Hair Mop

Given that the mop was currently being used for other purposes, Greg had to find another solution to clean up the mess, “Hey, girl.”

“My name is Lacey,” said the girl, quietly but defiantly.

“I don’t give a fuck what your name is, bitch. I’m behind on my list of jobs. You’re going to mop up your mess with your hair.”

“What?!!” shrieked Lacey. “You can’t really expect me to do that.” She turned to look at Annabelle, who was still watching from the doorway. Annabelle didn’t any offer help to the girl however. She honestly felt that Greg’s punishment was suitable for the offense.

“Just make sure she cleans herself up afterwards,” Annabelle said. “I don’t want her to stink too much as she walks around the school.”

“Of course, I have a way for her to clean up right here,” said Greg, grinning. He gestured to the mop bucket that was already full of dirty water. Lacey looked at where he was pointing and almost puked.

“Oh fuck no,” she cried. “That’s disgusting.”

“I really don’t care,” said Greg. He shoved her face towards the ground. “Now get cleaning or you’ll be late for class.”

Annabelle stayed for a moment to watch Lacey soak up her own piss with her bleach-blonde hair, but realized that she had other duties to attend to. She trusted that Greg could deal with the unruly student and went on her way, still interested in how gym class was going.