She opened the door with fingers that were visibly trembling, to face ten teenagers in their red-and-white uniforms. They looked at her with furtive hostility and one of them, a little ash blonde sitting near the back, sniggered openly.

"Now, girls," Aurora said, "my name is Miss Instrom, but you can call me Aurora. I'm going to be…"

"Who the fuck cares?" the little blonde said.

"What did you say?" Aurora asked, sweat breaking out on her forehead.

"I said, who the fuck cares?" the little blonde said, polishing her nails. Several of the other girls laughed.

"I hope you'd like to get to know me," Aurora said, her blushes getting deeper. She gripped the cane desperately.

"What for?" the little blonde said. "I mean you got this job the way they all got it. Blowjob was it? I mean you know what this place is really like?"

She sneered and leaned back, sliding her skirt up her thighs, revealing her tight red panties.

"If you wanna get in here good," she said, "you better suck my pussy."

"What? Stop that!" Aurora shouted as the class broke into shrieks of laughter. "Girls, stop it!"

"Come on, Miss," another of the girls shouted, "we blow enough cocks, you come and blow us!"

The laughter doubled and Aurora cringed back.

"Come on, Aurora!" the little blonde yelled, getting up on the desk. "Show us your pussy!"

She teased her skirt right up and slid her panties down her legs, showing the blonde cuntmound beneath.

"Put your panties on!" Aurora pleaded.

"Put them on for me," the girl challenged and Aurora broke into floods of tears. She fled from the classroom and down the hall to the headmaster's office. Without knocking, she rushed in and was halfway across the room before she came to a horrified halt, staring at what she saw Brett Harmon was standing at one end of his desk.