Being a Head Girl was not all about punishing rule breakers. They were suppose to assist the student body in any way they can much like how a student council would function though with more power and ability to actually accomplish something. This was one of those days for Vera. She had been requested to assist a small study group with Economics. Though students had reason to fear her, she presented herself calmly and was very skilled in calming the small party of students enough to give advice and assist on questions they had. Fear was one thing but having a number who know that she was not all punishment will give her a bit more pull in the future.

Returning to the tower, Vera takes the elevator up to the top levels. The chime of it's arrival warned Cala and the drunken woman that someone was coming. Stepping out, her eyes narrow slightly at the sight of her little apprentice holding some girl before her door. Sighing softly, she brushes strands of silver hair back behind her shoulders and approaches them both. Seems her day was not over yet.

Seeing the flushed cheeks of the student and the bottle in Cala's hands, she could guess that at least one of them was inebriated. The Head Girl was willing to give the benefit of the doubt that this was merely the new student bringing her fresh prey to correct. "I trust there is a reason why you brought this woman to my door, Miss Sumayyah," She said coldly.

I stood, Protecting Maria behind the folds of my skirt wondering why the hell I had come up here in the first place. No reward seemed worth it. Maria was a fellow girl..a sister of sorts who had feelings and desires just like the rest of us. I had broken the cardinal rule and gotten attached to the personality that was Maria…I knew her name and too much about her to see her punished like I had been.

“Umm…we…well Vera we were just getting ready to leave. I’m sure Maria is not worth your time, I will have the school nurse take a look and then tuck her into bed. I promise on the prophets honor to watch her all night so she does not hurt herself while sleeping. … so really no good reason, we will be going now. “

I reached behind me, placing the bottle at my back and hoping Maria would get up so I could lead her away from here.

“Maria…come on girlfriend get up…time to go to your room for some sleepy time. “ I never took my eyes form Vera unsure of what she would do…unsure of anything as I stood at the crossroads and wondered if I was destroying one dream and replacing it with yet another…another I did not see.

Maria blinked, looking from Cala, to Vera, something seeming to dawn on the girl. She was still drunk, her legs shaky as she pushed herself to her feet, but there was a strange...resolute quality to her expression, looking up at Vera and letting out a sigh. She knew why she was here, or at least had guessed it by now, gently pushing Cala aside and offering her a weak smile.

"No, it's okay..." She smirks, winking at Cala and then turning her gaze to Vera again. "I was caught drunk..." She says, meeting the other woman's gaze. "I was drunk and wandering the halls. I'm guessing Cala brought me here to answer for that...that's fine..." She giggles a bit, doing her best to hold herself steady, standing up straight. "I broke the rules...I'd have to be really drunk not to realize that."

Maria, yes you were and are drunk…tell Vera where you go that liquor and I will get you safe in bed. I’m sorry to have dragged you up here…I like you…we …well we have things in common and that makes it, shit….” How do you say she is no longer a body…that there is a connection that makes you want to protect the person. I did not know If I could ever get over that. So I held my ground and stared back at Vera wondering what she was going to do to the two of us.

I did not like that look in Vera’s eyes. It was the look of disappointment and anger at me overstepping my bounds. And Maria…bless her heart was trying to own up to it all and take it like a sister…protecting me and I was the one that dragged her up here with fat rewards dancing in my head. Shit..shit…shit…I was such an idiot. I should never have brought her up here..or failing that should never have opened my mouth to learn about her.

“please Vera…please” I begged. I did not screech or whine…I simply begged.

Vera did find amusement on how Cala was struggling with her own concious. Cold feet was merely a weakness and she will easily take advantage of it. Maria seemed to have a brief moment of drunken clarity and realized what situation she was in now. A pity, if this one knew this sooner she could have just hid in her room or in the bathroom to puke her lungs out without her ever knowing.

The Head Girl walks by both of them and unlocks the door. "Take her inside and help her sober up," she said cooly, "You may use my shower to clean her up. Then we will talk." Of course she did not go into detail. She could already feel the fear and pain Cala was in as thoughts of what punishments were going through Vera's head. Let them dwell on this as if this was going to be their last time to be together. It will show what weaknesses of the heart can do to one's imagination.

Once inside, she closes and locks the door and points out where the restroom was. The Head Girl casually walks over to her desk and has a seat. Seems she will have to teach a few more lessons today.

The trepidation at my predicament lessons a little when Vera tells me to take Maria in to get her cleaned up. I still fear the worst, but perhaps Vera has heard and the punishment may be more mundane. Gathering up my charge by entwining my fingers with hers I urge her to do what has been asked.

“Marie…come on…hot shower, maybe Vera has some hot coffee as well and we will get you in ship shape in no time.” Dutifully I walk in the indicated direction, dropping off the damning bottle upon Vera’s large ornate desk as we go. Fuck…one can hope…one can hope I have not gotten this girl with the cute accent in trouble.

She still leans on me, her breath full of the smell of her inebriation. But she is warm and soft an so human. If she is punished I will at least be kind in my part of this so as to lesson the blow. Like a good friend I hold her up as she attempts to slump along the wall of the huge private bathroom with it s separate shower and tub big enough for two.

“Maria help me here….have to get off that uniform of yours” I help hold her in place by pressing close to her. I can feel every breath she makes, every twitch of her muscle as my own fingers seem like fat sausages and I fumble along the bottoms or her blouse. The tension on the buttons when released seems to allow more of her large bosom to spill out of her top. An impressive chest to say the least, making me feel small and inadequate in comparison.

I don’t mind the eventual nudity…but I do have to wonder if I remain in my own uniform and get all damp will Vera see it as a uniform violation. Or do I get naked and in the shower with her…and would that not be a violation as well of inappropriate student interactions. Suddenly I feel damned either way, as if Vera’s simple request is none to simple and will result in my punishment as well….but then…have I not done what she asked? Shit…There is no room for these thoughts with Marias warm body pressed against mine. I have to do what I am told to avoid my own potential fate. Just one step at a time Cala…just one step at a time I try and tell myself.

Maria slumps against Cala as she's lead into the bathroom, smiling and laughing a little as she leans against a wall, helping the other girl clumsily remove her uniform. "See? I knew...you wanted to get me naked." She teases softly, grinning drunkenly at the other girl. Whatever clarity she'd had had lapsed, or at least it seemed to.

Once divested of her uniform, Maria presses herself against Cala, giggling and tugging lightly at her own uniform too. "Might as well...make the best of it, yeah? You're...overdressed..." She stammers, licking her lips. She wasn't the sort that really went for girls, but as drunk as she was, she didn't care right now.

It disturbed her knowing some disgusting drunk was using her shower but it will have to do for now. It would be useless to punish someone who will not remember anything afterwards. As anyone would know, it is impossible to teach a drunk anything. Ugh, she will be sure to punish Cala for this sloppy work.

At least the woman was finally pulling her weight. Now to take care of that matter of foresight and that lack of resolve in her. Cold feet, pathetic. Vera turns the bottle that sat on her desk. Someone was making this or this was contraband that had been stolen. This could have been a good catch for Cala if she had followed through with it. Now she was left with the work, a failure on this future Prefect's part. Sighing softly, she turns on her computer and begins to pull up Maria's file.

Nervously for all the reasons that Maria may have wrong I start pulling off my uniform as well. I don’t need Maria slipping in the shower and hitting her head, I am pretty sure that Vera would hate to have blood in her shower. Thought Maria in her inebriated state seems to find great amusement in being naked…and in getting me naked. Maybe she just thinks its funny…maybe she wants something more out if this or….maybe she really isn’t thinking these things at all and just taking it one moment at a time.

“Maria….hold on….here” I take her arms and wrap them around my neck as clothes drop to the floor. She presses herself closer till there is no real gap between us. Undressing becomes a bit harder as her unsteady movements compound the problem of getting off my socks…but between pressing her up against the wall I gain enough steadiness to remove them.

Water…perhaps it should be cold…but I hate cold showers instead preferring a nice warm steam filled one. Together, arm in arm we stumble into the cubicle. Warm water pours across her head, slicking down the long black lochs till they lay along her back in a river of darkness. The soap lathers in my hands and starting at the shoulders I begin to rub it into her skin. Fingers kneed the soft flesh and relaxed muscles beneath so unlike the tension I feel in my own. Soap slides down her body both front and back, and between us it gets slick…

Her body sways in its drunken state now rubbing itself against me in an almost sensual caress. Slick with soap she wiggles and jostles in enticing ways. ‘Rotten girl’ I think, wondering if she is now trying to seduce me in the shower.

“Come on…let’s get you sobered up and smelling nice…stop wiggling…I….I don’t need that yet….I mean I don’t need it. I mean I prefer guys…dick..cock…and I soooo don’t think fucking right now is going to get Vera off our case…” I whispered in her ear, her face so close to mine I could feel her check against mine. It was like she had melted against me and was inside…a part of me, like a smooth warm glass of milk before bed, something to take the edge off the day.

Maria blinks slowly, soapy, wet...but she nods a little, blushing and doing her best not to rub against Cala too much. She groans softly, though, the water doing a bit to wash away the drunken haze over her mind, getting her warm and soapy and clean. She shakily pushes from the other girl, getting under the water and rinsing herself clean, arms wrapping around herself. "S-sorry..."

Sorry, that hurt, a knife blade twisting into my heart causing it to falter for a moment. I was the one that needed to say sorry, for if it had not been me searching out some sort of ambiguous award than I might have had the decency to simply put her in her own bed and watch over her like any sane caring person would have done. Now I was unsure if anything I had done or was going to do was right or wrong.

I really hated not knowing. There was right…there was wrong and then there seemed to be thus huge area of grey. My father would have seen a fine edge to the issue and not a lot of grey, but I always seemed lost in that grey cloud, never quite finding that razors edge of right and wrong. Maria was a person who deserved better than she was about to get, and yet, the school deserved better of its students than Marie had given. Fucking grey….always grey. Maybe this is why so many philosophers end up committing suicide.

“Marie…don’t be sorry…I should be for not working with just you on this …well…this problem. “ I turn off the water and as it slowly twirls in a counterclockwise rotation to spin forevermore down the drain I hand Marie a towel…rubbing her down and hoping that the shower and rub will bring back some sort of coherency to her. T least the stench of alcohol is gone to be replaced by coconut and lavender. Vera has strange taste in scents.

Soon we will be before the judge and jury to face the sentencing wrapped in a short terrycloth towel of nave blue. School colors…everything is school in this fancy dorm room. From out of the blue I giggle…a short suppressed laugh.

“Marie…if you want use the toothbrush, at least when it is all over you can have the satisfaction of knowing Vera used it afterwards, might as well get your breath minty fresh…” Vera is far too intense and rigid to ever use someone else’s toothbrush…this at least would serve her right.

Maria does seem a bit more coherant...together...as she's rubbed down, sighing and nodding a little as she steps from the tub, towel wrapped around her lusciously curved body. Cala's words make her blink a bit, the girl blanching and shaking her head, taking a moment to straighten out her soaked raven-colored hair.

"No, I...I think I'd rather not have that little time-bomb waiting..." She says with a weak smile, stretching a bit. "I'll face whatever's ahead...no worries, yeah?" The brit winks, then, adjusting her towel and padding out to face Vera...leaving her "uniform" behind, since it too reeked of alchohol, and likely wouldn't win her any points for how revealing it was. "And hey...don't worry about me. You were...just doing your job."

A few clicks and Vera had the school roster before her. Pulling up Ms Ashcrofte's file, she scans through the woman's history. There was little on her file beyond medical and physical data. An ordinary school girl and with no serious past offenses in Shokushu. But problems have to start from somewhere and getting caught with alcohol and under the influence was a quick way to fall down into a serious debt of demerits.

The bathroom door finally opens as Maria steps out in nothing but a towel. It was a pleasant sight but hardly what one could call professional. Tapping her finger lightly on her desk, she gazes at both women as they stood before her desk.

"I see you brought me someone who has strayed off the path, Cala," she spoke cooly, "It is bothersome enough to have a drunken woman before my door but even more, you were going to back out and let this woman continue to ruin her life for a cheap fling. I do hope you have a very good reason why I should spare this woman. Being intoxicated and in possession of alcohol is looking at several demerits that would not doubt keep her busy for a long time."

At this rate, she may have to punish them both. One for this blatant rules violation and the other for her lack of conviction to serve her. She had no use for a future Prefect that refuses to do her job.

“Yes ma’am…but … well…Maria is a nice girl and she like shares a few things with me and as I got to know here I just thought there might be a better way to help her out. I understand the need for standards and how you have to enforce them. “ I was not stupid enough to say I was a little worried how she might punish maria and that the crime might not fit the punishment. Then again public intoxication at a school that forbid Alcohol could be grounds for dismissal. Its just here that did not seem an option….you put in four years and if you came out the other side with a degree than great…though…there were those that did get sent home. Yeah…I’d heard about them, but they probably didn’t have parents that had made it impossible.

I was in a no win situation, standing there wrapped in nothing more than a towel, the water slowly trickling down my legs to puddle in the soft carpet fibers. Vera was right. My eyes cast themselves to the front of the dress to avoid her gaze. How could she be so right…I had to get stronger. I understood right and wrong and punishment. I knew Maria would need to be punished for what she had done. But now, now she stood up there and accepted it, told me it was ok for doing my job which just made me feel worse about doing my job.

Maybe that was why this apartment atop the tower was not such a great reward. It was symbolic of how the head girls might stand atop the heap…but they stood alone and by themselves. Everything I suppose has a price. And what price was I willing to pay? Could I do a better job…maybe a few carrots instead of just sticks?

Maybe…maybe…but it was fucking shit any way you sliced it and that still did not deter me from wanting it. Sucker……

Maria listens, arching a brow, head tilting as Vera speaks. Still, she smiles, moving over toward the desk...her steps a light saunter, hips swaying as she flashes a smile to Vera, clutching the towel to her as she rather boldly perches on the desk's edge...likely digging herself deeper, but she didn't care.
"Oh, leave the poor dear alone...she did her job. I'm here...I'm a bit more sober, and I'm ready to take whatever punishment you want to hand out. She's blameless in this."

She leans across the desk, grinning at Vera. "Come on...I bet you just can't wait to 'punish' me, hmm? Kinky girl." Taunting the Head Girl...oh yes, she was in deep shit, but maybe, just maybe...inflaming the Head Girl's ire toward her would take some of the heat off of Cala.