Kelly Golden

Kelly Golden is trying to look innocent, which with her face, her green eyes, her blond hair, her cute chin, shouldn’t be hard, but when it comes to Kelly, her reputation undermines her efforts. It doesn’t matter how much she batters her eyelashes, or how she shrinks and looks up at you, or how she clasps her hands in her lap, all you can see is the troubles she causes in class and the stories your fellow teachers tell.

“What are you doing in my toilet, Miss Golden?”

“I… I was caught short, I thought you wouldn’t be here, I didn’t think I could make it to the other toilets.”

“One problem with that. My classroom door was locked. You had to unlock it.”

“No, it wasn’t. It was unlocked.”

“Don’t get cute with me, girl. I made certain I locked it before I left, so I know you unlocked it. I repeat, what were you doing in my toilet? I’d take you to Mrs Oversight, or even the headmistress, but I get the feeling that’s what you’d want. So, you want to be in my office. Fine. Sit there.” You point to the chair.

“I’ll just go, sir.”

“No, you’re sitting there, while I mark these essays. And I’ll take your phone. Give me your phone.”

“You’re going to go through my phone, sir?”

“No, I’m just going to hold your phone. I’ll put it in my desk, here, and I won’t return it until I’ve finished marking these essays. And you’re going to sit there, with no fidgeting, no noise, nothing, just sit there.”

You take her arm and guide her as tenderly as you can, which is not particularly tenderly, to the chair. You then push her shoulders down until she’s sitting. You’re so tempted to go a bit lower and use her breasts as the point of contact. No, can’t do that. That’s wrong. Meanwhile you take her phone and put it in a desk drawer. You shut the drawer and lock it.

“Sir, I need my phone.”

“No talking.”

Before you turn back to your essays you activate the microphone on your phone and start recording. Kelly’s not watching you, she’s sulking, wrapping her body with her arms, and glaring at the floor. Then you go back to your essays, but not for long. Kelly can’t sit still. Her fidgeting is always at the periphery of your vision. Fidgets that get more pronounced, soon accompanied by muttering that grows louder the longer it lasts.

“This is ridiculous. You can’t keep me here.”

“I found you in my classroom so yes, I can. And stop talking. You’re here until I’ve finished marking. And the more you fidget and talk, the more distracted I’ll be and the longer it’ll take me to finish. Understand?”

She glowers at you. Her face is as ill-suited to anger as it is well suited to looking innocent. You turn back to your marking. But not for long.

She mutters under breath. “Ridiculous. Bad as my dad. Stupid man. Can’t keep me here.”

“Keep quiet. You’re here until I’ve finished marking, or you tell me the truth.”

“I’ll tell them you molested me.”

“Tell who, Kelly?”

“My father. The police.”

“Your father. The police. Well, I’m recording everything, Kelly, so I have evidence that nothing of the sort happened. So?”

That hits her. She glowers some more. Then she throws up her arms.

“Alright, I’m not staying here all afternoon, not for her. Miss Coventry put me up to this.”

“Miss Coventry, what Layla? She told you to hide in my washroom?”

“She told me if I found evidence that you were sleeping with students, she’d help me get out of this ridiculous place.”

“She told you I was sleeping with students?” Well, a student.

“Yes, she told me you were fucking students in your office.”

“Well as you can see, I’m not.” No, you’re keeping sex with students to your house.

“Yes, I can see that. You’re just a boring man. You’d be much more interesting if you were fucking students in your office.”

“I’m sorry to be a disappointment to you.” You look at Kelly. God you’d love to see her naked. You yearn to see what she has under her white blouse. Your new magnificent dick yearns to be buried in her. No, stop thinking that way.

“Do you really think that Miss Coventry has the power to overrule your father’s orders. I’ve been told explicitly that you’re not to be expelled. That we must deal with you. And all because of your father’s money. Anyone else doing what you’ve done in the last few weeks would’ve been at least suspended, but not you. Because of your father’s money. You think Miss Coventry can overcome that?”

“If you want to get expelled, you’ll have to hit at the heart of this school, not at me, the periphery. You need to put the scandal on Dr Stricture.”

“That’ll never happen. Her brother-in-law is on the Town Council. Even my father knows not to mess with the Town Council.”

“And the best way to get to Dr Stricture is through Miss Coventry.”

“What do you mean?”

“Miss Coventry is convinced I’m sleeping with students. She seems to have something against me.”

“That’s just because you replaced Miss Wandering. Miss Coventry and Miss Wandering were lesbo buddies. It’s not like Miss Wandering wasn’t sleeping with students. Everyone knew she was. They just didn’t mention it. As if they not mentioning it meant it wasn’t happening.”

“A better way to get you expelled, is if you humiliate Miss Coventry, and in doing so show the hypocrisy of this school.”

“How do I do that?”

“I don’t know. I’ll have to think about it. But would be willing to help me. I need to get Layla off my back.” (before she discovers which students you are really sleeping with.) “I could do with an ally. And if we do this right, you might actually get expelled. Do you think getting at the teachers will do that, or getting at the school hierarchy?”

“Hierarchy.”

“Precisely. You’re not thinking big enough. Layla is the root to the top.”

You can see the excitement in Kelly’s green eyes. No longer sulking. Animated.

You give her back her phone. You let her go, after exchanging phone numbers, and promising her, once you have a plan, you’ll let her in on it. Not just let her in on it. She’ll be the central pivot of it.