Everyone on campus knows these two brats. This week they went wild with pranks, spray paint, and total chaos, and tonight I caught them. Now they’re in my office in costumes that barely cover anything, grinning like they want me to notice. Trust me, I noticed. So I give them two options. Get expelled, or join my brat-taming program, where I make the rules, and they follow every one of them. They’re already peeling off their costumes before I finish talking. One ends up bent over my desk while the other watches and waits her turn. By midnight, these brats are moaning “yes, sir” like it’s the only thing they know how to say.
Models
Studios