Joyce is NOT happy

By Humilatron

Joyce sighed as she hung up the phone and immediately headed for the stairs. She really should have said something earlier, but she had figured that Chloe needed some distractions and for once she hadn’t been breaking the law or doing something dangerous, so she let her and her friends have their fun, but she didn’t expect them to recklessly let it get out of the house. “Chloe, wake up! All of you!” Joyce said sternly as she banged open the door.

The 4 girls stirred awake sprawled all over Chloe’s bed, still naked. Chloe’s eyes widened as they landed on her mom who was crossing her arms and not looking happy at all. “Mom?”

“I need to talk with you, Chloe,” Joyce said. “Actually I need to talk to all 4 of you, so don’t even bother reaching for your clothes. I’ve already seen it all anyways.”

The girls all froze as Rachel had tried to reach for her shirt. “Sorry, mom,” Chloe said. “We just…”

“I don’t want to hear it. I hope you’re all happy,” Joyce said. “Because I’m not. I just got off the phone with Principal Wells. He pointed me to a very interesting video on the Blackwell Totem front page. He also says that David is the only person who can do anything about taking it down.”

“What video?” Chloe asked.

“This one,” Joyce said as she pulled up her phone and showed the video of the foursome.

All four girls gasped in response. They all quickly exchanged looks and then Max timidly said. “H-how many people have seen that?”

“Right now?” Joyce said. “The entire academy, Principal Wells, and soon David.”

All four girls had looks of utter horror and humiliation. “Wait… David?” Chloe said. “But why?”

“Because like I said he’s the only one who can remove the video in the first place which means he will see it,” Joyce said. “Now all four of you are going to come with me. Don’t argue, just come. I can’t just let this all go and I will punish you, but not here. I don’t want to hear one word of protest. Don’t even bother trying to put clothes on.”

The four girls reluctantly followed Joyce down the stairs naked all the way to the car. The only car there was Chloe’s. “Get in the bed,” Joyce said as she climbed in the driver’s seat.

“Do you need me to drive?” Chloe asked.

“I can drive a pickup,” Joyce said. “You four are already in enough trouble now shush.”