Okay Miss…Tracey, I mean Tracey.”
Tracey smiled. “So, Amelia, Miss Hunter I mean, this lunchtime has suggested to me that we get some private tuition in before Christmas so that you are well ahead next term with your touch typing whilst having a drink.”
“Yeah?” Julia looked confused at Tracey.
“As such sorry for dragging you up here on a Saturday,” she shrugged her shoulders “but hell, I am doing nothing else!” she grinned. “And if we were to do it in the evenings, well we, even me, are all a little beyond relaxed to focus on anything!” she smiled.
“Its fine m… Tracey!” she grinned. “What’s the plan, miss?” Julia asked and then took a small drag on the short butt of her cigarette, exhaled to the side and then leaned over and stubbed it out next to Tracey’s still smouldering butt.
“Well, we will have some formal lessons this week with the group, but you have been singled out for some extra help.”
“I take that its basically because I am shit?” Julia nervously bit the internal corner of her cheek.
Tracey deeply laughed and then brought her hand to her mouth as she coughed “Oh, god no, don’t be silly Julia the opposite you are being promoted, we think you can be better than the rest!” she grinned as she rubbed her hands up and down her bare legs equally nervously, before tapping her fingers on her knees. “Anyway, the plan is today for me to get you practicing I will read some…” she looked both ways and then whispered “…nonstandard literature, which is far more interesting
text for you to type than I am allowed in class.” She winked “On that note, how drunk are you this afternoon?”
“Normally you guys would say not enough, I would fail sobs!” she frowned “Miss Hunter plied me with drinks last night, and my stomach hurt!” she grimaced.
Tracey beamed, “Perfect, don’t tell anyone but that’s why sometimes I sneak back here to guzzle coffee” she picked up her mug to make a point and took a gulp before looking back at Julia “or two between lesson drinks, but god does it make you piss like a horse, but anyway less of that, it would be good to benchmark when your fingers typing, whilst they still vaguely work as you expect them.” She stated and gulped her coffee down in one, licking her lips with a satisfactory sigh.
“But you’re a teacher, you can get away with anything?” Julia stated watching the mug return to the coffee table.
Tracey smiled and causally scratched her belly “Yeah, but I am human one, I only finished here last year remember, Miss Hunter could still push me out into the real world…if she wanted to.” she grimaced at the thought as she leaned over and picked up her open pack and offered Julia a cigarette, she smiled and pulled a filter out of and placed it between her lips. With another guttural annoyed noise as Tracey leaned back and picked up her lighter and they then soon had both cigarettes alight. “…And that would be scary!”
Julia eyes widened before she pulled on the filter “But you stayed?” she asked as smoke billowed out of her mouth.
“Yeah, why not, where else can you get paid to be having the time of your life with a great bunch of misfits, drinking, chainsmoking and enjoying the pleasure of being practically incontinent?” She sighed loudly as there was the unmistakeable hissing noise somewhere within in the sofa as she exhaled yet more smoke from within her lungs, she again shrugged her shoulders and grinned at Julia who was still looking petrified as she tilted her head back and pulled on her cigarette and then exhaled up to the ceiling. She licked her lips as another thought bounced into her head “It must be said at least here I am out of the dorms and can get some privacy and sleep…anyway, right, enough chatter let’s get you to the laptop, and importantly stop talking and can open the wine. I’ve had way too much coffee this morning.” She stated through the cloud of smoke and shuffled off the sofa leaving droplets behind on the leather seat, before tutting as she adjusted her clearly dark
pink and saturated small shorts that were scrunched up from sitting on the sofa and had being eaten by her hungry buttocks and vagina.
“Take a seat over there by the table!” She pointed as she grinned. ***
Julia sat legs together at the table and rubbed her lips together as she studied Tracey as she flitted around looking for something, she was still wearing the obviously soaked pyjama bottoms with an even darker half-moon dark patch across the bottom, she had a cigarette clamped between her lips, Julia smiled and instinctively she placed her lit cigarette back between her own lips and nervously inhaled another lungful of smoke. Julia was sitting in front of an old large black 17” screen Dell laptop which was balanced on a little circular wooden table in the tiny kitchenette diner that each of the staff have. Beside her on her left was a freshly topped of glass of white wine to the right of the keyboard, the well-used ashtray.
Finally, after rummaging around for what seemed like ages in her huge bookcase that took up a large portion of a wall in her living room Tracey finally made agreeable noises, she fidgeted slightly as she straightened up and pulled her shorts from her buttocks once more then, leaned against the kitchen counter took a longing drag on her cigarette, exhaled and grinned “Right, Julia the key to this is keep your eyes on the screen, and not the keyboard, or even me!” she grinned, batted her eye lids a couple of times then continued, “Make sure your fingers rest on the central strip of keys, the A to L ones, and you should be fine. If you look down you lose the focus of what you are actually typing, and the words will get all jumbled quicker than you can light a cigarette. Please do tell me to speed up or slow down, or stop for a smoke tell me, this afternoon I am your human Dictaphone, in class I can promise you it will be a very long and boring tape.” She grinned “But I promise you this should be fun, I will pause at the end of every paragraph, and I will recommend now taking another hit on the cigarette and or gulp of wine when we pause, as I will certainly be doing so, it gives you something to aim for!””
“Err okay, Yes, Tracey” Julia nervously nodded, her fingers hovering over the keyboard.
Tracey pulled on her cigarette, exhaled out to the side of her mouth and then licking her lips the last remaining smoke danced in front she hopped up on to the kitchen counter, took a gulp of her wine, flicked her cigarette above the small sink
and then smiled. “Julia, I will start slowly and then speed up; this is going to be fun!” she grinned. With a gentle cough to clear her throat and a stroke of her corner of her lips with her thumb, she started to read the words very slowly, making sure there was one clear word at a time.
““Before I know it, he’s got both of my hands in his vicelike grip above my head, and he’s pinning me to the wall using his lips … His other hand grabs my hair and yanks down, bringing my face up, and his lips are on mine … the tip of my tongue tentatively strokes his and joins his in a slow, erotic dance around the corner of our mouths … I can feel his erection is pushing hard against my firm belly.”
Julia started typing whilst staring at the screen, until stopping way before Tracey had finished reading. She stared at Tracey with wide eyes as she finished reading. “Err pardon Tracey?”
“You’ve stopped typing, is there a problem with the keyboard, do I need to go slower?” She teased and gulped her wine.
“Err, nothing wrong with the speed or the computer, but its, err, what are you reading miss?”
“A modern classic, regarding multiple colours, don’t worry, just carry-on typing!” Tracey grinned flicked her ash yet again and placed the filter back between her lips and pulled hard.
Julia raised an eyebrow inquisitively “Tracey, what is it?” she asked once Tracey had finished exhaling.
“Only 50 shades of grey, I am skipping to the best bits. Shall I read that section again?”
Julia chuckled in agreement “let me have a quick drag,” as she then nodded as she picked up her own cigarette took a lungful, exhaled, then picked up glass of wine and took a long gulp, and then nodded as she put the glass down, hovered her fingers over the keyboard licking her lips in eager preparation.
“Ready?” Tracey asked as Julia intently stared at the screen, took a deep breath as she chest rose, and as Tracey started slowly reading word by word Julia typed again.
“Before I know it, he’s got both of my hands in his vicelike grip above my head, and he’s pinning me to the wall using his lips … His other hand grabs my hair and yanks down, bringing my face up, and his lips are on mine … the tip of my tongue tentatively strokes his and joins his in a slow, erotic dance around the corner of our mouths … I can feel his erection is pushing hard against my firm belly.”
Julia stopped typing her fingers still resting on the keys, not quite sure what she had typed, her face was red in almost embarrassment, she picked up her wine glass and guzzled some more, before taking a long drag on her cigarette.
Tracey smiled “Ready for the next paragraph?” she asked as she flicked her ash from her cigarette into the empty sink. As Julia nodded. She turned a couple of pages, nodded and then glanced at Julia to check she was in position and then started to read as slowly just as before one clear word at a time.
“He leans down and gently kisses me, his strong manly fingers still moving rhythmically deep inside me whilst his thumb is busy circling my clit and pressing hard. His other hand scoops my hair off my head and holds my head in place. I watch as his tongue mirrors the actions of his fingers, claiming me. My legs begin to stiffen as I push against his hand. He teases as gentles his hand, so I’m brought back from the brink … and then I come instantly again and again, falling apart beneath him … then I’m building again … I climax anew, calling out his name.”
Julia gulped for air, stifling a cough once Tracey had finished reading, practically finishing her wine glass off in one long swallow.
“Excellent, shall I top that up for you?” Tracey asked as Julia not sure what going on nodded as Tracey was then next to the table, the cap was twisted of the bottle and the contents chugged in. Julia didn’t notice that Tracey’s had wiggled her buttocks and her saturated shorts had landed on the floor beside her, before she hopped her naked buttocks back on the counter. “Ready to go again?” She asked as Julia pulled desperately on the butt three times before exhaling a huge cloud as she stubbed it out. “Make sure you keep focused on the screen and not at the keyboard or definitely not me.” She smiled as she widened her legs apart on the counter and then started to read the words slowly and forcefully.
“Suddenly he grabs me, tipping me across his lap. With one smooth movement, he shows his strength as angles his body, so my torso is resting on the bed beside him. He throws his right leg over both mine and plants his left forearm on the small of my back, holding me down so I cannot move … He places his hand on my
naked behind, softly fondling me, stroking around and around with his flat palm making my buttocks are wobbling like jello. And then his hand is no longer there … the pause, the anticipation, the wait and it’s there, he hits me—hard.”
“Keep typing, you are probably doing well!” Tracey grins removing her spare hand from between her crotch and wiping it on her inner thigh before using it to turn the page a couple of times. Then picked up her wine glass and chugged down half a glass as if catching up with Julia.
“Are you sure Tracey?” Julia asked her eyes wide looking at Tracey’s wide-open almost glistening crutch.
She closed her legs a little, her thighs hiding her pubic area, “Hmmm, Oh, I know what, shall we pause open the other bottle before we continue, we have both emptied our glass already!” She laughed as she tipped the rest of the wine down her neck, then with a little yelp hopped off the counter.
Julia looked in silence at Tracey and gulped air like a fish as one of the many the screw top wine bottles on the kitchen counter was spun off, and the liquid was soon chugging and gurgling back into the two glasses, and with them back in position. Tracey then after two attempts and a little cough hopped back onto the counter and spread her chubby white legs wide apart again, looked down at Julia and nodded smiled as she sipped her wine again. She then leaned over put the glass down, pulled fresh cigarette from her pack, flicked the lighter, inhaled, then opened the book as a cloud of smoke poured out of her mouth. “Ready?”
“At the touch of leather, I quiver and gasp. He walks around me again, trailing the crop around the middle of my body. On his second circuit, he suddenly flicks the crop, and it hits me underneath my behind … against my wet sex … The shock runs through me, and it’s the sweetest, strangest, hedonistic feeling … My body convulses at the sweet, stinging bite. My nipples harden and elongate from the assault, and I moan loudly, pulling hard on my leather cuffs.”
With her cigarette clamped between her lips as she read, her left hand was twisting her hard nipples through her bralette as Julia clattered away on the keyboard. As she came to a stop Julia looked up at Tracey with one foot on the counter her wild bronzed topped crotch wide apart.
Julia took a long gulp of wine, her eyes travelled up from Tracey’s crotch, over soft curvaceous belly her little glass emerald hanging on the silver chain from her
pierced belly button, and up the valley between her large breasts, past the dangled cigarette and looked through the drifted grey smoke deep into her blue eyes. They both stared for what felt like hours, the smoke billowing out of both their noses, Tracey blinked first and broke the stare as she focused on flipping over the pages of the book. She got to the right page, pulled on her cigarette on last time, exhaled a large cloud of smoke out through her nose, and dropped the butt of her cigarette in the sink and looked across with a sultry smile at Julia.
“Jules, are you ready for the next paragraph?” She asked as she licked her lips then downed her wine in one emptying glass with triumphant gulp.
Julia nodded with her mouth wide open, her fingers gently caressed and lingered on own nipples before reluctantly they went back to the keyboard.
“Right now, I want to go and join him in the shower. I have never felt this way about anyone. My hormones are racing. My skin tingles where his thumb traced over my face and lower lip. I’m squirming with a needy, achy … discomfort. I don’t understand this reaction. Hmm … Desire. This is desire. This is what it feels like.”
Tracey paused and looked across at Julia and waited for her to stop typing. Once Julia’s eyes lifted from the screen and were on her she removed her two fingers from within her sopping squelching crotch, smiled and purred, they pulled simultaneously on their cigarettes, exhaled and then took a long gulp of wine.
“Ready for the next one?” Tracey asked as she turned the pages again. Julia gulped for air swallowed loudly “I guess so?”
“Great, lets keep going!” Tracey smiled and slid her fingers back between her thighs.
“Does this mean you’re going to make love to me tonight, Christian?” Holy shit. Did I just say that? His mouth drops open slightly, but he recovers quickly.
“No, Anastasia it doesn’t. Firstly, I don’t make love. I fuck… hard. Secondly, there’s a lot more paperwork to do, and thirdly, you don’t yet know what you’re in for. You could still run for the hills. Come, I want to show you my playroom.”
My mouth drops open. Fuck hard! Holy shit, that sounds so… hot. But why are we looking at a playroom? I am mystified.
“You want to play on your Xbox?” I ask. He laughs, loudly.
“No, Anastasia, no Xbox, no Playstation. Come.”… Producing a key from his pocket, he unlocks yet another door and takes a deep breath.
“You can leave anytime. The helicopter is on stand-by to take you whenever you want to go, you can stay the night and go home in the morning. It’s fine whatever you decide.”
“Just open the damn door, Christian.”
He opens the door and stands back to let me in. I gaze at him once more. I so want to know what’s in here. Taking a deep breath, I walk in.
And it feels like I’ve time-travelled back to the sixteenth century and the Spanish Inquisition.
Holy fuck.”
“Fuck Julia, kiss me!”
Julia sat there, the latest exhaled smoke drifted out of her nose and mouth, as she picked up her wine and removed the filter and whilst keeping her eyes on Tracey excitedly gulped some down and then picking up her cigarette again, pushed back the chair, the legs squeaked against the parquet floor, and as she pulled on her cigarette, and without even questioning what she was doing she made her way over to the counter.
3 Monday
Julia rolled over coughed and buried her head under the pillow hugging tight to her face in desperation to keep the bright white light of the strip lights hanging from the ceiling out, as yet again as the shrill of the 7 o’clock in the morning bell again reverberated on the wall at the far end of the dorm, the sound bounced and echoed around inside her head like a woodpecker on speed, after several weeks of getting into the spirt of this school it was the worst moment of the day. She actively dreaded it, comparison of the chilled if relaxed and extremely drunk happy nights spent chatting, drinking, and smoking with the girls, colliding head on with brass against tin box of the hungover reality of first daylight. At least on Saturday and Sunday mornings the dreaded alarm didn’t go off and they could sleep off Friday and Saturday night fun.
That helped her determine that it wasn’t Wednesday, she was sure of that at first, but it could be Monday though, Julia grimaced as she hazy recollection of last night staggering completely naked down the hallway, her blouse in her left hand and the bottle of wine in her right, her skirt was long gone, she grimaced as she remembered tripping up the stairs after she had left the theatre room after watching more of series Lucina’s excellent educational videos and this one was the exciting episode of “Lucinda urgently needs to type a letter”. The Roger the man who she very much needed help her turn the computer on, happened to be very turned on himself, whilst her friendly secretary large chested Linda wo she had planned to dictate to, had accidently forgotten to put her knickers and skirt on that morning, and after a while whilst they all tried to fix the paper jam in the printer, the three of them had easily got enjoyably distracted, and the all-important paper had got forgotten about, and after a day drinking Julia vaguely remembered having serious fun in the leather chair with her fingers.
The thoughts of being turned on by Miss Turnaware whilst typing the erotic stories, made her even more bubbly during the movie, especially as kept accidently on purpose it seemed that she kept catching Tracey looking back across at her from where the teachers were sitting, with her fingers occasionally tweaking her nipples as she licked her lips before taking a drag on her cigarette as her finger tantalisingly disappeared as she thrusted in her naked crotch as the ‘informative’ porno movies played out.
The problem had arisen when walking back from the theatre room, in hindsight she really should have gone back with Tracey, but she far too drunk and horny to think straight, her feet hadn’t moved in exactly the way that she had anticipated on the way back to her dorm bed, she had instructed them to lift up, but she tripped up whilst not concentrating as she was still swigging directly from the very nearly
empty bottle of wine trying to get that last annoying dribble out, as she had successfully drunk the rest all by herself, she was pleased if remembered that she didn’t break the bottle, but her matted hair still sticky wine smelling body suggested that some of not all the contents may have successfully reached her lips.
As with the rest of the dorm Julia joined the cacophony and coughed hard as she got herself upright, her whole body ached, her head and stomach didn’t really like the sudden movement, but at least one saving grace was the bell had finally stopped ringing in the room and there was some relative quiet for her hungover. All the girls in the dorm were all the same position, there was a succession of hacking and groans as the girls got themselves sitting on the edge of the bed.
Almost robotically just as she had been instinctively trained by the girls over the last few months, to do first thing, Julia’s hand reached for the open pack of cigarettes on the metallic bedside table, the orange filter was soon securely between her lips. She sighed loudly in annoyance as she stretched her back and waiting for the click in her spine, before again reaching across like a cat to pick up the lighter. Soon her lungs were full of smoke and she was engulfed in exhale before she again pulled hard on the cigarette as she sat legs wide apart for balance on the very edge of the plastic sheet, she determined that she was definitely still drunk as both she and world wobbled unsteadily as she sat on the edge of the bed, she tilted her head back and sighed the exhale the nicotine barren smoke bellowing out her lungs as her head continued its rhythmic thumping like an old diesel tractor engine on tick over.
Her sighs were equally echoed down the dorm room by the other inhabitants doing exactly the same as growing putrid cloud of bluey grey smoke developed thick in still air of the dorm room, which was equally followed by more sighs as a smell of strong morning urine permeated the room as loud hissing and splashing developed from the group as they all had dutifully shuffled to the side of the bed to let go of their overnight overly full bladders, the hot golden fluid arcing towards the floor splashing and then tinkling down the rusting metallic drain in the middle of the room whilst they all pulled hard on their cigarettes.
Over time Julia had learnt that there was a system for the morning showers they took in turns each in the two showers at the end of the room each the odds and evens down the line, as bed 7 Julia knew she had a little time, so with the cigarette between her fingers, and her bladder empty she shook her legs and then twisted her body back on to the bed and shut her eyes and placed the filter back between her lips and her chest rose as she filled it with smoke, hoping against hope that it
would solve the throbbing forehead. It didn’t, but her lungs and throat did feel a little better for the delightful nicotine now flowing around her body.
Julia exhaling yet another cloud of smoke and gently turned her head and glanced out the corner of her eyes as Felicity the girl in the bed beside her finally shuffled off to the shower holding her green regulation towel. She rolled her head back on the pillow and placed the filter back between her lips, she knew it was nearly her turn.
***
Julia with her hair slicked tightly back in a still wet but roughly done ponytail, as ever her hair and her body had cleaned using the schools’ cheap standard issue plain smelling shampoo, her skirt loosely tugged up around her slim hips, but her fresh clean blouse for the morning was still very much on the bed as she leaned heavily against the bar as it was as if it was holding her up. She lifted her head from her hand as she chugged down her orange juice pick me up in one. She burped, licked her lips, sighed and then shook her head as she secured her fingers back around the vodka bottle, before wincing and releasing them before
She then reached across and balanced the bottle on the edge of the glass for security and topped the glass up with neat, and only, orange juice and gulped some of it down. With a wince and a lick of her still fury feeling teeth, she took a deep breath as she swirled the rest of her drink before taking the final shot pouring it down her throat in one. She swallowed, grimaced, licked her lips and wiped her face with the back of her hand and made her way across the room in the direction of her bed, she accidently kicked the corner of the metallic frame with her little toe, she swore loudly and then winced, lifting her foot in the air, instantly regretting doing so as she unstably wobbled before putting her foot back, and only then shaking her foot in the process/
With yet another deep breath she then attempted three lethargically bend and swoops she eventually got her fingers to connect as she picked up her new clean blouse off the bed. With her face screwed up with full on concentrating as she put the arms though the holes missing the left hole twice before finally getting it on, whilst accidently on purpose leaving the front flapping and buttons undone. She focused on the next important and growingly urgent task, she sat on the bed and flipped open the pack and pulled out the cigarette and lighter and with a couple of draws got it alight.
Melisa strode into the exhaled a cloud of smoke “Morning Jules!” she stated with her hand on her hips as she wobbled equally unsteadily at the end of the bed opposite.
“Hey morning Mel!” Jules turned, smiled and brought the filter to her lips before taking another desperate hit on the cigarette.
“You certainly had fun last night!” She grinned.
Julia raised an eyebrow, grimaced and then shook her head, instantly regretting doing so. “Yeah Mel, sodding great bruises on my thighs and now my little toe hurts as well because of it, I was still so fucking drunk that even this morning I desperately tried to wash them off in the shower!” She cackled to herself as she tutted as she gently rubbed and caressed both of her bare thighs with a large oval brown and blue bruises contrasting on her porcelain white legs.
Melissa chuckled as she grinned whilst starring and pointing at the blue green hue on both legs. “Jules, well done, they are impressive!”
Julia gurned her face in disgust “I just wish we could wear bloody leggings today to hide them!”
Melissa shook her head “Those bruises can be worn as a pride of honour; we all have them; you’ve seen the shiners on Miss Hunter, mine on the back of the legs lasted weeks and hell don’t worry we all know you were well drunk!”
Julia rolled her eyes, “Thanks…I know, the problem was…she sniffed and then pulled on her cigarette before exhaling “yesterday Miss Hunter have me the latest email from my mum, she is off for a frigging yearlong world cruise with my stepdad, so they won’t be home for frigging Christmas.”
Melissa eyes opened wide before she instinctively then pulled on her cigarette “Fuck, no wonder you needed a drink or two, what are you going to do?”
Julia shrugged her shoulders “I dunno, I will go home and enjoy the house all to myself, smoke, drink and piss where I like- I don’t know, dance in the kitchen in my underwear,” she sniffed and rubbed her finger under her nose, “I could see if my dad and his bitch will have me?” She sniffed again, shrugged and looked at her puddle on the floor slowly dripping into the drain.
“Oh bless, I can’t wait to see home again, anyway you ready for the Monday bar run?”
Julia looked up at Melissa with her bloodshot eyes widened with alarm and her shoulders and heart sunk, “Fuck its Monday again isn’t it!” She gulped air like a fish out of water then looked towards the skylights in the ceiling being pelted with the rain, it was splashing and sloshing as it hit the glass above them and then slowly brought her head back down and looked towards her cigarette pack and then to the bar at the end of the room and ironically smiled. “And it’s raining!”
3 The “Run”
The dreaded energetic stroll to the pub, it was meant to be a run, but literally no one really considered that a good idea but occasionally showed willing, Mondays were The Three Feathers quietest day of the week, in the early days had done a deal with the academy to use up some of the weekend leftovers on the girls at ten, before they properly opened at eleven. It also meant that they had a ready collection of men waiting at opening time after watching the young pretty girls have a morning drink.
That last thing that Julia gut and head ever wanted with her Sunday night infused screaming hangover was a pint or two of fizzy lager at 10 in the morning, but those were the rules and off they went.
Initially over the first few weeks she had sat inside on her own and had quietly nursed the regulated pint for the hour, unsure of what she was meant to be doing before traipsing back down the path, but as the weeks went by and she had become more sociable with the other girls, sitting outside with the pint and a couple of cigarettes had moved from bearable to desirable via required, even in the pouring rain.
She pushed her empty plate that had previously had bacon and eggs on and got up and moved back towards the dorm.
***
The gaggle of girls all congregated under a cloud of cigarette smoke with the hum of a mix of excitement and trepidation by the back door, they all looked through the open door, with a deep breath Julia put her now dry hair up out of her face with a black hairband from her wrist as the smoke from her now short cigarette still wedged between her lips poured out of her nose. She hopped from foot to foot with
nervous anticipation as she looked out through the open door at the muddy farm track that led from the school in direction of the village and her destination of the pub. She her cheeks collapsed around the cigarette once more, she reached across and stubbed the cigarette out in the metal ashtray on the wall, she then looked at her, as usual, woefully inadequate for outside adventures of black shoes, micro black skirt and white blouse.
There was an echoing cough that boomed down the hallway behind them.
“Are you ready gals?” Miss Hunter barked asked as shuffled down the hallway in her clogs the noise echoing down the hallway before again coughing loudly and then taking a recuperative drag on her cigarette as she made her way along tugging her riding high red silk petticoat back down her thick thighs.
“Yeah Miss!” They called out as one by one they headed out the door only squealing and shrieking as girls do, loudly as their shoes hit the path that was extremely wet and muddy, not helped that it was still raining.
“Gals, where is Veronica?” Miss Hunter boomed down the hallway as she got closer, there was a sharp intake of breath amongst the girls as they looked around each other and soon realised she wasn’t there yet.
“Here miss!” Veronica stated as she calmly slid to a stop on the polished floor at the end of the hallway after coming from the direction of her dormitory.
Miss Hunter pouted and then nodded “Excellent, you can take the gals up!” she grinned and brough her short filter to her lips and pulled again.
“Yes of course miss, wouldn’t miss this opportunity miss!” Veronica chanted back as she tugged her short skirt down over her non regulation large green knickers.
“Excellent Veronica, but please improve your tardiness, I will see you all back here for BEFORE lunch!” Miss Hunter shouted and leaned against the wall and sighed loudly as she watched the cohort all slowly make their way outside and then took yet another long, deep drag on her cigarette Before turning and heading back down the hallway to her office, for her next morning drink and as there was nothing vitally important happening a short nap.
Veronica took a deep breath and looked out across the mud-covered path and with her head held high gracefully started to run out through the door.
***
Melissa grabbed Julia’s hand as she screeched, then giggled as her feet slipped out from under her and slid sideways on the mud on the path.
“Argh, watch out Mel, you will take us both down!”
“Oh Jules, I really shouldn’t have that second morning drink” she shrieked again as they stepped forward together and their feet slipped slightly in the mud.
Julia gently shook her head “That makes two of us and look we are frigging covered in mud. Why they won’t let us wear coats.” She shivered as the raindrops dripped of their noses and down to the vee of the blouse as both their erect nipples protruded through the wet white blouses.
Mel turned to look at her “But at least the mud splatter is covering your bruises!”
“Ha bloody ha!” Julia poked her tongue out at Mel as they hand in hand, step in step, squeal and slide, followed the other girls slowly up the old track path.
“I hope the Feathers has the fire on!” Mel grinned at Julia as they slowly made their way along arm in supportive arm.
***
Veronica was gallantly moving her legs backward and forward like a gazelle splashing her feet daintily through the muddy puddles, her long formally athletic legs, whilst splattered in brown mud were making easy work along the path, and as she made her way past the dog legged section where the path bears to the right slightly in the direction of the pub. She winced as up ahead was the large looming figure of Fat Jimmy his belly with his large green mac up leaning against the wooden gate. She attempted to speed up, but the ground and her legs were not willing.
“Oooh girly come on girl show us your arse!” he jeered as she ran past.
“Oh, fuck off Jimmy!” She shouted back.
“Fucking show, us your arse!” he shouted back, and she flipped up her skirt to reveal her large cut boring green knickers before pulling them down again and continuing to run sliding on unsteadily on the mud.
“You’re not fucking naked!” he growled as she made her way up the path. She had a big grin on her face as she attempted to power up the path away from him.
Once past the large oak tree, panting hard she glanced back and checked the path was clear behind her and slowed to a stop and breathing hard, she bent forward and put her hands on her knees and spat a large gob of saliva to the floor before slowly rising her head up and standing with her hands on her hips, her cheeks bright red.
As the rain poured down, she shuffled under the tree for some protection, dug into knickers and skirt hem elastic and pulled out the hip flask, took a long gulp, before putting it back and pulling out a cigarette and lighter from an equally squished pack and desperately trying to keep it dry, she swiftly put the filter between her lips with a flick the flame got it alight, she glanced back and then trying to keep moving she walked slowly purposefully forward taking regular drags on her cigarette.
***
Julia wiped a rain drop still dripping from her nose and brought the pint of Carling to her lips and took two gulps and sighed after swallowing. She then pulled the face of disgust at the taste and licked her lips. “We are going to have to tell Miss Hunter about Jimmy, he is vile!”
“He only wants to see our cute arses!” Melanie stated as she shrugged her shoulders before taking a gulp of beer and wincing at the taste.
“Mels, shall we head outside?” Julia asked as she briefly glanced across and looked to the warm recently lit fire and then down to her pack of cigarettes in her other hand. “As I actually need another ciggie after that walk!” she grinned and sipped her drink again.
Melanie giggled “Yeah, is the pop catholic, come on me too, the quicker we get these down us and the sooner we can get back to the warm of the dorm!” As Julia nodded and followed Melanie out the door with the others.
“But that means going past Jimmy again!” Julia grumbled.
“Just show him your muddy arse, he is happy then!” Melanie suggested.
“It will look at if I have shat myself!” Julia shook her head in disgust as she flicked some wet mud from her legs on the floor then wiped her finger on her skirt. They
ducked their head to try and keep some of the rain off their heads and scrunched their shoulders and made a bee line to the nearest table occupied by Veronica. She had her mud encrusted legs on the bench under the large green brewery sponsored umbrella drinking her beer, her lips had a white head moustache across the top of her lips.
“Morning you two!” she grinned and took another gulp before licking most of the froth from her lip. “You okay this morning, Jules?” she probed before filling her lungs yet again with smoke.
Julia twisted her mouth and nodded gently “Yeah, had a bit of a tumble last night.”
Veronica cackled and flicked her ash to the floor “Yeah we all heard the scream, we thought someone was being murdered!” she grinned.
“Hmmm, meant I wasn’t able to keep up with you on the run this morning!” she grinned and bent down and rubbed her thigh.
Veronica laughed, “I wasn’t able to keep up with me either! Just had to get past Jimmy as quickly as possible” she stuck her tongue out and panted “how did you go?”
“We got past him with a flash of our bottoms!” Melanie giggled.
“Yup it’s the only way, its easier than our tits!” Veronica mused “So, this afternoon, are you ready for the cooking lesson?
Julia coughed her gulp of beer and looked up. “Pardon Veronica? We don’t do anything other than nap after lunch, because, of the wine and these?” She grinned and raised her pint as a “cheers” then successfully brought the glass to her lips and gulped the beer.
Veronica smiled and shrugged her shoulders “Yeah, we are cooking tea tonight, kitchen staff have a evening off!”
Julia and again coughed her swallow and spluttered as she looked towards Melanie before looking back at Veronica. “Pardon?”
“I assume you have been practicing. I am sure Mel has, haven’t you?” Melanie hid her face behind the pint, and the brought it down “Err, no?”
“Oh well, never mind, drink, smoke, and have fun, you first years will be making us all Spag Bol!” Veronica grinned and then as the drinking expert they all are she quickly chugged and downed the rest of the pint in one, licked her lips, giggled and then loudly burped, wiped her hand across her beery lips and nodded, took a drag of her short remaining butt of a cigarette and dropped it on the floor. “I think I have time for another, see you later girls!” she stopped burped loudly again, grinned and ducked under the umbrella and carrying her empty pint headed back in the rain towards the pub door.
“Err Mel cooking tea?”
Melanie grinned “Yeah Miss Archers doing cooking lessons.”
“I know but she is a morning thing?” Julia tilted her head, flicked the lighter and pulled on the cigarette.
“Well just sometimes they like to throw in a quick afternoon session!” Melanie brought her pint to her lips and gulped some of it down sighing satisfactorily afterwards. “Glass of wine, recipe book and away we go.”
Julia giggled and flicked the ash beside her. “Mel, I am normally fucked by lunchtime, hell after this one, I will be topped up nicely and probably fucked again. I can’t cut a fucking carrot drunk.” Julia shook her head and again pulled on her cigarette.
Melanie shrugged her shoulders “Yeah, and neither will Miss Archer, no one cares!” Melanie then guzzled her pint. Putting the glass down quicker than she anticipated with bang and the flicking open her pack and then accepted the fame from Julia’s lighter, before streaming the smoke out of her nose she flicked the fresh ash off on the end edge of the table.
“True!” Julia mused.
As they both again pulled on the cigarette in unison and then both exhaled their smoke, smiled, and nodded to each other and repeatedly brought the filter back to their lips as they sat there in silence, pint in one hand cigarette in the other in the limited shelter of the umbrella as the rain noisily pelted down on the canvas and the drips dropped off the edge and sipped their overly cold pints.
“Oh, I forgot to ask, go on…whats the goss?” Melanie asked.
“There isn’t any?” Julia replied deadpan.
“You spent the weekend in the frigging teachers’ rooms.”
“Yeah…” she smiled “…I think they might be looking for me to be prefect next year or something!” she grinned and sipped her pint.
“Oh wow, how did you manage that, you frigging them?”
Julia shook her head with panic “No, god no, I have no idea, not sure its me really.”
“Whats Miss Hunter like, you know on her own?”
“What do you expect? She is drunk!” Julia giggled.
“And Miss Turnaware, come on she is lovely, and you were hours with her on Saturday?”
“Oh yes, she is lovely, but…err…very we…very drunk too!” she cackled and brought the filter to her lips and pulled on her cigarette.
A few seconds later there was a deep cough to say hello as Veronica ducked her head under the umbrella and giggled as she tried to carry three fresh pints between her long fingers with her bitten fingernails, carefully managing to get them on to the table, once settled she soon had a lit cigarette back between her lips.
“Come on girls get these down you too, then we can get back to the warmth!” she grinned as she instantly gulped her fresh pint, and then brought the filter back to lips.
“But…” Julia tried to fight the indefensible as she was now definitely double parked as Veronica pushed the pint slowly in her direction.
“Come girls light up, get them down you. Sooner the better!” she grinned, and then raised suggestively one eyebrow “otherwise I will top them both nearly empty ones up with my own amber nectar she laughed deeply as she suggestively spread her legs a little brought the drink to her lips and took too long gulps as there was a splattering on the floor. “Ahh that’s better, nothing like wet knickers, I love it, and Fat Jimmy will too.” She winked, smiled, and closed her legs again as she put the pint down as she shuffled uncomfortably around and then pulled a cigarette out from the hem of her skirt.
Julia smiled at Veronica grabbed the glass and looked intently at Melissa who instantly did the same thing, and they hurriedly brought their drinks to their lips finishing off the first pint in one long gulp.
Then with a grin on their lips swapped the glasses over and picked up their second and carried on drinking.
Chapter 4- Cooking Tea
Julia leaned forwards on her elbow firmly on the tabletop as Melanie offered the flame for her post lunch time cigarette. As her stomach hit the table, she loudly knocked her knife off the plate which clattered on to the floor leaving her fork roughly in the middle of her empty plate.
“Oops!” she stated once she released the cigarette from her lips in a cloud of exhaled smoke poured out of her nose as she smiled dreamily as she then casually fiddled with her still damp wet hair from the post walk shower. Before attempting in vain to try and pick it off the floor, before giggling and giving up.
They had all come back plastered in mud from the walks and because they were relaxed, they had spent most of the walk falling and slipping over on the way back down the wet slushy muddy path, they had all staggered back through the showers before slowly making their way to their next drink at lunch.
There was a shrill of a bell followed by an instant groan then the squeak of benches and a clattering of cutlery indicating that they really should move from their slumped location as the mess that looked like a huge party had taken place both on and under the tables needed to be cleaned.
Julia pulled on her cigarette she finished off noisily emptying her bladder on the bench as she again, sighed the exhale and her thumb stroked the inside of her lip before she smiled as looked across at equally messy Melissa. Julia wiggled her buttocks from side to side to attempt to dry off and then took another drag. “I guess we better move?”
Melissa flipped her hair over her head and nodded as she flicked her cigarette “We need to sleep off lunch, then cook our tea!” she smiled, and her cheeks collapsed around the cigarette.
“I am so full of chicken and wine!” Julia giggled.
Melissa forced her exhale, licked her lips and shook her head “Come on Jules, you’ve seen Miss Archer, so is she!” They both laughed “Plus there is bound to be wine! Let’s get some sleep, so we can go cocking…I mean cooking!” she laughed loudly at her own joke.
“A cock would be nice, don’t know if need any more wine just now, but cock then sleep would be so good!” Julia giggled, then suddenly hiccupped loudly and looked very sorry for herself and hiccupped again.
“You, okay?”
Julia nodded and hiccupped and then attempted to giggle only to loudly hiccup again.
***
Several hours later the girls were all in the school’s kitchen classroom, they very rarely used the 1960’s cold extension room, but needs must. All the windows were steamed up and it was equally steamy inside.
“Well done everyone, the meat should be browned now, its time to put your wine glass down and top it up before we move on to the next phase, make sure your kettle is boiling ready for the stock!” the plump Miss Archer stated as the smell of onions, garlic and meat started to permeate the kitchen area mixing with the smoke from burning cigarettes scattered around the room. “Right, next we add a good dollop of puree and continue stirring it in.” She looked through her round glasses balanced on her curved nose at the dozen girls all desperately trying to stand up by leaning on their peeling and old Formica counters next to their saucepans.
The kitchen area was a large square room with paint peeling off the walls decks with identical counters with oven, hobs and various equipment for cooking for at least 12 pupils sharing a pot. Everyone turned to look as Sarah Jones squealed and swore as her large bouncing chest went bright red as the lid from the tomato puree tube in Tabitha hands popped off and squirted her on the neck and lower face then dribbled down in the large cavern between her breasts.
“Tabitha Walshingham, the tomato puree is to go in the saucepan on top of the meat and bits, not on top of Sarah’s amazing and meaty tits, however large and no doubt tasty they are, I am sure they don’t need seasoning!” The stern looking Miss Archer suggested from behind her counter before breaking out in a chuckle.
“Sorry miss, it got excited miss, and it just cum on her miss, I couldn’t help it!” She said with a straight face.
“Go and wash yourself down Sarah!” Miss Archer stated as the pointed to the door, as Sarah dejectedly made her way out of it still wiping her hands over her red chest smearing it further.
The whole class laughed, cackled and giggled, even Miss Archer couldn’t keep a straight face after a few seconds of squealing she coughed to gain their attention then banged a wooden spoon on the side of a pot.
Melissa giggled “What’s it tastes like Jules?” As she lent on the counter and sniffed the frying meat and onions and watched her stirring it.
“I don’t know,” she pulled the wooden spoon out the pot and offered the tip to Melissa, she blew on it and then touched her tongue on the end and recoiled at the heat before both turned their heads to the front of the class.
“Julia put the wooden spoon in the pot and not in your mouth of Melissa’s, you can play your sex games later!”
“Ooooh sorry miss!” Julia giggled as she instantly put the spoon back in the saucepan as Melissa licked her meat smothered lips.
“Please girls, focus the sooner we do this, the sooner we can all smoke and drink, right, so puree into the pan please, you can smear yourself in the food and lick it off after the class at your own leisure!” Miss Archer shouted. “Right girls, tomato puree in, Tabitha, please stop pouring it on the floor, you’ve made your point, right then then stir, everyone happy?”
“Yeah Miss” they chanted back between stifled giggles.
“Right tip in the bacon, carrots, leeks, and any other veg you can find, give it a stir! Yes, girls you can have a ciggy or drink whilst doing this bit, I know I need one!”
“Yes miss!” came the response followed by a chattering, giggling, clanking utensils, pans, and clinking of glasses with the clicks of lighters.
Miss Archer tucked her brunette bang behind her ear and glasses and then took a deep stress filled breath and looked to the side and picked up her glass and after a
big sigh gulped most of her red wine as she watched the mess and disorder continue in front of her and then stirred in her vegetables.
“Right, I have already opened the cans of chopped tomatoes, so no one can cut themselves on the sharp edge, please, between the two of you, can you determine the soberer one, please pour the hot water into the jug and stir the stock cube in roughly 500ml please? As its boiling, one of you needs to be sensible, chose one please. Thank you, girls, well done. Jennie I wouldn’t stick your finger in it, as it’s boiling it will hurt, use the spoon, and Michelle turn the jug the other way around for millilitres!”
“Sorry miss” she giggled back.
Miss Archer topped up her wine glass and then instantly drank some more “Jennie the plastic jug, not Tabitha’s jugs! God’s sake girls! You will be the ones that are sorry, right those silly enough not wearing an apron, stand back a little with this one ladies, please keep your tits and suck those wine bellies in, those like me who have them, yes even you Jennie, away from the pan. Pour in the tins of tomato, then pour the stock in and give it a stir, and bellies in, don’t lean on the oven as it will sizzle watch out.”
“Yes miss” they chanted back as the echo of shrieks of surprize as the splashing stock and tomato bubbled away. They all looked across to the door as the blonde Sarah stropped back in completely topless her chest and neck red from being rubbed clean and remaining puree stains she had missed. She grabbed her cigarette from the pack on the counter and swiftly got it alight by bending down and getting the cigarette near the flame under the pot. She then leant heavily on the counter and pulled hard on the cigarette as she watched on.
Miss Archer took another gulp of wine “Hello Sarah, you, okay, stay back if I was you, the pots a sizzling until we get the lids on!” She nodded ad shrugged her shoulders in response as she sulked in and leaned against the end of the counter squishing her breasts and belly against as she pulled on her cigarette. “Right, anyway where we, ah yes, the important one, it may seem like a waste, but pour whatever is left of your wine bottle into the pot!” she grinned. “Once in, add a bit of salt and pepper, then put the lid on, turn the heat down, make sure you have, oh and then relax and if you want you can go to the tearoom, but don’t forget to come back before it boils dry.
Julia tipped the bottle into the pan, watching the red liquid chug in, then grabbed the saltshaker and shook that above the pan and giggled as far too much went in “oops” she giggled as she stirred it in.
“Girls, as the bolognaise reduces I recommend it’s now time to open your next bottle all for yourself and relax for the next hour whilst we reduce the bolognaise, I know I will be!” Miss Archer grinned as she pulled a cigarette out of the pack and placed it between her thin lips and with a deep cheek collapsed as she tried to destress before sighing her exhale “No Tabitha don’t try snorting the salt!” She instantly pulled again on the cigarette “Girls please just go to the common room, thank you!” She said exhaling and pointing towards the door, and then poured the contents of her wine glass down her throat, licking her lips satisfactorily afterwards.
Julia looked at the half empty bottle of red merlot beside her and grinned. ***
Forty or so minutes later Miss Archer leaned back against the kitchen counter, the wine in her glass sloshed from side to side as she tried to gulp yet more of her red wine from her glass as she leaned at slight angle with her hips and hand against the end of her counter at the end of the room as the girls chatted, squeaked, and giggled their way in.
“Oh, hello girls, I do hopes your bladders and bol are as reduced as mine before we finish this off!” she mumbled, murmured, slurred and took another slurping gulp, and the girls ignored her, she removed her hand from the counter to move but fell further sideways catching her fall by putting her hand down again, she pushed herself up and tried again. “Now guys wesh needs to boil the spashgetti,” she shook her head “the spaggesti,” again she shook her head “the sketty!” she nodded to herself and grinned. “So gurls wesh gets the big pots from down here and fills it up wish water, not wine!” she announced as the girls continued chatting.
She squatted down out of view from the class and with a yelp she rocked on her heels and fell backwards on to her bum in to her cold puddle of her own urine as soon as she let go of the tabletop and tried and open the cupboard, so sat cross legged giggling to herself as opened the cupboard door and fished around creating an almighty clatter as the contents fell on the floor as she eventually pulled out a large saucepan and lid out, she huffed as climbed back up holding the saucepan and banged it noisily on the counter.
The room was finally silent as everyone looked at Miss Archer waving her large pan around in the air. Explaining again what she wanted them all to do.
There was a communal banging, crashing squealing and shrieking as the girls got the pans out.
Miss Archer concentrated as she turned the taps on and filled up the pan with water then with great uncontrol bashing it again on top of the hob, the water sloshed everywhere.
“Comes on girls, catch up!” she grinned as she banged the lid with a clang on top. “Wesh needs to boil the wine, no, no, drink wine, boils the water!” she shook her head and waved her finger as she corrected herself, smiled tipsily at the girls and then fiddled with the oven button, after doing all four hobs twice she eventually getting the right hob hot. She took another long gulp from her wine glass to celebrate and sighed loudly. She then banged the cupboard door shut beside her. “Hows everyone dosing I shall has a pee in your pants,” she shook her head and licked her lips and waved her index finger “Silly me, we can’t do that!” she laughed to herself “we are not wearing any, I meant can I peek at your pans, as I’ve already pees lots, but not much in the pans!” She slurred, talking nonsense as she then giggled and grinned at her attempt at humour as she staggered off to the side leaving the hem of her short skirt wedged in the cupboard door. As she staggered sideways there was the unmistakable noise of ripping fabric, she didn’t notice as she stumbled out of it until she was standing there completely naked from the waist down.
There was a giggle from the girls as she bounced on the opposite wall before staggering closer to them.
“Youse needs to turns the hobs on Tabitha, its wonts boil withs outs heat!” she giggled and waved her finger around as her hips bounced along the counter.
“Jules and Mells, wells done!” she nodded after checking the hob was on and the pot was on the right one “Have as nuffer drink and a schmoke whilst waiting, as I will!” she stated as she bounced off the counter and staggered further around the other girls before making her way back to the front of the room and fumbling with her pack of cigarettes, eventually getting the filter between her lips and a flame from her lighter. She exhaled a cloud of smoke and then lifted her lid on the pot and nodded as the girls in front of her clattered, chatted and coughed.
“Girls!” she shouted to get their attention, she coughed and leaned forward on the counter trying to be serious and sober “In your drawers in fronts of you, no, pease Tabitha, not your period knickers Tabitha, we doesn’t want to see in there, ever!” she giggled very girly way failing to be sober, “the cupboard drawers’ girls, you will find what.” She giggled again “I calls the…” she tried to stifle her giggles and struggled “the cock…” she giggled and spluttered again “…measurer. I know I like girth, so should aim to find a man with his cock big enough for sketty for four!” She laughed loudly at her attempt at humour before remembering her cigarette between her fingers and taking a drag, dropping the butt in the sink. She then rummaged around inside her drawer.
Miss Andrews giggled as she produced a metal spatula, with numbers 1 to 4 alongside increasing larger hole sizes she waved it around successfully before looking aghast. “Jennie, do not use the rolling pin for that now, it is fun by the looks of it, but you mights get a splinter!” she grinned then sighed loudly and watched what was unfolding in front of her. She pulled another cigarette from her pack and got it alight, and took a deep suffering drag, exhaled and tutted at what she was watching. “No Tabitha please don’t hit Sarah’s bottom with the sketty measurer, however much she might enjoys it.” She was then silent and picked up her wine glass and gulped her wine as the girls giggled and laughed at each other as they all took in turns shouting and giggling as they whacked their arses with the spatulas and gyrated with rolling pins.
Miss Archer finally banged the lid of her pan loudly and everyone stopped and looked at her.
“Thanks girls!” she smiled and then inhaled again on her cigarette. “We needs to measures the sketty for everyones!” she stated and with her cigarette clamped in the corner of her mouth proceeded to explain with how to open the bag and try and carefully measure the long sticks of pasta.
There was great commotion as lots spilled out everywhere, but eventually most of the girls got the spaghetti required into the boiling hot pans without burning themselves.
Miss Archer dangled her cigarette and wiped her now steam covered glasses using the edge of now tomato sauce splattered white blouse and put them back on her nose, attempting and failing to straighten her hair again. She flicked the ash in the sink and took a long drag, exhaled, and tipped the last of her bottle of wine mainly into the glass and took a gulp, then looked back up at the clock on the wall,
it was five to six, the bell would be ringing soon for dinner, somehow, they were perfectly on time.
She put the spatula into the water and fished out a string of pasta and flung it at the wall beside her.
It stuck.
“The pasta is done!” She grinned “Once Melissa and Julia have finished urinating, we can serve up!” she grinned and took a long gulp of her wine, her cheeks were red from the split wine. As Julia and Melissa giggled at the large puddle on the floor between them.
Chapter 5- Typing
The seriously hungover girls yawned, stretched, moaned and chatted as they made their way from having their late breakfast down yet another long identical looking hallway in the direction of the computer room.
“I don’t get why we need to do this!” Melanie moaned as she walked alongside Julia.
“To make us better improved women!” Julia said in the robotic voice and grinned. “You’ve seen Miss Hunters newsletters; she can’t type for toffee!” Melissa giggled.
“True, I wouldn’t worry, you’ve seen Miss Hunters newsletters…” Julia rolled her eyes “you can tell if she wrote it before or after lunch!” Melissa grinned.
Julia laughed, and pulled on the cigarette again, she exhaled to the side and grinned at Melissa, “Oh god, of course, one from the other week where she got bored or changed her mind before the end, printed it half-finished mid-sentence!”
“They won’t worry about the accuracy, it is all about effort in everything we do, it is all about showing willing, follow where they lead, and soon you’re a mess, but all is well!”
Julia chuckled “Well everyone is at least drunk!” she smiled, frowned at the thought, then flicked the ash from her cigarette on to the floor and brought the filter back to her lips took one last drag, before stopping and stubbing it out in the ashtray on the wall as she forced the smoke out of her lungs.
“The main thing Jules, is I am sure if Miss Turnaware, even sober, actually knows how to spell!” Melissa giggled as Julia growled as she focused on doing her buttons of her blouse up, getting all the way to the top before getting annoyed at the missed hole at the bottom and then redoing them all over again.
***
Miss Turnaware stood at the front of the room, her long red hair messily but still pleated down her back, cigarette in hand; her pale white skin covered by a green cardigan which was held together with a fragile looking single brown button holding back her braless bulging voluptuous freckle covered chest. In front of her lined up in rows across the room there was a dozen early 2000’s computers the white plastic frames of the screens yellowed from time and years of tobacco abuse from the users. The students eventually got themselves, so they were all sitting behind the large screens with their headphones around their necks.
Tracey pulled on the cigarette, exhaled, and then placed the filter into the ashtray and clasped her hands together “Morning girls, I hope you have had a good morning so far, please make sure you have set up your drinks, cigarettes, ashtrays, and of course the peddle to control the speed of the dictation?” There was a moment of clatter, banging and chatter as the girls moved everything around last minute.
“Yes miss!” The girls in the room chanted back.
“You have an hour copying my reading of the chapter by Chris Rojek of ‘The Thoroughly Modern Women’ I think you will find whilst typing it, its highly informative. We will stop for a drink break and then continue with more work, I have lined up ‘Modern Woman: The Lost Sex’, an excellent American study on the feminist women in the post war era.”
“Yes Miss.” The girls chanted back.
Miss Turnaware nodded and picked up her wine glass from the desk, smiled, swirled the contents and took a gulp before loudly swallowing.
Julia exhaled a cone up to the ceiling and stubbed her cigarette out in the ashtray on the corner of the desk and then picked up and washed her throat with a sip of the glass of “vodka” and orange and with a cough to clear her throat, she ran her tongue across her teeth and stared at the screen, and in anticipation of the test she hovered her fingers over the A, S, D, F, and J, K, L, and : keys.
“Girls, please start!” Miss Turnaware bellowed before taking a seat on top of her desk, leaving her pale white legs wide apart, extracted a cigarette from the pack on her desk and swiftly lighting it before crossing and then uncrossing her legs again and sitting there sternly watching the girls.
Julia tried to get Miss Turnaware’s eyes, but she didn’t look at her, so with a shrug, she checked under the desk and double checked that her foot was actually over the peddle, took another nervous gulp of drink, placed her hands back over the keys, and with a deep breath she depressed the peddle and the words flowing into her ears and her eyes focused on the screen as her fingers moved and with the others the clattering of fingers stroking keys began as she started to type.
***
Twenty minutes later Julia removed her foot from the peddle and took a deep breath and sighed as she looked around and smiled, she paused typing and thought she had caught Miss Turnaware’s bloodshot eyes, but again she instantly looked away smiled with appreciation at someone else in the room before placing the filter back between her lips and almost seductively pulling on the cigarette before exhaling and then unsteadily standing up brushing the perceived ash off her body.
Julia felt slightly disappointed, took her own drag on her burning cigarette, a gulped her juice and then carried on typing, but out of the corner of her eye she spotted Miss Turnaware started to walk around the room peering over the girls’ shoulders inspecting what and how they are typing. Julia took the opportunity of her natural pause to get a filter between her lips and then the hit the lighter for the flame, she pulled the smoke into her lungs and then exhaled, she smiled to herself with the cigarette close by just between her fingers, as she soon felt Miss Turnaware hovering close in her personal space behind her with her gorgeous aroma of perfume, cigarettes and alcohol mixed with a hint of urine, their bodies seemed to collide as Miss Turnaware ’accidently’ wobbled and grabbed hold of the back of Julia’s chair for support and then leaned forwards studying the screen, her breasts resting on Julia’s shoulders creating a head support cushion.
Julia breathed in the aroma and then smiled at Tracey’s reflection in the screen as she pressed her weight down momentarily, her breasts squishing and warming Julia’s neck and she instantly started typing again, Miss Turnaware pushed up on the back off the chair and shuffled off to stand behind Tiffany as she sat there typing away. Julia stole a glance at Tracey who didn’t look back as she paused
after the next sentence took a brief drag on the cigarette as she then exhaled and carried on enthusiastically bashing the keys as she typed away.
A while later Julia finally hit the final full stop and sighed as she wiggled the headphones down around her neck and stretched and twisted it, before slumping slightly into the wooden chair. She looked back up at the screen and after studying it for a for moments, smiled at the mostly red line free words as she reached for her pack of cigarettes.
Miss Turnaware had already made her way back to the desk at the front of the room and was busy with smoke drifting out from behind yet another James Patterson book , as Julia’s chair squeaked as she moved about, Miss Turnaware looked up and put the book down and clasped her hands together and then stood up, and gently shook her right leg as a yellow dribble dripped down on to the floor “Oh, have you finished already Julia, you have done that extremely quickly, well done, practice does make perfect!” She smiled.
“Yes T…miss, I just typed as quickly and accurately as possible!” Julia nodded as she put her filter between her lips.
“Excellent, if you can leave the computer as it is, and I will mark your first paper along with the others. Please head off the common room and chill. We will look to do the next paper in an hour or so after you have had a drink!” She grinned.
Julia nodded “Thanks Miss.” Then lit the cigarette and her chest rose as she filled it with smoke turned to the side as she exhaled and smiled at Tiffany who ignored her as her eyes were still zoned out to the screen typing away listening to the exciting reading, her cigarette was burning disregarded in the ashtray. Julia with her own cigarette dangled in the corner of her mouth, the pack of cigarettes and lighter secure in her hand, tugged her skirt back down over her naked bruised backside and headed out of the room.
***
Tiffany leant against the door frame and pulled a cigarette from the pack clutched between her fingers before exhaling and sauntering into the room.
“Hey Jules, god that was tough, I think I have RSI!” She grinned and wiggled her fingers on her left hand before placing her right back to her mouth so she could take another drag on the cigarette.
“Yeah, at least our fingers get some exercise!” Julia tried to laugh a long too.
“Yeah, the finger weight loss methodology!” Tiffany giggled. “Doesn’t do anything for the hips…”
Julia tutted “It was so boring though, listening to that academic paper.”
“Tell me about it, I’m gagging, do you want a drink?”
Julia winced and looked across at the table and then back at Tiffany “Hmm, I am thinking I might have a tea, seeing this is the tearoom!” Julia replied as she shuffled off the leather chair and readjusted her skirt yet again as she headed to the corner of the room.
Tiffany screwed her face up “What?” As Julia stood beside her.
“Well, I need to try and type straight!” Julia shrugged her shoulders as she tried to defend herself as she opened the cupboard and found a kettle and brushed the dust off it.
“Fuck that, we both need a real drink!” Tiffany exclaimed as she bent over and opened the fridge and pulled out two bottles of Smirnoff ice.
“I can’t type too drunk, I tried on…Sa, I have tried before, I’m useless like that!” Julia attempted to explain.
“Yeah, but that’s the whole point of this place, wakeup, get wasted, attempt to learn rubbish, piss, fall over in said piss, drink more whilst sitting on the floor of piss, go to sleep, wake up repeat.” Tiffany said as she used the bottle opener to take the cap off both bottles.
Julia rubbed her bruised thigh. “Yeah, tell me about it. Been there and got the blinking bruise!”
Tiffany gawked looking down “Shite that’s an impressive bluey, are you okay, you were pretty wasted last night?” She stated before taking a gulp of the bottle.
Julia snorted. “Yeah, I vaguely remember it…that’s why I am trying to have some tea!” She grinned.
Tiffany’s eyes stretched on stalks “What are you actually, like proper sober?” she whispered the last half of the sentence and glanced around.
Julia shifted her weight from foot to foot and nodded. “My head and stomach hurt too much again to even think about drinking properly this morning!” she grinned a little unconvincingly.
“Jules…its nearly lunchtime now” she said handing the other bottle to her “…you better get a drink or two in you, as you know Matron can always do a check on us at any time?”
“I really just don’t want to drink!” Julia whispered and looked over her shoulder as the other girls streamed into the room chatting away as they formed a queue to the bar area.
“Come on!” Tiffany sternly looked at her “Drink up!” and took a long gulp and they stepped to the side to le the others get a drink.
Julia holding the cool bottle in her hand sighed loudly as if beaten and took a reluctant nervous gulp.
Tiffany triumphantly smiled as Julia swallowed “See, I bet you are feeling better already?” she smiled again and then took her own mouthful of hers.
“But my typing won’t be” Julia snapped back and stared angrily at the bottle before taking a gulp.
Tiffany laughed, raised an eyebrow and smiled, “Then you will just get extra time practicing with Miss Turnaware, won’t you?”
Julia was about to bite back when Melanie walked up to both girls and growled, “That was shite!” and chugged in one the drink straight down her throat. “God, I needed that!” Then proceeded to light her cigarette, and then subsequently pull hard on the filter.
“Yes. It was…” Julia replied.
***
“Well done girls, everyone did an amazing job, of course you all passed on the first chapter, what’s a couple of typo’s between friends, so you can give yourselves a
pat on the back, or probably a drink to celebrate!” she grinned over the din of everyone getting settled back behind the desk.
Julia retrieved another cigarette and placed it between her lips, she focused on the cigarette as she flicked the lighter and then stopped before connecting with the tip as out of the corner of eye, she clocked something on the screen. She stopped the flame and stared at her monitor momentarily and screwed her eyes up as she read it again, then chucked to herself and smiled before flicked the lighter again deeply inhaled. She blew the smoke across the room and then read it yet again.
Missed u Cum 2 mine tonite- after sobs- delete now! X
She quickly hit the delete key and watched as the letters disappeared, she then nervously looked around to check no one else had seen it, with the screen white with the blinking curser flashing like her heart beat, she slowly calmed down as it clear they were never there, she looked up over the screen at Miss Turnaware who this time did catch her eyes but with a wry grin just slowly nodded in agreement, then, turned her head as if to ignore the continuing stare of Julia as she shuffled up on the desk and coughed “Ready girls, drinks poured, cigarettes lit, earphones in, let’s go again!” She announced before picking up her wine glass and smiling at the group, as Julia changed her focus and she stared intently at the screen as the smoke drifted from the cigarette in her ashtray as Tracey finally retuned the smile as she looked back and brought the glass to her lips as the fingers clattered noisily against the keyboards, took a gulp, then picked up her book.
Chapter 6- Afternoon Exercise
After the regulation siesta after the liquid fuelled lunch, with the all-important afternoon nap the bell surprisingly rang to wake them up.
Miss Hunter appeared at the end of the dorm, her hair held back in a large white hairband, whilst wearing what looked like and was and overly tight gym kit of tight white shorts and white t-shirt.
“Gals, wakey, wakey, its afternoon time!” she coughed and then pulled on her cigarette as she watched the carnage of the girls waking up, stretching and coughing, “sorry to throw this on you, but it’s time for the end of year bleep test I am afraid.”
A loud groan warbled and spun around the room to be followed by more coughing, swearing and chattering under their breath as they all in turn grabbed and lit their desperately needed waking up cigarettes.
“Please meet me in the hall in twenty to thirty minutes please, that should be more than enough time to get ready!” She bellowed and then looked around “Where is Veronica when I need her?” She tutted and turned and then headed off towards the other dorms.
“Guess we are now working on the hips now!” Chuckled Melissa as she stretched her arm into the air her breasts jiggled as she moved her arms around trying to wake up, with her cigarette dangled between her lips they sat on the end of the beds.
“Fingers in the morning, lungs and hips in the afternoon, it’s a strange exercise routine!” Julia tried to joke as she hunched over the end of the bed, sheltered the cigarette and lighter between her cupped hands and soon engulfed herself in a cloud of exhaled smoke,
***
Set out in the cold, strip light lit gym hall, with two of the lights at the far end were broken, blinking and flashing on and off as if it was a disco. The hall was set out with two uneven rows of plastic cones roughly 15 metres apart. At both ends there were set up two wooden wallpapering tables with an array of bottles of drinks and ashtrays.
On the table on the far end next to a bottle of vodka was a battered well used 1990’s black portable stereo with a tape deck.
Miss Hunter strode into the middle of the hall, her white shorts undeniably now yellow in the crotch, turned and blew the whistle, in an attempt to stop the chattering as the girls stood milling around shivering in the cold room, killing time and some genuinely still yawning, cigarettes burning between fingers trying to avoid looking at what they were about to do.
“Gals, in 5 minutes, I am going to press play, okay, if I was you, I would empty your bladders, if you need to, away from the course, and if you want a drink whilst doing this, get it open now, oh and of course make sure your ciggies ready!”
“Yes Miss” the tuneless reply came from the group.
“Everyone know what they are doing?”
“Yes Miss” the bored sounding riposte came back.
“And where is Veronica?” She bellowed looking at her flock in front of her.
They all looked at each other and chattered amongst themselves.
“Where is she?”
“Last seen drinking with Dot, Miss.” A voice squeaked out.
“And where is Dot?” Miss Hunter’s gravelly voice boomed.
There was a cacophony of giggles, before another voice shouted, “Still asleep miss!”
Miss Hunter tutted. “She will never learn!”
They all turned their heads in unison as the double doors loudly flung open with a bang.
“Imish here, nose prosplblmes now, imish here!” Veronica slurred as she forced her way into the throngs of girls as bounced off them and staggered through the gaggle to the front of the group all attempting to quietly chuckle at Veronica behind her back as she stood there in front of them with her bright red buttocks and her hand on her thong covered hips.
“Evening Veronica!” Miss Hunter paused and looked her up and down “And what has happened to your shoes and, err, clothes?” Miss Hunter asked as Veronica wobbled around in front of her in just her soaked through green thong, with two packs of cigarettes and silver hipflask squished in place against her skin by the thin elastic on both hips.
She shook her head “Noshing!” she shrugged her shoulder and giggled.
“Excellent, nothing we can do about it now, you can help everyone get in the spirit of this test, please just don’t fall over and hurt yourself!”
“Yes Mish,” she nodded, her head wobbling ever so slightly “Ise just needs my cigsh first!” She slurred as she straightened up, messed about with her hair as she
wobbled about, tugging at the end of her ponytail making it far messier, and then fiddled with her hip until she pulled a cigarette from the pack wedged in her elastic and positioned it between her glossy lips as a flame from a lighter appeared in front of her nose from one of the girls. With a gentle pull, she soon exhaled, removed the cigarette from her lips and was instantly handed an opened bottle of blue WKD that she smiled, and then guzzled she made an indirect way to the front of the cones with her bottle and cigarette in separate hands.
***
The decades old stretched tape crackled into life, and the determined and authoritative female voice boomed “Drag” there was a large communal intake of smoke from the girls. “Hold” and “Exhale” Beep- and like a herd of disorganised elephants the girls groaned as they clumped forward in a row, safely reaching the other side smiling as they arrived before the noise, they all turned, BEEP and voice boomed out “Drag, it then paused, Hold, pause and Exhale- then another loud Beep and they set off again.
The process repeated Drag, Hold, Exhale- BEEP again they set off, making the gentle walk across the room. BEEP, again they all made it back to the other side.
Drag, Hold, Exhale- BEEP again they all set off, Miss Hunter blew her whilst as this time four girls didn’t reach the end before BEEP went off, they shrugged their shoulders and opened a Smirnoff ice and lit a fresh cigarette before turning back and watching the action.
BEEP they all moved successfully across the room, Miss Hunters head was as if she was watching a game of tennis, BEEP and they would traverse the room under a cloud of smoke, and she would follow with her eyes. Again, she blew the whistle, three girls dropped out.
BLEEP they moved quicker, they coughs got louder as their legs moved faster BLEEP, whistle, more dropped out instantly going to grab a drink.
“Imsh good at tis!” Veronica gloated as she wobbled away across the floor whilst Julia and Melanie followed suite.
“Yes!” Grinned Julia.
BEEP, and the whistle as more dropped out.
Drag, Hold, Exhale, BEEP, BEEP, Whistle.
Drag, Hold, Exhale, BEEP, BEEP, Whistle
“I’m stills the besh!” Veronica panted as she and Julia made their way across the room, pausing at the end for a quick drag, hold and exhale.
“Yesss!” Julia replied puffing away on air.
“I has yet to be beaten!” Veronica laughed.
BEEP,
BEEP, Whistle. Melanie filtered off and headed over to the table and clapped on Julia before swiftly opening bottle of Smirnoff Ice and thirstily chugging it down.
“Well done gals, keep going!” Miss Hunter shouted as the final two girls traversed the room as everyone else stood on the side lines clapping and cheering.
BEEP,
“Struggling?” Julia asked, “come on!” BEEP,
“Nevers!” Veronica shook her and her bright face wheezed BEEP,
BEEP, “Come on!” BEEP, thud and a gasp and groan as there was a communal of intake of air from the girls.
Whistle. The room was deafened by the clapping and whooping as Veronica slowly climbed up to all fours, slipping a couple of times flat on her face.
“Well done, Julia!” Miss Hunter shouted. As a group of girls ran over to help Veronica off the floor.
Julia was bent over hands on knees panting hard.
“Excellent gals, right, everyone ready to go again, that was the practice session?” Miss Hunter laughed.
“No miss!” they chanted back.
“Come on once again girls, come on, one more drink and a free smoke then we go again!” Miss Hunter boomed as she eventually once fiddling with the buttons on the black tape deck, and tutting at the machine but eventually pressed rewind on the tape deck as it whirred.
Julia wiped her forehead with her right hand and then placed it on her hip, as her left brought the filter back to her lips, with her fingers making a wide vee, her cheeks collapsed as she pulled the smoke hard into her desperate screaming lungs. “I didn’t expect to win that!” she said as the smoke poured back out of her mouth before instantly hitting on it again.
“You did well!” Melanie smiled.
“Let’s see if I cannot do well again!” she sighed the rest of her exhale out of her nose.
“You will, you are amazing at this!” Melanie smiled as she brought her own cigarette to her lips and pulled hard.
***
BEEP, Whistle.
“Well Done Julia again! Commiserations Veronica.” Miss Hunter shouted. As Veronica lay out flat on her back her chest rising and falling rapidly as she groaned and wheezed loudly as her lungs screamed for oxygen through the tar laden alveoli, there was growing puddle splashing and gurgling as it developed between her sprawled out naked thighs.
Chapter 7- Bedtime
After yet another shower to wash of the sweat and chatting with everyone with a couple of very small celebratory drinks over tea, still nervously knowing what she had to do next, Julia managed to pass the sobriety test with Tiffany with some overly exaggerated wobbling on one leg, as they had later found out that Veronica had passed out fast asleep in a corridor and so had been covered up with a blanket and left alone.
Julia had downed the obligatory two shots of night cap vodka, followed by the communal teeth washing session, as the lights were being turned off, Julia lay there quietly for twenty minutes as the chatter died down, only then could she then dare to get dressed again under her bed sheet, and silently made her move, creeping down the dorm attempting to avoid her feet splashing the streams on the floor and not jumping with the snores and coughs.
As she turned by the showers, even with the water turned off she could see four legs entangled with each other from below the grey plastic curtain and the sound of moaning, sucking and smacking of lips and hips, she smiled and half tempted to pull the curtain, she shook her head and turned and carefully made her way down the steps towards the main hallway. She got to the bottom, and whilst looking around in the darkness lit a cigarette, the flame from the lighter briefly and brightly illuminating the hallway highlighting her presence. She tutted to herself and slowly continued making her way.
In the darkness of the empty draughty corridors, following the cheap red and silver Christmas tinsel swinging whilst loosely tapped to the corridor’s walls, with the low red glow from her cigarette lighting the way as she pulled on in between her lips as she slowly made her way carefully down and along past the theatre room, and then the silent offices, as she headed towards the staff quarters. It was the first time she had left the dorm rooms at night; the place was eerie the whole building seemed to be creaking and groaning as the wind blew outside.
Standing in the grand entrance hall with the large Christmas tree looking cold with its white lights turned off, as she stood under the large glass chandelier, she jumped as she thought she saw movement out of the corner of her eyes, but it was the trees outside creating shadows though the glass against the wall behind her, she paused and pulled again on the cigarette held the smoke for a beat as she contemplated her next move before exhaling and looking down the long dark hallway in front of her with trepidation, she started to slowly walk down in the direction of room number 9.
Julia paused outside Miss Hunters room, the noises suggested she was researching yet another ‘informative film’ with the groans, grunts and high pitch overly acted shouts for “oh big boy, more and harder!” coming through the door. She chuckled and slowly made her way down to the end of the hallway.
She instinctively went to knock on the door but paused, it was already invitingly a few centimetres ajar, Julia looked around behind her to check no one was
watching and then pushed at the door, the room was not dark as she expected, on the floor there were spread out every few steps brightly burning tea lights leading in the direction of the sofa. Julia gently pushed the door to behind her, the lock clunked shut, the tea lights daintily danced temptingly attempting to go out, as the door moved through its arc, Julia paused and listened along with her own heart thumping loudly she could hear gently breathing in the silence of the room, with a tentative drag on her cigarette, she exhaled and stepped forward as she followed the candle lit path, the two tea lights were floating like little sailing boats drifting on the draughts of the room on a puddle on the floor by the coffee table. She smiled as she swerved around the liquid and the tealights desperately trying not to step on them as she made her way around the room.
She stepped as quietly and daintily as she could, all the practice getting into the house at night was easy for amount she had drunk all day, she followed the candles with her eyes up onto the coffee table with an empty bottle of wine next to ashtray, she took a final drag on her cigarette and dropped it in there as she exhaled, she then stepped around more streams of the puddles she followed more of the yellow flickering tealights around the corner of the sofa. She looked up and there were three more lights shining couple more paces apart through the open door of Tracey’s bedroom, Julia smiled as paused, ran her hands through her hair, attempting to make herself slightly ore presentable and then walked forward into the darkened bedroom. She looked at Tracey, her soft ceramic white body lit up by several more candles, she had her head propped up on her hand, her elbow on the pillow, her knee of her right leg was up in a 45 degree angle, open and suggestively displaying her body, her soft creamy white skin was flickering and glowing in the candlelight from the bedside table, the skin was contrasting against the matching bright red lace lingerie, the gusset of her knickers considerably darker than the rest of the set. But as Julia took a step closer towards the radiant light was also clear that Tracey’s eyes were closed, she was fast asleep, her head twisted awkwardly, stretching her skin, and pushing a small double chin against her hand, there was dribble of saliva from the corner of her mouth was dripping off her hand and on to the bed.
Julia was frozen to the spot for what felt like eternity; she did not know what to do. She glanced at the open pack on the bedside table and smiled as she knew what the first thing to do was, she shuffled across and put a filter between her lips. She slid back away from the bed and picked up a tealight from the bed side table and used the flame to light the cigarette, and with a couple of drags got it alight and the nicotine back into her now very nervous blood stream. She leant over and quietly placed the tea light back and then with a loud swallow of air she started to back out
of the room the way she came, but whilst the still asleep Tracey started to cough and splutter, dribbling more saliva down her hand, her large breasts bounced and wobbled in their transparent lacey mesh bra, her green bead dangling from her pierced belly button flapped against her soft skin, as she heaved, she then with a further deep cough, she groaned and licked her lips as she slowly woke up as her head started to slide off her hand, and before it did her eyes, flickered, she coughed again, as her eyelids gradually opened and adjusted to the dim light, she looked at Julia standing there silhouetted, the red cherry of her cigarette burning brightly between her fingers, the smoke drifting off it in front of her and groggily smiled and silently offered her hand up with two of her fingers in a vee, asking for her lit cigarette, and Julia smiled dutifully handed it over.
With a smile she croaked “Thank you!” before placing the filter between her lips and closing her eyes as she breathed in the smoke to her lungs.
“No problem Miss.” Julia smiled as Tracey’s eyes closed again as her cheeks desperately collapsed around the cigarette, “I guess it’s a bit late for typing practice this evening?” Julia jested as she wiggled her hips and dropped her skirt to the floor narrowly missing a candle as Tracey exhaled a huge plume of smoke into her and nodded enthusiastically as she licked her lips and shuffled her weight across the bed making space for Julia.
Chapter 8- Willoughby’s Support Bubble
Miss Hunter stood at the front of the theatre room in her white blouse and short black skirt, looking particularly formal and unusually sober. She placed a full bottle of red wine and an empty glass down on the little lectern and then took a purposeful stride to the left.
“Good morning gals,” she attempted to interrupt the continuous din of the chatter and hacking coughs that the girls always produced. “Today we have got a special guest.”
The girls continued chatting amongst themselves trying to determine who that was.
“Gals!” she bellowed in attempt to silence them, then coughed herself “Yes, we all know how following Agatha Willoughby all is about setting us all up for a future life outside of the academy. Well today I have invited a former graduate Miss Nina Stamps and her gorgeous mother Regina to come and take questions from you regarding how well the academy helps you once you leave.”
Again, the girls all turned to each other and started chatting.
“Gals, please, and of course where the hell is Veronica?” She and the rest of the group all took a deep breath and looked towards the door in anticipation of her banging her way through late as usual.
There was a cough on the front row as she stood up cigarette clamped between her lips as wobbled in her heels “I am here Miss.” She mumbled around her cigarette.
Surprize crossed Miss Hunters face “Oh, wonderful, come with me to meet the Stamps?”
“Yes, of course Miss.”
“Great come on, I am sure you remember her, she was head girl in your first year!”
“Err, Yes, Miss.” Veronica said with little conviction as she leaned over and stubbed her cigarette out and wobbled in her heels to follow.
***
Veronica greeted Nina and wrapped her arms around Nina’s neck in large embrace, who with her straw coloured who was very much the opposite of Veronica, with her large sagging breasts contained in an overly tight red boob tube which was pushing her white podgy belly out so that it over hung short black skirt, which covered her thick dark denier covered thighs.
With the hug over they chatted as Veronica led Nina in the direction she knew well into the theatre room, As Miss Hunter smiled and led Regina to follow her into her office. She pointed with her hand in the direction of the chair and proudly welcomed her to the school again.
She made her way around the desk, and sniffed the air, and looked at the floor as she grimaced and then pushed her window further open before turning and picking up her pack of cigarettes. She instantly offered on to the portly looking Regina, with her long almost dirty looking blonde hair up in a ponytail away from her splotchy face, her ill-fitting top stretched around her breasts and belly, a cigarette.
Regina put her hand up as if to say stop and shook her head and tutted, “This is the very reason I have agreed to come with her today!” she said almost crossly as
Miss Hunter lit her cigarette, the smoke from the tip of the cigarette drifted on the ice cool air from the window towards Regina.
“What’s the matter?” Miss Hunter stated with her exhale, with more smoke blowing her way.
“That is the very crux of the matter!” Regina said pointing at Miss Hunters burning cigarette.
“I don’t see a problem?” Miss Hunter replied looking around, before flicking her ash in the ashtray and taking and long drag on the filter.
“Before Nina came to this establishment, yes she was troublesome, that is why we thought it best to send her here, to a finishing school, to improve her, we were both not really drinkers, I would have thought she would rather be seen dead than having one these things between her fingers” She grizzled as her hand pointed towards the cigarette between Miss Hunters fingers and she crossed her arms across her chest.
“Yes, she was a little troublesome, and if I remember rightly, she had already started smoking before she arrived here,” Miss Hunter replied looking firmly across her desk “Most girls who attend this academy, nicotine or alcohol or even other less suitable drugs are not a strangers to their bodies.”
Regina looked sceptical “Well, even if that was the case, now even after a couple of years away from the academy she can’t get out of bed without stinking the house out with at least two pesky cigarettes!”
Miss Hunter wryly smiled and nodded with appreciation, “Ah excellent, I see, she has maintained her levels.” Miss Hunter rubbed her lips together and the weathered wrinkles and crinkles deepened as she put the filter firmly back and her cheeks hollowed out as she pulled more smoke in her lungs. “Nina has clearly done great work in promoting our values here at the academy to you as well.” She stated with the smoke pouring out of her mouth.
“Yes, she has, she is so positive about everything, but it’s getting out of hand and in the way of life for both of us!”
Miss Hunter nodded “I understand, but I know it’s early, but do you fancy a drink?”
Regina sighed and her shoulders sank forwards her body fought her clothing, her bra’s underwire noticeably creaked under the strain, “I came here to be cross with you, I really don’t believe what you are doing with these children, sorry young women, is right, with everything else, no, of course I wouldn’t!” she huffed and grizzled.
“Great, red, white or something stronger?”
“I said no”, she looked at the clock and then back at Miss Hunter who was intently egging her on, “Oh, go on something stronger!”
“Great choice!”
***
Both Veronica and Nina entered the room and simultaneously coughed and looked at each other and laughed.
“Thank you, Veronica, Morning!” Nina said as she turned to the girls, and then said “Morning” again slightly louder and grinned as her thighs swished as they together as made her way to the centre of the little stage, turned and looked across at the girls in their leather seats, almost all with their hands popping their heads-up arm rest bored and hungover, as the ever-present cloud of smoke was hanging over their heads. She smiled and nodded as her eyes scanned the faces “oh wow, it’s been a couple of years since I stood here, boy have I missed this, I keep expecting to see the faces I know, but they are not there!” she grinned, coughed hard, and then flipped open her pack of cigarettes in her right hand pulled a cigarette out with her teeth, the cupped the tip and with a couple of drags got it alight. “It really hasn’t changed!” she grinned her slightly brown teeth.
“Girls, please lets listen to Nina!” Veronica bellowed and the room went quiet. “Thank you!”
Nina looked to the side at the bottle of red wine on the lectern and chuckled shaking her head. “Things really never change; I am surprised Miss Hunter remembered!” As she crabbed sideways to the bottle, twisting the screw top off and then ignored the glass picked up the bottle in her hand, walked back into the middle of the platform and took a gulp. “Ahh that’s better, yes I know its!” she then pulled out a chair and sat down “That’s better, no point standing, it’s so tiring, anyway so, I have been told you are going ask questions about how life beyond the academy is? First, I thought I would give you some of the stories that we got up
to, just so we can relate!” she grinned tilted her head back took another gulp of wine, smiled and placed the filter back between her lips as her cheeks then collapsed around the filter as she hauled yet more smoke into her lungs.
***
“Cheers, drink up!” Miss Hunter stated. “So, what exactly are your concerns?” She smiled as she brought the most gin and tonic to her lips and sipped it.
“Well, it was sort of everything?” “Right?”
“Well, you know, the drinking, the smoking, the wetting the furniture its vile, she can be worse that one of our dogs!”
“Hmmm, but are you enjoying life?”
“There is nothing better!” Regina smiled as she gulped her gin and tonic. “But it’s not very useful!”
“I imagine your social life has improved in leaps and bounds?”
“Oh yes, I now love going out drinking dancing with Nina on a Saturday night, it’s amazing, it’s like rolling back the years!” She drank more from the glass.
“Your work colleagues enjoying your company now on the smoke breaks?”
Regina nervously nodded “I really don’t smoke that much; I am a good mum to my wonderful daughter!” she said nervously looking down her drink.
“Oh, I see. Are you really sure I can’t offer you a cigarette?” She smiled tilting her head inquisitively and brought the glass back to her lips and finished the drink with a “ahh!”
***
“That is enough about me, my potted history as such here at the academy, so any questions?” Nina smiled and took another long gulp from the now half empty bottle of wine.
Veronica put her hand up and Nina nodded and smiled “After two years in the real world do you still believe in the academy’s teachings?”
Nina laughed and rubbed her hand on her nose and sniffed “Of course, who wouldn’t!” she then brought the bottle to her lips and gulped more wine.
Tiffany put her hand up, “Does it interfere with your life, or make it better?”
Nina laughed again and took a gulp of her wine. “I think I am being amazing, looking incredibly sexy,” she shrugged “others like my mother may not!” she grinned and took another swig from the bottle.
“Do you meet up with your former classmates?” A nicotine-soaked gravelly voice asked through the fog of smoke.
Nina rocked on her chair as she thought “No, we have scattered to the four corners of the county. “We all WhatsApp or Facebook message, especially when we are drunk…which is quite often!” She giggled.
Julia put her hand up “Err, what did your old friends think of you?”
Nina pulled a cigarette from the pack on her lap and flicked her lighter and took two deep drags whilst thinking. “When I first came home from Christmas, they thought I was some party animal out all night!” she laughed and then pulled on her cigarette.
“But?”
“I bet you girls are asleep by midnight after sobs?” There was chatter amongst the girls and noises of agreement. “So yes, I could drink them under the table, but I would be asleep on top of table rather than dancing on it!” she grinned. “But you can soon convince them of the benefits of Willoughby’s mantras, and promise you they will soon join in.
“How was your mum’s reaction?”
“Aghast, scared, but as Miss Hunter explains, once they learn to understand the process, they soon come on board.”
“How?”
Nina brought the bottle to her lips and chugged the wine down, before licking them “Simples, I got her drunk over several nights and like your girls have been, I fed her cigarettes!” she grinned and looked at her other hand and placed the filter between her lips.
***
“Yes, you have you have explained that your disappointed. Can I top your glass up again Mrs Stamps?”
“Ohh, I really shouldn’t, but it’s a nice gin better than the stuff we drink at home,” she looked over the empty glass and intently at Miss Hunter’s mouth as the occasional drift of smoke from her lips drifted out as she had her cigarette dangling in the corner, whilst holding the gin bottle “Oh, go on!” she grinned as Miss Hunter twisted off the lid of the gin bottle, and then shuffled around her desk, so her bottom was resting on it and topped up Regina’s glass three quarters full of gin, and then did the same to her glass, before stretching for the tonic bottle and swapping it for the gin, and sloshing a little in.
“I agree its nice!” Miss Hunter stated as she twisted her body for her pack, pulling a filter out, and swapped the cigarettes over and chain lit the fresh one with a powerful pull on the cigarette before stubbing out the short butt. “So, do you want that cigarette?” She asked as the blue grey smoke poured back out of her mouth.
“I was meant to be being good here!” Regina stated. “Oh?”
Regina sipped her drink “I promised Nina I wouldn’t drink or smoke too much or embarrass her.” she sheepishly grinned.
Miss Hunter beamed and nodded “But here there certainly no embarrassment!” ***
“How many do you smoke?” Another voice called out.
Nina laughed “To some, too many, or to me not enough! It’s all depending on my mood, we all know ‘Agatha Willoughby Believes Every Modern Women Should Enjoy a Cigarette.” she chanted, and everyone joined in towards the end in agreement.
“How much do you drink?”
“That’s easy, too much too quickly!” She grinned as she held the nearly empty bottle up to her face.
“How often are you drunk?” Shouted another.
“Like now? Oh, most days, at the weekends if I am lucky twice a day!” she laughed hard, brought her hand to mouth as she coughed, swallowed and then pulled another cigarette from the pack and lit it. She exhaled and then took a gulp of wine again before fidgeting. “Oh girls, one more important thing on Willoughby’s, if you’re going to pee in your knickers, wear all black!” she sighed as there was hissing sound against her wooden chair, before it started trickling through her tights between her thighs and on to the floor. “Its hides all the sins!” she grinned and inhaled on her cigarette as the gushing continued.
“Do you have any more questions?” she smiled, and she wiggled her legs. “Are there a downside?”
“Oh, well, yes, coughing, I can’t stop morning or night, as for night falling over, err, there are lots of problems, but the pleasures, I promise you, outweigh them all.”
“What do your friends think?”
“I’ve already answered that one ‘Every Great Women Is Supported by Her Friends and Acquaintances in Achieving Their Goals Which Can Be Achieved with Nicotine.’ She chanted again.
“Do your friends now smoke?”
She nodded, “Now, of course!” she grinned her eyes sparkled as she smiled, then pulled on the short filter of her cigarette.
***
“Shall I top your drink up again before go back to find, err, hmmm, yes, err Nina that her!” Miss Hunter asked with the nearly empty bottle of gin in her hand. “I think they have had enough time, and there is not much left in the bottle!”
Regina shook her head “I really should visit your bathroom before I do!” Regina stated as she politely squirmed.
“Feel free.” She waved her arm around the office. “I have already been several times!” she grinned and brought her glass to her lips and necked the contents down. “Right, more gin, then the girls!” she stated as she picked up the bottle beside her.
“No, where is your toilet, I am not degr…I am not deg…I am not the bloody dog?” she stuttered and slurred squeezing her thighs together.
“Oh, the real toilet, right, it is, err, yes, right, it’s out the door, turn left first door on your right!” Miss Hunter stated with surprise. “If you give me your glass I will fill it up!”
“Thank you!” Regina nodded, got up from the chair far too quickly after three triple gin and tonics and unsteadily wobbled. “Oh fuck! Fuck, I swore, fuck sorry! Here is my glass.”
“It’s okay, it happens!” Miss Hunter smiled a shrugged and safely took it off her.
“Did you say right or left?” Regina asked as she neared the door.
“Oh, right yes, I said left!”
“Thank you.” She stated as she staggered until she grabbed hold of the doorknob, and then with almost surprise opened the door, and staggering to the right.
“I said left!”
“Yes, thanks you. I am going that way!” She corrected herself as she staggered further right down the hallway before she then wobbled in the correct decision falling against the bathroom door and swearing loudly at it.
***
Veronica exhaled a cloud of smoke, then with her customary unbalanced way stood up, “Thank you Nina it was very informative, proving we are following Miss Hunter and her team on the right path here at the academy!” she grinned started to clap, and the girls joined in.
As Nina blushed with embarrassment, they all swivelled and looked at the door, it banged opened as Miss Hunter marched in, cigarette and drink in hand followed by the now giggly Regina as she slowly made her way into the room.
“Veronica, I hope you have been kind to Nina, no difficult questions?” She grinned and gulped her drink.
“Nina did well! Is Mrs Stamps, okay?”
Nina leaned around Miss Hunter “You okay mum?”
“She’s made me drunks, and I’ve been bad!” she giggled and then grizzled and brought the recently lit cigarette to her lips.
“Oh, she is good at that, I did warn you Mum.” Nina chuckled.
Miss Hunter interrupted “So Gals, now she has had a couple of drinks, does anyone want to ask Mrs Stamps any questions?”
Nina’s eyes widened with fear as much as Regina’s.
Chapter 9- Nearly Home Time
Over the next two weeks Tracey had subtly suggested to Miss Hunter that Julia really needs to do a lot more typing practice in the afternoon and evenings, and was eagerly given dispensation to do so, this was even more useful when she had accidently “twisted her ankle” falling over after watching the as usual highly informative Sunday movie of ‘Debbie doing the gardening’.
Julia had been seriously excited and had to show the biggest disappointment the following Monday as she hobbled down the corridor that she couldn’t do the run to the pub in the rain but had quickly taken the option to lie in Tracey’s bed for the whole morning to continue exercising her fingers and potentially her tongue whilst resting her leg.
They made sure she as her ankle made a miraculous recovery the next day to be present for lunch, tea and sobriety testing in the dorm before she again slipped out bed at lights off.
As was now her new routine now Julia had to then sneak back into bed and get undressed and all tucked up under the bedsheets just before the morning alarm rang and the morning wake procedure kicked in again.
Once showered and this morning she surprised herself and was sober enough to shave her legs and pits, she was as drying her hair as Melissa wondered over to her bed cigarette in her hand smoke pouring of her mouth. “Go on, Jules where were you last night and the night before?”
“Here?” She patted the bed and then ignored her whilst she busily got on with drying her hair.
“Pull the other one babe, you were not!” She dragged hard.
“Oh yes, well…I couldn’t sleep” she stretched and yawned “you know thinking about going home to my empty house, so went to stretch my legs and have a smoke or three!”
“Last week you hurt your leg, who you off seeing at night, Miss Turnaware?” Melissa enquired bathing them both in her exhaled smoke. “Your spending hours with her!”
“No one and especially not a teacher, that is just gross and like disgusting!” She screwed her face up before she stretched wide as she yawned and with her arm out leaned to her pack to grab her own cigarette.
“Hmm,” Melissa pulled on her cigarette and glared, “it’s like 3 degrees and pouring with rain out there, you aren’t walking!” She offered her lighter to Julia.
“I was, just along the corridors!” She unconvincingly grinned, flipped with hand her damp hair over and away from her face then cupped her hands around the cigarette and with a couple of flicks, then a shake of the lighter, she lit up.
“Hmm, So, looking forward for the end of year quiz, apparently the teachers get ‘accidently’ wasted before we get picked up!” She stated before pulling on her cigarette again.
“Err, that’s no different than normal?”
Melissa smiled “It’s, meant to be good fun. Veronica is in charge, is apparently like University Challenge, a team of teachers v a team of pupils. As we have to be more than sober to be picked up by our parents we always win apparently!”
“Oh, who is on our team?” “Veronica will pick there and then!”
“Oh, interesting, Tr…I mean, err, no one has said anything to me.”
“Apparently that was what Veronica was saying last night, it’s her job to set the quiz!”
“Oh, wow what, not Miss Hunter?”
Melissa shook her head “Nope, she gets drunk with the others.”
“But I think I am getting a lift with… as my parents are away!”
“Oh wow, who?”
Julia looked a little worried for a second. “Miss Turnaware, she said the other day she might give me a lift.”
“So, you are with her?”
“No, I am not, trust me I am not!” She stated with panic across her face.
“Hmm okay, but according to Veronica, she will be absolutely wasted after the quiz, what will you do then?”
Julia shrugged her shoulders, “That’s nothing new there for me, she, I mean they, the teachers are always drunk too anyway” she grinned… “anyway maybe I will go tomorrow?”
“I can’t wait another day to get home” Melissa grinned. “I just can’t wait!” as she pulled another cigarette from her pack and using the burning tip of her cigarette, chain lit straight into the next one.
“Lucky you!” Julia said little disappointment in her voice, she shrugged her shoulders, “I am just grateful that we are given our suitcases back and allowed to
wear civies today. Like we can actually get dressed, my own blinking pants!” She grinned. “Jeans, wow!” she rolled her eyes. “I really just hope they still fit…” she tailed off.
“Just remember Jules “she smiled “We now need pull both jeans AND knickers down when going to the toilet!”
Julia’s eyes widened and she glanced at her suitcase “Oh god yeah!” They both chuckled, coughed and then simultaneously pulled on their cigarettes before Melissa turned as she exhaled and then attempted to fight her new knickers as she slowly continued to get dressed.
Chapter 10- Christmas Quiz
In the theatre room under the white projection board Miss Hunter sat with red tinsel pinned to her greying hair, and green tinsel around her neck, politely tapped her lighter against the bottle of wine, which dinged slightly, as she slowly stood up Miss Archer, Miss Turnaware and Miss Andrews who were sitting alongside her all jumping slightly in surprise and tilted their heads to watch as she unsteadily wobbled around before putting her hand back on the table and leaning forward slightly, before leaning back. “Welcome Gals to the End of Year Quiz. Just a little fun before everyone gets to go home, as ever I hope you have enjoyed our teaching, but I will hand over to our amazing and capable hands of our amazing head girl Veronica Brookes-ffinch for this year’s fun and games!”
Everyone looked around the murmuring and chuntering got louder as the girls all whispered that got louder and louder as they muttered that she wasn’t there.
Miss Hunter looked dejected as she studied the faces in front of her “Okay where is Veronica now?” she stated with an element of concern as the chatter amongst the girls increased.
The heads of the whole room then swivelled to their right as the door banged open as Veronica fell through the door wobbling as ever in her very high heels showing off her civilian red micro leather skirt, her gusset of her now darkened fluorescent green knickers flashing as she walked. The papers she was holding were tight to her bulging breasts which were practically and predictably almost falling out of her white lowcut top, “I am here, don’t worry!” she grinned as she wobbled in the direction of the chair at the front of the auditorium before turning and facing the teachers, her back to the room.
“Girls, teachers, as we know the rules of this quiz, are quite simple, drink if you get the answer wrong, don’t if you get it right!” Veronica announced once she was just about standing.
“Yeah” everyone said it, the noise rumbled around the room like thunder.
She turned and wobbled again in her heels and as she pointed in turn, she stepped to the left each time “I have chosen, Melissa, Tiffany, Sarah and, err Jules for me, I mean, us, the students team!” she grinned.
Everyone clapped as they made their way up to the table sitting behind two empty glass ashtrays on it. Their chairs squeaked as the moved them around.
The girls nervously looked at each other as they put their packs and lighters on the table in front of them and then looked across at the teachers table with four bottles of wine and glasses then back at their table with a jug of water.
Veronica shuffled her papers in front of her and coughed to clear her throat. “I must admit, I may have had a couple of drinks to calm my nerves this morning, I hope I don’t fuck up too much and anyway, yes this is a little short, sorry.” She pulled puppy dog eyes to the teachers.
“Is it longer than your skirt?” Miss Hunter reposted
“Yes miss, I sort of ran out of time, but I did have fun once I had found the library.” She grinned. “Shit, before I start, I need a ciggy, then I will start with my team” she smiled brightly, pulled a cigarette from deep between her breasts and placed the filter in her lips, she fished out a lighter too, and eventually had the cigarette lit and subsequently took a required and desperate hit.
“Come on!” Miss Hunter bellowed as Veronica exhaled and then she flapped her papers again.
“Okay I’m ready now…” she coughed and pulled on her cigarette again, then exhaled and then turned to look at the girls “Pupils- Which country do you find the Great Sphinx?”
Tiffany put her hand up “Egypt?”
“Excellent!” Veronica grinned. “Sadly, no drinks for you!” she flicked her cigarette and took another drag. Forcing the cloud of smoke up and away from her.
“Teachers. How high is the Sphynx, in Egypt, in metres? I will take the nearest 5!” She turned to the gathered audience and grinned.
The group of teachers all looked at each other and muttered, shook their heads and shrugged their shoulders.
Miss Hunter took the lead “We believe, guess, err I don’t know, 66 metres?” with a shrug of the shoulders.
“Metres?”
Miss Hunter looked at the others they all nodded in agreement.
“Sorry, merry Christmas, down the drinks, its 20 metres, you were so close Miss, it was actually 66 feet!” she grinned, as the teacher clinked their glasses and guzzled down wine in a couple of large gulps. As the girls all clapped and whooped.
“Ready for the next question girls?” “Yeah Veronica.”
“Sorry girls, its more geography,” she giggled nervously “but only because I tripped over an atlas on Tuesday! What is famous about the tower in Pisa?”
Julia put her hand up “Err its leaning, a bit like we do?” She chuckled!
Veronica nodded. “Well done, sorry no drinks for you. So, teachers ready for the next one?”
“Go on Veronica, we all need to get home today!” Miss Hunter smiled.
She coughed again “How many steps are there inside to the tower again; I will take to the nearest 5?” she smiled and put the filter between her bright red lips and pulled the smoke into her lungs.
There was great consternation and murmuring and thinking as they dragged on their cigarettes as they all discussed the options.
Miss Hunter nodded as she looked at Miss Turnaware “Yes, that is as good as guess as any.” She turned and looked at Veronica “300?”
She smiled “Sorry Miss, 251, you were so close!” she grinned. “Get those drinks down you.” They did just that by clinking their topped-up glasses and then chugging them down.
A pattern developed of easy dolly questions to the girls and complex questions to the teachers on a similar theme, as they drank more and more wine as they of course got them wrong.
“Ohh this is good one girls,” she grinned “What is the special drug element in the cigarettes that makes sure we all enjoy them?”
Tiffany rolled her eyes bored and put her hand up “Nicotine?” she said as if Veronica was being stupid.
“Yes, well done.”
“Teachers, top up your glasses! I think you will need to.”
“I got that feeling of doom!” Grinned Miss Turnaware as she then pulled on her cigarette.
“Okay, what is the chemical formula for the delightful nicotine we all now require?”
There was a round of coughing followed by chattering amongst everyone there.
“Oh god, I should know that one!” Miss Hunter mused as she twisted her wrinkled mouth around and fiddled with the tinsel that was now dropping in front of her face. “Its C something…” she said out loud and looked at the others for support, she pulled a cigarette from her pack in front of her and with two big drags got it a light, exhaling upwards and away.
“Ohh I know there is an H in there somewhere, who knows?” Miss Turnaware suggested as she followed suite and lit up, and then with a thud, noisily dropping her lighter back on the table. Miss Andrews shrugged her shoulders and opened yet another bottle of wine and then topped up the wine glasses in preparation.
“Sorry. As ever we don’t know Veronica!” Miss Hunter replied as she knocked the ash from her cigarette on the ashtray and took a long deep pull on the cigarette, before taking her full glass in her hand in preparation.
She smiled and nodded “Well miss its C10H14N2.” She read it twice slowly trying to make sure that she had all the collect letters and numbers in the right order.
“Well, we would never have guessed that would we, Chin Chin.” And the teachers chugged down their wine yet again, Miss Andrews letting out the loud burp afterwards and then wiping her face of red wine giggling. “Shall we do one more question as everyone needs to get on, and the wine is now working, and I imagine your girls need a drink!” She grinned as she shook her head and looked at the empty glass as Miss Andrews leant over and topped it up yet again. As the student team sat there freshly lit cigarettes burning between their fingers as they leaned on the table waiting.
“Yes Miss, of course, except we can’t as we have wait for her parents!” she suggested, nodded and pulled on the short butt of her cigarette before dropping it in to a nearby ashtray as she exhaled.
“Oh, yes, of course, wonderful!” Miss Hunter replied and unabashedly sighed as urine cascaded down from her chair splashing on to the floor. “Please, just carry on!” she waved her cigarette around as she continued to pee.
“Of, course Miss”, Veronica shuffled her papers again and ran her finger down the page looking for a question.
“Shall we make this the last question?”
“Yes Veronica, we need to get on!”
“Oh, Okay, right girls, under what plant would you kiss at Christmas?”
Julia laughed and flicked her ash from her cigarette and shuffled forward and caught the eye of Miss Turnaware across the table through the smoke and smiled at each other “Err, Mistletoe?”
The girls all applauded and enthusiastically whooped the simple question being correct.
“Well done, Julia!” Veronica grinned.
“So, the final question to the teachers. It’s a simple one that you should get!” she giggled pulled on her cigarette, exhaled and then looked at her sheet again “What is world’s longest recorded kiss?”
Miss Archer coughed mid swallow of her wine “Pardon?”
“Miss, what is the world’s longest recorded continuous snog?” Veronica made a Vee with her fingers and then stuck her tongue between them and wiggled it, before giggling.
The teachers all looked at each other and shrugged “24 hours max?” Miss Archer suggested to Miss Hunter.
“Maybe you can go longer?”
“I can’t go longer than twenty minutes without a ciggy!” Miss Turnaware mused as she tapped her pack in front of her on the table.
Miss Archer laughed, “You mean more like 10?”
“Ha, bloody ha, true, as I then need a drink and piss!” and they all laughed as they fiddled with their packs and eventually bought a cigarette out and placed it between their lips.
“The answer is…we don’t know, or probably care. 25 hours?” Miss Hunter chuckled as one by one they lit their cigarettes as Veronica shuffled with her papers before tracing along the words with her fingers.
“Apparently it is 32 hours, 7 minutes and 14 seconds!” Veronica laughed. “Teachers, finish your drinks, down in one!” Veronica chanted and the rest of the girls joined in banging on the back of the chair in front of them.
“Well done, Veronica, and gals!” Miss Hunter stated as she unsteadily stood up. “Gals return to your dorms, parents will be here from 11ish, we will stay out the way, as to not embarrass anyone. Leading me to say, have a great drunk merry Christmas, as I am already!” she grinned and picked up her glass and took a gulp. “Stay merry and probably wet, and we will see you all next year!”
The girls all clapped and then with their coughs and splutters, one by one all got up and made their way out of the auditorium.
Chapter 11- Home Time
Julia sat cross legged on her bed pulling at the frayed thread holding her leggings together, sipping her mug of cooling coffee, as the dust sheets had been spread across the bar at the end of the room that morning before the quiz.
Her current cigarette filter was short and was clamped between her fingers. The ashtray balanced on her knee was filling up rather quickly as she sat waiting. Waiting for something or somebody.
The dormitory was completely empty.
She had followed all the others back to pack and say a good goodbye. Her suitcase sat at the end of the bed already to go.
One by one they had hugged each other and wished merry Christmas and a happy new year, before agreeing that of course they would contact each other over the holidays, before pulling their clanking suitcases full of squirreled away alcohol and cigarettes to the front door to meet their parents.
The constant dripping noise from the shower heads was now echoing around the empty building. The bars fridges occasionally kicked in and whirred, but there was no giggling, chatting, shrieks, coughs, splutters and the almost constant sound of peeing noises from the girls to mask it now.
Melissa and Veronica had been the last two to finally leave thirty minutes ago, and had again offered her a lift home, but she refused as Miss Turnware had promised to drop her home.
The teachers were supposedly all having their final debrief of the year, which definitely meant more drinks, which meant she sat alone in the large dormitory.
The looked up from her cold mug as a door banged and echoed in a distant hallway, she brought the filter to her lips, closed her eyes and dragged hard, the tip fizzed and burnt brightly as it got closer to the orange filter and her fingers, and she exhaled dropping the butt in amongst the others in her ashtray on her lap. She, wetted her lips and instantly pulled a new fresh cigarette out the pack and brought it to her lips, flicked the lighter and with two deep drags inhaled again, she shuffled back against the bare, stripped pillow attempting to get comfortable, flicked the ash, again closed her eyes as her head gently thumped and her lungs pulled hard against the filter.
The door of the dorm swung open and banged against the stoppers and in staggered Tracey Turnaware her untucked white shirt covered in red wine stains, just the lowest button still done up, and a bottle of wine in her hand. “Jullles!” Tracey slurred as she looked around the room eventually spotting her. “Hey, you, there you is, whys my gorgeous heres on yours own?” Tracey giggled and brought the bottle red wine to her lips and tipped it and her head back and took a lazy gulp, splashing lots down her neck as she staggered sideways whilst wiping her face with the back of her arm.
Julia shrugged her shoulders as she spun her legs around and off the bed, so they were on the floor. “Dunno, waiting…”
“Ah for me?” she grinned “Wese are dones for the years, come on down and parteee with meeee!” she giggled and wiggled her black legging covered hips in a bad attempt at erotic dance routine rubbing her finger furiously in her crotch whilst attempting to look at Julia.
Julia put her nearly empty coffee mug down on the bed side table and picked up her pack and lighter then shuffled off the bed and made we way towards Tracey, putting her arm around her waist to stop her staggering too far.
She looked at Tracey’s wide pupils and messed up hair, and laughed “Trace, your way drunk and I am, you know, sober, but dying for drink!” she grinned as she fluttered her eye lids and took a drag on her cigarette.
“Wells then you better fucking catch up then!” She offered Julia the bottle and took her cigarette in return.
“Thought, you’d never ask, I don’t think you need any more!” she stated as she took a gulp and winced at the taste after the coffee and then took another long gulp. “Also how are we going home?” The neck of the bottle popping from her lips as she released it.
Tracey, exhaled and then violently shook her head and then regretted doing so, “No, no babes, not today as we parteee.” She then jiggled and danced “Wese goes homes tomorrow!” She flung her hand forward as to state later, then saw her cigarette in her hand, smiled at it and attempted to put the short butt of the cigarette between her lips but dropped it on the floor in the process and shrugged her shoulders then tried to dance with Julia before pushing her head forward and sloppily kissing her.
Julia laughed once they finished passionately slobbering each other, she licked her lips and wiped the saliva off her face and winced as she rubbed her hand on her hips “Trace, Miss, not here, lets go and find the others shall we, or maybe your bed?” She asked as bent down picked up the butt off the floor and steered Tracey back down the corridor.
“In beds with you sounds good!” she slurred as her head wobbled loosely on her shoulders as she attempted another sloppy kiss.
As they made their way along the corridor in a slow and meandering way, as they got closer to the staff room, the cheesy Christmas music boomed louder echoing down the hall, Tracey started bouncing and bopping along to Wizard “I wish it could be Christmas every day” blaring out yet again from the CD player, they paused by the door and peaked in to see Miss Hunter, cigarette clamped between her lips, who was clearly naked staggering and dancing, her large breast and bulging belly bouncing and giggling around as she moved across the room waving the tinsel around in circles as if she was a majorette, whilst the other equally semi- undressed teachers clapped and cheered along.
Tracey giggled and her head danced to the tune and pulled her into the room too stating that Julia definitely needed more drinks and more importantly a dance they could go to bed later. Julia reluctantly nodded and smiled as she helped her through the door and towards the music and the Christmas punch.
Chapter 12- Friday afternoon -Home Again
Julia leaned from her prostrate position on the soft fluffy sofa, across and stubbed yet another cigarette out in what Tracey’s now empty vodka glass next to her nearly full glass on her stepdad’s mahogany coffee table, she had raided his well- stocked spirit cupboard in the dining room as soon as she and Tracey had got in the house. Her valid excuse had been she was cold and thirsty, and it would solve both problems, and he wouldn’t notice it wasn’t there if he wasn’t there.
As for not being there, she definitely was colder as Tracey had left about half an hour ago, she didn’t dare stay longer as she still had to drive across town.
Julia groaned as she bent her legs and swore as she eventually got her left foot through the hole of her bright pink thong still wrapped around her big toe on her right foot, and after double checking it was on both legs she pulled the purple mesh knicker slightly up her shins, she was convinced her leggings, bra and t shirt
were still on the dining room floor, she sighed and gave up pulling when they reached her knees, she was distracted and looked up her phone as it was busy vibrating noisily on top of her nearly empty pack of cigarettes as she had spent the two-hour journey from the academy texting all her friends and now they were desperate to make contact after her radio silence for the last three months.
This morning had been fun for her, she had spent most of it holding Tracey’s head up above the toilet bowl, helping her keep her hair out of her mouth, and light her cigarettes.
She had woken up cold in a sodden empty bed, listening to the loud echo of urging coming from Tracey in the bathroom across the room. With her morning cigarette lit she had headed to the bathroom to tie Tracey’s long hair back behind her ears and had got a glass of water from the sink.
Eventually Tracey had felt more human especially after they had shared to bath together, they spent so long in there just grinning and smoking they were practically frozen. Before finally getting out, packing and getting ready to go home.
Julia groaned and her thong half-mast around her knees she moaned again as reached across, picked up her phone, and managed to extract another cigarette out of the pack and snatching her lighter in the process, she rolled back with her head against the arm of the sofa and got the cigarette alight and once she had exhaled, she focused on her screen
The flicked through the messages, between taking long, deep lungsful of smoke chuckling and tutting as she scrolled through the messages with everyone debating and then agreeing which pub and when. Julia licked her lips and pulled again on her cigarette, holding the smoke deep in her lungs, before smiling and then exhaling.
They had all agreed, predictably, eight in Wetherspoons, she glanced and then had to study and focus on the time on the phone, it was three thirty, plenty of time. She flicked her ash into Tracey’s empty vodka glass and the pulled again on her cigarette. With two half-hearted bounces on the sofa, a strain and a cough, she got herself standing and then uncomfortably waddled with her thong still around her knees in the direction of the downstairs toilet, trailing a cloud of smoke behind her.
***
Julia grinned and smiled as she saw Tammy and Kirsty were waiting patiently outside the pub wrapped up in thick coats and woolly hats.
“Hey Merry Christmas babes, sorry I’m late!” She grinned as wrapped her arms around both their necks and leaning her weight a little long for support in her short mini skirt and denim jacket.
Tammy coughed and sniffed as the hug was relinquished “You okay Jules, its been such a long time, we thought you had dropped off the planet!”
Julia chuckled “I think I may have!” she grinned and swayed slightly. “You been drinking already?”
Julia smiled and shrugged “A little no more than my usual!” she tipsily chuckled and patted her pocket of her jacket checking her pack of cigarettes was still there.
Jennie sniffed the cool winter air “Your mum smoking again?” she jumped into the conversation.
“Probably” she staggered and shivered “But I don’t know, she is away. Shall we goes in, its cold and I am wet, and I need another drink!” she slurred.
“Oh, shite Jules, you all home alone for Christmas?” Jennie sniffed the air again, shrugged her shoulders and the three of them headed inside.
Julia shrugged “I am old enough, I will find my dad if I really need to, I am not worried!” she reassuringly tapped her breast pocket again for her pack of cigarettes. “I now really need a drink!” She smiled and wrapped both her arm around her friends’ waists for support as the door man opened the doors wide for them to go in.
***
Julia unsteadily sat back down at the table and shivered.
“You’re mad to having to keep going out there to smoke!” Tammy said shaking her head in disbelief.
Julia shrugged her shoulders and put her pack down on the table. “I need to, can’t smoke here!” she grinned unapologetic as she shivered again.
“So, what’s it like being at an all-girls school? What the fuck?” Kirsty stated in utter disbelief.
“I know, I am not sure what my stepdad was thinking. It’s amazing!” Julia chuckled as she leaned and chased her straw with her tongue before slurping hard on her double vodka and coke. She looked up and smiled as a cute guy walked past.
Tammy raised her eyebrow as she watched Julia’s eyes and the diverted down as Julia put her pack on the table next to her drinks. “Go on, how long have you, you know, now been smoking?”
Julia laughed “From the first day I got there!” she laughed again. “The head mistress actually made me!”
Tammy screw her face up in disgust “What even after you hated your mum smoking and drinking all day?”
“Tell me about it!” she giggled and leant forward and chased her straw with her tongue before Her cheeks collapsing around the tube as she sucked hard before swallowing.
“So, you are you going to quit now you’re home?” Kirsty leaned in with intent.
Julia laughed and chuckled “Why?” and looked back with bemusement across her face.
“You know why, it’s like awful, it smells and is going to kill you, all the usual things?” Tammy rolled her green eyes.
Julia shook her head “No, I don’t think I can, yup, I definitely can’t, and as I am going back after Christmas, I can’t, plus I am really anoyshed that I can’t smoke now in here!” she giggled and tapped her pack on the table and then pulled a filter out a quarter of the way.
“Oh God Jules, you’ve only just come back in, and it’s freezing outside!” Tammy replied.
“Yeah, tells me about it” she shrugged her shoulders” I just like to smoke!” she giggled.
“Come on Jules, we know you better, you now going to quit those evil things?” Kirsty asked, poking the open pack with the lighter which rocked back and forth as it was balanced on top.
“Agatha Willoughby Believes Every Modern Women Should Enjoy a Cigarette.” Julia almost soberly chanted.
Tammy’s eyes widen “What the fuck Jules, are you possessed or something?” she stared at Kirsty asking for help before looking back at Julia.
“They Are the Epitome of Our Forward-Looking Movement.” Julia continued. “A Modern Girl Should Never Be Without a Cigarette.”
Tammy sat mouth wide open “What the hell Jules. You know that’s bullshit!”
Julia shrugged her shoulders as her eyes came back in to focus, and leaned forward, back towards her drink noisily slurping and sucking the last dribble at the bottom with her straw. She swallowed and then grinned. “I thinks its my round, Harold is paying,” she tapped her sparkly purse on the table, “as i needs more drinks in me, and then youse both comes and joins me outside for smokes!” she grinned.
“But…”
“Every Great Women Is Supported by Her Friends and Acquaintances in Achieving Their Goals Which Can Be Achieved with Nicotine.” She slurred as she attempted to chant.
Tammy glanced at Kirsty and then back to Julia “Woo there Jules you are freaking me out. We don’t smoke!” Tammy defensively picked up her drink and gulped down the contents in a hurry.
“Yes, you do now, comes on, let’s go to the bar and then another smoke and pee outside!” she grinned as she pushed back her chair, picked up her pack, mobile and purse and unsteadily got up and looked at them demanding that they followed. Tammy and Kirsty looked at each other, panic crossed their faces, as Julia staggered towards the bar.
“She is so fucked!” Tammy said as she pushed her chair back and attempted to follow gathering up her hat, scarf and coat in the process.
“Goodness knows what time she started drinking, this morning?” Kirsty questioned, “But I think we might be equally fucked soon too!” she declared as they followed Julia to the bar.
“Oh God, this could be fun!” Tammy replied. ***
“It’s, so very simples!” Julia grinned as her frame swayed from side when she let go of the pub bench as she put the filter between her lips and the lighter in her hands, she cupped her fingers which glowed with the flame and then drew in on the cigarette, exhaling a small cloud of smoke. She then picked up her drink and gulped it with a large “ahhh” afterwards before promptly putting her arms back on the table for support.
“Oh god, look someone must have split there drink here earlier!” Tammy almost shouted moving her foot from the growing puddle on the floor.
Julia nodded as she looked between her knees “Oops, they must have done! What a waste, never mind, anyway more importantly fores us now is cigarettes!” she said as she wiggled her bottom slightly trying to get comfortable as the puddle grew on the floor, and then turned the pack around to face the girls. “Every Great Women Is Supported by Her Friends and Acquaintances in Achieving Their Goals Which Can Be Achieved with Nicotine.” Julia chanted again.
Tammy tugged at her woolly hat nervously pushing her fringe up out the way “You are going to make us smoke?”
Julia nodded with drunken intent “Making Those Around You Believe in The Actions of Willoughby’s Will Make Your Life Easier” she chanted as Tammy and Kirsty eyes widened as panic was etched across their faces “Trust me you will feel so much better for it!” Julia grinned and pulled on her cigarette again, releasing the smoke as a succession of large smoke rings that then drifted across the courtyard. The two girls sat in silence opposite her mesmerised by them as the dissipated above a group of men on the table to their side, Julia then forced the rest of the smoke out, “Then we are going to drink more!” she grinned as the smoke poured out of her mouth then nose. “Then sleep!” she stated defiantly, pushing the open pack across the table as smiled as both girls looked intently at Julia before both coughed as the enticing cloud of exhaled smoke drifted across their faces.
***
“Oh my god that is vile!” Tammy shrieked between coughs as she waved her cigarette between her fingers.
Julia pulled on her cigarette, and exhaled her smoke across into the girls faces again. “Perseverance will pay off!” she grinned. “Your turn Kirsty!” she smiled and picked up her vodka and coke and took a large gulp.
Kirsty looked nervously across the table at both of Tammy and Julia as she was handed the cigarette. She took it between her fingers, placed it between her lips and with a perfect cheek hollowing inhale pulled the smoke into her lungs. She paused, smiled and then let out the large cone to the sky.
Tammy looked aghast. “What?”
Kirsty laughed, “Tams, both my parents smoke, come on, don’t you think I know how to smoke?”
“But?”
“Every Great Women Needs a Cigarette.” Julia chanted and stared at Tammy. Chapter 13- A little Later in the week.
Julia pressed her finger against the red button and growled at the screen of her mobile phone as Kirsty, Tammy and even Sally, all said they now had to stay in, as it was only eleven thirty in the morning and they had see their families, and as it was so close to Christmas, they really needed to save some money and that they physically couldn’t either go out to the pub all day or come around to hers again, however exciting and fun and smoke filled it would be.
Julia’s frown diminished as looked down at another the piece of paper with Tracey’s mobile number that she had drunkenly scrawled in black mascara on it. Julia put the heavily brown stained filter back between her lips, pulled with all her might on her cigarette, exhaled, and then focused on the screen and carefully typed the number in, and pressed the now green button, her heart pumped excitedly as it wrang, and wrang, going to answerphone. She pushed the phone across the table, only to retrieve it and try again, eventually after three further attempts and another cigarette of it going to the answerphone twice more, Tracey sounding rather happy but tipsy, eventually answered explaining the phone had fallen down the side of the sofa.
Julia then sat there in the semi darkness working her way through her breakfast bottle of wine and the pack of cigarettes waiting as she read over and over again the badly scribbled note that her mum had left on the kitchen table, she had already read it a dozen or more times over the last few days, it was a nice note telling her how much she loved her and that Harold had topped up her credit card for the Christmas holidays and that they would be back next year.
She scrolled through her phone, her hand hovered over Dad in the contacts, she put the filter back between her lips and pushed the mobile across the table as she exhaled and watched as the smoke dissipated the screen went black.
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As the late afternoon light dimmed a grey taxi pulled down Julia’s wintery windswept rain-soaked tree lined street, the red and brown autumnal leaves long gone from the now bare branches. The large, detached houses each separated by a small red brick walls along with neat and tidy rhododendron and flowerless hydrangea shrubs. Tracey leaned over the front seat, showing most of her free hanging breasts in her red low cut top to the driver whilst waving her credit card in his direction and purring as she eventually got the card in the slot, and with concentration put in the correct pin. He then came around and opened the door for her and she stepped out, and with a shriek her wobbled and she fell out through the door with a yelp into the puddle between the curb and the drive, her bag clinked and clanged with bottles it contained.
He checked that she was okay as she sat there shaking her head, her legs and backside splattered in water and wet leaves, as the driver chuckling to himself then got back in the car tutting and slowly drove off leaving her alone on the pavement on all fours.
Tracey then stretched her back as she on straightened up the best she could in her condition as to look where she was going and stayed there like an animal quietly giggling to herself until eventually she shuffled herself up so that she was now squatting on her haunches, she looked down as she thought for a second and nodded confidently as urine gushed and poured glistening through her already sopping muddy gusset of her now very translucent stretched black leggings. She paused for a thirty seconds an enjoyed the warmth of the release, then bounced a couple of times as the cooling fluid wicked and dripped off her thighs below into the stream she had produced, that was gurgling its way down the pavement towards the puddle by the road she had just got out of, then shook her head as like a baby
giraffe walking for the first time with discoordination of her legs and arms she slowly stood up straight, she flicked her gusset of pee and then swiped the handle of her bag, groaned as she missed it, before eventually with grizzle at the weight she stepped to the side and picked it up pulling it over her cardigan covered shoulder. She put her hand in the bag and rummaged around inside the rucksack before realising she was in the wrong pocket, she unzipped the other pouch and smiled to herself as she pulled out a cigarette and lighter, and whilst gently swaying got it alight. She looked ahead determinedly and staggered slowly up the drive dragging on her cigarette as she went.
Tracey pushed her finger almost violently against the white plastic doorbell, it dinged loudly inside, a dog growled barked from deep within. She pressed it again, the dog barked again. She wobbled back off the front doorstep and took a drag on her cigarette, whilst looking the house up and down.
She shouted “Julia, Julia, babes?” before coughing again and staggering around the driveway occasionally remembering to pull on her cigarette between shouting again. She walked back up to the red door and banged on it, the bronze door knocker rocked and clanged against the wooden door, the distant dog barked even louder from within the house.
She again shouted at the top of her drunken voice “Julia, Julia, Julia.” Before taking another recuperative drag of her cigarette, the exhaled smoke dissipating in the damp air.
Tracey staggered as she attempted to march back up to the door and banged again with her fist “Wake up Julia I am here, and I’ve brought drinkies!” she bellowed at the top of her drunken voice and then had a hacking cough, she then banged on the door again before staggering backwards away from the front doorstep and dragging on her cigarette as she wobbled.
The net curtains of the houses around her started twitching as the inhabitants of the street stared at the young clearly very drunk women waving around in the mid- afternoon, staggering and shouting loudly for a Julia, there was a rattle of a window locks being undone as people watched on, as the dog barked and growled from within the house.
A door banged open and exhaled cloud of cigarette smoke drifted across the drive as Julia looked out and chuckled “Miss, babes, Tracey, I’ms over here!” she stated leaning against the white painted door frame of the now open front door.
Confusion reigned on Tracey’s face as she looked up and down the house trying to see where Julia’s voice was coming from as the loud dog continued angrily barking away, a puzzled look turned to concern before turning her head slightly following the sound of a throat clearing cough to see the half-dressed Julia on the other side of the low wall taking yet another deep drag on her cigarette, before flicking the butt down the empty concrete drive as she exhaled.