Angela the "Angel"

I... I can't do this. Not right now. I don't have time. And even if I did, I don't trust myself to behave while I'm under the influence of Rose's attribute. I mean, as I look at the scowl on this woman's face, I still can't help but think she looks cute. If I go with her, there's a realistic chance that I'll get nailed. And I don't mean that in a good way.

"I'm sorry, uh, Angela, was it? But this isn't a great time. We actually already have a meeting scheduled with Dean Sanders today. In fact, we're going to be late if we don't get moving, so if you'll excuse us..." I explain, with Maria nodding alongside me to confirm everything I'm saying.

I attempt to step around the woman, but she shuffles to the side to block me. She then takes a step forward, lessening the already short distance between us. I didn't realize it at first, but this woman is pretty tall. With those heels on, she's actually a decent amount taller than me, making her quite an imposing person to stand face-to-face with. It also puts her exposed cleavage conveniently at eye level for me, which doesn't help my clouded mind. As if all of that wasn't enough, now that I'm this close to her, I can also smell the perfume she has on, which is absolutely intoxicating. With each sniff, it becomes harder and harder to keep myself together.

"I most certainly will not excuse you. Perhaps I didn't make myself clear. I have reasons to believe that you have something to do with the changes that have been occurring across campus. As such, I need you to come to my office right now so we can discuss this issue," Angela says harshly.

Shit. This is bad. This is SO bad. I thought I was keeping a low profile. Well... okay, I guess I haven't really been doing that good of a job. I mean, both Daisy and Nikki look like totally different people, a bunch of students felt up Louisa in the middle of class, and don't even get me started on what I did to the history-teacher-turned-sex-toy. Honestly, when I put it like that, I'm kind of shocked it took me this long to get caught. But hasn't Helen been specifically helping me cover my tracks? Wait a second...Helen! If anyone will know what to do right now, it's her!

"I understand your concern, Ma'am, but Dean Sanders also insisted I meet her right now. I know! Why don't you come with us? I bet the dean would be happy to help you with your investigation. I'm sure she would know all about the kind of reports you've been receiving," I tell her.

"Absolutely not. Ms. Sanders is actually one of the people I've gotten reports about. If I understand correctly, the two of you have been meeting quite a lot over the past few weeks. I can explain to her why you were late for her meeting, but until then, I insist that we speak alone," Angela responds.

What?! She's suspicious of Helen to? Goddammit! I don't know what to do! I... I can't think of any other way out of this. And there's no way I can chance using the remote on her. She's probably waiting to catch me do something like that. If she finds out about the remote, it's all over. Maybe there's some obvious solution I'm missing right now, but I just can't think straight enough to come up with anything. I can't see a way around it. I have to do what she says.

"A-alright, fine. We can talk about whatever you want. But can we please try to make it quick?" I ask.

Angela smirks, as if she takes great pride in beating me.

"Of course. I can't imagine that this will take long at all."

I really don't like how she said that. Obviously, Maria doesn't either. My health teacher is incredibly tense right now, and her eyes are staring straight through Angela. I pretty confident that if I gave her permission to, she would have no issue punching this woman in the face right here in broad daylight. Is it bad that I kind of think that sounds romantic?

"Now, if you'll follow me..." Angela adds before walking towards a nearby building.

"Do you think you could give the two of us just a second?" I ask.

Angela looks at me, then over at Maria, who looks like she's on the verge of exploding. She rolls her eyes, but gives us a bit of space. However, she never takes her eyes off of us as we talk.

"I don't like this, Matt. She shouldn't talk to you that way." There's Maria's protective side getting the best of her. Though, she does have a point.

"I know, but I don't have a choice. I'll do my best to be careful. Stay here until I get back," I say.

Maria may not like leaving me alone with this woman, but she also knows she can't go against a direct order from me. After a moment, she sighs in defeat.

"Yes, Sir..."

"I'll call you if I need you, okay?" I add, remembering her new attribute.

"Alright. Just say the word and I'll be there as soon as possible," Maria replies, seemingly a bit more accepting of the situation now.

It may just be the Wild Card in me talking, but it is sweet to see how much Maria wants to keep me safe. Obviously, I'll do my best to make sure she doesn't need to get involved, but it's still nice to hear that she has my back.

With that done, I leave Maria to wait outside as I head in with Angela. She leads me up into the building until we're on a floor with a bunch of offices. We walk around for a bit before coming to a room where the door is already open. Angela leads me inside and shuts the door behind me. She instructs me to sit in the chair facing her desk, and as I do so, I notice her drawing the blinds. Suddenly, I feel ten times more worried about my current situation. Am I about to die?

Once she's done, Angela walks across the room, but instead of sitting in the chair behind the desk, she instead leans against the desk itself. Oh yeah. I'm so dead.

"Now, Mr. Anderson, let's be honest: neither of us want to be in this situation," Angela begins.

Huh? I'm totally caught by surprise as Angela begins speaking. Her tone is much less hostile than it was when we were outside. If I didn't know any better, she almost sounded... I quickly shake that idea out of my head before I go any further. It must just be my new fetish talking.

"What do you mean?" I ask.

"I know I was rude to you out there, but listen, I'm just trying to do my job. I don't like be a bitch, but it's what people expect of me. Surely you can understand that. I don't actually have any issue with you. In fact, if anything, I think you're kind of cute..."

Angela leans back on her desk and starts tracing her finger across her chest. I find myself following along with her finger, drinking up the sight of those big boobs she has pressed up in that tight top. Ah! What am I doing? What is she doing? I thought I was imagining things before, but no. I think she's hitting on me. What the hell? I'm so confused right now.

"I could ask you all these questions about what exactly is going on, but I don't think that would be enjoyable for either of us," Angela continues. "There has to be some sort of agreement we can come to to make all of this just... go away..."

Suddenly, I feel Angela's foot on my leg. She slowly slides up my pants, getting closer and closer to my crotch. I start sweating as I try to figure out what's going on. Is this some sort of trap? Is she trying to get me to do something? I have no idea. But... but the way her pantyhose feel against my pants is just unreal. I want to push her down on that desk and-

No! I need to focus! But it's just so hard...

"Wait... wh-what are you doing? M-ma'am, we... we can't..." I struggle against my own urges.

All of a sudden, Angela walk up to me and leans over so she's directly in my face. Once again, I'm overwhelmed by the hypnotic smell of her perfume. I think it might be lavender. God, I love it. It makes me picture the two of us on a picnic in a giant field of flowers. What a perfect date that would be. I feel a vague sensation of Angela's arms rubbing my thighs as she stares into my eyes, her sexy glasses perched on the edge of her nose. I could get lost in those enchanting blue orbs...

"Come on, Mr. Anderson. Stop hiding it. I know you think I'm sexy. Well, I think you're sexy too," Angela admits.

"What about all those reports?" I somehow manage to ask.

"Don't worry about those. I'll take care of them. Right now, I just want to feel you inside of me..."

I don't think I've ever had a woman throw herself at me like this, at least not without using the remote first. And this woman is one of the hottest MILFs I've ever seen. I can feel my cock harden as her breath hits me. Her face is so close to mine. It would be so easy to kiss her right now. I'm sure her lips are just as soft as they look.

Angela continues to rub my right thigh with one hand while her other hand reaches into my pants and starts to stroke my cock. God, the way she jerks me off feels fantastic. Maybe this isn't such a bad idea. I mean, just imagine how incredible making love to her would feel. Who cares if her methods of getting here were a little unorthodox? Love blossoms in the most unusual situations, after all.

I lean forward to go in for that first kiss. As I do, she eagerly parts her lips to accept mine. However, right before they touch, an image pops into my mind. The one image that I need to see at this exact moment: Violet. It only lasts a second, but in that second, I find myself able to concentrate again. What am I doing? I'm supposed to be helping my girlfriend. The woman I actually love. Not some random person I just met! Not even five minutes ago, it seemed like this Angela person was dead set on trying to screw me over. I can't just give her what she wants!

In that moment of clarity, I push myself away from Angela. I end up stumbling out of the chair and falling onto the floor. Angela seems a bit caught off guard, jumping backwards at my sudden movement. The tumble ended up disorientating me just a bit. Just as quickly as my brain fog was lifted, it returns once again. But that was all I needed to stop myself from making a mistake. At least, I hope it was. Now I need to get out of here before anything else can happen.

"I appreciate the offer, Angela, but I really need to get going," I say as I pull myself to my feet.

"Surely you don't intend to let me get all worked up and then leave me all alone, Mr. Anderson," Angela huffs as she tries to compose herself. "And I thought you wanted me to sort out all those reports..."

No way. I'm not letting this woman take advantage of me anymore. Fuck that. I should have gone to Helen and talked to her about this from the beginning. Well, I'm not making that mistake again. No stupid Wild Card Virus is going to stop me. As hard as it is to push aside all the desires floating around in my head, I **** myself to ignore them.

"That's alright. I'm sure we'll be able to sort all of it out later. It was a pleasure meeting you, bye," I spurt out as fast as possible.

I dash out of the room before Angela has a change to respond. The longer I spend with her, the more likely I am to screw something up, so I figure that getting away from her is my best bet for now. I expect her to at least make some attempt to follow me, but I never see her. Hopefully that means I was fast enough to get away before she knew what to do.

Once I make it outside of the building, I have to pause to catch my breath. Why does my life have to be so complicated? Can't I just enjoy my harem in peace? I pray that one day I'll be able to look back on this situation and laugh, because boy, is it not funny now. After I come back down a little, I notice that something else is wrong: Maria is gone. I look around the building entrance, but she's nowhere to be seen. I told her to stay here, didn't I? Where the hell did she go?

"Maria, I don't know where you are, but I need you to come back here," I say out loud.

I duck into a private corner just in case Angela comes back out while I wait for Maria. Strangely, a few minutes go by, but Maria never shows up. Okay, now I'm really confused. Didn't that attribute I just got say that she's supposed to come to me whenever I call for her? So why didn't it work? I really don't have time for another thing to go wrong today. It's already... 12:07?! I'm late! Helen's going to kill me!

I can't keep her waiting anymore. That will only make things worse. We'll have to figure out what happened to Maria later. Great. Another disappearance. Just what we needed. I hope Helen won't be too mad at me. I mean, if I explain the situation, she'll probably understand... right?