Teacher\'s Pet-Part one
#1 of Teachers Pet
Teachers Pet 01-Surprise Learning Amy Faust was a sad girl, the squirrel's short blonde hair hung partly over her face as her blue eyes looked as though the tears would flow any moment now, her ears lowered in an unhappy manner as her lower lip extended and quivered slightly in a pout, even her peach coloured bushy tail drooped to show her mood as well. "Perfect." She whispered and slowly smiled, satisfied with her reflection in the mirror. To say Amy was a spoiled child would be close to an understatement and judging from the number of expensive and extremely cuddly plushies that adorned various places in the girl's room, she was more than well off. Her mother was born into a wealthy family and thanks to loving and caring parents she and Amy were looked after with only the best, the mansion they lived in may have been too big for just the two of them but neither complained and many jokes were made about extra space for storing shoes. Her father... Well Amy didn't know too much about him other than the fact that shortly after her mother had fallen pregnant with her than he upped and disappeared, apparently not wanting the commitment of looking after her, the teen was told. The youth went back to looking in the mirror, practicing her sad look. She called it the "Pout" and it was very effective for getting her mother to cave into her demands. Tilting her head she brushed the fur along her forearms to smooth it down, she had been born with naturally peach coloured fur despite her mother having light brown fur, possibly her father had something to do with it not that she minded seeing it gave her a "cute" look that worked in her favour when it came to asking boys to do things for her. Amy's eyes then fell to the reason she had been practising her "sad" look, a letter from the principal of the exclusive all girls private school she attended to her mother had brought news of Amy's poor grades, and the possibility of her being referred to a lesser school if she did not improve, it also had suggested a tutor for Amy over the up coming school break, something the girl didn't want. Brushing her hair behind her ear Amy sighed, she was nearly sixteen years old and despite her sweet and innocent look she had a rebellious streak a mile wide, this was evident with her closest friend Sylvie, a white furred kitten who recognised the possibility of mischief with the squirrel and chose to nurture and run with it, the two becoming the best of friends. Amy picked up the letter and read through it as her mother appeared at the door to her daughter's room. Sandra Faust was a pretty girl growing up and thanks to the healthy living standards her family maintained she had kept her youthful looks long after Amy was born. Like her daughter Sandra had blonde hair but she chose to let it grow down past her shoulders rather than cut it and she regarded her child with sparkling blue eyes that seemed full of promise. "Amy." She said quietly. "We will be having a visitor soon I want you to meet and I would like you to be on your best behaviour when they get here." "A visitor." The girl looked up curiously then narrowed her eyes suspiciously. "Who is it?" "The tutor from the agency the school recommended." Sandra smiled even thought she knew it would have a detrimental effect. Realising if Amy had her way they wouldn't have even considered the services of a tutor especially if the girl had utilised her "pout", something Sandra had experienced too many times so the older squirrel had gone ahead and called the school to organise a meeting with someone who could help with her daughters grades. "A tutor?" Amy almost yelled as her fur bristled in anger as her mother had managed to outsmart her. "How could you Mother?" Sandra closed her eyes and shook her head slowly. "We talked about this remember? You need to improve your grades and I believe this is the best way." "But, but..." Amy's lip quivered as she pouted for real. When her Mother had found out about Amy's poor grades their talk revolved around the girl improving them through study, at least this is what Amy had thought but now it appeared her mother had gone ahead and made arrangements for someone to come out and make sure the girl studied. "No "buts" Amy, I'm doing this so you will have an education and a future you will one day be proud of." The teen snorted quietly and folded her arms defiantly, she knew her mother meant well but to Amy this meant no fun over the coming holidays and this meant she would see less of her friend. "But what if they turn out to be a dried up old crone..." Amy tried to counter getting ready to set her Mother up for the "Pout" but before she could the front doorbell chimed to announce the arrival of someone. "Don't be so negative Amy." Sandra said turning away, happy to have avoided the look her daughter used to get her way with. "Now clean up and meet us in the living room, I'm sure they will be eager to talk with you." Amy clenched her hands into fists and crushed the letter that had caused her so much trouble. "Oh I'll be there." She whispered with a soft growl and tossed the letter into the bin. She may have to meet with the one they send out but it doesn't mean she had to like it. * * * "Mrs Faust?" A male voice came as Sandra opened the front door. She sighed inwardly and counted how many times she had been called "Mrs" even though never having married, it could be annoying at times but understandable in some persons cases. "It's "Miss" Faust and can I help you-" She blinked and looked up at her visitor. Standing about a foot taller then she did, a male feline regarded her through thin-rimmed glasses, he appeared to be a tiger but because his fur was all black it was hard to tell. He was dressed in a casual suit and held in his hand a manila folder with he glanced at with deep green eyes. "Oh, my apologies." He said brushing his dark hair back and holding out a paw. "I'm Daniel Weaver, I was sent by the agency you called. I'm the tutor." "Oh really?" The squirrel said, her eyes going a little wide as they drifted from his face and down his chest. It had been a long time since Sandra had any male visitors, apart from friends and family. When Amy was born she tried to get back into dating but found after childbirth there weren't too many men who were interested in her past a one night stand so she gave up to focus more on Amy's upbringing so this new stranger had Sandra standing a little straighter as in her mind she wished she had more time to prepare he appearance. "Is something wrong?" Daniel asked as he noticed the woman's hesitation then saw her fidget a little while her tail seem to frizz out. "Wh-what? Oh no." Sandra stammered and felt her cheeks flush. "I just wasn't expecting them to send a man ... well, you." The tiger frowned for a moment as Sandra struggled with her words before giving a soft smile. "It's quite alright Miss Faust in fact after receiving the file on your daughter it was decided that I was the best choice to come talk with you and Amy." "Oh that's wonderful." Sandra said as she unconsciously brushed her dress down and smoothed her hair back. Daniel stood patiently as a quiet hush fell between them. "May I come in?" The tiger finally asked. "Oh, yes. Of course." Sandra bit her lip as she realised she was acting like a teenager on her first date and stepped back to allow access to the tutor. "Please come in, I'm sorry for making you stand there." "I understand, I've gotten many a similar reaction before so I am quite use to it." Daniel remarked as he entered the squirrel's home, looking around and taking in the relaxed casual atmosphere. "Is Amy around Miss Faust? I'd like to take this opportunity to speak with both of you." "Yes, she should be waiting in the living room for us, and please call me Sandra." She smiled and stepped lightly off in the direction of the living room, leading the tiger who seemed to notice the spring and sway in the young mothers step. "You have a lovely home Sandra, my compliments to your cleaner." Daniel said as he followed, hearing a girlish giggle come from the femme. "Why thank you Mr Weaver, I will admit it can take some time to do some of the rooms in the place but I do my best." She smiled as she glanced over her shoulder at him, her shin tingling at the simple compliment. "Well here we are." Sandra stepped to the side and motioned Daniel to go before her, the tiger giving a polite nod before entering the living room and missing the look of appreciation the squirrel gave his back and rear. Knowing Amy as she did Sandra wasn't surprised at all to see the girl hadn't been waiting in the living room and felt a little embarrassed when the tutor looked at her with a raised brow. "She must still be in her room." The older squirrel sighed and looked down. "Please take a seat Mr Weaver and I'll make some coffee." Looking around Daniel nodded and gave the mother a friendly smile. "That's kinda of you Sandra, thank you." The squirrel felt another flush cross her cheeks as she almost skipped out of the living room and head to the kitchen, any dark thoughts about her daughter gone as the tigers words warmed her while upstairs Amy had finally let her anger at her mothers actions go and the girl was currently thinking of ways to sabotage the plans for her tutor. "Probably some bitter old hag who's never had sex in all her life." The teen muttered as she shuffled her feet and descended down the stairs before finally stopping short of the living room. Amy had heard her mother answer the door and let the stranger who was to teach her in and escort them to the living room where the thought Amy was waiting like a good little girl, but Amy had chosen not to be there as a way of bucking her mother's decision. "Not going to make it easy for either of them." She snorts and steels her resolve before stepping to the doorway with a dour look on her face but stops upon seeing the big male tiger as he sits on the couch looking through the folder he has with him. Quickly stepping back, Amy peered back in at the tutor, taking in his tight features, his dark hair and black fur, he looked like he worked out if Amy's judge of his chest was right and after all the times hanging out with her friend Sylvie, she was fairly sure the tiger was built. "Dammit." She gasped and quickly hid as the male looked up and around. Daniel had heard the girl approach down the hallway and had opened the file to pretend he was busy; an old tactic he used as not to create an awkward moment when a surprise meeting loomed so he knew the girl was at the door checking him out. He flicked his tail and heard her gasp; this made him look up and caused her to disappear from the doorway. Amy leant back against the wall and had to think about these new developments, her mother had to have something to do with male tiger being here, he couldn't be the tutor they had sent for her. The more she thought about the situation and the black furred male the more her skin tingled, plus she felt her tail frizz a bit as her heart beat a little faster. Risking another glance she saw the male had placed the folder aside and was cleaning his glasses with a cloth, upon seeing his green eyes she gasped again, this time he looked to see her spying on him. "Hello?" He gave a friendly smile while placing his glasses back on his nose. The rebel inside her wanted to lash out in some way but was having as hard a time thinking of anything other than how cute the big tiger looked, so Amy's reaction was to give a loud squeak and hide again. Fortunately for Amy her mother chose this moment to appear with a tray carrying a freshly brewed pot of coffee along with milk, sugar and several assortments of cookies. "There you are." Sandra said with a stern look, her daughter looking a bit flustered at being caught hiding behind the doorway. "Now come along we've been waiting for you. "Yes ma'am." Was all Amy could say, looking down and moving to follow her mother in to where the tiger waited, the teens answer surprising the both of them. "Sorry for keeping you waiting." Amy's mother said to Daniel while placing the tray onto the coffee table. "This is my daughter Amy. Amy this is Mr Daniel Weaver, he's the tutor the agency sent." Daniel had stood up when the two females entered and despite Amy trying to stay behind her mothers bushy tail, he could see the peach colour girls shy look, something he didn't expect after reading the information he was given about the youth. "Hello Amy, it's a pleasure to meet you." He bowed politely to them both. "Hello sir." Amy replied quietly and quickly sat down next to her mother after snaring a cookie, Daniel taking a seat after the two had settled. "Now to begin with this meeting is just a casual get together to work out a schedule that will benefit Amy's studies and to discuss any trouble she might be having with her schoolwork." The tiger explains as both squirrels sit and listen quietly. "The file I was sent tells me from the schools perspective what subjects Amy is failing in and at what level these subjects are." He motions to the file he has with him than waves his paw dismissively. "Now while the school has made several recommendations that I will take into consideration, I will state to you both that I prefer to speak with the family of the child involved, in this case yourselves, in order to get a better idea of what is required." Amy tried to follow what the tiger was saying but found herself looking more at his face while she occasionally nibbled at her cookie, Sandra nodded as she too "listened" while watching the Daniels face. "In order to determine what Amy needs I will require some time with her to talk through the subjects she is having troubles with, this way we can also work out a study schedule and workload that will help her." "Some time with Amy?" Sandra asked. "With just you and her?" Daniel nodded and recognised the concern in the mother's voice. "Yes, this meeting can be either in the comfort of your home, here." He motions around with his hand. "Or you can come down to our office where the interview can take place, it's not an uncommon thing Miss Faust and it helps us understand the students need and work with them. "Oh I see." Sandra said, a smile forming as she turns to her daughter. "So Amy, does that sound good to you? Having a talk to Mr Weaver about what's bothering you with your school work?" Suddenly behind addressed snapped Amy from the daze she was in, her eyes going from the tigers features to those of her mothers. "What? Oh yeah, sounds good." The teen nodded her head and feeling a little unsure at what she agreed to but if it meant the tutor came back she was okay with it. "Wonderful." Sandra smiled and looked back to Daniel who seemed to be studying both the ladies with his cool gaze. "When can you fit us in?" Fishing into his jacket pocket Daniel produced a diary and opened it to the day's page. "Well I have another meeting this afternoon I need to attend to but if you are both free tomorrow around lunchtime I can return and we can work out a schedule that suits you both." "Lunch sounds good." Sandra said before she realised she made it sound like a date. "I mean we will be here then, won't we Amy?" Amy stared again before blinking out of her daze again and nodding in agreement, the girl now wondering more about why her heart was beating faster rather than who was coming back tomorrow. "Okay then I will see you both tomorrow, thank you for your time in meeting with me and I'm sure we will do wonders for Amy." Daniel smiled and rose to his feet, both femmes following his ascent before Amy's mother stood as well. "I'll show you out." The brown squirrel said and leads the way out. Amy gave a soft sigh as Daniel left, the small voice of rebelliousness had been quelled inside her thank to the strange feeling she had from just looking at the male. Maybe a visit to her friend would help. * * * Daniel slid into his car and closed the door before opening the file he had with him. In it was the information about Amy and her failing grades along with several unflattering comments from teachers about her behaviour especially when coupled with another student who goes by the name of Sylvie Watkins. He took out a pen and circled the name and wrote next to it. "No mention of friend as of yet but will expect so in the next consultation". While he wasn't allowed access to all the information he needed on the girl what was forwarded told him that perhaps Amy's troubles lay with the girl's friendships. Pausing in though he smiled and added in the margin, "Both mother and daughter seemed unprepared for my appearance assuming perhaps I would be a woman: no strong male presence could mean it might be easier to deal with both." He frowned at his comment and chuckled softly, he was normally sent to deal with youths who were having trouble with their school work, often finding a bad social influence being a common factor for their behaviour but sometimes. Like in this case, a lack of a father figure can also play a role. The tiger also remembered how Amy's mother had acted in his presence, preening and trying to make herself look good while he was there, something he had seen before and told him it could either make his job easier or harder depending on how the mother reacted to his work. Starting his car he set aside the folder, he would just have to wait and see he thought as he pulled out of the driveway. * * * "She did WHAT?" The tone of the voice displayed both a mix of outrage as well as humour. The speaker was a white furred kitten femme around the same age as Amy, her feline tail swishing in annoyance at hearing the news from her squirrel friend. Sylvie Watkins was Amy's friend, confidant and partner in crime all rolled into one. The teen rubbed her forehead and ran her fingers through her short black hair scattering the bright purple highlights that stood out so prominently. She lay back on her plush bed clad in tight shorts that were thoroughly obscured by the oversized black t-shirt proudly displaying a logo from a well-known heavy metal group. Her friend sat at the dresser looking into a half covered mirror while fiddling with one of Sylvie's hairbrushes, Amy deciding she had to go see her friend in person after the visit her mother had set her up for. Sylvie sat up and toyed with a specialised hair band that had a small white skull adorning it. To look at the young feline you would think she was trying to avoid showing herself, hiding in her billowing shirt because she wasn't good looking, but in fact the teen was very pretty under the right circumstances, she was just self conscious about her body. Growing up Sylvie was a cute girl, flashing her baby blue eyes and happily associating with her parents who thought the world of her and so would do all the could in order to make the only daughter happy, then Sylvie reached the teens and puberty came a little early. A change in attitude settled in the kitten and see saw the things her parents did for her as more a way to try and spoil her rather than a display of their love, she also found her body changed as well. Waking up one morning to find her chest had swelled to a large size, much larger than normal girls her age. So she did what any teen would do when confronted with things like this, she rebelled. Leaning more and more towards the alternative lifestyle she had read about she became more vocal about things she didn't like; in this case her parents accepting their daughters change as a "phase" she was going through along with what she called her "outrageous chest size". "Yeah," Amy said sighing, her shoulders slumping. "Thanks to the letter from the school she arranged for a tutor." "God dammit." The kitten snapped jumping up and coming over to hug her friend from behind. Amy felt the hug and warmed immediately, the kitten was her closet friend and a big help in many things from having fun to looking out for the peach coloured squirrel when it came to boys. "Bah all they really want to feel you up." Sylvie would always snort and try to hunch over "Never want to look me in the eye 'cause they're staring at my tits. Perverts." But this was a different situation and they both knew it. Amy's grades were not only paramount for her to graduate from the exclusive school but they were also an important thing to keep the two together as neither wanted to think of what would happen if Amy went sent off to another school. "I feel so sorry for you Amy." The feline sighed as she caught sight of herself in the mirror and felt a pang of sympathy as she tried to read her friend's emotions. "How long will you be stuck with the withered old bat?" Sylvie had asked the question under the presumption that all tutors were ancient widowed women who spent too many times watching old black and white movies for their standards of decency and morality. "Well." Amy bit her lip and looked down. "It hasn't been worked out yet but he will be coming back tomorrow again to talk some more." "You know if this interferes with our friendship time I'm gunna..." Sylvie stopped and raised a brow as the penny dropped. "He?" The squirrel knew Sylvie's attitude towards men and had chosen to visit the kitten in person to tell her. "Yeah, I'm pretty sure my mother arranged it that way too." She wrinkled her nose a bit. "Should've seen the way she acted." Amy gave a weak smile and decided not to tell her friend her own feelings on the matter as the kitten's hands clenched tight. "Damn, probably just another weirdo pervert who likes hanging round little girls." Sylvie sneered then saw the squirrels look of shock at having to meet with the tiger again. "Um, maybe, I did say probably." But the peach coloured girls mood had dropped more and she let out a deep sigh until the heavy feeling was dismissed when Sylvie tickled her friend's sides. "You know you need girl?" The kitten asked with a grin as she attacked her squirming friend. "Ahhhhh Sylvie." Amy squeaked and giggled as she looked up at her friend. Both looked at each other, a big smile on Sylvie's face as the squirrel perked up. "CHERRY ICE-CREAM." They said in unison, the feline jumping to her feet and scampering out quickly as the race to the freezer was on, the kitten knowing this was just the thing to take Amy's mind of her woes. The squirrel was right behind her friend as they raced off to the kitchen but it left the girl wondering if the tingle she felt was due to the anticipation of having her favourite treat or if it were the fact she would be seeing Daniel again. It was something she wasn't sure she wanted answered. To be continued... * * * Amy & Sylvie are (c) Jessica Elwood; Daniel (c) Jaffah; story (c) Jaffah