Detention Tension

Suzy and Tasha are rotting in after-school detention, and their teacher, Ms. Morris, is two seconds away from turning them into statues for fidgeting. These little rascals didn’t exactly sit still for no reason; both girls currently have vibrating plugs shoved up their asses. They slipped them in this morning and handed each other the remote via their phones, turning every boring worksheet into a secret game of “who cracks first.” Ms. Morris smells mischief faster than a bloodhound. She stalks between their desks, catches the little wiggle, the swallowed whimpers, and finally plucks a phone right out of Suzy’s lap. One tap later and the toys ramp from idle buzz to full-throttle rumble. Both girls jolt. Knees knock wood. Pencils roll off tables. “Since you two like remote control so much, let’s see how quiet you can stay when I’m holding the joystick,” Ms. Morris purrs, thumb steady on the slider. She paces, voice dripping fake sweetness, while the relentless pulsing knocks tiny gasps out of the girls like pinballs. Tasha tries to bite her lip. Suzy’s skirt rides an inch every time her hips shift. Detention’s about to get a whole lot longer, and those toys aren’t getting switched off until the teacher says so. Serves them right for turning study hall into their private vibrating playground.