Not likely, but Emily will

After a couple of long seconds of looking at Valerie’s worried but defiant eyes, seeing no sign that she's likely to change her bitchy tune, you turn to the sobbing Emily. As expected, her teary face in her hands, the pretty blonde displays none of the belligerence of the older student. While feeling a little sorry for the young, dumb girl you still feel a sense of triumph as you glance calmly back at Valerie. You've caught young Valerie Cummins in another lie to cover up her poor behavior and although she is still defiant, Valerie's composure is starting to crack.

"What happened Emily?" you ask softly as you see the growing worry on Valerie’s face, adding in a calm but demanding tone, "Tell the truth."

"You keep your fucking mouth shut you stupid blonde bitch!" Valerie shrieks in panic, "I'll kill you if you say anything!” she hisses at Emily before turning her crazy eyes to you, “And as for you, you're fucking fired!" she stands up, pointing a finger at you.

"If you or your father can fire me, the job isn't worth having," you quietly tell her after an impatient sigh, "Now sit down and be quiet."

"Fuck you!" the brunette screams, "I'm leaving, and don't you dare try and stop me!" she jumps up and take a step towards the door but you act quickly and grab hold of her arm and twisting it behind her back.

Pushing the struggling and screaming girl to the couch where you **** her down on her face, pinning her with your knee. You turn to look at the new teacher, a stunned expression on his face as his first hour at the Pink Rose is proving to be eventful.

"I need you to hold Valerie here, Mr. Carter," you tell him with a slight smile, "Don't let her up until I tell you."

He stands with a questioning look on his face, silently asking really? to which you nod and then step back as he takes your place, holding the still shrieking and squirming girl in place on the couch.

"Valerie, you need to be quiet," you kneel down and calmly tell the furious brunettes to her face, "Your little power game is over. Stop this or I'll have Mr. Carter hold you while I spank you."

Responding with another frustrated scream you roll your eyes and sigh, pushing her face first into the couch cushions to shut her up.

"What happened Emily?" you turn to the sobbing girl in an assuring voice.

"Mr. Carter… he didn't do anything… anything that Valerie said," the blonde girl cries and although you never though he had been in the wrong, it is a relief to her that the fault lies with Miss Cummins as you suspected. "He just walked in… and… and saw…"

"Saw what Emily?"

"Saw… saw me… and Tricia… Valerie and Sondra… they made us… they said if we wanted to be… to be part of their… their club… we had to…"

"Had to what Emily? What did they want you to do?" you press her.

"They made me… made me… lick… Tricia," she sobs, "We didn't want to… but they… they made us…"

"And Mr. Carter saw this?" you ask equally shocked by this and further enraged at that little minx Valerie. Mr. Carter may be in his fifties, but the man is fit. He has no trouble holding the squirming Valerie Cummings in place.

"I guess… I don't know how much… but we were… were… done and Tricia saw him and screamed… and then things kinda… got crazy…" Emily stutters on.

"I see," you say glancing at Mr. Carter again before looking back at Emily, considering your next move.