Walk over

You walk over, glancing around as you do. They’re in the emptiest corner of the near-empty dining hall, and whatever conversation you’re going to have will be private. “So, what’s so funny, Miss…” you say.

“I am Tamiko Fuchida,” the Asian says with a smile and a head bob. “This is Harper Morgan. I was showing her a book I brought from home.”

Leaning over, you can see it’s a comic book slipped inside another book. You can’t read Japanese, but since the pictures are of a man bending a schoolgirl over a desk and fucking her, you don’t think you’re missing any sparkling writing.

You put on your best stern look. “And you think this is appropriate for the dining hall, because…”

“You have to do this to us!” Tamiko says brightly.

“Have to?” you ask.

“Five of us girls are having a contest,” Harper says.

“To make fuck with all the men teachers!" Tamiko says. "The first to make fuck with all four is to be the winner.”

‘So, will you fuck us, sir?” Harper asks, smiling wickedly as she toys with the top button of her shirt.