The other two were giving Vern hell. Shouting and calling him things that would make a sailor blush. But it was this one that interested him at the moment.<br/><br/>Goth Princess fighting and cursing as he touch her. His hand slipped between her legs and he grinned.  He began to tease over her slit. Spreading her pussy lips gently and roughing her clit with a calloused finger.<br/><br/>'Welllll, looky looky who's all wet like ah proper slut," Vern said.<br/><br/>His other hand in her hair pulling her head back, "You like this don't you bitch?"<br/><br/>********<br/>~~ Outside the classroom w/ Charlotte<br/><br/>Jarid Sark was a tenured chorus teacher.  He had two morning classes then private lesson for the rest of the day this term.  Today after the second morning class he was heading for his apartment and taking the short cut thru the west wing of the music department. The freshman wing was always so very loud the first few months with training and beatings. He paid the noise very little attention. Business as usual.<br/><br/>He preferred the juniors and senior students. They actually had a focus and weren't ready to lead a rebellion. He had specifically requested these classes to devote more time to individual instruction. Despite the attitudes, those that chose music as a major were excellent pupils.  It was the reason he was here. Two of his graduates had appeared in X factor.  Others had gone on to exciting singing careers.<br/><br/>He was sought after by talent scouts looking for fresh blood to pump into the industry starving for the next best sound.  He shunned them. His was to train slaves for the pleasure of their owners. It's what he did. The owners chose the career of the students.<br/><br/>Jarid Sark turned the corner and stopped. He was paying attention. There was a student outside of the classroom weeping. Weeping was not unusual. Her out of the class room without being displayed, nose to the corner, wrists chained behind her back forehead to the floor, or any other positions that said punishment was unusual.<br/><br/>He stepped over to her. A lost sheep. He recognized her. She was a sensation. The first escapee of the new year, the first in the glass house, the first taken and by the look of her in need of some after care.<br/><br/>It was clear she had reached the end of her rope. There was only one thing to do in order to pull her out of this nose dive. Jarid decided to get with her teacher later once he found out who it was. For now she had some needs that any trainer would and could take care of.<br/><br/>He squatted down beside her, and introduced himself, "I'm Mister Sark, senior chorus director."<br/><br/>His arms folding around her to gather her against him, "Let's have a spot of tea some place quiet, shall we," and brought her to his chest as he stood.<br/><br/>"Cry as hard as you need to," He whispered and snuggled her close as he walked out the building in the direction of his flat.<br/><br/><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>Name: Mr. Jarid Sark<br/>Gender: Male<br/>Age: 28<br/>Height: 6' 3"<br/>Weight: 210<br/>Build: Average<br/>Hair: Black<br/>Eyes: Blue<br/><br/>Senior Music Teacher  </td><td>(http://i607.photobucket.com/albums/tt158/simgoboy/JaridSark.jpg)<br/> </td></tr></tbody></table>