Head to the library

Randy left Pinky Girl to her new slutty existence and went to the library to see if any nerdy types were hanging out. He walked in and noticed Mrs. Thompkins, the elderly librarian when he was in school was gone and there was a young librarian in her place. The name plate on her desk read. Miss Evans. Randy spotted her looking at book. She had not noticed him. She was attractive, if not hot, with very thick blonde hair in a big pony tail.

Randy decided to fuck with her. He walked over to her. "Excuse me, Miss Evans?"

"Yes?" he said. "May I help you?"

"I'm an investigator with the school board. Is there somewhere private we can talk?"

"Um sure, what is this about?"

"Privacy first, Miss Evans."

"Follow me," she said, now worried. There was a "study room" with a big glass wall that overlooked the library. It had a few desks and chairs and was empty. They went in, and Randy shut the door.

"Miss Evans, we know you have been writing porn under the name Anita Lotta-Semon."

Her eyes went wide. "I...um...I..."

"Miss Evans, what you do on your personal time is normally none of business, but a librarian writing porn about librarians getting covered in semen, well, if word gets out...."

"Please, um, I don't even remember writing it!"

"Miss Evans, have a seat."

A now trembling Miss Evans sat down.

Randy sat opposite her. "It's fine you have a fetish for having guys jack off all over your face and head. It's fine you have a desire for men to jack themselves off with your hair and cum all in and over it. I'm also a psychologist. For young women such as yourself to have fantasies about being surrounded my men ejaculating all over your face and head is normal."

"It is?" asked Miss Evans on the verge of tears.

"Yes, you have been suppressing this fetish, which is why you turned to writing porn. We also know you love watching porn videos of women giving 'hair jobs' and women being coated in semen."

Miss Evans put her face in her hands. "I'm so sorry," she mumbled.

"Don't worry. Your secret is safe. Keep watching those videos; they're a safe outlet, but this is what you need to do now."

"What? Anything!"

"Do you have a boyfriend?"

"No, we just broke up."

"Probably because of your repressed desires," said Randy, "But that's OK. For the next year, stay single, but at least once a month you need to have at least three guys cum on you at once; use your mouth, hands, hair, whatever, and at least twice a month have a guy jack himself off with your hair and cum in it. Having guys cum on your face and hair will make you orgasm. Oh, and always dress like a prim and proper librarian when you do. It'll add to your fetish, and turn them on as well. Think you can do that?"

Miss Evans looked up. "Yeah, I think I can do that."

"Good, frat houses and college bars are good places to start. Now I'll let you get back to work."

"Thank you for keeping my secret," said Miss Evans as she got up.

"My pleasure," said Randy, suppressing a smirk. "Oh, and one more thing."

"Yes?"

"Do you have access to student schedules?"

"Yes, in case I have to track down a student with overdue books."

"Good, luck up Amanda Barnes for me."

Miss Evans looked up the big tittied drama queen Amanda Barnes. She was in physics class in room 208. You smile and head up to room 208.