Jessica and Joanna huddled in the hall before school.

Joanna said, “So now you have to tell me. What’s the naughty thing we’re going to learn today?”

“I love how curious you are. You’re just itching to know.”

“Just tell me. The bell’s going to ring in a minute.”

“Okay. You know that new girl. Jillian or something like that?”

“Yeah, Jill, I think. Funny to come in with only a few weeks left in the year.”

“Right. I think she’s kind of shy. I mean she doesn’t know anyone, and she might be very interested in joining the club.”

“Yeah, I bet she would.”

“But she has to pass the initiation.”

“What’s the initiation?”

“She has to do something naughty.”

“Right, that makes sense. What does she have to do, I mean specifically?”

“Well, since we’re all in Mr. Morgan’s sixth period art right after lunch, I think what she has to do is masturbate in class.”

“Ooh, I like that.”

“I thought you would.”

Jessica and Joanna sat with Jill over lunch and discussed the Naughty Girls Club. Jill was eager to join. But then they explained the initiation requirement.

“Oh, I can’t do that,” Jill exclaimed.

“Sure you can. You just sneak a hand under your skirt and touch yourself.”

“But it would be...”

“Naughty. That’s the whole point.”

“But what if someone...”

“Don’t worry,” Jessica said. “I’ll distract them. And when you’re done, all you have to do is let Joanna sniff your fingers. To make sure you did it fully and properly.”

“I don’t know about this,” Jill said.

“You have to,” Joanna said.

“Okay, I’ll try,” said Jill. “Maybe.”

At art, Jill sat at one of the back tables. Joanna sat next to her. Jessica sat up front. For the first twenty minutes Mr. Morgan lectured. Chiaroscuro today. Then, as usual, came thirty minutes of free draw.

“Okay, Jill,” whispered Joanna. “Time to do your stuff.”

“I can’t,” Jill said, shaking her head. “I just can’t.”

Meanwhile Jessica used her pastel sticks to make a sketch. It was almost finished when Mr. Morgan looked over her shoulder. “Jessica,” he exclaimed. “What the ... What are you...?”

“It’s the new girl Jill,” Jessica explained. “She’s masturbating, see. She’s just about to come. See how her nipples practically poke through her shirt? And those buttons are probably the same color as her nipples when she’s super excited. All I have to do is dab in a little girl cum oozing from her cunt.”

“Stop,” said Mr. Morgan. “Stop right now.”

“Okay, okay,” Jessica said. “No girl cum. Poor Jill.”

Everyone turned to look at Jill. She was blushing furiously.

Jessica got detention, but that evening the three girls met at Joanna’s house.

“You were very naughty,” Joanna told Jill. “You didn’t jill off. Ha ha, how appropriate. Or inappropriate.”

“But that’s the beauty of it,” Jessica said. “You were naughty either way.”

Jill said, “So I’m in? I’m in the club?”

“You are,” Jessica said. “Congratulations. But because you were naughty, we have to punish you.”

“What kind of punishment?”

Jessica smiled. “Spanking.”

“But because you didn’t get to come in art class, we’re going to make you come now.”

“Isn’t being naughty delicious?”

Jill was too out of it to answer.