Reprimand poor Haley

Haley swayed her hips back and forth as she sat down at the chair in front of Ms. Armstrong's desk. The woman came close to recoiling in shock at Haley's ludicrously skimpy outfit. "Ms. Vavoom!" she said, cringing slightly at having to say it. Her name sounded like a pornstar, but somehow it was her official, given name. "What possessed you to wear such a disgusting, inappropriate outfit to this school?"

Haley giggled. "Like, the desire to look hot n' sexy n' stuff I guess! Lol!" She jiggled her boobs playfully. Ms. Armstrong ignored it and moved on with her point. "Anyway, Ms. Vavoom, I have been hearing reports of you prostituting yourself around the school. Such behavior will absolutely not be tolerated."

"Aww, like, who told you?" pouted Haley. "Like, I promise it's mostly just blowjobs! I only let the really hot ones fuck me up my pussy! And then, like, if I'm in a good mood up my ass!"

"Ms. Vavoom," said Ms. Armstrong, hardly keeping her composure, "I implore you to stop talking this instant. Now, because I understand the previous principal encouraged such behavior, I can sympathize with your misguided attitude towards life. I have hope that one day you will grow into a fine, prosperous young woman. However, in the meantime, I cannot tolerate you going around the school objectifying yourself in such a grotesque manner. I will let you off with a warning for now, but if I hear any more about anything like this, I will be **** to take disciplinary measures, that could include expulsion."

Haley had spaced out for the majority of Ms. Armstrong's speech, and a bit of drool was collecting on her left boob. However, as soon as she heard the last sentence (and took a few minutes to figure out what all those big words meant and comprehend the sentence), she snapped up, her boobs jiggling up and down. "Like, if I whore myself out anymore I get expelled?"

"Good to hear you understand, Ms. Vavoom," said Ms. Armstrong. "Now please, leave my office and head to your next class."

Haley looked like she was about to cry. She got up, and looked like she was about to furiously insult Ms. Armstrong, but ultimately simply sighed and sadly walked out of the room, pouting.