She tries to talk her way out of it

Nathalie steps back instinctively, raising her hands in a gesture of supplication.

"Please!" she whispers desperately. "Please don't give me away!"

Frank, recovering from his surprise, first grins and then sneers at her. "And what would you do for me, my little thief? What would you offer?" His eyes drift suggestively to her tight white blouse and Nathalie blushes.

"I... I..." she stutters, watching the hardening bulge in his grey costume with horror. "I have money? I could pay you!"

Frank licks his wet lips with a fat tongue. "Wrong answer," he whispers. Then he calls out, "Victoria? Victoria! Come look at what one found!". Nathalie's heart jumps.

"You bastard!" She cries.

Frank shrugs.

Miss Wilson comes to the doorway. With the light behind her, the silhouette of her slender figure is clearly visible through the fabric of her grey dress.

"What is it? What's..... oh," she says, seeing Nathalie. Her mouth drops.

"Miss Wilson, I can explain..." Nathalie days, backing down the stairs and back into the room. Frank follows, still in his superhero costume, eyes exploring poor Nathalie's body.

Miss Wilson hovers in the doorway for a moment and then steps down, frowning. "My word. Nathalie Chapman."

"You know her?"

"Yes. She was a pupil at my school a couple of years ago. Bright child. Privileged background. A little stuck up." She smiles suddenly. "Earned a spanking once for cheating, if I remember correctly."

"Miss Wilson..."

"Shush!" Miss Wilson arches an eyebrow and casts her eyes up and down Nathalie's figure. "You don't look dressed for burgalry. What are you doing, young lady?"

"I..." Nathalie's mouth goes dry. "It was a dare, Miss. I didn't mean anything by it."

"A dare! Very likely. You're looking to **** me, aren't you?"

"I... No! No, definitely not!"

"Yes you are! You know what the school would do to me if they found out about my... my side project." Miss Wilson exchanges a look with Frank. "You little bitch!"

Frank winks at Nathalie. "Maybe she was just looking to destroy you," he suggests innocently.

"Yes... Yes! That's likely. You little bitch." Miss Wilson folds her arms across her chest, fuming. "Shit. Shit shit shit. And now she knows everything. What am I going to do?"

"Well, you can't let her hold all the cards." Frank ponders for a moment. "Maybe... Maybe you need some of your own material? Just as protection, I mean."

"Yes. Yes, that's it," Miss Wilson says, sounding relieved. "Thank you Frank."

"I won't tell anybody! Honestly, I won't." Nathalie backs into the cupboard.

"No, you won't," says Miss Wilson, picking up her camera. "Now take off your clothes."

"I... I... What?"

"You heard. Take off your clothes. We're doing a fresh session with you."

Behind Miss Wilson, Frank grins widely.