Tell Mr. Laithwaite what had happened.

The detention room door peeled open as I entered, Mr. Laithwaite’s eyes lighting up to see me. Even despite the anger I was carrying after my run-in with Victoria, I couldn’t resist feeling a pulse from my pussy as this body craved her secret lover now they were so close.

“Ahh, Annie. Welcome. I hope you’re ready for your punishment. Take your seat, now we just have to wait for Victoria to arrive.”

“She’s not coming.”

It was impossible to hide the dissatisfaction in my voice as I slid into Annie’s seat, before I recounted the story of everything that had happened. An appearance of only slight dismay appeared on Mr. Laithwaite’s features, before even that smoothed out.

“Well, I suppose it would be too easy to just expect things to go our way all the time, wouldn’t it? No matter. We’re just going to have to find another way in.”

“I’ve been thinking about that.”

“Oh?”

He leaned back on the front desk, listening intently.

“Someone as wealthy as Victoria, living in a mansion with her billionaire family, they’re sure to have servants, cleaners, a chef or something. I figured I’ll use one of them to get in.”

Candida, inside the skin of Mr. Laithwaite, couldn’t resist laughing. There was a delight in it, a pleasure, the happiness a parent might express upon seeing their child do something spontaneous and enjoyable.

“Very good, very good. Yes, that would be logical, wouldn’t it? Although, why don’t you just wait until tomorrow, and try and organize something else in school? After all, you’re already one of the students here. A lot of the legwork has already been done.”

“Because… I want to get ****. Tonight. The way she spoke to me, her awful views on the world. You haven’t been human for so long, maybe you’ve forgotten how humiliating it can feel to be helpless. To feel like you can’t do a thing to stop it when you’re abused. I haven’t forgotten. But now I have more than enough power to get my ****. And I don’t want to waste even a moment.”

Candida looked at me for a moment, a pleased, satisfied look on her features, walking over to my desk and leaning in close before replying casually and quietly.

“Oh, Alex… you really excite me, you know? So much energy, so much drama. Such pure, strong emotions. I love it. Let me help you, just a little. I’ve done my research you know, I know the schedules of the staff of the house. At around five thirty, there’s going to be-”

The door to the room banged on the wall, causing me to jump a little while he just leaned back.

Who could be interrupting…?

Three girls strode in, the two behind clearly trailing their leader. She was a little tall for a girl, but it was in a way that gave her an air of majesty, that was only increased when paired with every other aspect of her. Her brunette hair was silky, straight and luscious, as it slid down her back like liquid chocolate, while her eyes were an almost ethereal, ghostly blue. Her complexion was flawless, almost unnaturally so, white skin and perfect features with a royal air to them. It was strange to think, but despite only being an eighteen year old girl she already had an air to her like she was some sort of cruel, ice queen; an atmosphere that was only highlighted by her armband that identified her as the student council president.

“Mr. Laithwaite, Annie. What exactly are you two doing here after school?”

Her voice carried a clarity and an authority with it that was almost compelling in its ****, and surprising in its potency considering she was addressing a teacher.

“Detention. Annie was late to class today.”

“Just the two of you?”

“Well, Victoria was meant to be here, but figured it was beneath her, so…”

“Victoria…”

For just a moment, a dark cloud crossed the visage of the imposing girl, before Mr. Laithwaite was finally able to take some initiative.

“And what can we do for you today, Katarina…?”

“I’m glad you’re both here. It’s appropriate really. I wonder what might have taken place had I been even ten minutes later?”

The silence was oppressive, as Katarina let it lengthen out and neither of us said a thing. It was clear what she was hinting at.

She’s… she’s really dangerous. Toby was right, everything he said about her.

Katarina clicked her fingers, the sound ringing out, as one of the girls who followed her pulled something from her bag and laid them out on the table. My eyes widened as I saw what they were.

Photographs. High quality, and long range, taken from a high-powered and very expensive lens. The naked bodies of Mr. Laithwaite and Annie, clearly displayed. Her bent over the teachers desk, taking it from behind, and her sitting on the same desk, legs wrapped around him as he thrust into her. Clear, explicit evidence of their affair.

“Well, well. Look what we have here. You’re a man of high repute Mr. Laithwaite. You’d need to be, to have been accepted as a teacher at this school. And yet, here you are, cavorting with one of your students. It’s not illegal, technically. All the students at this school are of age. And yet, the very idea of a teacher desecrating the body of one of his students, a girl over twenty years his junior… it’s disgusting. It’s a scandal. And you, Annie…”

Now she turned her attention to me, her gaze seeming to cut me to the core.

“One of the only scholarship students at this school, a girl who sacrificed everything to get here. You’re very smart and resourceful. Maybe that was why you started this little affair in the first place? Hoping to get ahead by any means necessary? And yet, just think how this scandal would affect you. You’d lose everything.”

I just stood in silence, my mind racing. I didn’t see anyway out of this for Annie. Not by any normal means.

“What do you want, Katarina? Why would you come here and tell us all this, rather than reporting it?”

Mr. Laithwaite sounded defeated as he said it, sighing out the words more than saying them. Katarina replied, a certain satisfaction coming through even in the calculated way she addressed us.

“I can keep this quiet, you know. Let you keep up with your contemptuous little affair, and at least spare you from me. But, well, it won’t be for free. There may be certain things I need in the future, certain uses I could have for a teacher, and for a smart, resourceful student who stands to lose everything if she doesn’t do exactly what I say. Don’t you think?”

“Y-you’re blackmailing us…”

My first actual input to the conversation came across so meek, and it just caused Katarina to respond with even more satisfaction.

“****? Oh please, Annie. You make it sound so dramatic. We’re merely making a little deal. Don’t pretend this isn’t how all power in the world is arranged. It’s the one truth all politicians really know. I’ll give you that tip for free, although next time you may expect a consulting invoice.”

Her attitude was so cruel, so cold. I could feel it in her words, and even just the way she looked at us. She really did just view us as pawns in her game, tools to advance whatever goals she may have had. Seeing that, it was a feeling as terrifying as it was gross to be viewed that way.

“I’ll let you think about what I’ve said. You can keep those photos too, I have plenty more copies. Let’s go, ladies.”

With that, she turned on her heel, a precision in her walk as she lead her attendant minions out the door. Silence seemed to reign for a few moments after she left, both of us too surprised by everything to really think what to say.

“She… she really is dangerous. Katarina. I’d heard about her earlier today. She’s from a political dynasty, and her predilection for power has her controlling half the school… She’s only really rivaled by Victoria…”

“I like her.”

“Huh?”

Candida chuckled a little, a certain masculine appreciation in the sound given by Mr. Laithwaite’s voice.

“She’s really got us, huh? Well, ‘us’. Mr. Laithwaite and Annie. Look at the quality of these photos, either she’s one hell of a photographer, or maybe she even hired some kind of private investigator. It’s impressive, no matter which was you look at it.”

“What are we going to do?”

“You know Alex, your empathy is one of your most attractive traits, but in this situation, there’s an easy fix for us. We’ll leave these skins, move onto someone else. There’s plenty of teachers for me to wear, and plenty more students for you. Why don’t you be the athletic son of one of the worlds greatest basketball players, or the spoilt daughter of a banking dynasty or something? Or, well… if you’re still serious about taking Victoria tonight, her family will make the perfect new skins for us…”

An ambitious evil gleamed, Candida clearly evident behind the stolen façade of Mr. Laithwaite for a moment, before I wondered out loud.

“Or I could take Katarina… she seems so confident, so powerful.”

“I imagine the fact she’s a beautiful girl is also quite the attraction for you, isn’t it Alex? Don’t pretend you aren’t craving the chance to get under a girl’s skin much more than you would be a guys.”

A blush colored my stolen cheeks, my legs rubbing together.

“Y-yeah, well, I mean… her looks definitely don’t hurt…”

“It’s fine, I suppose. I invite improvisation, seeing you follow your instincts is one of my great pleasures too, you know? If you want to wear Katarina’s skin instead of Victoria’s, you can. Really, you can be anyone in this school if you want. Although I do still have designs on Stefan, Victoria’s father."