Community Service

“Alice Haines--close the door, would you, Mr. Haines?--I can't believe you. Do you even know who you had... pleasuring you, there on that toilet?”

“I... think her name was Barbara?”

“Barbara Winters, yes,” the overlord hissed, “and do you know how old she is?”

“Well, I'm only 18, and I know they're called 'Romeo and Juliet' laws... heh, or as I like to call them, 'Juliet and Juliet'-”

“I know the law, just like your mother knows the law... and just like the police know the law. A few days ago,” Hatts chuckled, “I might've called one of those along with Ms. Winters' mother. But Winters is the victim here... and I bet you wouldn't learn a damn thing if I just threw you to one authority or another.”

My sister, painfully unaware of the new "system" I installed, just nods eagerly. “I-I mean, you're right... I definitely think an essay or-”

“Shut your mouth until you leave this office.” My sister, bold and proud and just a bit too cocky, is suddenly silenced. Her lips squeeze together... and then ease their tension as she shivers. The entire room feels a bit colder now save for the warmth spreading on my sister's cheeks. “You probably don't appreciate the **** of authority you have as a senior in this school, especially over your underclassmen... and Winters happens to be on my Junior Varsity volleyball team, Ms. Haines, so when a senior abuses that authority over one of my girls... well, it's going to be me who deals with them.” She almost huffs a breath later, “... Well, me and those I trust with the work.”

Swallowing hard at that, I try to find my voice amid the tension. But before I can, she finally delivers her sentence. “So to make you appreciate how being abused like that feels, you'll be performing community service. Specifically, you’re going to suck and eat out your fellow seniors until you've learned the full girth of responsibility.”

My sister's eyes open wide where her mouth cannot; I, on the other hand, am not so restrained. “B-But Ms. Hatts, I'm the one who's supposed to-”

“Your brother,” she tersely cuts me off while still glaring at Alice, “will be there to tally your 'service' until you reach the requisite amount... and I think 100 'oral lessons' will teach you to never again **** that trust your underclassmen put in you.”

My sister's face is about to become the school bicycle... and I'm supposed to be keeping score?! Moreover, with the mods I just installed in Alice, would it even end there...? “Ms. Hatts!”

The assistant principal reclines in her chair with dumbstruck shock at my sudden outburst. “Mr. Haines, I trust you do not have a problem with my punishment, do you?”

Of course I do! I open my mouth to resist, to tell her she cannot do this... and yet, the words do not find their way up. My eyes go wide in a panic. I... I can't say it.

The app! So it does affect me, even though my awareness is never altered... and THIS is how I'm supposed to find that out?! My mind races for a solution, for some exit, anything at all I can-

“I didn't think so-”

“I'll do it!” I blurt out.

“I knew I could trust you, Mr. Haines; you impartiality in dealing with your sister is a good sign of your professional character.”

My sister glares up at me with a wrinkled. I cautiously choose my next words, filtering them for any sign of dissent... and let them loose. “I will... also inform... appropriate members... of the seniors. I can choose who will be best to... use her for these 100 times, and who will teach her the lesson as... clearly... as possible.”

My sister doesn't understand the mercy of my recommendation, so her naked fury and rage just continue to grow. I cautiously glance over at Ms. Hatts, terrified that she might see right through my bullshit suggestion.

Her eyes are wide and her features are slack. My mind screams: she isn't buying it. She's going to post a bulletin or some shit and tell every horse-cocked bastard, ball-shriveled varsity player, and the occasional lesbian with a chip on her shoulder about the new glory hole she just opened up in my sister's face, and I'm going to have to watch. I can't believe how badly this has turned out, and as I try and reason out or invent phone options to change this course of action, I can't help but run face-first again and again into the reality of the Custom Girls app: the succubi choose the options, and they want sexual energy... the more, the better. I am almost set to tremble with my powerlessness when I finally notice a change in Ms. Hatts' features. Are her eyes... shimmering? Is she... about to cry?

“Mr. Haines, I... I am so happy I chose correctly.”

... What?

“That is... inspired. To think I was going to let just anyone gently use her mouth... probably even a few of her girlfriends, all in exchange for favors. But it's your class... of course you'll know who'll best teach her this lesson.”

I nod dumbly, still baffled. Did... did it work? Are we out of the reeds?

Alice certainly doesn't seem to think so; she howls quietly behind sealed lips.

“You should be grateful you have such a wise and caring brother,” Ms. Hatts openly mocks, “who will ensure your statutory misbehavior ends now. Now get out of my office... and don't let me ever catch you with a young mouth on your unmentionables, or any body part for that matter.”

I feel like a fucking god. Not only did I save my sister from some buffer of bodily slime, I also get to assign her to any senior I want... and really, what senior is more qualified, each of those 100 times, than me? Emboldened, I dare to ask, “S-Should she... use any other parts of her body... to perform this punishment, Ms. Hatts?”

“No, a simple handy will not let her... taste... the fruit of her misbehavior.” Ms. Hatts grins and chuckles at her own words and all but pats herself on the back. “As for the rest... well, teen pregnancies are already too big an issue in public schools, and I'm told anal prolapse is too big an issue in the religious schools, so that excludes most normal sexual function as well. I suppose some other... no, no, just oral until she's through.”

I don't push my luck any further; moreover, I don't think my sister can take much more before she'll be lunging to **** me shut. With an apology on my sister's behalf and a request to take her home, Ms. Hatts finally dismisses us... and it isn't until we're in the car, my sister in the passenger seat next to me, that she finally whispers with wide, furious eyes, “What the fuck... was that?”

“That was me saving you from like 20 STDs and a lot of boyfriends you don't want,” I sharply shoot back as I put the car into reverse.

“You were... that was an act, right? You're just going to lie to her and... and tell her I did it, right?”

“I don't think we can.” She narrows her eyes at me; she doesn't understand it yet, just how trapped we are thanks to the app. “She made me grope Ms. Lia until she came like crazy.”

“The... the fat bitch came while looking at... wait, looking at what?”

“Nah, Ms. Lia.”

“What?”

“Ms. Lia is the one who came, not Hatts.”

I hate to admit it, but I enjoy soaking in her disbelief as I drive us off school property. We're at the first light on the way home when she finally sputters, “What the Hell is going on, Dave?”

“Ms. Hatts punishes people with sex, we can’t say no, and that's just fine now.”

“I... I get that...? I get that,” she reaffirms as the app's rules play with her mind, “but why are you involved?”

“Community service.” I can't suppress my grin with that one, and she gives me a click of her tongue and a soft punch on my shoulder that sends her breasts jiggling at the corner of my eye. “Anyways, it looks like you've got some extra credit to do... and 100 times, no less.”

She rolls her eyes as she rummages through her purse. “Yeah, whatever... I've got some girls who wouldn't say no, so please don't get any ideas and send me to one of your dork friends for free BJs.”