(Perspective change, part 1) Patrice the security guard finds naughty Summer in the computer lab where Amanda left off

You are Patrice "Patty" Broadhurst, and it's felt like your life was going downhill ever since you expressed as a futa and sprouted an extraneous cock and balls above and in addition to your female parts during your adolescence. Your "father" had been willing to go along with it as long as it wasn't known you weren't really his, but once your big little secret came out and it became clear that your mom had been careless with her contraception on a business trip while exploring her interest in futas, he couldn't bear the humiliation and walked out. To redeem herself in the eyes of the church, your mother gave up her high-paying law career and dedicated herself to a humble life as a preacher.

Now she's a respected and celebrated member of the St. Applegate community, but not respected or celebrated enough to earn very much. You had always dreamed of going to St. Vivians Academy and following in her original footsteps, but she wouldn't have been able to afford to send you there even if your extra equipment wasn't a disqualifying factor. Ever since you graduated high school you've spent your life working low-paid service jobs. St. Applegate has strict regulations against the "over-use" of robots to automate away basic tasks, so St. Applegate, often seen as a community for rich families, still needs its janitors, its wait staff, its hair stylists and so on.

All of those jobs you've held, at one point or another. But they don't pay that well, and the prices for gene-mods and other treatments that are allowed here on St. Applegate are sky-high, since they have to be certified as necessary and "non-transhumanist" by the Milky Way Church. So aside from your futa-ness, you never had the safety net of metabolic nanotech to fall back on when the stress of your menial jobs led you to a lifelong habit of comfort eating.

In your early 30s, your mom had set you up with a similarly low-status man from her prayer group, if only to finally get you to pack up and move out so you wouldn't be an obstacle to her own plans to remarry. Your husband, Harry, was a dour and boring guy with no interests outside of anti-grav ball, but it was still an improvement for your social standing. You'd tried your best. But the 'marital bliss' you'd been expecting proved lackluster. Honestly, a life of dull routine would've suited you just fine, but you at least wanted some kind of satisfaction in the bedroom... and you weren't getting it.

Every time, you had to hint and hint and work to get Harry to do anything with you. Eventually you just scheduled it for two nights a week. And those two nights were always the same - lights off, five minutes of fingering, then telling you to bend over so he didn't have to see or feel the parts you had in common with him. Then a resigned grunt, and goodnight. No matter how many times you asked him, he refused to touch your cock, and when he caught you jerking it while he went at you, he was disgusted and told you to stop. So, you got in a habit of skirting the law and started pleasuring yourself in your free time, smuggling in dirty holo-chips from shops you visited while in disguise at neighboring space stations. Even though you knew it was sacreligious, the ones that made you most excited were the ones of futas, like yourself, having wild sex with beautiful women.

After a couple years when your mom started nagging you about giving her grandchildren while her age was still a 2-digit number, you spent some of your savings going as a couple to the hospital and see why it wasn't happening. The doctors said there was nothing wrong on your end, but Harry's job collecting space junk requiring him to spend a lot of time in zero gravity and exposure to cosmic rays had left him firing blanks. Your suggestion of using the cheaper route and using a donor was shot down, but the church generously passed around a collection plate to get Harry a gene-mod to fix that problem and then some.

Seeing your last chance to fulfill your fantasies slipping away, since you'd soon be too busy and Harry would have even less reason to care about doing anything in bed, you got him to agree to dare the church's disapproval, and went onto one of the semi-secret message boards of the station looking to broaden your horizons by bringing in an extra female partner. After a while, you managed to find one eager and willing, a former co-worker of yours as a waitress who was interested in you and who didn't at all mind your extra equipment.

The times the three of you had had together were the best of your life. Polly was a short-but-stacked firecracker with silky blonde hair and an ass that didn't quit. For the first time, you finally got to be on the giving end rather than the receiving end of a good hard fucking, and it was everything you'd dreamed of. You'd been having so much fun that you didn't even mind that Harry quickly lost interest in giving it to you from behind while you were going at Polly, and preferred to have Polly between the two of you. It escaped your notice how he had more enthusiasm for the cute blonde than he'd ever had for you.

When Polly showed up one weekend with a positive pregnancy test in her hand, you'd been worried that your mom was going to chew you out for years about your 'blasphemous acts'. At first, you'd been totally relieved that the DNA test showed that Harry was the father, and you'd been playfully suggesting to him that the two of you should double down and make it "twins".

Your good mood had lasted right up to the day when Harry handed you the divorce papers. A month later, he and Polly had moved to a different colony, and you never saw either of them again.

There was an outpouring of symapthy for you, of course. As a way of recompense, your mom pulled one of the few strings she still had to pull, and got you a prestigious job at St. Applegate as a security guard. There wasn't really much call for a security guard at a school with such well-behaved young ladies, but since you never got to go there as a student, at least it was something. It was a lot easier than the service jobs you'd been working, and a bit better paid.

You had thought you were lucky... until you realized what working there entailed. Day in, day out, having to watch stunningly attractive girls in all manner of skimpy outfits flounce up and down the halls... little plaid skirts that fluttered in the slightest breeze to show off tight cotton panties, snug front-tie tops stretched over bouncing tits (sometimes without even a bra!)... competition swimsuits and track team shorts that left the most tempting camel toe visible... trim midriffs and glittering navel piercings that drew in your gaze like you were a dumb fish being drawn to a shiny fishing lure... even if you kept your eyes closed, you would hear musical giggles, the click-clack of stiletto heels on tile, and snatches of gossip about who was sleeping with who.

The only way you'd survived the past 6 years is by telling yourself every morning that all this was a test from God, and that even if you weren't rewarded in this life - say, by a more attentive and loyal (and... open-minded) husband - then at least you would have a great reward in the afterlife for bearing so much temptation.

Even the few times that students stopped by to flirt with you (out of curiosity perhaps, since you were one of only a few futas on the campus, or out of pity, or, most likely, as part of a dare) you had stayed continent. Just a few weeks ago, a sophomore by the name of Tanya, a known troublemaker, dropped the pretense when you'd caught her smoking in the bathrooms and said she'd give you a blowjob ("and maybe more") if you would stay off her case for the rest of the semester. You'd been so flustered as you ran off that you didn't even remember to confiscate her cigarettes.

Today, you ran across a stunningly attractive red-headed futa in a skimpy miniskirt after receiving an anonymous tip that there was a futa student banging her teacher in one of the study rooms. You had been so grateful she showed up... both because you didn't want to have to do your duty of detaining a futa who'd managed to attend as a student, and crush her dreams the same way yours had been crushed... and because you were hoping beyond hope that maybe, just maybe, she might be interested in having a little off-the-books fun. You could tell with just one look at the devilish twinkle in her green eyes that the neon-red-haired lady didn't give a damn about school rules or church morality. So when she told you an unlikely story about randomly catching some student looking at holonet porn in the computer labs, you played dumb and jogged off, wondering if perhaps, just perhaps, she'd come by and meet you there.

But... as you push open the door to the dimly-lit computer lab, someone is already there. When you flick the lights on, you're met with a sight that makes your mouth go dry and your tongue go numb.

It's a student who you've seen a few times in the past, just starting her first semester at St. Vivians. She's familiar to you because she tends to dress a bit more modestly than the norm, so you'd thought it would be safer to look at her without embarrassing reactions. Which... didn't turn out so well.

Her name is Summer. To call her cute would be like calling the local M-class star 'warm'. She's on the short and petite side, yet even that "modest" white polo shirt of hers is cut snugly enough to cup the two lovely hills on her chest. Not too big compared to many students, or your own, for that matter... but not small either. Her grey plaid miniskirt is rucked up around her waist, and a pair of unblemished thighs every bit as squeezable as her tits are splayed wide in the computer chair she's sitting in. Even from where you're standing, you can see that her hand is down between those inviting thighs, buried deep in her white panties.

Summer's innocent green eyes have a flash of mischief as she turns to look at you... and she smiles. True to her name, her adorable face smiling in your direction is as close as you'll ever get to the warm feeling of the kiss of the real summer sun, living as you do on an orbital habitat. Just like her breasts are in the 'Goldilocks zone', not too big and not too small, her hair is a radiant golden blonde, done up in two loose, flowing pigtails.

When she smiles at you, you see the glint of metallic braces on her teeth... useful for those who don't want any neural interface tech in their bodies for religious reasons, but still want automatic nutritional monitoring and a hands-free microphone. Though as far as you're concerned right now, their primary purpose is making her even cuter. It's not an easy feat to look guileless and innocent while masturbating to holonet porn in a college computer lab, but she manages it with aplomb.

"Uh oh!" the petite, golden-haired young woman says in a faux-alarmed tone. "I think I'm reeeeally in trouble now~ Did that lady with the neon red hair tattle on me?"

With a bit of effort, you clear your throat. No, no, you tell yourself. This is God testing me. The administration here has been very generous to me. Families who could afford to send their daughters to any school within a dozen sectors send them here so that they will stay pure and un-tempted by sin. Er... mostly pure, anyway. Think of cold showers and scripture study.

"Ahem!" you say in your reedy, high-pitched voice. "You certainly are in trouble, Miss, uh... Andrews." You hold up your wrist-computer and pull up her vital statistics: Summer Andrews. A few weeks away from her 19th birthday. And according to the records, this is far from the first time she's done this - in fact, she has tried accessing forbidden holonet domains so many times that holonet service to her dorm room has a one-month suspension. And in the past week she's already been caught accessing such vile content right in the middle of classes! The professor marked her as having been 'reprimanded appropriately', but apparently whatever that 'reprimand' entailed didn't discourage her. Some part of you suspects that such a reprimand was administered with the professor's dick.

And as for what she was accessing... well, you recognize those domains. Because during your off hours, you've been to the same ones.

"Mmm..." Summer licks her lips and runs her free hand over her chest. "That red-haired visitor was sooo sexy. Getting surprised by her in here got me really excited. And I could tell that she was really, hee hee, 'excited' to see me too. No offense Missuz Broadhurst, but you're not nearly as good looking as she is. Hmmmm... Hm hm hm." she looks up at the ceiling, tilting her head from side to side and taps a fingernail on her teeth thoughtfully. "Oh well! I guess it can't be helped." she says breezily.

"You, uh, you don't seem to be taking this very seriously." you say, folding your hands in such a way that it hides your growing erection. "You've already got a lot of infractions. And you know how harsh Mrs. Glidden the assistant dean is. She'd definitely give you a suspension. Normally, I would just let you close down whatever you're doing and pretend I didn't see... your hand..." you can feel sweat beading on the back of your neck, as your heart throbs.

"But?" Summer's perpetually sing-song voice sounds almost hopeful.

"But... I don't see how I can avoid telling her now! That was a visitor! Visitors are the most important to keep our academy's reputation for high moral standards around!" you stammer.

"And she said that you..." you gulp, "...that you tried to convince her to stay quiet about what you were doing, and offered her THIS!" Your fumbling hand digs around in your pocket and pulls out the square foil packet that the red-haired futa visitor had handed you.

"No way!" Summer says, her wavy pigtails bouncing as she shakes her head emphatically. "I absolutely, 100% did not! She made that up!"

"R-really?" you ask curiously. You know you should be hopeful that you can wrap this up quickly and with no consequences for anyone, yet a part of you is bitterly disappointed.

"Totally!" Summer says confidently. She pulls her hand out of her panties, but doesn't close her legs. Instead she reaches into a flowery-patterned purse on the desk... and pulls out another condom, this one with a cherry red wrapper rather than the dull grey color of the one you'd been presented as evidence.

Your jaw drops wide open. Summer waggles the red condom wrapper playfully in her fingers. "Since this morning, everybody's been talking about how the 'little rubber raincoats' that have been going around this week are defective! Soooo, of course, right after my first class I went straight to the usual place and got a fresh one, even though it cost 100 credits!"

100 credits? That's almost a full day's salary, for you. You move your mouth, trying to form words, but you can't.

Summer continues. "I know it's expensive, but visiting the computer room when nobody's watching is really risky, hee hee~ After all, if someone like a professor, or a janitor, or a security guard," she lists each of the possibilities in a playful singsong tone, "...was to catch me, um, 'playing the violin' in an empty computer room, well, there'd be only one thing I could do! And if they wanted more than just a blowjob, who would I be to say no~?"

"Please..." you **** out, your eyes flicking up as you silently beseech the heavens, "please, don't do this. Just... just go and turn yourself in and confess. I'm sure Dean Glidden will be merciful on you. She would never want to see a beautiful young woman with her whole life ahead of her expelled for a few little mistakes."

"Hmmmmmmmmmm..." Summer purses her lips and hums thoughtfully for a very long time, looking as if she's struggling to suppress a giggle the whole time. "Nope! Sorry, I can't do that, Missuz Broadhurst. I made a promise to my mom and dad that I wouldn't fall back into my porn habit just 'cuz I wasn't living under their roof anymore, and I'd hate for them to be disappointed in me! I'm not gonna confess, and you're not gonna turn me in either~"

You start chanting to yourself. I'm going to do it. I'm going to do the right thing. "I gosh darn sure am going to turn you in, young lady!" you say determinedly. "It's the right thing to do! Now unless you change your mind and march right to her office in the next 10 seconds, I'm calling up Mrs. Glidden and telling her everything! And, and she's in a really impatient mood this week, too!"

"Awwww~" Summer pouts dramatically and huffs. She plants her white tennis shoes back on the floor and slumps her shoulders. "Weeeeeeeeell... All-right." she says, dragging the word out.

Your stomach sinks, and the two messy wet spots you're leaving in your underwear - one in front, one on the bottom - burn. You should be pleased with yourself, but instead, in that moment, you feel sick at heart. Nothing has ever felt more wrong than the thought of just going back to your desk and sitting there suffering in silence for the next six hours, then going home and finger-banging yourself to the autumn dress catalog.

"But...!" you finally sputter out, and Summer raises her eyebrows, "maybe... instead of me calling Mrs. Glidden up, you could just give me a little kiss down there and make this soreness go away? I just can't stand it anymore."

"Down wheeeeeere?" Summer gives you another glinting metallic smile.

"On... my cock." you squeeze your eyes closed and say through gritted teeth.

"Oh my goodness! What a dirty, pervy futa! Trying to take advantage of me!" Summer clicks her tongue and waves her finger accusingly at you. "You'd get in so much more trouble than little ol' me if Missuz Glidden knew you said a thing like that! And, uh oh! Whoopsy daisy! Looks like I'd pressed the record function on the commpad in my purse when I was taking the condom out!" she sticks the tip of her tonuge out at you and waggles it.

Your eyes go wide in horror. You've done it now. It's over. One moment of weakness and you just destroyed your whole life. For years, the Void-Devil has been waiting for you to finally act on your sinful impulses, and now He will gleefully pull you into his event horizon of damnation.

"No!" you croak. "Anything but that! I didn't mean it! I wasn't thinking! I-"

"No excuses, ma'am!" Summer licks her lips again and dextrously shuffles the red condom wrapper between her delicate fingers, from between her index and middle finger, to the middle, over to between her ring finger and pinky, then back again. "I've got you now. You're ~ gonna ~get ~ iiiin ~ trooooo ~ ble!"

Summer's cutesy singsong voice takes on a more sinister undertone as it finally becomes clear that her intentions were, amazingly, even less innocent than they first seemed when you walked in here. "Let's call it, hmm... 500 credits a week to keep your dirty little secret."

"Five hu-?!" you **** on your breath. "But that's almost half of my salary!"

"I think we both know you could stand to skip a few meals, Missuz Broadhurst." Summer snickers unsympathetically. "I can always go to another college, you know. I study hard and get very good grades. Can you get another job? Especially after word gets around that you tried to take advantage of poor lil' me, like some kind of predator?"

Your cheeks start to quiver as you struggle to hold back tears. "Al...alright! I'll pay, I'll pay! But only for this year, I don't have enough savings for any more!"

"AND," Summer says, sticking the tip of her tongue out again, "you have to give me your access key to do what~eeeever I want with it! No matter what sites I want to visit!"

You feel like another nail was just driven into your coffin. Now even aside from your pay, it's likely you will get fired anyway, if anyone examines the use of your clearances closely. But what choice do you have? "Fine, fine! Go ahead! I'll give you the money AND my security pass! But..."

Eyebrows shooting up in surprise, Summer smiles again, even more widely this time. "But? What do you mean 'But'?"

Oh, hell. If the Void-Devil has His claws in you anyway, and this cheerfully sadistic girl has you on the hook, you may as well go for it. The words leap out of your mouth before they've even halfway crossed your brain:

"But only if you let me fuck you!" A feeling of disbelief washes over you, as if you can hardly comprehend that you really just said that.

You fully expect the fiendish young lady to REALLY tear into you now. But the gasp of shock or peal of mocking laughter doesn't come.

"Okay!" Summer says cheerfully, with barely a moment's hesitation. "Sounds like fun!"

Tentatively, you open your eyes again and look. "Whuh... wh... really?" you ask. No, you think, she's just teasing me, setting me up so she can really twist the knife.

But Summer just nods smartly and pulls up the hem of her polo shirt, yanking it off and tossing it aside, exposing her bra. "Uh-huh! Why not add a nice condom full of weiner sauce to the **** collection? And besides, there's something really spicy starting on this camera feed somebody hooked up, and I could use something thicker than my fingers to help me enjoy it while it's nice and fresh!"

Before you can even think, the five-foot-two blonde skips over to you and jams her hand right down the front of your trousers. The touch of her soft fingers around your shaft is paralytic. "Oh yeah!" she giggles excitably. "I can work with this! I would've liked that visitor more... you won't mind too much if I close my eyes and pretend it's her putting the bam-bam in the ham instead of you, do you Missuz Broadhurst?"

"That's... fine." you can't stop yourself from smiling. You're going to the poorhouse, you're probabably going to get fired, and you're DEFINITELY going to Hell, but you're smiling.

Summer shimmies her way down to her knees in front of you and unbuckles your pants with one swift motion of her hand, suggesting it's not the first belt she's unbuckled. The tight, confining garments and your underwear are yanked down from around your generous caboose, letting your beast bounce free. With no hesitation, Summer gets underneath and runs her tongue along the underside of your cock.

Your eyes roll back in your head as the schoolgirl flicks her tongue along your sensitive shaft. Burying her pretty face between your thighs, she goes all the way to the base and sucks one of your balls into her mouth. Just as you're thinking that's too much, she works two fingers between your plump thighs and jams them right up the sensitive, dripping wet passage that's gotten no use since your husband pushed those divorce papers at you.

There is a noisy slurping sound as Summer takes your whole cock into her mouth. She slides her lips deeper and deeper, engulfing you utterly. You feel the turgid head bumping up against some resistance, but, with a lewd gagging sound, the blonde forces it further, and you feel your lengthy meat-stick sliding fully into her throat. Between that and the feeling of her fingers probing your cunt, it's only the absolute shock of this unbelievable situation that stops you from blowing your load down her throat right then and there.

The soft lips glide over your shaft again, this time in the other direction, and Summer pulls her mouth off you, gasping for air. "Ahh! Ohh, I can tell already that you're not going to last long." she says as she toys with your insides with two fingers... and then three, moving them in a corkscrew motion far more skillfully than Harry ever did. "If you can't even make me cum once with this thing, you're gonna have to pay me a THOUSAND credits a week instead!"

Summer hops back to her feet. Tentatively, you reach out and grab her slender waist. Her skin is so soft, so smooth... your hands slide over her hips and up to her lower chest, before finally getting up to her bra and sliding under it to caress her tits. The softness and springiness is better than you could've imagined, even better than your best times with Polly. You unhook her bra and toss it aside, giving you a clear view of the wonderous mounds and the little pink rosebuds of her stiff nipples. This is really happening, you think. If she was going to just tease and **** me further, she would've stopped this a long time ago.

Pulling out of your grasp, Summer sashays over to one of the computer stations and wiggles the mouse to unfreeze the screen. "Oh, this is gonna be a good one! I wish it was a futa teacher like that sexy Dr. Li instead of some gross janitor, but it's sooo hard to find good scenes with track team outfits!"

You step out of your uniform pants and walk towards her, titanium-hard cock leading the way.

With a shake of her golden pigtails, Summer looks over her shoulder at you, still grinning winsomely. "Oh, before you get ahead of yourself, don't you go and forget to put on that little rubber raincoat~!" She extends her hand towards you, condom wrapper held between two fingers. "And no messing around with chocolate avenue! I'm saving that for marriage, hee hee~"