The big dyke called me into her office. Once I was seated, she gave me one of those looks, the look a surgeon gets right before he tells you about the amputation of your leg. "Marc, as you know, gossip around here is endemic. I think it's because there is so little to do that people amuse themselves with it. But sometimes, things come to my attention that I can't ignore. I have to think of the good of the Academy."
I leaned back and said, "Grace, I have to agree." Now you have to know that no one called the Big Dyke by her first name. Grace maybe knew all of the nicities of a privlidged life but I was raised in the school of hard knocks and no dame was going to steam roll me. I knew I had my little ace in the hole. I had just staked out a position of equality and she knew it. Her eyes widened for a second then they narrowed and assumed an intense, feral look. I continued, "I think it is in everyone's best interests that certain gossip is suppressed and other gossip just be ignored. You know I'm sure that some gossip hangs around, year after year, until it virtually becomes part of the fabric of the Academy, kind of like the walls themselves. Everyone knows it's there but you don't really notice it."
I had raised the ante. Would she be willing to match it? "There are certain things that can be ignored and others that can't. What we can't have is certain things being talked about," she said levelly. "And certain things being done."
Leaning forward I pulled my ace from the hole and threw it on the table, Bitch, call this raise if you have the guts. In a conspiratorial tone, I said, "I know. The worst thing that could happen is to have an investigation come here." I was sure that the girls in the dyke dorm had known little Lauren had walked the other side and the big dyke was pissed. But she didn't know what I knew. "The danger is someone who has learned facts from one of the girls going to an investigator. Someone like a disgruntled former employee. A former employee who doesn't have anything to lose anymore. That's the danger. You know how those things work. They have a report about one girl. Maybe one of the brand new girls, the young ones might not know when to hold their tongues. The investigators come in, use their knowledge to wring a few confessions, playing one girl against the others, and before you know it, the whole thing takes on a life of its own. Everybody is telling things. That's what we can't take a chance of happening."
Grace Halliday leaned back in her chair and stared at me. She was getting it. She was in personal danger. I knew about Susie. The Dyke couldn't take a chance with that getting beyond the walls - her having sex with a thirteen-year-old student. If she fired me, I would be a 'disgruntled former employee.' Danger, Danger.
"Neither of us has to worry about gossip. It's facts, not even facts but corraberated facts that we have to worry about. As long as it is nothing but gossip it will just be ephemeral, just like it has been for years." I looked at her and waited.
Grace was no dirty back alley poker player and with the stakes this high, she folded her hand just as I knew she would do. Living the high life, one isn't prepared to bareknuckle fight it out if there is an easier way. "But what if someone else..." she asked.
"Grace, that has been a possibility for years and nothing has happened. Nobody wants to close the Academy. Well, maybe the girls but they are here for being liars, thieves, and sluts anyway so who's going to believe them. We have a great thing here and no one wants to upset the apple cart. We'd all lose," I finished and put myself back on her side, if nothing changed.
She was quiet for a minute. I had just given her a way out, cooperation. Would she take the bait? Would she believe I would go to the authorities if she fired me? I knew she considered my type beneath her but she also knew I was dangerous because of that. Would she agree to let me have my girls? She could have all of the little dykettes and I could handle the girls who wanted to walk the other side of the street. "It would be important that certain boundaries not be crossed," she said. Keep your filthy male hands off my dykes. I don't want to eat used pussy.
"I agree completely," I said smiling. I conceded to ease the sting of defeat. It had to hard for the big dyke who had always run the place as a medieval fief. "I will be more careful in the future. I certainly don't want to upset the apple cart either." I'll leave the dykettes to you.
She said, "Marc, I'm glad we had this talk. Gossip can be ignored as long as we know there isn't any factual information behind it."
"Absolutely. It is in all of our interests to make sure that is true. I'll support you one hundred percent. Is there anything else I can do, Grace?" Just so she knew I hadn't missed the equality inherent in the new situation despite my apparent capitulation. The threat was still there.
"No, Marc. You have done enough I think," she said. "I am left with a problem. It appears that Lauren Miller wants to move to the junior senior dorm."
Oops. "My fault. It won't happen again. As to the current problem, you could punish her and expel her to the regular dorm. If you are expelling her it would change the nature of the situation."
She nodded. That was much better. It saved face for everyone. She hit a button on her desk, "Bobbi, would you please send Lauren Miller to my office." She got up and went over to the wall where she had some riding gear. The Academy had a few horses and Halliday liked to ride in the morning. She pulled a riding crop off the wall and slapped it against her hand.
The door opened and Lauren appeared. She saw me and she knew she was in for it. "You wanted me, Miss Halliday?"
The dyke looked at me and said, "Mr. Anderson?"
I understood what she intended now. She was going to punish me by cutting me off from Lauren. If Grace couldn't have her she wanted to make sure I didn't get her either. Halliday walked over to an overstuffed leather couch and motioned to Lauren. Poor Lauren walked toward Halliday dread starting to fill her features. "Take her hands and bend her over," she said to me.
I reached out and looked at Lauren. She stood still. "Please," I said. She finally gave me her hands and I led her to the couch and helped her lay over it, her ass high in the air. Halliday walked up and grabbed her skirt throwing it over her back. Roughly, she pulled her panties down to her knees.
Halliday's face grew into an evil smirk as she swung once. It was a startling contrast - Grace dressed in her elegant gray suit and pink blouse but a face full of uncivilized anger. So much for her being better than me. Lauren cried out as I held her hands tightly. Again and again the riding crop whistled as Lauren's cries turn to racking sobs. Finally the dyke stopped. She was breathing heavily and not from the exertion. "Do you still wish to leave the Admin dorm?"
In between sobs Lauren gasped out, "Yes." The dyke looked at me and her face changed. I don't think until that point she really thought she had lost. That answer made her realize she had lost, to me and to Lauren. Tears formed in her eyes and she threw the riding crop against the wall, turned, and practically ran out.
I helped Lauren over to the couch and tried to comfort her. After she had cried herself out I said, "How are you doing?"
"Why did you help her?" she asked.
"I had no choice. She was punishing me as well as you." Lauren looked confused. She was the one who got her ass whipped. "She was trying to drive a wedge between us. She wanted you back in the Admin dorm and wanted you to blame me for the punishment. Believe it or not, you won. I know it hurts but you beat the Big Dyke. When she left she was crying."
Lauren wiped away a last tear. "She was crying?" I nodded. "I just hope I don't have to win like that again."
"I hope you don't either," I said. I kissed the tears on her cheeks and she started to laugh a little. "You know you're probably going to get cafeteria duty as well."
Glumly, "I know."
"C'mon, let's go see what Bobbi has in store," I said. Lauren stopped and gingerly put on her panties and followed me out.
I stopped by Bobbi's desk with Lauren. Bobbi eyed me, this is my business her eyes said, but I stood my ground. I had gotten the girl in trouble. I needed to do what I could.
Bobbi looked at Lauren. "Miss Halliday asked me to arrange your transfer to the junior dorm." Lauren nodded. Bobbi consulted a register and said, "Room 214. You'll be with Ms. Anderson." An aside here, unlike the Admin dorm where every girl had her own room, so Grace could visit, the other dorms had shared rooms. Four to a room for the younger girls and two for the older. "Please get your belongings moved today. As for duties..." Her hand went down the list and stopped at cafeteria. She looked up. I caught her eye and shook my head ever so slightly. The whole situation had been wierd and having someone intrude into her realm was so unusual I think it rattled poor Bobbi. Duties had always been her unchallenged bailiwick. What the hell had happened in Halliday's office, she wondered. Unsure, she continued down the list. "I have an opening for library attendant. It is more hours but you are allowed, duties permitting, to do homework so it does work out."
Library was a plum job. The student had to dust and clean once a day and check out and file books. But they got to sit around most of the time and do homework freeing up time later. Lauren smiled, "I'd love to do that."
"It's settled then. You start tomorrow. Get your things moved," she said.
I followed Lauren out. "Thanks," she said.
"Least I could do. I'm sorry that the Dyke whipped you. But you did win. Better go get your stuff moved."
She nodded and ran off.
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