Episode 6: Detain Knees

The lunchroom was packed to capacity as Britney Foxx joined by her brother’s friend Trenton Styles, moved with their trays through the crowd. The entire time that they waited in line Styles commented on how awesome her performance under the vibrating silver bullet eggs influence was. Word was out, every guy in the cafeteria was grinning at her. She laughed off the publicity and kept her news to herself until her brother could join them. Finding a vacant table, they sat down to wait on Lance.

During the wait she spied upon her school bus playthings Jacob Wagner and Angus Trout in the distance. They were eying her like everyone else, only they knew her body firsthand. From another table in the teacher’s quadrant was Mr. Daniel Beatty. He too looked at her with lust in his eyes. She tried not to look guilty of stalking Beatty, so she merely smiled and nibbled at her salad. Too much attentiveness would spook him. NOT!

The game she played had her hormones in a frenzy. In all honesty it wasn’t her true intention to demand the interest of Mr. Beatty. The more he grew intrigued the more she wanted to push him along. What was a good teasing going to hurt in detention later. Besides there might be others in lockup as well. That would surely keep things in check. Not only that but even if others took interest in her mischief, she refused to accommodate anyone under eighteen years of age. Well, unless they were devastatingly cute. Come on even she could change her mind.

As her thoughts drifted to predict what Beatty might let her get away with it occurred to her that none of the faculty bothered to bitch about her short skirt. A win for her if she could make it through the day. If she pulled it off, she would wear more like it tomorrow and every day until ordered not to. She found it amazing how many boys were trying to look up her skirt as it was. With nobody directly across from her at the table it was a perfect shot to glory hole. Well reverse glory hole. She was OPEN to interpretation.

It took a few minutes before Lance decided to show up and sit across from her and Styles at their table. His ability to annoy her quickly led to a snapping of fingers to break her trance. Thankfully her brother sat far enough over that her voyeurs could still seek her attention. “Earth to cum sucking slut. Come in cum sucking slut.”

“I’m here.” She seductively purred. “I’m showing off.” Lance realized her mischievous glare and leaned to look under the table. Ah! No wonder she was purring. Twat shot!

“Nice! Styles said you were screaming in class.”

“Not screaming. I haven’t completely let go yet. I’m still getting used to being this wild but I’m liking it more and more.”

“Could have fooled me. I heard screams.” Styles teased! “Loud and clearly! I’m guessing everyone in school knows by now.”

“You will know when I scream.” She winked! “Maybe tomorrow on our date, Mister 48-hour man.”

“About this weekend.” Lance nodded at Styles! “I want the four of us to hang out. You can go do your thing alone with her, but I want us to create some serious CHAOS first.” He sang the last part laughing.

“I’m good with that. As long as I can make sweet lust to Britney here for a few hours.”

“A few hours?” She deliberately fanned her features. “I might need to be carried to the ER.”

“I’d just make the paramedics fuck you too.” Lance boasted! “Defib! Zap her sexy ass.”

Brit smiled with a subtle hiss. “I have a secret.” Giddy over it she couldn’t resist any longer.

“What secret?”

“Mr. Beatty gave me detention. He’s overseeing the time I spend there.” Her eyebrows wiggled playfully.

Lance mulled the news over with a smirk. “That sounds fun.”

“I thought so. We might have to walk home together because of missing the bus.” She pointed out.

“Wearing the egg again in detention?” Styles wondered while chewing his corn dog.

“I won’t need it. I’m just going to torment Beatty like crazy.”

“I wonder how many other idiots got detention?” Lance considered the competition she might have.

“She might be alone with Beatty.” Styles chuckled with a eerie sound.

“And that would be bad? If not, I’ll improvise.”

“What did you have in mind?” Lancelot rubbed his chin like he was scratching his balls. “Make it good.”

“This is my time.” She stuck her tongue out at her brother. “I’m not under your control.”

“My month says I own you every second. So, yes, you are MINE.” Lance glared with authority. “MINE! M-I-N-E!” Spelling bee over he just pointed at her.

“Fine! If I’m alone, I’ll kiss him and see if I can sit in his lap. Let me gauge how far he will want to go. He’s probably afraid of losing his job.”

“If you’re alone you suck his dick at least.” Lance ordered! “Deepthroat it.”

“Okay. If there are others there?”

“As you said improvise.”

As they battled over the future Brit noticed Angus Trout and Jacob Wagner walking toward them, now joined by Dalton Wabash. The three amigos! They were generally inseparable.

“Got room for us?” Jacob stepped up beside Britney and forcibly nudged her over into Styles so that he could sit. Styles would not budge so Brit was crushed between the two. Nothing wrong with that.

She looked over at him and smiled, Jacob was sooo cute, muscles helped. Across the table Angus bumped into Lance until he was allowed to occupy his space. Dalton merely stood by Angus with arms folded.

Repositioning on the seat to straddle the tables bench Jacob paused then smiled brightly. “Doing anything after school?”

“I got detention earlier. I have to stay over.”

“Damn! I was going to see if you wanted to go get a pizza.”

“Another time? I’d like that though. Raincheck?”

“Absolutely!” He admired her beauty and reached down to place his right hand on her bare upper thigh, fingers no more than an inch from her bikini area. No panties on she was wringing wet. Her eyes brightened up then looked across the table at her brother. Lance was grinning up a storm. So was she.

“We heard about Beatty’s class.” Angus spoke up! “Wish we had been there.”

“Innocent little brother ears here.” Lance groaned! It was better to play off his naivety. “I hear her enough at home.”

“That’s true. Only little by thirty minutes. Ignore him.”

“Then go away.” Angus sneered at Lance. “We need privacy.”

Brit glared at Angus over his attitude. “Hey! Just because of that orgasm I got detention. And my brother is the coolest, so leave him alone.”

Angus held his hands up. “Sorry, Man! My bad.” All eyes on Angus at the moment Jacob used the diversion to do exactly what he did on the school bus and slid his fingers directly up Britney’s taboo skirt and rubbed her kitty, middle finger gently penetrating her wet vulva. That had her eyes glistening. Mmm! Purr! Purr! Purr!

Knuckle bumping with Angus to accept the apology, Lance had a brilliant idea. “If you want to spend time with my sister, why don’t you guys get detention too.” He played it off as a joke.

Jacob eyed Angus and Dalton inspired by the jest. They easily read his mind. It was only an hour of time lost. Why not!

Angus leaped up and hurled Lance’s empty lunch tray toward Jacob yelling out obscenities. “FUCK YOU, ASSHOLE!” Dude! I’m fingering her here. Dammit! Worst timing ever!

Jacob removed his hand then jumped up and charged over the table to attack Angus who played the victim. Dalton in response tried to break them apart and ended up getting into a three-way grudge match.

The teachers table automatically leaped into the fray and broke the group up. Detentions were easy enough to get. However, Dan Beatty felt sad that he now had new prisoners. A look to Brit at the table Beatty offered a disappointed expression. She pouted and cautiously pinched her nipples through her shirt just for him. Maybe there was hope still. Time would tell.

Lance smirked at Styles. Styles grinned at Lance.

Pure evil!

As the school day wound down most students were freed to return home. Others who were not so lucky were subjected to the dreaded den called detention. Leftover stragglers offering up bad decisions. Those decisions might have rubbed off on authority.

Room 44, the selected classroom for today’s misgivings awaited teacher Daniel Beatty. He had reached his destination ten minutes prior to everyone else. Having had time to re-evaluate a plan Beatty restructured the seating arrangements so that the majority of desks faced the back half of the room. Countering those a single row of seats faced forward toward the blackboard. This would give him alone time with his would be crush Britney Foxx, so he thought. At the best possible angle, he could look up Britney’s skirt at some mighty fine real estate. As wet as she seemed earlier in the day that might just be beachfront property. The other students would be declined a good look. All the better for him.

Today, there were only six students filing in. Besides the trio of jocks Angus, Jacob, and Dalton in came a rebel goth reject by the name of Norman who’s only reason for being there was his neglect toward being on time for class. The fifth was Emily Grace a lanky blond with glasses that she couldn’t decide if she was wearing or not. She was hardly unattractive, yet her attire classified her in terms of overly reserved. Her skirt met her ankles, and her blouse was tightly closed around her throat. Blame her parenting. Both were barely 18. Why she was here remained a mystery. Did she even need to be here? Beatty himself was in the dark but allowed it.

Finally, joining them was a freshened-up bubbly Britney. She fluttered her fingers toward Beatty and gave him a beguiling smile as she entered the room. This was noticed by everyone there coming in second to her breasts bobbing up and down with each and every step. Forsaking a bra did that to a hottie. Before any of them could take a seat Beatty stood up from behind his desk, moved in front of students and halted them as they filed in behind one another. Britney hurrying around the others to be in in the lead found herself directly in front of Beatty’s upheld sweaty palms.

Seeing her within Beatty’s reach Angus Trout intentionally walked right into Brit and forced her forward. Her breasts landed right in Beatty’s capable hands. His temptation to squeeze was there but with the others watching he had to back off. “That’s enough, Mister Trout, no forcing yourself upstream to spawn.” That was actually a salmon joke, but everyone got it. “Forgive me, Britney.” Nope! Grope away Buddy! “You Sir get an extended stay come tomorrow. I believe Beverly Hayes is covering detention after school instead of me.” FUCK! Old windbag Hayes was like 60 and used a ruler to make her point. His buddies had no plans on joining him for that nightmare.

“As I started to say. Seating arrangements are as followed. Boy’s will face the back of class and count blemishes in the wallpaper. Girl’s face forward and suffer my scrutiny. This will keep any round of communication to a minimum. You’re here as punishment, this domain is not a chat center. Failure to remain silent will get you more detention days. Looking behind you is not an option. Worry less about how the other half lives. Outbursts of any kind even in actions will get you expelled. Yes, I can make that possible.”

Groans all around sounding like echoes of defeat, they took their seats which even had lengthy gaps between them. Beatty watched their uneasy acceptance become evident by their slouching. Surprisingly the jocks were being obedient. “This might just work to my advantage.” It was just getting started Danny Boy.

Brit and Emily Grace sat forward in front of Beatty. As the girls smiled at one another Brit recognized the girl as the one who clapped silently at her performance under the egg’s vibrational influence. “How have I never noticed Lady Godiva before? She’s adorable.”

As Beatty settled in at his desk, he wasted no time in eyeballing Britney who pouted at first then lifted a finger to let him know she had a plan. After a two-handed heart symbol held directly over her left breast, her ever perky nipple Cupid’s Arrow piercing the love, he cautiously allowed her to stand and tiptoe over to Emily and relay a barely audible whisper. The words made Emily’s eyes flare wide and once again silently pat her palms together. Satisfied by the longhaired nerd’s reaction Brit returned to her chair. Without further ado Beatty narrowed his eyes with curiosity over what it was that they had shared.

Ms. Foxxy began by wiggling in her seat in an effort to make her already short skirt even shorter by wrinkling it up beneath her bare bottom and batting her eyes at him. The creaking of her chair was extremely annoying. It was enough to prompt the brunette bombshell into clenching her teeth and holding a hand over her mouth to avoid laughing. Inspiration striking, she opened her bookbag for a notebook and pen to write him a secret message. “My chair sounds like bed springs during rough sex.” She then turned the notebook to let Beatty read it. He too tried not to laugh. What freaked him out even further was Brit allowing Emily Grace to read it as well.

Emily blushed and offered Beatty a pleasant smile before nibbling her lower lip. He had no reaction outside of amazement at first then smirked. Bouncing up and down in his own seat for a noisy aircushion anthem he nearly had the girls losing their composure. A wiggled index and a zipper lip motion they did their very best to withhold any laughter.