A couple weeks passed by in the school since Nik and Suzy enacted their new plan to protect the gang. Nik told Valerie and Michelle nothing about the plan. They could guess and could theorize but they could not prove anything other than what they plainly saw.
One lunch hour, Valerie dropped by Nik's classroom to see Sammy and the gang sitting around desks, studying, legit studying. Girls came and went. Guys came and went, sometimes with one or more of the girls, but not a hint of sex talked about. Valerie listened intently to pick up any sex talk somewhere, even if it were coded through the sexual education curriculum, but whatever the code was, it passed over her head.
"Mr. Knight, I need you to fill out these forms before you leave again for the trial. And make sure you get your substitute plan finished and handed off to the secretary," Valerie told him.
"I'll get to it immediately. Here are the other forms you needed from me," he replied.
"Your new study group has high attendance," she asked, looking amused.
"Mr. Knight has inspired us to focus on our smarts," a random girl said.
"It is quieter in here than the library, Principal Weiss," Sammy piped up, while pointing out an answer on a classmate's page.
"You're turning out to be a good hire for us, Mr. Knight. Keep up the good work," Valerie smiled, walking off with the papers.
After a couple moments, making sure the coast was clear, one of the hooker students sighed.
"She didn't see through it at all," girl one said.
"I thought we were dead for sure. We never study," girl two chimed in.
"It is all about appearances, girls. Even if she suspected anything weird going on, she can go back to her office thinking you're studying. Who will prove it wrong? Why would she want to prove it wrong? Only makes her look good," Sammy explained.
"I guess that makes sense," girl one replied.
"Keep your nose in the book," Sammy said tapping the book.
"Sheesh, fine," girl one sighed.
Nik smiled. When he proposed the plan to Suzy and Sammy, on the surface the study group acted as a front for their prostitution activities. Underneath, it also served the purpose of raising their grades. He could easily pimp them out without a care, solely embracing the gangster life. But he was still a teacher, and if the girls were going to aspire to be prostitutes in life, he hoped they'd be smarter prostitutes.
The lunch hour came and went without incident. Sammy kept a strict reign on the girl's studying time like a dominatrix. When they started drifting off-topic, Sammy tapped the books to refocus their attention. Nik laughed internally. While Suzy and Foxy were smart, Sammy had the geek look and embraced it. While so many of the school population found books an alternative to toilet paper, Nik saw her never back down about being smart.
When the bell rang, Sammy walked up and handed in her binder of homework, smiled, and walked out to get to her class. Nik put it at the bottom of the homework pile, casually, as the perfect purloined letter.
X
Michelle stood in the office, dropping off papers for the secretary. Valerie walked in and noticed her.
"Mrs. Jackson, can I see you for a few moments in my office, please," Valerie asked.
"Sure thing, Miss Weiss."
Michelle followed inside the prim and proper office. The door had a glass window that obscured anything directly in front of it, but could not be seen through like normal glass. Once the door closed, Valerie grabbed Michelle by the wrist and pulled her off to the side. Pressed up against the wall, the two women made out passionately in the office momentarily.
"I needed this," Valerie gasped out.
"We both do," Michelle replied, straightening up her suit. "Just a peck on the cheek all you need?"
"I want you to eat me out but this is a business meeting. We need to talk about Nik, just the two of us."
"You're concerned about him too? That something will fuck up and he'll go to jail?"
"No," Valerie shook her head, "I think he won't get caught, and that is what bothers me. We both know what he said, but I'm not sure he'll let go once Suzy graduates. I think if he stays at this school, he'll stay a pimp."
"You could be right. Gale loves him. I want to believe she'll do nothing to hurt him, but we know his past and her ambitions. Let's say he lied and only told us half what he accomplished in the yakuza, it is a movie reel at eleven," Michelle added.
Valerie sat at her desk, sighing, contemplating what to do.
"We said we'd support him. I know it is run out of his classroom. We're not stupid. These kids don't study at lunch. He knows I'd guess it, but I don't know the code."
"Don't. Just don't," Michelle interrupted. "He told us he had a plan that'll keep us all safe. If we go into this like a movie, thinking we'll be helping, it'll turn out exactly like a movie and we'll fuck something up and hurt us all. I don't like it but I'm content to let him get it out of his system. She graduates this year then he can stop and change schools. Just trust him and stay out of it."
"I worry too much, don't I?"
"You're like a mama bear, protecting the cubs. Not the sexiest of images but you care about him. Relax and let him handle it."
Michelle walked behind Valerie and placed two, firm hands on her shoulders. Slowly, she rubbed her like a girlfriend, getting the stress to ebb away.
"Just relax and worry about other matters. The court case, the next time one of the punks does something stupid, really, anything. He is literally a professional."
"Your hands feel good. Going to sleep with me tonight?" Valerie moaned, rubbing her thighs together.
"I can be persuaded. Maybe we can tie Nik up again and have our way with him. I'm sure the costumes need to be dusted."
"Right there, that feels divine."
Michelle leaned down, tenderly kissing Valerie's neck, ear and head. Small, simple pecks to light up pleasure centers.
"I better get going so no one walks in on us, or gets suspicious. I'll see you tonight at the house. It'll be nice when Gale gets the new pad tricked out for us. No more worrying about storage space."
"Michelle, thank you."
"What are sisters for," Michelle smiled, walking out of the office.
X
Suzy lay out in her hospital bed. The swelling had passed, and her skin recovered from the myriad of welts, but the doctors wanted to keep her in for another couple days of observation. Adverse reactions to painkillers spooked the doctors, and they wanted to run tests to confirm she didn't have an unknown, lingering medical condition.
So there she rested, bored, done a week's worth of homework, and forced to trust Mistah Cracka-man's plan. Suzy took a long time to warm up to someone, and even longer to trust them. She felt antsy, chained up, needing to be back in school to run her gang.
"Hey Suzy, you awake?" a familiar voice called out.
"Sammy, what's up? I didn't get a message you'd be dropping by...who is that?" Suzy asked, pointing to the Chinese guy.
"I kinda had a date today, but I convinced him to bring me over to say hi."
"Hi," the guy waved.
"Dolled up for a date?" Suzy pointed out.
"Yeah, we're going to the theater."
"Aren't you dressed up too much to see a show?"