Disciplinary Action/Disciplinary Office/First Week/Threatening

You hear some talking outside your office, it seems someone had come in. A short time later, there's a knock at your door, and then your secretary comes in with a rather uncertain look on her face.

"What's going on?" You ask.

"Umm... well..." she hims and haws a little. "There's a student here, she's a senior and she threatened an 8th grader." There's a bit of a pause again and she looks a bit uncertain.

"Is there something wrong?" You ask her.

"Yes, umm..." she starts. "It's just that... I'm not sure the usual punishments will work with her. She... she's actually a child of a prostitute, and she already lives at the brothel, so you might have trouble if you treat her like one of the normal students. I just had to inform you of that before you see her."

"What do you want me to do with her if you're saying the normal punishments won't work?" You ask her, getting the drift that she's likely already lost her virginity and wouldn't even care if you fucked her.

"I... I don't know..." Ms. Varano says, looking off into the distance. "I... that's why I thought I would warn you, you might have trouble with this one."

-sigh- "Ok, send her in," you tell her.

Ms. Varano gives you a nod. "Her name is Luana Styles," she says, and then opens the door. "Luana, Mr. Gardiner will see you now," she tells the girl waiting outside. She steps aside, allowing the pink-haired bomb-shell to walk past her. The moment you laid eyes on her you immediately picked up on another problem Ms. Varano hadn't told you about, and quite possibly wasn't even aware of. You recognized this daughter of a prostitute, and going by the way she immediately locked eyes with you she recognized you as well. She was your sister's babysitter, the girl you'd seen over at Beatriz's house watching your nieces... or rather, your daughters. This was going to be great.

"Uhh... Ok, thank you Ms. Varano," you dismissed your secretary, hoping she didn't pick up on this added issue to what she had already told you about. She immediately closed the door as Luana eased herself comfortably into a chair opposite to you, looking over with suspicious interest at the low changing table.

"So, is that where you have sex with elementary schoolers for breaking school rules?" She asks, bringing visions of Tihana Morandi back to your mind.

"I.. it's for putting them in diapers," you defend yourself, "and how did you know about that?" You ask her.

"Oh, Ms. Moore told me a bit about it when she was offered the job, I was actually the one who suggested she ask to get the job for you."

"Uhh.." Your brain was a bit overloaded. It was pretty clear who was in control of this conversation. You could already tell she had you at a disadvantage in every conceivable area. "H.. how much did she tell you?" You ask her. This was bad. This was very bad. Just how much did Beatriz let slip to this girl? And how dangerous was she? Clearly your sister wasn't dumb, she wouldn't have told something THAT sensitive to someone who would go blabbing to everyone, but of course this would only make it that much more difficult to discipline this girl in any way what so ever.

"Don't worry," she said, leaning forward toward you. She was wearing a regulation St. Andre Truitt accademy school uniform, but with how large her breasts were it was a little hard to keep modesty even with the modest way this school dressed its girls, and you could easily see her cleavage as she leaned toward you. "Ms. Moor has done a lot for me," she said. "I would never do something to hurt her, and, well, how much do you know about me?"

"Uhh.. well, Ms. Varano just told me you live in the town's brothel." You tell her, to which you get a gentle smile in response.

"I grew up there," she said, "all the ladies working there, I think of them as my aunts, they taught me a lot." She gets up at this point and takes a seat on your desk. "Mr. Gardiner," she says, still maintaining a gentle, personal, non-sexual tone, "just how much do you know about the work that a prostitute does?"

"Umm.. well.. I have to confess, not much." You tell her, causing her to crack a grin.

"Probably not many children working there here in the western world," she says in a flat-out disarmingly non-judgmental tone. "Anyway," she continues, "despite what you may think, it's not all about the sex. You should probably know, from what I've heard, you're pretty good in bed yourself. Anyway, most men who come to a brothel may come for the sex the first time, but what gets them coming back is the companionship. A good whore who wants to get some repeat clientele has to become something of a counselor, someone their clients can confide in. In fact, I've heard from some of my aunties about some men who never have sex with them even once during their whole hour-long visit, they just want someone who will give them approval, someone who they can talk to and pour out their heart to and won't judge them or stab them in the back for it." She smiles down at you at this point, getting up from the desk and sitting back down in the chair, gently crossing her legs and sitting back as she meets your eyes with a gentle face. "I've learned a lot from my aunties, and I put what I know to work to help out Ms. Moor, who I appreciate greatly. She told me all sorts of things that I'm quite sure she's never told anyone."

You look down, breaking eye-contact as you try to take that all in. So, she seems to know how you and your sister used to do it with each other, she seems to know you have a thing for little girls and even suggested you for this job... is there anything else? Oh yeah, she seems to know about these punishments as well. That's why she suggested you for the job. Well, at any rate, you are also feeling a fair bit more at ease, as at ease as you can be after finding out that the person sitting in front of you knows all of your darkest secrets. You believe her when she says she won't do anything to hurt your sister, and you gather that to mean you are under that umbrella of protection as well.

"Well, you seem to have me in a very interesting place here Ms... uhh... oh dear." She gives a gentle chuckle at this with a soft smile, again making you feel at ease even with this social embarassment.

"Luana," she reminds you, "Luana Styles."

"Uhh... yeah... uhh... Ms. Styles. What am I supposed to do with you for slapping something like this down on my desk?"

"I think you should probably be looking at that Fine kid," she tells you with a slight harshness you haven't heard in her voice before. "He's one of the worst bullies in the school, he and his crowd are always after my little sister. I was just telling him to lay off."

You let out a sigh and flop back into the chair. "Fine?" You repeat the kid's name aloud.

• You've heard that name before
• That's a pretty strange name

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