Beat of My Heart (blonde_chaos920 & Victorian_Virtue)

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A blonde bombshell sat at the particleboard and metal, conference-style desk in her classroom. No, she wasn’t a student. Just a fresh, new breath of air. The new 7th grade science teacher. The young teacher flips her boob length platinum blonde hair behind her as looks down at the stack of exams on her desk. Her sapphire blue eyes popped with glittery brown eye shadow and a dark brown in her crease, her usual smokey look with a thin line of black eyeliner and mascara. Her red stained lips gleamed against her white teeth as she exhaled.

An alarm went off in her bag, causing her to jump in her seat. Startled, she reached a long arm into her bag to turn the alarm off on her cell phone. Already 4:30 p.m. She hadn’t meant to stay that long. “Hm. What a day,” she said to herself and began gathering the essays to take home and read. She placed them in her bag and stood up from her seat, stretching her lithe body.
Wearing a cute, white and lace tank top that accented her 36DDD boobs nicely with a cute black, white, pink and blue floral pencil skirt, the young blonde pulled on her jacket and grabbed her bag and keys. Swinging the bag over her shoulder, she zipped up her coat and walked towards the classroom door, ready to head home. Her white heeled pumps clapped against the tiled floor as she made it to the door, shut out her classroom lights. Janitors always came into the classrooms to clean up, so she left the door open for the staff, knowing they’d close it and lock it once they were done.

The 25 year old female was named Scarlett. Scarlett was your extraordinary, hard and badass country girl who had her rough edges but was as sweet as southern tea and everyone loved her. She was mature for her age. But, she also had her immature and goofy side as well. She was also loving, spontaneous, flirty, kind, fun, laid back, sophisticated, intriguing, optimistic, outgoing, easy going, vulgar, tough, mouthy, badass, country, sweet, wild, open yet private, musical, caring, bold, a romantic, generous, a chatterbox, smart, gentle, sensitive, creative, edgy and punky yet girly, an innocent tease yet very seductive and playful girl. But, she had an attitude as well if you got on her bad side. Needless to say, she was crazy. She was also a virgin. She was a small girl at 5’4” and had a hott, tight and slightly tanned body and flat stomach with killer curves that would stop any man in his tracks and drive them insane. She loved her badass country roots and wouldn’t change it about herself. How she loved that life. She hunted, fished, knew how to cook, clean, do laundry and many other things.

Long, toned legs carried the young teacher toward the main office, ready to head home for the evening. She’d get home just in time to take a run with her dog and make a quick dinner before grading the rest of those essays, have a glass of wine and head to bed. This was her usual routine. It never changed.

 

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After climbing up into her truck, Scarlett started the blue monster and put on her seatbelt. Safety first. That was then she put the truck in gear and backed out of the employee parking lot. The blue Ford crept to the edge of the road before merging onto the small street and taking Scarlett the back way home.
It was only 11 minutes back to her house. Putting the truck in park, Scarlett then cut the engine, grabbed her tote and headed inside. Unlocking the door and being greeted by her 1 year old, well trained husky, Crosby, she shuts the front door. “Hey boy,” she cooed to the dog who was already holding his leash. Scarlett’s brother had been in the military so when he was home, he’d worked with Scar and Crosby, teaching him to basically be a military dog and recognize danger. Plus, Scarlett had custody of his dog, Whiskey, a German Sheppard. Whiskey and Crosby got along great together and Scarlett was happy for that. “Where’s your cousin?” she asked as Crosby looked away and then Scar lifted her eyes to see Whiskey guarding the couch. “Good boy! Come here,” she cooed as both dogs nuzzled her.
She then headed down the hall to her office to put her bag on her chair then headed upstairs to her bedroom and into her walk-in closet. Kicking her heels off, her blue eyes looked through her workout clothes. “That looks fine,” she said, pulling out a pink sports bra with black, tight yoga capris with a pink paint splatter print on them. With the dogs on her heels, she quickly changed, pulling everything onto her tight toned body. Slipping socks on then her tennis shoes, she races downstairs to grab the dogs’ cleanup bag and a water bottle.
Click.
Click.
On went the dogs leashes. After she locked, they were ready to go. “All right boys. We got about a half hour. I know it’s not our normal hour. I ran late at school today and I have essay’s that need finished grading,” she told them before they stepped off the porch and began a small jog down the street. Breathing in fresh air as she jogged, she kept an eye out. The dogs trotted ahead of her, knowing Scar was the boss. They were great listeners because of their breed and how they’d been trained.