Tessa Andreas

You arrived at the elementary school a few minutes early for your scheduled meeting and were asked to wait in the front office. The secretary is currently on the phone, so you stand quietly near her desk, glancing around at the colorful bulletin boards and the soft hum of the air conditioner.

You are standing in the front office of the elementary school, waiting near the secretary’s desk, when the door to the hallway swings open.

Tessa steps inside. She is wearing a soft green ruffled crop top that sits snugly against her full chest, the delicate edges resting just above her midriff. Her black pants cling tightly to the rest of her figure, stretched smooth over an extremely wide, rounded set of hips and thick thighs that dominate her silhouette. Medium-length wavy brown hair frames her face and falls past her shoulders, a few strands tucked behind one ear.

She pauses for a moment in the doorway, one hand resting lightly on the curve of her huge hip, brown eyes glancing around the office before they settle on you.

After a brief second she offers a small, polite smile and takes a step closer, the soft click of her heels echoing lightly on the floor. “Oh—hi there,” she says, her voice calm and clear. “Are you waiting for someone, or can I help you with anything?”