Schooled!: Student President

Serene's at her desk when Sheena slips in during break, already grinning like she wants trouble. "Had fun earlier," Sheena teases, eyebrows bouncing. Serene gets flustered fast—she's not turned on, she's shaking her head, whispering that nobody should talk like that at school. Anyone could hear. Right then the door swings and Brooklyn strides through like she owns the walls. Suddenly both teachers sit straighter and trade scared looks. Brooklyn says she's here for the weekly check-up. She's checking eyes, chairs, anything that smells off, especially any "fun" the teachers claim to have had without her. She smells their fingers straightaway and catches the giveaway scent. Caught red-handed. Brooklyn's jaw tightens. "You don't get to play without me," she snaps, then barks the order: both women bend over the desk, skirts up, asses ready. Time to relearn who's really in charge.