A dirty picture

I couldn't believe what I was seeing.

After closing my locker, I had noticed it sticking out of Emma's. Tugging on it, the crumpled image pulled out of her locker. A full page spread of my mom from a magazine.

It was one where she was wearing a dark leather outfit, with a mesh top that showed off her boobs and a slit cut out on her bottoms to expose her pussy. She held a leash, attached to a naked collared woman that kneeled below her, a promotional picture for one of her lesibain BDSM videos. Titled ‘Puppy girl made the behave’. I could remember being there for that photoshoot. Doing homework while mom was dressed and photographed.

“This is fucking disgusting.” I snarled. “It's one thing to shove this shit into my locker, but for some creep to put it in yours!”

I clenched my hands into fists, anger welling inside me. I didn't give a shit if I was harassed, but Emma? She didn't deserve this.

“That's, ummm… actually…” Emma stuttered. Reaching out to take the picture, but stopping herself. “Actually really uhh… gross… yeah…”

“It's fucking sexual harassment!” I exclaimed. “For what even? Just because you talk to me?”

“Yeah… c-crazy…” Emma gulped. Her eyes wide with anxiety. “C-can I see it…”

“You don't want to touch this. I think the pervert came all over it.” The picture had stains all over it. Wet droplet marks that could only mean one thing. “He probably got off knowing that you'd touch it or some gross shit like that.”

“M-maybe they j-just really love your Mom…” Emma bit her lips. Looking down at the floor. “And, they… they wanted to c-complement her by-”

“I know you always try to see the good in people Emma.” I told her. “But I doubt the fucked up pervert who did this had any good intentions at all.”

“P-pervert… yeah…” Emma was still looking down, but a smile seemed to be forming in her face. “A fucked up naughty girl- I mean boy! A bad… boy… who should be punished…”

“It pisses me off so much. If I found the guy who did this I'd… I'd…” I trailed off. Relaxing my fist that I had been clenching. Emma was probably shaken up enough already. She didn't need to see me blow up in anger.

“You'd what!!” Emma stepped closer. Putting a hand on my chest and staring at me with wide eyes that almost verged on crazy.

“You'd p-pull their pants down and, a-and spank them until they were r-red?? G-gag them and strip them n-naaked? Write dirty words all over their body… Humiliating them for the being such a dirty pervert…”

“Uh… I guess…” I wasn't sure what to say. Emma was clearly in deep in a **** fantasy, and it didn't feel right to stop her.

“You'd drag them around the school. M-making them crawl like a dog.” Emma had a wobbly smile, her eyes glazed over as she imagined a rather specific and cruel punishment for the guy who wronged her. “T-they could beg your mom for forgiveness… k-kiss her feet and-and she could-”

The ringing of the bell jolted Emma out of her fantasy, and reminded me that I was supposed to get to class on time. But I didn't feel right just leaving while Emma was all shaken up like this.

“You're right. Somebody needs to be punished for this.” I told her. Although I didn't think we needed to go to the lengths she was suggesting. “I'll go show the picture to a teacher and-”

“NO!” Emma shouted loud enough to draw people's eyes to us. “No… uhh… I… I'll take it. You…you need to get to class, right?”

“I do… but you shouldn't have to-”

“It's okay.” Emma smiled wide, showing off her pink and green braces. Placing a hand on my shoulder and taking the picture from me. “I'll handle this. You go.”

It was like time stopped and we were the only two people in the world. For such a shy, awkward girl, she had these moments where she just captivated me with her charm, her confidence. It was a side of her that I doubted Brad ever saw.

I wanted to kiss her, but I couldn’t. Instead, I just smiled and pulled her into a hug. Thanking her before rushing off to class.

Homeroom wasn't too far from my locker, and with a sigh of relief I made it inside before the last of my classmates filtered in. I walked down the row of desks, trying to stay unnoticed as I made my way to my desk in the back row. I almost made it too, but before I could sit down I felt my shirt collar **** me as somebody pulled on the back of my shirt.

“Hey loser. Where do you think you're going?”