Starting From Scratch Ep. 074: Flush Mob

"Walk do not run."

Sociology Teacher Chandra Mahcarti stepped from her classroom to check in on Travis Herbert as promised, expecting him to be at the Principal's office with Counsellor Cherry. Nearly being plowed into by Mace Belmont she felt compelled to deter his angst. Realizing she had never seen the boy before she creased her brow and let him charge upstairs to the third floor. Knowing there were no classes up there only made her more curious.

Frowning, she chose to take a side trip upstairs just in case this unknown boy was trouble in any fashion. She was a brave soul knowing that the third floor was only storage and closed off classrooms that were no longer in use. All save for adapting it into Detention quarters as a form of isolation. Detention however was not in use until 4:00, 3:30 at the earliest. Reaching the above doors to find them unchained after seeing Mace enter and turn left that meant Detention room 69 was somewhat occupied. Yes even Chandra found the room number curiously inappropriate. Not that badly however. She wasn't that big of a prude. Ok she withheld a giggle when thinking of it.

Following a shrill cry of a female Chandra's stealth mission ended as she raced to the room peering in to find the unknown boy standing over Counsellor Cherry. She was half nude from having her skirt up to masturbate at her desk. When Mace rushed in unannounced she had lost her balance in her chair and fell backwards, legs in the air unladylike, second time in a week even. Presuming Mace was attacking her Chandra leaped to Piper's aid with a can of mace from her purse.

"You must step away or I will shoot."

Chandra stood four feet from Mace who looked back in shock, caught off guard by anyone else being up here. Standing upright he eased around the desk to the front for safety, leaving Piper to look up from her behind, shaken by her topple. "Are you alright Counsellor?" Chandra flared her eyes at capturing a closer look at Piper's vibrantly pink pussy staring up at her unobscured. Shocked by the sight Chandra mumbled, "You...I do not wish to know."

"Is that Mace?" Piper winced at her.

"YES!" Both she and the actual Mace spoke as one. Chandra freaked by his outburst turned the small can of liquid warfare toward him in a more menacing posture.

"Who are you again?" Piper rolled to her knees out of her chair and rested on her knees, her bare butt in the air until she could use the desk and the seat to pull herself up from the floor.

"Chandra Mahcarti, I teach Sociology. I apologize for not introducing myself sooner. Is this young man bothering you?"

"Nonstop! Shoot the fucker."

"WAIT! AUNT PIPER?" Mace jumped back to protect himself. Chandra withheld the shot but stood guard as Piper pulled her dress down.

"It's okay Chandra this is Mace."

"Yes, I hold Mace."

"No I mean that is Mace, he's my nephew." Piper leaned her palms on the desk looking at a nervous nephew, "You can still shoot him."

"Knock it off Aunt Piper. Have you ever smelled that crap?" Mace grumbled, "We don't have time for this, Josie sent me up here to find you after you weren't in your office. Travis...got trussed up again."

"FUCK ME!" Piper rolled her eyes while vocalizing her frustration, Chandra flaring her eyes at her vulgarity, "Any ideas who did it this time?"

"He said Neo, Hoyt, and Dillon I think."

"This is my fault." Chandra dropped her jaw then lowered her weapon and put it back into her dress pocket. "They were harassing Travis in my class. I sent Travis to find you Counselor Cherry. Neo and Dillon were sent to the Principal's office ahead of Travis. I tried to give them enough time to get there without conflict. Hoyt went to use the restroom but came back to class."

Mace grimaced, "After he duct taped Travis in the girls bathroom."

"What were you doing in the girls potty?" Piper winced.

"I wasn't...well, not at first. Josie caught them after they had him tied up and peed all over him."

"What the fuck?" Piper shook her head then tilted her gaze to smile faintly at Chandra, "Nice to meet you Chandra. Love your dress."

"My dress?" Chandra embraced the compliment then looked at Piper's sheer patterns on her own dress, "Yours is quite...revealing."

"Not enough?"

Piper explored herself, "They get more revealing. Wait until Monday." Chandra had no idea how to respond to that. Her only thoughts on the whole ordeal was how is she getting away with this? This being Piper's first week at Horton-Dexter and doing as much as she had visually it shocked Chandra that she knew nothing of her. Of course, Chandra did spend most of her day in her room without socializing, which was truly depressing considering what she taught. She was not the most social person in the world, ambivert if being honest.

"You're talking fashion at a time like this?" Mace grew agitated, palms up to question why.

"Right! Bad timing." Piper reflected, "Travis probably needs clean clothing." Looking into the opened box of printed t-shirts Piper plucks one out and holds it up in front of her then fidgets, "Not putting him through the embarrassment." Chandra eying the shirt bulged her eyes. Piper glancing at her dropped her eyes to take in the woman's shapely build, "Coming to the game tonight?"

"AUNT PIPER! Stop recruiting, Trav needs you."

"I know! I was just asking." Chandra found Piper strange, wondering how such a woman could be any School Counsellor. Tucking the shirt box under the Detention room desk Piper motioned, "Let's deal with this shit."

"That Angus guy is looking for those punks. You might wanna stop him from any fighting. He looked all God of War." Mace pointed out in following Piper to the hallway, Chandra between them. "That or give me permission to help him kick ass. I can do a good impersonation of Kratos too."

"NO FIGHTING!" Chandra insisted then shyly admitted. "I like God of War." A gamer girl? No way!

"Okay, okay!" Mace found Chandra's ass pretty shapely in a not perfect way, a tad more substance than most girls here, but again she was pretty short. Too bad she seemed so strict and by the book, even for a possible gamer. "Oh, Angus sent some other guy to the gym to get Trav's PE uniform to change into."

"Good!" Piper took off her heels in transit they were killing her feet.

"I think those guys recorded what they did to Travis too."

"Again? Not good!" Piper headed downstairs to the second floor and found Josie halfway in and out of her classroom. She had another class to lead but wasn't into it at the moment. Seeing Josie, Piper waved, "I got this Lover." Chandra hearing her again bulged her eyes at the uncommon connection, she knew Josie was married. Like most people first meeting Piper, mind blown.

"I am sorry for taking aim at you." Chandra glanced over her shoulder at Mace.

"All good! I'll get my chance to aim back sometime." He razzed her. She was uncertain what he meant until her peripheral caught a boasting swell beneath his sweatpants. Turning her gaze to the others Chandra yet again bulged her eyes, but said nothing. Josie fluttered her fingers at Chandra and stepped in to converse.

"Ignore him he's too big for his britches." Josie pushed Mace back with a palm to his chest. She had to control her own lustful eyes at the moment. The situation at hand needed undressed...she meant addressed first. Damn her hormones! "Trav's cooped up in a men's room stall. I went to Carl's office to find him but he's MIA."

"Obviously Carlos isn't in his secondary office or Trav would have found him before us." Piper chuckled, "Just teach your class I'll dig into this and get answers. Results even. Chandra? Don't you have a class too teach as well?"

"My students are well behaved. I asked Dorine Lawrence to oversee until I got back. I had not intended to be gone long however...I was called away. If you do not require me at the moment I will return to class. You may drop in if you need me."

"Can I drop in?" Mace wiggled his brows at Chandra who smirked but did her best to overlook his youthful admiration.

"Stop flirting with every girl you meet." Piper frowned, "Sorry Chandra, he's in heat. Too much time training my puppy."

"At least he obeys me. I'm more Master than you are." He chuckled, Chandra eying him with a curious glint. "Dogs of War Baby!"

"God spelled backwards is Dog. How amusing." Chandra found him strangely funny, considering they were just talking the video game God of War.

"Les Misérables! Victor Hugo...let slip the dogs of war." Josie giggled recalling another classic novel.

"Trav Misérables? Focus people." Piper was one to talk she snickered at the jesting as well.

"I called Roman to help Toby Mellon retrieve Trav's gym clothes. He should be back any minute. Poor Travis has been through hades this week."

"I'll call Kelly when I figure this out." Piper began taking things serious.

"Let's...not!" Josie frowned, "I'm going straight home today so I'll take him. I can't imagine Travis wants his mom to worry any more after last time. Maybe...we can sweep this under the rug for his sake."

"Okay! You can chauffeur him home."

"Dakota knows about what happened. She looked pretty upset for him." Mace pointed out. "Maybe she can console him until Sable can." Mace had no clue he really talked about Sable who was posing as her sister.

"What of Neo, Hoyt, and Dillon?" Chandra questioned, "They cannot go unpunished."

"Especially if they were part of the first incident too." Josie added.

"Mace?" Piper lured his eyes away from Chandra by gripping his chin and turning him toward her, just not his eyes, those darted back toward Chandra. She found it cute. "Let's go check on Travis. Once he's changed clothes maybe you can take him to my house instead of letting Josie give him a ride. He could probably use a shower and a bit to catch his breath." Josie mulled that over and agreed. She wasn't certain Dakota would really have enough sympathy for Travis anyway.

"Why have we not called Principal Manley?" Chandra realized, "Instead of just searching for him."

"Justice first." Mace clenched his fists. "I forgot to tell you, Trav said Knox Hardecker was behind this. Those three punks are his errand boy enforcers."

"Why does everything lead to Knox Hardecker?" Josie rolled her eyes.

"I recall Knox, he was in my class last year, a very troublesome boy." Chandra sighed. She did not care to reveal that Knox had often pinched her butt. She kept that bit of History to herself to keep peace.

"Memory lane is closed." Piper makes a T for time out gesture with her hands. "Go Teach ladies. Mace? Follow me."

"On your ass." He chuckled.

"Don't!" Piper pointed threateningly. He clammed up quickly. Chandra found their banter amusing but unhealthy all the same. Josie merely patted Chandra's shoulder.

"Loving family." Riiiiight!

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With everyone going their own way Piper and Mace found the halls eerily silent. Deciding to check on Travis first Piper just marched directly into the men's room. To her shock this was where the noise was. Inside she and Mace found the restroom full of Jock's. Piper pausing to admire her congregation of usual Detainee's found herself with Mace right up on her ass running into her and nudging her forward slightly. "Don't rush me." She sighed. Travis still hiding out in his stall was freaking out at hearing so many men in the john at once. There were ten football players in residence.

"What have we here?"

"Standing guard." Danny Wendt leaned against the wall closest to her, arms folded. "I am an Offensive Guard."

"You're not so offensive." She opts to pat his face making him grin. Danny then noticed Mace and winced. Mace showed no fear, he had his Aunt to protect him in the long run. Hearing toilets flush time and time again concerned her. Bending over to peer under the closed stall doors she found multiple feet beneath, "Horton-Dexter make it to the Toilet Bowl this year?"

The jocks busted a gut while admiring her sweet ass peeking out from under her skirt in bending to check out the situation. Even Mace found himself drooling, her clam right in plain view. While it created silence in the ranks the longer she lurched over the more Mace knew it was on purpose. His Aunt was showing off even under the sad circumstances of what was obviously being endured. Shaking his head Mace slapped his Aunt on the ass making her stand upright and yelp.

"NOT NOW!" He groaned.

"Hey! I was hiking the ball." She giggled, "Right! Back on track." She stepped to the first stall and rapped her knuckle on the door, "Knock Knock!"

"Who's there?" Darryl Priest laughed as the toilet flushed again, hearing a boy's voice gurgling.

"Potty Pooper! Open the door DP." DP being the initials of Darryl Priest.

"Kinda busy."

"I hear people drowning their sorrows."

"Just doing what we're told."

"Right! Quarterback makes the plays. Where are you Furlong?"

"Center stall Coach." Angus growled, "Don't ruin this for us. What they did to Travis looks bad on everybody."

"Soooo? You have all three boys?"

"Four stalls look busy enough for you?"

"I presume Travis is in the fourth?"

She moves to the far stall and jumps as the door opens quickly, Travis Herbert wearing his gym shorts, tube socks, and a tank top greets her. "You okay Kiddo?" He pouts at her and begs for a hug. Frowning at his scent Piper pulls him in and holds the distressed young man. "Don't get my tits wet." He was faking anyway, just to have his face between her mountain range. She knew it but let the moment get her Detainee's warmed up. It was mostly for them anyway, although Trav likely did need a bit of reassurance. Even under an emotional roller coaster Travis found his hands lowering to Piper's butt and squeezing them. Chuckles were heard even from her nephew Mace. "Okay Slim Gym, that's enough making me your patsy. Quit patting! Seriously, you okay?"

Shaking his head negatively became a motorboat between her tits until he laughed, "Better now!" The Jock's were laughing their asses off. With more flushing and boys pleading for release Piper had to do her job. Peering at a mess of soapy paper towels and his soiled clothing on the floor she peels Travis away from his clingy embrace. "Clean your mess up." She then twirled him in step and swatted his butt. Travis felt much better. He was getting revenge on his assailants, making new friends, and getting attention from Piper.

Stepping to the doors she slaps each one, "OPEN UP IT'S THE POOPOO!" PoPo! Police!

Laughing at her humor the doors unlatched and swung wide, every boy in the stall's that were standing vacated except for Angus Furlong who was holding Neo's head under one final flush. "That's enough! I wasn't aware Horton-Dexter had a swim team."

She eased into the stall and ran her palm up Furlong's wet shirt, "Speedo next time?" Growling he released his grip on Neo and stood up straight, anger still in his eyes. "Just breath. You too Neo'sPourin'." She pulls him from the toilet by his shirt collar. "Angus? I need you to go dry off and calm down. To my knowledge Carl doesn't know about any of this. Let's not get any of you expelled before the big game tonight. Go on." She patted his cheek tenderly, his temper easing at her beautiful blue eyes. Nodding he backs away and notes Hoyt and Dillon crawling out of their perspective stalls.

"Fuck with Trav again I'll throw you fuckers off the roof. Tell Knox I'm coming for him."

"Me, first!" Piper interrupts loudly. Not even that could relax Angus enough to laugh. Mace could not believe his Aunt. "Mace? Take Travis to my place like we talked about. Trav? I'm not calling your Mother and worrying her so go calm down. Text her and tell her you have a ride home so she doesn't come get you."

"Awww! I wanna kick these guys in the balls first."

"Go shower. You can use my bathroom. Lots of things to sniff."

"Seriously?" He brightens up then looks to the Jock's mumbling, "I'll bring you panties." As if they wanted any, they had what was underneath at their touch without that. They knew even that would get better.

"Come on Buddy." Mace pepped up as Travis tossed paper towels in the waste can. Gathering his clothes he sniffed the urine on them wincing. Feeling gutsy he took his wadded up t-shirt and stuffed it into Dillon's face.

"I'm no pussy."

"Just pissy!" Gavin Ruley chuckled.

"That too." Trav moved to Hoyt and did the same. Then, finally a cursing Neo ended his revenge.

"Yo Herbert?" Calvin Knobb's the gentle giant handed him Dillon's cell, "I deleted your video. Got your back Lil Bro."

Piper smiled brightly and stepped in patting Calvin's big belly, "Good job Calvin." A sly pat to his dick, "Knobb's!"

"Thanks Miss Cherry." Piper then took the cell and recorded the three boys in their drenched state capturing their reactions before they could realize they were being recorded. From each boy she trailed back into the stalls to see all of the water on the floor leading to them like a trail, bringing it back to train on the trio once more.

"Who put you up to this?" She invited a reply of shame.

"Knox Hardecker!" Hoyt gave up the ship, Neo and Dillon looking at him with bitterness. Finally, the other two boys nodded in agreement out of defeat. With everyone grim in the background Piper ended her filming on the face of Travis. Shocked at first he grinned and flipped it off.

"You're next Hardecker."

Easing in Angus lured Piper's aim to his own face, "Fuck with Trav again...I DARE YOU!" He then took the cell from Piper and panned it around the room at all of his teammates. Each of them pointed at the camera menacingly. Mace hid behind Calvin not wanting to be seen. Said and done Angus posted the video then sent Knox a text over Dillon's cell saying, "Thanks Asshole!" along with a link to the video. Once completed Angus didn't wait on a reply, instead moving to the closest toilet and dropping the cell into the water.

"WHAT THE FUCK FURLONG?" Dillon pepped up at the loss of his cell. One deadly glare from Angus the boy shut up and fumed.

"Fun time's over. You three?" Piper points at the boys, "Go to class as you are. Wet behind the ears...rears too. Sit and stew knowing I can get you all expelled or even call your families. That might still happen I'm not Carl. I'm giving you one chance. No more messing with Travis. Understood?" The trio understood and crawled to their feet and sloshed their way out into the hallway. No apologies given was fine by Travis. He had his say.

Maynard Smooth handed Travis his book bag, "Stash your stench Bro."

"Thanks Maynard." He placed his soiled clothes in the bag with his books and paused a second, "Guys?" The Jock's universally shot him a gaze. "I owe you. Homework's..."

"On them." Piper cleared her throat. "You are not doing anyone's homework."

"No worries." Calvin fist bumps the knuckle of Travis, "My grades are up."

"So is your blood pressure." Antoine laughed at his colossal teammate.

"Because of her." Calvin nodded at Piper.

"Glad I could be of service." She tickled Calvin without him even feeling it. "Nobody gives those boys grief going forward unless they create problems again. Let's...not stir up trouble any worse...I like what we have going here." They knew she meant protect her interests as much as theirs. "See you all at the game. GO SWALLOW'S!"

With everyone herding out and going on to classes Mace and Travis waited until the coast was clearer before exiting. Just outside the bathroom door they heard the girl's restroom open up. Out stepped Sable still portraying Dakota but feeling the need to be there for Travis.

"You okay...Perbert?" She used the term with shame knowing that would be how her sister would deliver it.

"Hey Dakota! Yeah, I'm good. Mace is taking me home, well to Piper's until later."