Chapter 15: Monday at School II

I had no idea what was going on in the Principal’s office, of course. I was too busy trying to keep everyone’s hands off of Alice. The police wanted to get her safely away from the school. And me, of course. All the men and all the boys just wanted to fuck her. I wasn’t about to let her out of my sight. And, thankfully, Alice didn’t want to leave my side for anything. At least Melanie was safe in the corner behind my desk.

When Mrs. Huffman pushed her way into my office I immediately noticed that she had a wobble that she’d never had before. Sure, for her it was more like a ponderous sway, but I noticed it right off. Any man would. I’m sure that every man did. She may be too old for me, but she had some rack!

“Coach Wilkins? Could I speak with you in private? Mr. Davis asked me to relay a message to you, and answer any questions you might have.” Beverly was also very red, as if she was supremely embarrassed.

“Of course. Everybody, clear out. Beverly, please close the door when they are all out.” I waved for Melanie to stay then reached for Alice’s hand to ensure she didn’t leave with the herd, and found that she was reaching for mine to make sure I wasn’t kicking her out.

Once the door was closed, Beverly could speak. “Thank you. Horace’s message is that you should not send your other girl to his office as he is being taken care of.”

“Who’s taking care of him, then?”

“I am.”

“I see.” I also saw two huge breasts moving around freely. “Um, this might be a bit forward, but did you forget something when you got dressed this morning?”

“No, I didn’t forget anything.”

“Oh. Well, then, did you lose anything somewhere along the way? Do you need help finding it?”

“I didn’t lose it. I know exactly where it is.”

“Well, that’s good to know. Where is it?”

“It’s hanging on the coat-rack in Mr. Davis’ office.”

“I see. And does Mr. Davis know that it is there?”

“He told me to put it there and watched me do it. Yes, he knows it’s there.”

“Well, I certainly want to know more about this, but it can wait. Did he tell you whether or not you were to obey my instructions?”

“He didn’t say one way or another.”

“Then I am ordering you to go find out, and come back and tell me. I want to know your status. Are you a public resource, like the whores at the Crib? Or are you a private possession like Alice, here? How I treat you and what instructions I give you depend upon your status.”

“I ... I’ll go find out.”

“Quickly, please. Don’t stop to do something else.”

“Yes, sir.”

Beverly was back within minutes, Horace right behind her. Naturally, my office was packed again. All the investigators, of course. The rumors about Alice and now Beverly had ensured that my office was packed with coaches, assistants, and everyone else who could think of an excuse to be there. When Horace walked into my office he looked at everyone else and said “Private conference. Everyone out except for Coach Wilkins, Mrs. Huffman, and Miss Alice.”

I added “And Melanie. I’m not making her leave and she can hear anything you say to me.”

He closed the door behind the last one out, and then locked it and pulled the shade down. Then he asked “You don’t have any cameras or recorders going, do you Larry?”

I shook my head. “No sir, nothing like that. Some things don’t need to be recorded.” Of course, less than a week later I found out that the FBI guy had, in fact, left a recording device behind before he left the office. Bastards.

“Good. Now, what was your question again?”

“What is Mrs. Huffman’s status? Is she a highly-valued personal property like Alice here is? Or is she a paid professional like my sister’s whores? Or is she a free public resource like half the sluts in my history classes?”

“I hope you don’t call them that. We need to treat our charges with dignity and respect. Someday some of them may be worthy of it.”

“Very few, I’m afraid, but I treat them all with the respect I would want my own children’s teachers to treat them. Anyway, this conversation is not being recorded and I’m not going to lie to you, Horace. A lot of them are sluts. They would happily blow me just because. A lot more are whores, they would blow me for a better grade. However, most of them know that I’m half-owner of the Crib, so it’s not like I stay backed up all the time and need what they can do. Anyway, Alice may legally be my property, but she’s effectively my wife and I’m not doing anything that would upset her. What is Mrs. Huffman’s status?”

“We’re still negotiating on that. I would like the same sort of relationship with Beverly that you have with Alice, but she is still a free agent. I don’t have any hold on her beyond personal respect for her as a decent human being. Which people, I’m forced to admit, we are rather short of these days.”

“Sir, I don’t mind belonging to you but I don’t want to be passed around for everyone to use.”

“Beverly, I’m not going to chain you up at home every night and chain you to your desk every day. Although, chaining you to my desk sounds like fun. If you come home with me and do whatever I want you to do, it will be because that makes you happy or gives you purpose or something. If you say you will do whatever I want, what happens the first time I give you an order you don’t like? You can simply walk away, I won’t stop you, but we won’t have any claim on each other any more.”

“Horace, I can’t just volunteer to be a slave. I’m scared.”

“Beverly, I understand that. I want you to be my slave, but I understand your fear. Maybe we can start out slow, but unless you back out I’m going to escalate as fast as I can because I truly do want to own you. I agree that slavery is wrong, but I’m a man and I want to own you. Once we start I will never be happy until you have accepted my complete authority over you.”

“I don’t want to be mistreated. Sam never hit me.”

“Beverly, I don’t want to hurt you. And I don’t want you to walk out on me. However, if I can’t correct, say, undesired behavior then it’s not real. It’s just a game. I want it to be real. It would make me very happy to own you.”

“Can we just ... try it for a couple of days, to see if it’s what I want?”

Horace looked at her for a minute. It was like Alice and I weren’t there, to them.

“We can say it’s just a game for a week. Come Monday morning, I’ll let you tell me if you want to continue or not. If you want to continue, it won’t be a game any more.”

“I don’t want to do things for anyone else.”

“I won’t promise that. In fact, I owe Coach Wilkins for this morning. I’ll give you two days, but on Wednesday morning I’m going to call him into my office. You’re going to close the door, bar it, and do for him exactly what Alice did for me a little while ago. I’m not going to share you out with everyone I see, but you will do what I want or we are done.”

“Exactly what did she do?”

“Beverly, it doesn’t matter. She did it for me, you will do it for Coach Wilkins. Whatever it was. Or don’t come in my office when I call you.”

She looked at him for a while, too, before saying “I’ll try, sir, but I’m scared.”

It looked like he was going to hug her, so I interrupted. “No! You should keep it to just talking in here. People are watching through the windows. I don’t have them completely blocked, because people should be able to see if I’m in here before banging on the door.”

Horace said “Of course, Larry. Beverly, let’s go back to my office. I need to examine some things.”

Mrs. Huffman replied “Yes, sir”, and they opened the door and walked out.

What was that? Alice and I just looked at each other and shook our heads. Beverly wanted to be Horace’s slave?

Once Horace and Beverly were gone everyone trooped back in. Second period started while we were waiting for Alice’s attorney. I had to leave everyone and go teach my Early American History class until someone else could take over. I got a promise from Alice and Melanie that they would wait for me to return. The kids had even more questions than the police did. All I was willing to say to them about it was “I was able to rescue the two of them and they seem fairly grateful.” And then give them the biggest shit-eating smile I could.

Alice’s attorney showed up while I was in class, good, but then Alice insisted that I had to be there, too, or she wasn’t saying anything. Horace ended up having one of the admin ladies come in and try to teach the kids something so I could go back to my office.

I got there to hear a bunch of people laughing. Apparently Alice had asked the difference between two sayings. One was ‘beating the shit out of someone’ and the other was ‘beating the fuck out of someone’. None of the cops had a good answer.

That was easy. Beating the shit out of someone was beating them so badly that they shit themselves, either during the beating or afterwards when it was too hard and painful to get to the bathroom. Beating the fuck out of someone was just hitting them until they hurt too much to fuck. Either was bad, but getting the shit beaten out of you was a LOT worse than just getting the fuck beaten out of you.

“There you are. While Larry was rescuing us we watched him beat the shit out of a couple of people who were raping us. I trust him. He’s a good man, and he has taken us in. I will happily live with him wherever he goes for the rest of my life.”

“Has he ... raped you?”

“Absolutely not. We have had sex, but it wasn’t rape. It was the best sex of my life, and we will do it again whenever he is willing. And he has given me permission to introduce myself as Alice Wilkins if I want. Oh, I want. My driver’s license says I’m Alice O’Donald, but as far as I’m concerned I’m Alice Wilkins.”

They turned to Melanie. “Miss, were you raped this weekend?”

“Yes, several times.”

“Were you raped by anyone in this room?”

She looked at me, of course. “No. Larry could have if he wanted, I wouldn’t have minded, but he didn’t. I think Mom is taking care of him.”

“For the record, now that Mr. Wilkins is here and your attorney is present, can you tell us your ages?”

“I am 35. My daughter is eighteen. Men who have sex with her aren’t guilty of statutory rape, but if they forced her it’s still rape.”

Melanie said “Shanda is only 14. Jenny and Regina are both 16. That’s statutory rape, isn’t it? And I think Whitney is 17.”

In New York, the law says ‘before the 17th birthday’ for statutory rape. I had asked a lawyer once, just to make sure. Some states have an exception if the partner is also about the same age, but not New York. There have been kids who were both 15 or 16 who had sex and were both prosecuted for ‘raping’ the other. That usually happens in the fall right before an election when the lawyers want everyone to know how little common sense they have and why no one should vote for them.

That law does have an exception for spouses, but you can’t marry before your 15th birthday and if you are 15 you need your parents’ permission. Even if you can’t get your parents’ to agree, if you are 16 or 17 you can do it with court permission. You have to be at least 18 to marry without anyone else’s permission. Anyway, the only exception to the statutory rape law, being married, wouldn’t apply to anything that happened this weekend, right?

We went round and round all morning. I knew stuff about the riot and all the missing people and they knew that I knew stuff, but they didn’t know what I knew and I wasn’t going to tell them. The only thing they had on me was that I’d had sex with two of the women who had been missing, but as long as Alice and Melanie were saying it was consensual they couldn’t charge me with anything there.

The good part of all this was that the girls weren’t actually saying they consented to having sex with me. They were both saying that I_ consented to sex with them_ and that they were going to do everything they could to make sure I continued to consent.

It was lunchtime before I was able to send someone out running errands for me. I saw Daisy Green while I was watching the lunchroom. Daisy was Dimona’s little sister and I could trust her to go get her older sister or Bubba, Dimona’s boyfriend, and not tell anyone where I sent her or why. Of course, I didn’t tell Daisy why I wanted them, either, but she knew what we’d all done over the weekend. In return for a note from Coach Wilkins giving her a pass from the rest of the day at school, she put her books away and peddled her bike over to Bubba’s place.