A new extra-curriclar activity.

You thought about the worst things that McFarland had done. Sure, she was a stickler for the rules, but that was par for the course for an assistant principal. On some level, it would have been no fun at all to act out if there wasn't someone there trying to keep you in line. No, that was never what got your goat about McFarland. It was school spirit that dug her grave. She was constantly trying to make people tie themselves closer to the school, act like they wanted to be there, and there was nothing she prized more than extra-curricular activities. Not just the jocks, though obviously they benefited from it. The theater kids, the glee club, the Math Olympiad and Quiz Bowl; if it was sponsored by Charles Dawes High School, then she would push you to join it. You had heard of people getting out of detention because of their extra-curriculars.

But you didn't want to do that. You wanted to smoke pot and listen to heavy metal, and talk about, but never actually starting a band. You swore that she came down harder on you because you weren't a joiner. But, you could fix that. You could make your own extra-curricular, something that **you'd** be interested in. Not a school metal band, that sounded lame as hell. But you just made McFarland hot as hell. Why not lean in to that?

"Mrs. McFarland!" You said, "Thank god, I couldn't find you!" Her eyes were confused, though she was still frozen in place. "You're nearly late for the try-outs! We need to get you to the boys' locker room A.S.A.P!" You unfroze her while filling her mind with what you had in mind.

"The school's pornography team!" She gaped as she stood up straight, and begin busting ass, running towards the school's gym and lockers.

"Thanks for agreeing to be our faculty sponsor, by the way. I don't think I've said thank you to you, yet."

"Oh, its nothing, I was on my school pornography team back when I was your age. I honestly couldn't believe that we've gone this long without one," she said.

"Well, hopefully, we can put together a team to have something ready for regionals," You said, "You're sure you're good doing auditions for all the boys?"

"Oh, definitely. I imagine most of them won't measure up, either physically, or won't be able to get it up in a room full of people on demand," she said airily, "Basic table stakes for a male porn star. Lot of weeding to do, but I'll get through it."

"I'm sure you will," you said, giving her a supportive slap on the ass. Just to make sure her day was worth it, you went through your mental rolodex. Who was someone you owed a favor to? You remembered back to your U.S History class last semester. You had a group project with Clarence, and he did most of the work without complaint. And you guys got an A on it. You *did* owe him a favor. So you decided to give him a huge package, nine-and-a-half-inches, and the right combination of stamina, mental fortitude and shamelessness to succeed.

You led Mrs. McFarland into the boys' locker room. There was a line of nervous looking seniors outside, quietly shuffling while they waited for their turn

"What are you doing waiting out here? Its not one-on-one. Groups of ten. First, five will act as our stunt cocks, while the other five act as crew, and then switch. Can't get it up? Tap out. Let's get this moving people," you demanded.