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In the murky world of high school, Cathy, Lydia and Cintia, three young girls in search of advantages, decide to cross a dangerous line by exposing themselves sexually to the principal of their school. Motivated by the lure of money, the ease of getting points without effort and the desire to escape corporal punishment by teachers, these high school girls take insane risks to get what they want. Their descent into hell raises burning questions about power, manipulation and the limits some are prepared to transgress in the name of their personal interests.
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Date de parution
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English
Pierre SOKENOU
HIGH SCHOOL PROSTITUTES
(Volume 1)
Roman
CHAPTER 1 : Introducing our team
We want to tell you our story. Don’t be surprised. I’ll introduce myself and my teammates. Should we introduce our parents? No, it’s not worth it, becauseour story is about us, not them.
They call me Cathy. My real name, given to me by my father and mother, is Catherine. They think it’s a good name, but I prefer to be called Cathy. At school, on my composition sheets, it’s Cathy. I liked this name so much that one day I burned my own birth certificate and renewed it. Didn’t that surprise you? That’s just the way I am; I’m a recalcitrant woman. I’m not a problem woman, but there’s intelligence running through my veins and every time I want something, I get it.
In fact, I’m a fatherless woman. My father was a great military man. But one day, he was struck down by a terrible illness and died. That’s how I became a fatherless. I have a mother. After my father’s death, she packed her bags a few months later and remarried. My mother seems to have a thing for men, otherwise how could she not wait at least a year before remarrying? Anyway, that’s not my problem. When she left, she entrusted me to her sister. So her sister is my aunt. I grew up with my aunt. I grew breasts in my aunt’s house when I was sixteen. Little by little, my breasts had grown in size. When I bend my head and look at my breasts, I’m very proud of them. Yes, when a young girl starts to grow breasts, how happy she is! It was this joy that absorbed me too.
Don’t you know that when we start to grow breasts, that’s when our hour of glory begins to ring? If you don’t know it, know it from now on.
So, I was telling you about my birth certificate, which I burned to make a new one. Now, since there’s no one to scold me, I do things as they pop into my head. Who’s my aunt to scold me? I’m going to eat her up. Who’s her husband to reproach me too? I’m going to smoke him.
So I’m free in the house. But just because I’m allowed to do anything doesn’t mean I cando anything I like; oh no! Before I take any action, I first assess the results it might have.
In fact, I burned the birth certificate to get a great first name. My aunt’s husband is a gentleman in his forties. He’s a very rich young man. Busy with his business, he never has time to stay at home. That’s why when I lied to them on the day of my birth certificate renewal, neither he nor my aunt knew I was changing my identity.
So you already know the origin of my first name Cathy. So we can continue the story. So I’m called Cathy. I’m in the third year of a private secondary school; no, a lycée. I was brought to this lycée because of my failure last year. But when I arrived at this lycée, the rigor of the principal immediately changed my lazy nature. Can you imagine what happens when you get a mark below twelve? Man! The fact remains that you regret ever setting foot in this fucking courtyard. Yes, you get beaten up like a thief. You line up in a row and each of you passes through the principal’s office. Standing there with his big thong and a stick in his hand, he spanks you and, to finish off, hits you twice in the back with his thong. In the first term, I was one of the lazy bunch. But in the second term, I quickly got down to work. Ah yes, I don’t like bickering. That cursed man who called himself the supervisor of the high school where my aunt had enrolled me was a heartless man. He beat his pupils as if they were
goats. Before it was the turn of those who hadn’t yet passed his correction table, we cried. Yes, we imagine the pain of the blows in the body and in every bone. In the first two months of the year, I had recovered from the blows and given myself over to the lessons. I had become the most studious in the class. And as you know, effort always pays off. I managed to get into a higher class thanks to the lashes of the school supervisor.
Here I am in third grade this year. There are fifty of us in the class. We sit in pairs. No groups. The tables were lined up one behind the other like in churches. In my class, I was the prettiest and always quiet. I didn’t have any friends because the months of last year had taught me to be studious and very wise. And as you know, silence attracts. When you stay calm and don’t get agitated, the world tries to approach you, because being calm is a behavior that is not given to everyone. Few people are quiet. Friends approached me, but I did my best to be reticent with them. But reticence upon reticence, two girls in my graduating class managed to win my friendship; they were Lydia and Cintia. Lydia, she’s slightly older than me. She’s also older than Cintia. She’s a very beautiful girl. In fact, there are too many beautiful girls in my class. The prettiest, as usual, sat on the front benches. Cintia and Lydia and I were also part of the gang of beautiful girls. They weren’t in the same row as me. They were on the opposite side.
Every morning, my two new friends came by car, while I came by motorcycle. Yes, Lydia and Cintia were from modest families. For my part, I could alsodrive to school, but I wasn’t in my father’s house to ask for that. Little by little, the friendship between my two girlfriends began to grow like a plant in the ground. We formed a group of three to go and eat at the canteen. In the vast courtyard, there were no boys to admire and appreciate our beauty, except a few teachers who were only allowed to look at us, without daring to tell anyone how much they admired us.
We went to the canteen to eat the meal of our choice. At the end, we return to class to revise our lessons before the teacher arrives. It was in this atmosphere that our intimacy grew, until one day Lydia finally made us a proposal; a proposal that would not only save us a lot of bickering, but would also earn us a lot of money.
That’s why I’vetelling you that when a girl starts to grow, been always remember that it’s the capital of her business that starts to see the light of day because, with her hairy sex and her breasts, she can make hundreds of thousands a day.
Can you imagine how much our bodies generate every day? Read our story to find out.
CHAPTER 2: Our cunning plan
It was ten o’clock this morning, and as a troop as usual, Lydia and Cintia and I had made our way to the canteen. That morning, we had eaten just like our other comrades. I didn’t bring much, as I was treated like a foster child. My aunt gave me five hundred francs for breakfast, even though I had to take zém to school and zém back home. The drivers always take a hundred francs for the arrival and a hundred francs for the return. And I always manage with the remaining three hundred francs. When school lets out at midday, I have to go and relax at the house of one of my aunt’s friends, as the distance from our house to school is a bit daunting, since throughout the week we come to school at eight o’clock, finish at midday and come back in the evening to finish at five o’clock. I only get breakfast in the mornings. You know very well that there’s always one way of taking care of children who aren’t for you and another for those who are for you. So my aunt and her husband treated me like an intruder. But I don’t blame them, sincerely. The little they give me is already more than enough, otherwise I wouldn’t be contributing to their financial efforts in the house after all. When I get up in the morning, I just sweep the bedroom and wash the plates. Otherwise, the yard is paved. After sweeping the living room and dusting the furniture, I just get in the shower to shower. And to be honest, my aunt doesn’t behave strangely towardsme. She cherishes me as one cherishes one’s own children. The school year I didn’t get into, she got very angry and cursed at me too much. And it was to get me to pull myself together that she enrolled me in this school without her husband’s approval. I won’t say that my aunt doesn’t
love me. She likes me very much. Even though she’s the mother of three grown-up girls and a fat boy, my aunt loves me. And I don’t even think it’s a failure to give me more than five hundred francs a day, since she too has children who must also go to school. Two of her daughters were studying at a large private university, while the youngest was enrolled at a private school. The older boy is also studying at the same university as his sisters. Since the father had enough money, he bought them a big car to get around. He also hired them tutors. He bought them documents in abundance. Let’s just say he was extremely wealthy, to the point where he didn’t know what to do with the money. At home, I’ll just say that my aunt takes careof me. My aunt also hired me three tutors: one in French, one in English and one in mathematics. Each came twice a week. And my aunt, it was with the intention of making my walks easier that she arranged with her best friend in the neighborhood for me to spend my afternoons at her house. The latter’s house is just a few yards from the high school. At Auntie Olivia’s, I have my lunch, because she’s also a bit of a cash cow. After lunch, I have my own room in the house. She’s a single woman. I don’t know if she’s a widow, because she’s never told me. She’s not childless, though; she has three; yes, two big boys and a big girl. Since the house was on two floors, each of the children had his or her own room. The whole building was tiled. The courtyard was similar to my aunt’s husband’s; all cobblestone. I was friends with his daughter. Her boys also tease me from time to time. We understand each other like brothers, in fact. There was a great conviviality between us. Our mother is often proud of us. She treats us all the same. I even tease her sometimes to take a few coins from her to buy me sweets with on the way to school.
Well, that morning at ten o’clock, my girlfriends and I went to the canteen to eat. Among us was Lydia, who, being the oldest, brought more money than any of us. Cintia and I both know that her parents were well-to-do, so there’s no need to suspect her. She had spent
enough money that morning. She’d made the order and after the meal, she paid the bill. As Cintia and I combined our meager breakfasts to hand it over to her, she quietly whispered, "keep your money". Cintia and I looked at each other without uttering a word. After lunch, we returned to the classroom. No more than a few minutes later, the siren had sounded the end of recess. The history-geography teacher burst into the classroom a few minutes later. The orderly greeting tapped the table and we stood up to welcome the teacher’s arrival.
- Sit down," he said.
We sat down, and when he went to put his bag on his desk, he asked us if he’d left an exercise before returning from class the previous session. Now, this gentleman never fails to fill us with exercises. It was after his interrogative sentence that I remembered I hadn’t done his exercise; my eye.
- Get out your exercise books and open them.
Ah yes, that was it for me. He stiffened at the control and started moving from row to row. My heart was pounding as I was one of the students who hadn’t dealt with the teacher’s exercise. The teacher stood up those who hadn’t done his exercises. When he reached me, he said:
- Cathy, up to you? Then stand up.
Ah yes, it was a surprise for him to count me among the incorrect students. If you don’t do a teacher’s exercise, you’re incorrect, which doesn’t make sense.
At the teacher’s command, I stoodup. He checked all the exercise books and when he finished, he asked us to go outside and line up. My heart, meanwhile, was racing. Yes, my body was about to be exposed again to the merciless beating of the principal.
Remembering last year’s beating, I began to cry at first, waiting for my arrival in front of his office. Seeing us coming from the office, he hurried to the door to ask the teacher if this was the case of the unfinished exercises.
- Absolutely," replied the naughty professor.
- I knew it! Come on in, one at a time!
The principal walked over to his desk and grabbed the two things: the big stick and the strap. Without mercy, he began spanking my classmates. Of the gang that Lydia and Cintia and I formed, I was the only one on the list of students who hadn’t done the exercises. And if I didn’t do them, it was because I forgot. Yes, I always do my exercises because I’m used to learning my lessons regularly. But I couldn’t say how it got to the point of forgetting. When it was my turn, I went to take my five strokes on the buttocks and two lanyard strokes on the back. The buttocks didn’t burn as much as the two blows to the back. Yes, the back burned more than the buttocks. With tears in my eyes, I returned to class. The man had started by gettingon my nerves to the point where I didn’t take his class until the end. I kept my head down from the beginning of class to the end. Despite everything he told me, I couldn’t calculate it. All I knew was that he couldn’t hit me or report me to his marker until I did something else.
When it struck noon, the time when classes ended, my two new friends came to my address to console me. Yes, when you’re in a friendship, compassion imposes certain duties. Lydia and her friend had come to ask me to calm down.
- The only chance this principal has is that I don’t have witchcraft," I said to my girlfriends.
They both laughed.
- Or what? Are you going to swallow it?" asked Cintia, all smiles.
-I swear I was going to paralyze him. It’s because he’s got the arms andthat’s why he thinks he’s the boss, isn’t it? But he’ll see," I threatened.
-You know what, girls?" began Lydia, "I’ve always thought I’d be done with all this smoking stuff with the principal.
- By doing what," retorted Cintia. - By starting to seduce him, like some of the other girls, of course!
- Are you serious?" I asked, curious.
-Yes, I am! I’ve got two friends he’s sleeping with at the moment and can you imagine the rest? - No, tell us about it," replied Cintia hastily. -He’s paying each of the girls. And can you imagine how much he pays them? Five thousand francs per fuck.
-What’s this? Are you serious?
-Don’t doubt, Cintia! Just say I saw. And you know, when girls do dishonest things, he never hits them. He lied to all the teachers of these two girls that the girls suffer from sickle-cell anemia and that their parents had come to forbid him to touch the children. Can you imagine? That’s why I’d like to put an end to his way of pestering me. Like, for example, I’ve already tried to calculate my averages and it looks like I won’t get the average in the first term. I then need to avoid the fifteen strokes that await me. So I have to launch the seduction project soon.
Cintia and I were calmly listening to our trio’s developments. I think she was right. I’ve got to do something too.
-If I knew the technique, I’d do it too!
