Hope squeaked as Lucas Bishop pushed the girl face first on the desk, squashing the teen tart's tits against the cold wood.
"You're a naughty little girl, aren't you, Hope?" Bishop sneered.
"Nuh-huh!"
"Yes, you are!" Bishop squeezed Hope's bubble-butt, causing her to moan. "A naughty little slut! I've got to teach you a lesson if you're going to be a good little girl like you're supposed to be!"
The big black dyke grinned as she pulled out a long black riding crop.
"Fortunately I've got plenty of teaching rods to teach you a lesson."
* * *
Betsy Braddock, the snooty British head cheerleader (who somehow had a smoking-hot Japanese body), tapped her toe in annoyance as Maggie and Charlize waltzed into the gym, followed their new best bud.
"Where the bloody hell have you slags been?" Betsy growled. "Warming-up for cheers started three minutes go."
"Like, sorry, BB," Charlize said. "We were, like, superbusy!"
"Uh-huh...."
"We got a great new cheerleader for you!" Maggie said. "Her name is 'Mystique.'"
* * *
"Here, let me introduce you to the rest of the Hellfire Club," Sebastianna Shaw said as she took Jean's hand. "We're the most exclusive group at this little school...."
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