English with Mrs. Juniper

You make your way into the the classroom, following closely behind Charlie, and you and her sit in the middle of the class, off to one side. Mrs. Juniper waits patiently for everyone to sit and unpack their bags. Shortly after you sit down, she stands up from her desk and clears her throat. She begins to talk about a creative writing task that you have a week to finish, and she mentions some short stories that apparently the other students have read. "The story can be about whatever you decide, try something unique, believe me I would love to read it." she smiles. Mrs. Juniper seems considerably more optimistic when she's teaching, she seems to genuinely enjoy this aspect of her job.

As everybody is leaving, Mrs. Juniper comes over to you and Charlie and flags you down, so you both stay behind. Once the room is empty, she smiles at both of you and begins to speak, "Neither of you are in trouble... well, except the trouble you already are in. However, about that: I have a proposition for the both of you. I will remove your cages and trust you both to... keep to yourselves, in return, I will ask a favour of both of you. This is entirely up to you, but I'm offering a quick way out".

You and Charlie look at eachother, for your part, you are a little worried about what this will entail. "Charlotte. I would like you to go to the storage room and move all of my... product... uhm, to the cafeteria please. Then report to the nurse, I understand she needs quite a lot of help today". Charlie nods, "I'd be happy to, ma'am".

"Great, you may begin now." the principal replies. Charlie stands up and waves to you as she makes her way to the storage room, presumably. Mrs. Juniper begins to fidget, and looks down at her hands until the door closes behind Charlie. This can't be good. She clears her throat before starting, "And as for you," she pauses awkwardly to cough again, "I would like you to come to my office with me. As you know, I produce... milk... lactate." she begins to trail off at the end of her sentence. She looks away from you and takes a deep breath. "And my... breasts have become sore from the machine-milking. A gentle hand-milking would solve this; usually I would have my assistant do it, but unfortunately, she recently resigned. It seems like an apt oppurtunity to punish you". You are failing to see how what she describes is even close to a punishment. You decide to question her a little bit, "Is that all this would entail? And for how long, if you don't mind my asking".

She clears her throat again. "Well, yes. Along with some precautions to prevent any... distasteful actions." she emphasises "distasteful" with a expression of disgust. "You would be... working... for around an hour, with a break or two in between. Like I said, they are beginning to get sore." she looks down at her chest. You are a little offput by her vagueness around precautions. "I can do it, I'm just curious about the... precautions you mentioned". It seems she's done with your questions. "Enough questions, Alex. Take it or leave it".