Aunt Mel?!?

The face you look up into is oddly familiar and then it hits you, that's Aunt Mel. Aunt Mel who always tried to hit on you, Aunt Mel who always tied to get you drunk and alone at parties, Aunt Mel who insisted on 'special training' sessions and Aunt Mel who now has the perfect opportunity.

"Oh sweetie!" She says in suprise, her voice sickly sweet "what are you doing here?"

"You know this bitch?" The desk futa asks

"Know him? I practically raised him..." she looks down at you sinisterly, har hand clutching your collar "and I certainly raised you better that this now didn't I sweetheart? All those training sessions... All that time and energy and this is how you treat your futa superiors? Running away? Tut tut." She wagged her finger at you disappointedly