A tale of hazing

“This drunk tried to **** me!” the girl, Valerie Cummins, screams as she tries to pull free.

You look at her with cold eyes, knowing all about young Miss Cummins after having spent much of last year on the endless stream of disciplinary issues which followed that entitled little bitch and as such didn’t place much immediate value on her accusation.

“Be quiet Valerie,” you tell her firmly as you turn your attention to the man, “And you are?”

“Mason Carter,” he introduces himself as he keeps hold of the squirming Valerie, “And you would be Ms. Naylor, I presume?”

“You presume correctly,” you voice show little emotion as you point the group into the outer office, “Step into my office. You can let go of Valerie now,” you further instruct him to move on, “You too Valerie, into my office. The rest of you wait out here.”

Leaving the other three girls, one of them Sondra Klassen who seemed to always be dragged into Valerie’s misdeeds. Both Valerie and Sondra were second year students, while the two other girls were new arrivals, making it more difficult to connect a name to either face.

“Take a seat,” you tell the two as you close the door and move behind your desk, “Mr. Carter?”

“He tried to **** me! All of us!” Valerie cries out.

“I told you to be quiet Valerie,” you snap back, an icy tone in your voice shutting her up before you nod at Mr. Carter to explain the situation.

"I was looking for your office. I went down the hall to the left and heard a sound. I opened the door to investigate and possibly ask directions and I came upon two girls engaged in sexual activity, while two others watched. This one, Valerie, was giving instructions and urging them on. She said something about letting them join a club for being so obedient."

"That's a lie!” Valerie scream, “We were just talking and he came in and pulled out his… his thing and told us we had to… had to…" she breaks into sobs.

A questioning look to Mr. Carter and he shakes his head, not that you find yourself believing Valerie’s increasingly **** accusations.

“It was as I described,” the man states in a calm voice, “Valerie here was urging the two others on while she and another watched.”

"You're lying!" Valerie shrieks, "He's lying! He's a lying drunk! He wanted us to suck his filthy cock! Call the police!"

You lean back in the chair, looking the girl in her eye as you consider how to proceed.