Outside of classroom 312 Monica Gift fidgeted.
Waiting with her were friends Thea King, Tamara White, and Amber Welch. However quiet suddenly Monica during their nerve racking wait questioned if her "Foursome" of Teachers promised by Dane Morrison had fallen through. She couldn't blame him if it did.
Dane Morrison had planned on it only being Monica. Now with three more detainees her hopes were dismal at best. Her thoughts running rampant it suddenly dawned on her.
"Four detentions. Four Teachers. I wonder."
She eyes her friends as they leaned against a wall looking toward the floor, "Can I push these three into doing more? Should I risk it? I don't want to lose their respect over my bullshit. Still, this could be freaking awesome if I pull it off."
As the clock ticks Monica couldn't keep quiet any longer. She had to weigh in on their feelings. None of them had said a word since they had congregated in the hall here ten minutes ago.
"Ladies? Are you mad at me?"
Amber looks up frowning then rolls her eyes, "I know I'm not. I plan on fucking Rico and Carlos Friday night. That wouldn't have happened if not for you."
Tamara hears her revelation and also peps up, "I have a date with Tyler Friday. Yay us."
All eyes journey over to Thea King who was still looking at the tile below. She realizes their scrutiny when she looks up with bulbous brown eyes, "What?" Shyly she grins, "I invited Garrett to Church on Sunday."
As if psychic all three girls point at Thea and direct a single word, "REPENT!"
"I know right." Thea giggles.
As their laughter tames down Monica takes a deep breath, "I love you guys. I'm not sure why all of you want to be like me though. Not to mention the other girls like Kendra, Chey, and Rosa. I mean I'm proud of you all but Why? Why me? I started out just teasing guys off and on. The dares from my friend Ryan made me go further and further. I couldn't resist a challenge. But, that's just my story. I'm a freak. I love exhibition. Sex has just grown on me. More than it should." She giggles, "I just kept pushing my limits. I love my rockin' body. Guys love my rockin' body. But, you really don't have to idolize me for what I'm doing."
Amber again rolls her eyes, "Idolize? Ego much?"
Tamara flares her eyes, "Shut up. I idolize her. There is NO WAY I would have gotten Tyler to notice me enough to get a date."
Amber shrugs, "You're right. I have the same desires Monica. I know I'm a freak too. Truth told, I used to strip and tease my own older brothers. Yes, they loved it. I may have a few extra pounds on the ole bod but that just makes me sexier. No guy has ever looked away and made me feel ugly. Literally no man."
Tamara White agrees, "You have a beautiful body Amber. My biggest insecurity is my nose. I've always been teased because the bridge is shaped like the beak of a bird. That's been the only thing holding me back. I know I'm really pretty otherwise."
Monica pouts faintly then swoops in to kiss Tamara on the nose. The shock made the two of them wrinkle their noses and blush.
"I like your nose. Never let that bring your spirit down." Monica encourages, "What about you Thea? Insecurities?"
"I'm too short. Every guy that has ever been interested in me has been a Giant. Not that I'm complaining." She giggles shyly hiding her mouth behind her left hand.
Amber pats Thea atop her head, "Guys like tiny girls. It makes them feel in control. Intimidation charges their batteries."
Thea shivers looking toward the tile, "I like feeling helpless. Is that wrong?"
"Submissive much?" Amber smirks.
Defending Thea Monica offers her a hug from behind, "Guys adore submissive. It's seductive. Even your voice fits a submissive. It's soft and erotic. You just keep that up Thea. It suits you."
Thea sighs heavily, "I've had thoughts. But, until that day in class when all the girls went wild I could never bring myself to strip or show my body off. I like the attention guys give me when they think I'm hard to get. But, when they realize it wasn't an act I felt I needed to break out of my shell. My parents instilled me to be a proper Lady. I failed them. No regrets though. I have to be me. You just brought the demons out in me Monica. I'll pray for all of us."
Nose wrinkled Monica shivers, "Thanks."
"In a good way. I pray also for more acts of boldness." Thea giggles blushing.
"So going to Hell." Amber shakes her head.
Thea hushes up hearing that.
With a deafening sigh Monica notes the hallway clock. Morrison was due to arrive any minute. They would have to talk more another time.
As if on cue, the door to room 312 abruptly opened. Dane Morrison had already been there waiting. With the blind down over the doors window it was impossible to tell. Noticing his prisoners he glared at them with a darkening scowl. The girls shrank in their step.
"Four offenders. All ready to face their punishments for something I hear would normally call for expulsion." He then lowers his tone, "Feel fortunate that this incident was not brought to the attention of the Higher up's. The day isn't over yet."
Monica slyly eyes Morrison and pouts, "We were very, very Bad."
The other girls flared their eyes at her childlike comment. What was she doing?
Monica adds fuel to the fire, "Sure you want to be alone with four sweet young girls? Four sweet young mischievous girls."
She steps closer to Morrison who is forced to sneer down at her.
"Under the circumstances of your offense? No. Which is why I've decided on an Intervention. A counselling session if you will."
Taken back Monica offers a haunted hesitation, "Counsellor Evans is here?"
"No. Miss Evans was unable to join us. Another time perhaps. Should you continue your unruly antics. Step inside the classroom please." He steps aside to usher them through the threshold.
Monica leads the way for Amber, Tamara, then Thea. To their surprise they found the chairs of the room in a circle formation. Four chairs back to back in the middle for each to face a different direction. The outer circle had four chairs also. One chair facing each of the center seats.
The true shock made the girls fret inside. The outer seats had three live occupants. Coach "Paul Randall" whom had busted them earlier sat in one chair. To his left sat History Teacher "Dennis Holt". The third seat totally confused them. That chair belonged to of all people the School Janitor, "Oscar Sanchez".
Under her breath Monica spat, "Awwww Hell." The final seat was obviously for Morrison himself.
Morrison points to the interior seats one by one assigning them, "Miss White? Please sit here before Coach Randall."
Tamara cautiously sits down and folds her arms over her chest. She felt the need to bury her nipple erection behind her forearms.
"Miss Welch? Here in front of Mr. Sanchez if you will."
Amber winks at the older man of his early 50's stepping over to claim her seat. As she sat there she whispered, "Hey Oscar."
She had known this man for many years. Before he became the School's Janitor he ran a Pool Cleaner business. Every other week he would drop by Amber's Parents home to clean the pool. She knew that he would watch her sunbathe by the pool as he cleaned it. It was innocent yet She would always have her bikini top untied as she lay on her stomach. Never nude. Her evil hormones were running rampant even in her youth. He would never say anything. Merely do his job and slyly overlook her as best he could. He knew better than to touch an underage girl. Even if she did flaunt it. He chalked it up to adolescent pranks.
Amber had a hunch he would think differently now that she was eighteen.
"Miss King? Here in the chair facing my own seat."
Nervously, Thea rests her butt down while darting her eyes around at the others.
"Miss Gift? That leaves you toward Mr. Holt."
Monica presumed Morrison would keep her to himself. What was going on?
As Morrison took his seat he glared over at Thea, studying her frightened state. Her shyness disturbed him. According to Coach Randall this tiny little creature was nearly naked but for her dangling shirt. Being manhandled by a boy no less. He doubted for a moment that this wee one was even capable of such actions.
Regardless, he had made promises of Monica's body to each of these Men. After Randall's accusations of their activities at the gym today he had hoped they were hungry for more. Surely their hormones were running wild. He would test the waters.
"Miss King. Let's begin with you. Would you please enlighten us as to what prompted you and your friends here to do as you did earlier?"
Monica raises her hand sharply, "That would be me."
"I was not asking you Miss Gift. Miss King?"
The leader hushes leaving Thea to softly reply, "We all wanted to do it."
Tamara White hesitantly nods and crosses her legs in front of Coach Randall. He winces at her sudden reluctance to be as open as she was in the bleachers. He had zoomed in on her silky smooth snatch when he had busted them. The second Tyler Mason had stepped away from her. Randall had always liked the looks of Tamara. He chose to be seated in front of her for just that reason.
"What possessed you to shave down there in front of so many students?" He pauses with a finger to add, "None of whom came forward to turn you in I might add."
Amber wanted to make a crude outburst but with Oscar sitting with a grim expression she chose to zip her lip.
Instead, Monica spoke up, "They love us. That's why. Lust even. I was the one who talked these girls into it. They're just followers who like me enjoy showing off. We're all sexy so why hide it I say."
Teacher Dennis Holt had heard stories of this girl. He had never witnessed her in action even though she had her first excursion in school during his class. Of that he was oblivious. He certainly wanted to bare witness to her antics but he knew his career would be on the line. Just being here today was a risk. He would hold his tongue a bit longer and see where this discussion led he thought. No! Dennis changes his mind.
"So you have done other things on school property that rivals what you did today?" Holt had to know the truth.
Monica smirks, "I plead the fifth." After a snicker she adds, "Not really. Actually today was tame."
"Tame? How so?" Dennis squinted.
