Give it to me now, give it to me now
give it to me now, give it to me now
Vanessa flung her long mane of wavy hair over her shoulder and stepped out of the stall. She took another drag on the cigarette before laying it on the edge of the sink. She reached into her bag and pulled out a tube of lip gloss preparing to reapply when, she thought she heard something, something that sounded like footsteps.
�Shit,� she said when she heard the heavy footsteps coming closer. Those footsteps could only belong to Mr. Richardson, the school Discipline Officer, the same person that had been getting Vanessa into trouble since she started the school. Her mom thought sending her to a boarding school where there was structure and discipline would straighten her out. Little did she know, her little girl was up to her same old tricks. Well the ones that didn�t involve boys anyway. Oh how she hoped to change that soon.
Vanessa looked around for some place to get rid of the cigarette she had been smoking. It was one thing for him to catch her ditching class it was something entirely different to be caught smoking. If she admitted it to herself she actually didn�t mind being caught in the wrong by Mr. Richardson. He was, after all, the hottest teacher in school. He was tall, about 6� or 6�1, probably the tallest male teacher they had. He had chiseled features, a straight nose and to top it all off the nicest shade of green eyes that Vanessa had ever seen. They darkened when he got angry; she assumed they did the same when he was aroused. Sadly, he hid them behind a pair of wire rimmed glasses. His hair was a dark brown almost black and was always cropped neatly. He had a thin neatly trimmed mustache and beard that framed his lips. She ducked into a stall, took another quick drag on her cigarette before flushing the rest down the toilet.
�Whatever student is in this lavatory is going to be automatically in detention,� he said as he stepped into the girls� room.
�I don�t think you�re supposed to be in here Mr. Richardson. This is the girls� room,� she said coolly stepping out of the stall. She went to the sink to wash her hands.
�Well, I�m not surprised. Miss Reyes what are you doing in here? The late bell rang fifteen minutes ago. You should be in class. And� what is that smell? Were you smoking in here?�
�Moi? Of course not. I would never dream of it,� she said dripping with sarcasm.
�That�s it madam. We�re going to my office to straighten this all out,� he said. Vanessa slowly followed Mr. Richardson out of the bathroom. She had been to his office more than most of her classes.
�Don�t worry. I think I know my way there.�
Mr. Richardson�s office was dark, neat and very masculine. The walls were mostly covered with deep mahogany bookcases filled with old looking books. The wall behind the large imposing desk housed the only rather large window in the room with portraits of past Deans on either side. The desk was also made of mahogany with red leather chairs on either side of it. To the left sat a small round table with a couple of chairs around it. To the right on the wall were portraits of past Discipline Officers and a table set for a chess match.
�He probably doesn�t even play chess,� she muttered to herself.
�Please sit down,� he told her taking a seat behind his desk. Vanessa sat down on the soft leather arm chair directly facing him. Throwing her legs sideways over the arm, she braced herself for a long lecture. Mr. Richardson gave her a warning glance telling her to sit correctly, which she did.
�Miss Reyes out of all the students in this school I have seen you in my office the most. Why?� he asked. She shrugged eyeing the nameplate on his desk which read; Mr. Kevin S. Richardson; Discipline Officer.
�I don�t know, Kevin. Why don�t you tell me?�
�That�s Mr. Richardson, Miss Reyes. Now, today I find you in the girls� lavatory, cutting class, smoking and from where I�m sitting that skirt does not look regulation length. Please stand, Miss Reyes, for a skirt inspection,� he said opening a drawer and taking out his ruler. Every teacher was issued an identical metal ruler for such occasions. According to the student handbook, every student�s skirt must only be an inch above the knee and not an inch more. Vanessa had rolled the blue and green plaid skirt down till it was at least five inches above her knee.
Mr. Richardson laid the cold metal against her warm skin, causing goose bumps to appear. Vanessa inhaled audibly. Sure Mr. Richardson was a pompous ass but, he was a hot pompous ass. Every girl in the school, including Vanessa, didn�t mind being called into his office too much. There were countless times when Vanessa would dream about getting Mr. Richardson alone in the teacher�s quarters as she lay in her bed in the girls� dormitory.
�Tsk tsk tsk, Miss Reyes, you can not keep flouting authority like this. Your skirt is in blatant disregard of the student dress code, which is in your student handbook. If you�ve even bothered to read it,� he said straightening and giving her a disappointed glance.
�I read it, didn�t care for it much. The plot was a bit thin.�
�That smart mouth of yours will get you nowhere,� he said walking around her. He headed back to his desk saying, �I have had to haul you into my office and discipline you more than any other student and quite frankly Miss Reyes, I�m at my wits end. As the Discipline Officer of this school it is my job to make sure that all the rules and codes are followed and upheld. I can not let you continue to get away with your blatant disregard of authority. It is obvious that you have no respect for authority, you do not follow the rules, and I don�t think you even know most of them. What is it going to take to get through to you? I believe I have no choice. . . I�m going to have to call your parents in for a meeting.� He took his seat. Vanessa immediately came to life.
�Call my parents? No! You can not do that!�
�I can and I will. Since detention, lunch duty, writing lines and bathroom dorm duty won�t work this is my only option left. If I can�t get through to you, I�m sure your parents will.�
�Ok, you don�t understand. My parents, is actually just my mom and she would blow a gasket. She�d have to get on a plane to come here. She would totally freak. This is my third school! I swear I�ll do better, just don�t call my mom,� she pleaded leaning forward on his desk. He tried not to notice that the top buttons on her shirt were undone revealing just a glimpse of her lush cleavage. He tried to keep his mind on the fact that this was also in direct defiance of the school dress code.
�I�m sorry we are quite past your promises of obedience, Miss Reyes. Your mother will have to be called in for a meeting. I don�t know why I waited this long.�
She didn�t know what to do. He seemed set in his decision to call her mom into this and she could not let him do that. She had to stop him. Her pleading was obviously falling on deaf ears but, there had to be some other way. Everyone has their price, she thought. Slowly, she stood and went to his desk, standing next to him. He swiveled the chair around to face her.
�Mr. Richardson, I am willing to do anything to get you to not make that phone call,� she said quietly as she leaned forward and laid her hand on his chest.
