You feel bad, but you might not be here if not for her.

You look away from Ms. Banner so as not to be affected by the pathetic look on her face. You decide that the best thing for you to do is just put your hands on your desk, put your head on your hands, and wait out the hour.

The mocking of Ms. Banner continues unabated until after maybe ten minutes, some comment makes her snap and in broken voice she starts screaming at the students.

“You little pukes. I’m here in detention now, but I know who every single one of you is, and you better believe that…”

For some reason, Ms. Banner cut herself off, faced forward, and gripped her desk. If you hadn’t been there when Mr. Vargas had put that vibrator in to her you would have no idea what was happening. But clearly, Mr. Vargas had turned it on and it was having its intended effect. At first, the guys were silent, too surprised to start their haranguing her again. After a few minutes, as Ms. Banner’s blush starts spreading down her neck and she seems to be holding her breath, one of the girls seems to figure out what is going on.

The girl is a blonde with a nose ring, a lip ring, and a tattoo of a hand giving the middle finger on her lower neck. She’s got loose-fitting jeans on that have too many holes to count, one of which, on her ass, proudly displays the top of her ass and thong to the world. She also wearing a tight but ribbed muscle-T , under a gas station attendants uniform. The name on the uniform is Dot. You’re not about to ask her real name.

“Hey! I think Ms. Banner is getting turned on by all you guys yellin’ at her. Funny as shit what gets some folks all swampy. You like being harassed Ms. Banner, is that the deal? You like being humiliated?

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