Episode 91: FLUSH MOB

“Walk do not run.”

Sociology teacher Chandra Mahkarti stepped from her classroom intending to check in on Travis Herbert as promised. She expected him to be at the principal’s office with Counsellor Cherry but by the chaos in the hallway she worried if he made it to his destination. Nearly plowed down by an overly excited Mace Belmont, the boy dodging others putting her in his path. With she in his flight pattern his hands flew out in front of him and palmed her breast accidently. Stunned by his unintentional groping she felt compelled to deter his angst. Realizing she had never seen the boy before she creased her brow and let him charge upstairs toward the third floor. Knowing there were no classes up there only made her more curious. Even with his hand long gone it was if she could feel his palm over her tit. A moment of excitement lit up her eyes as students had seen it, and her expression. She could not let that control her emotions or people would get the wrong idea.

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. Okay, 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 Piper 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 in an unladylike manner for a second time in a week. Presuming Mace was attacking her Chandra leaped to Piper’s aid with a can of mace obtained 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 at her from her behind, shaken by her topple. “Are you alright Counsellor Cherry?” Chandra flared her eyes at capturing a closer look at Piper’s vibrantly pink pussy staring up at her unobscured and trickling. Shocked by the sight Chandra mumbled, “You ... I do not wish to know what it was you were doing.” Self-explanatory! Self-inflicted too!

“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 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 Mahkarti, I teach Sociology. I apologize for not introducing myself sooner. Is this young man bothering you?”

“Nonstop! Shoot that 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. His name is Mace.” 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 taken back by 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 purse. “Neo and Dillon were harassing Mister Herbert 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 girl’s 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 skirt.”

“My skirt?” Chandra embraced the compliment of her multicolored wraparound then looked at Piper’s sheer patterns on her own dress, “Yours is quite ... revealing.”

“Not enough! Yours could be shorter. Just saying.” Piper then 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 Piper was 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. No rumors made it her way because she literally spoke to no one but her classes. 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, introvert one moment, ambivert if being honest. Worlds often collided.

“You’re talking fashion at a time like this?” Mace grew agitated, palms up to question why. He did like Chandra’s skirt even if most of her legs were in hiding. “That is a killer skirt though.” Chandra blushed.

“I intend to wear shorter. Once I feel more confident.”

“We can work on that Chandra. Fashion is my mojo.” The Hindi beauty had no idea what mojo even was. Seeing Mace on edge brought her back to reality. “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 noting 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 want to prevent him from any fighting. He looked all God of War.” Mace pointed out in following Piper into 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? Good lord!” 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 must apologize for taking aim at you.” Chandra glanced over her shoulder at Mace while keeping pace in their journey.

“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 closer to converse.

“Ignore him he’s too big for his britches.” Josie pushed Mace back with a palm to his pecker. Chandra seeing her hands on approach continued to stare with disbelief. 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 Doreen Lawrence to oversee until I return. 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. That huge erection was hard not to look at. Shy but human she gravitated toward his swell. Piper intervening gripped Chandra by her shoulders and turned her away from Mace. Chandra looked angry for a moment then realized Piper was his aunt. Protective made sense.

“Will you please stop flirting with every girl you meet.” Piper frowned, “Sorry Chandra, he’s in heat. Too much time training my puppy.”

“At least Rotten 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 seriously.

“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 especially after the last time. Maybe we can sweep this under the rug for his sake. I’m certain Sable would be grateful.”

“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 had 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 drive him to my house instead of letting Josie give him a ride. He could probably use a shower and a bit of downtime to catch his breath.” Josie mulled that over and agreed. She wasn’t certain Dakota would really have enough long-term 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 back 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. It was always a highlight to a boring day.

“Memory lane is closed.” Piper makes a T for Timeout 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!

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.