Looks like there's nothing left for you to do but pray and ask forgiveness. But Ms. Glidden wants you to confess, to... who?!

"Hello, Captain Taffers." Mrs. Glidden says dryly as you answer her call. "Would I be correct to observe that you seem to be sitting naked, covered in semen, in the back of a police vehicle?"

You try to stay calm even though your heart is beating almost as fast as it was 20 minutes ago when you were going bare in hot, tight tomboy pussy. In the heat of the moment, inseminating Vincent seemed like the only right thing to do. Unfortunately, Mrs. Glidden's verdict is the one that matters on that question, not yours.

"Um... that does seem to be the situation, ma'am." you say, smiling apologetically at her holographic image.

"And the police report I'm looking at here says you've been picked up and verbally reprimanded for indecent conduct at..." the buxom purple-haired woman makes a show of adjusting her glasses as if looking at her own screen, "Oxwood Academy for Young Men. What a coincidence. Let me ask you a frank question. Did you have sex with any students while you were there?"

You gulp. "I did."

Valerie glares at you as she continues. "A student with a penis, or with a vagina?"

"Both." You pause awkwardly. "That is, some students with cocks and one with a pussy. Not a futa."

"I see." Valerie says, melodramatically taking a sip of hot tea. You can see that the police car has come to a halt now - no doubt the cop will do anything someone as important as a judge's daughter asks him to, on a nepotistic station like this.

"And was the chromosomally female student among those a 1st-year by the name of Vincent Walsh?"

Idly, you wonder if the cop is listening, even though the section you're sitting in is walled off from the driver's seat. Oh well - it's not like you are confessing to anything he didn't catch you in the act of doing, except which end of the hard-cock-giving-a-creampie-to-a-wet-pussy you were on. "Yes, she was."

"Was it the kind of sex that may lead to procreation?" Mrs. Glidden is clearly getting giddy and horny.

"Oh yeah." you say, leaning back in the seat. "It was literally the most procreative sex of my life. I'd never inseminated a young woman as well as myself at the same time... until today." you pause. "Oh, and I guess some of the fucking with those boys who accosted me was 'procreative', too. I didn't bother telling them to pull out, so, you may have to get the baby DNA tested. I wouldn't worry too much though. The stuff you'd passed along to me had a 15 minute head start."

From the way her hologram is moving, it is abundantly clear that Valerie is having fun with her hand beneath the desk. She bites her lip and moans softly.

"And, by any chance, would this young woman you filled with your potent seed happen to have changed her mind about what she saw yesterday?" Valerie says in a deep purring voice.

"No, I'm pretty sure she hasn't." you say.

...which is an understatement. Yesterday, Vincent couldn't just TELL Mrs. Glidden Jeanette's identity. That would arouse Mrs. Glidden's suspicions of it being some kind of scheme, rather than randomly happening to spot a futa student fucking her teacher. Now that you and Jeannie tracked her down and visited her, Vincent has all the excuse she needs to tell Valerie Jeannie's exact identity. Vincent might decide to leave out the part where you and Jeannie spit-roasted her over a sick bed and flooded her with futa cum from both ends. She'd probably rather people assume it was her roommate who forgot to pull out, after she starts showing in a few months.

"...and," you add, "I've decided that I'm going to confess what I saw yesterday."

"Really?" Valerie's eyebrows rise, and she begins to smile.

"Yeah. Can you host me in your office in 20 minutes? Actually... could we make it 25 so I can hit the showers first? And maybe lay out a spare outfit outside the door so I'll have something to wear?"

"Trying to trick me into giving you access to the St. Vivians' locker rooms and showers?" Vivian says with a disapproving huff, though she's still smiling.

"Does it matter at this point?" you ask with a shrug.

Valerie licks her lips. "I suppose not. Very well. Let's hear what you have to say, Captain. I'm sure you realize your ship is already locked down in the docks, anyway."

.............

Considering your dire circumstances, you would dearly like to add another point to your total by impregnating one last co-ed for the road in those showers. But without any more test answer keys to barter, not even you can flirt your way into a steamy shower scene without even knowing the girl.

Actually, you probably would've tried to do just that, even at the risk of getting a slap in the face and/or a kick between the legs. But it's Saturday and morning practice is over, so you have the locker rooms to yourself. Sure enough, there's a pile of clothes waiting for you when you get out and towel off. A snug blouse, a breezy plaid miniskirt, knee-high stockings and red stiletto heels. No bra or underwear, naturally.

Even though you're about 15 years too old to be a "naughty schoolgirl" (at this particular institution which only takes students fresh from the compulsory education system, at least), you certainly feel the part as you slowly walk up to the imposing assistant dean's office door.

Mrs. Glidden is in there. But rather than behind her desk she is sitting on top of it. You may be imagining things, but you're pretty sure that the suede suit jacket she is wearing is a little tighter and has a few more buttons left undone at the top than before... that her pencil skirt is a bit shorter, and a little bit of midriff has been left showing between her skirt and the bottom of her blouse and jacket. Seeing her thighs almost completely exposed except for a thin layer of pantyhose makes you start pitching a tent in your schoolgirl skirt immediately.

"Well. I knew you'd be sent crawling into my office sooner or later, naughty little half-girl." Valerie says contemptuously. "But I thought you might last at least a full day."

Normally you'd complain that she's less than ten years your senior and shouldn't be talking down to you like that. That is to say, if a woman less attractive than her was saying it, in a voice that lacked her sternly seductive edge. As it is, it just reminds you how damn good it felt when she was using that custom strap-on of hers on you yesterday.

You give her your most adorable pout and put your hands behind your back, shimmying your butt from side to side like you'd been caught cheating on a test by the stern principal. "I thought I could last, too. I kept telling myself, it's fine to take a few steps towards temptation, I can pull away before I go too far. And I just kept taking those little steps until, before I knew it, I was falling over the edge."

"The Void Devil is like a black hole - invisible, blending into the background... you will not see him until you are already in his grip." Valerie says.

You cast your eyes down humbly. "You were right, ma'am. You were right about everything. I visited Oxwood Academy and, just as you said, they have made a complete mockery of the idea of a 'boys only' school. Everywhere I turned there were stiff nipples poking through sports bras, enticing feminine midriffs, tanned thighs, and snug bloomers barely covering apple-shaped asses. The actual male students are so wound up by seeing it day in and day out that they've turned into wild beasts. And Vincent herself... she offered to let me fuck her just for a promise that I wouldn't try to help your rule-breaking student escape consequences. She was so wrathful over an old childhood grudge that she gladly bent over and let me knock her up just to make sure a futa she hates gets kicked out."

"I'm glad you taught her a hard lesson, Captain." Valerie says, eyes constantly flicking down to the hem of your skirt. "But when you say I was right, does that mean...?"

"Yes. I mean it. Everything you said and did was for the best... including leaving a glob of your late husband's cum inside my pussy." you say, letting a little horny moan creep into your speech. "Because of your guidance, many of the the horny, thoughtless girls engaging in casual prostitution in this academy are going to be feeling the literal weight of their sins over the next nine months... including me." you rest a hand on the pale, exposed skin of your stomach.

"Not quite." Mrs. Glidden's eyes flash behind her spectacles. "There's one more naughty girl - half-girl, I should say - just like you who needs to take her punishment. You see, my daughter really struggled with loneliness and depression during her teenage years. I did my best to help her, and she is doing well now, but it is heartbreaking for a mother to see her child unhappy like that. I always thought it was my fault, for waiting too long - for prioritizing my political ambitions when I should have been focused on giving her a sibling. I'll make sure my and my dear love's next child has one."

As if there were any doubt about why she wanted to catch Jeanette so much. You struggle not to smile.

"That does make me wonder..." you say, "if you had some material left at the fertility clinic, why did you wait for a deserving bad slut like me to come along to carry that seed? Why didn't you just turn that 'Grand Crusader' on yourself?"

Valerie frowns slightly, as if you are touching a sore spot. "Why do you think there was a collection of Gerald's seed at a fertility clinic in the first place? Tragically, I have always struggled with fertility. Unlike some who interpret the holy word more loosely, I would never use nanomachines to alter the body that God gave me, so we had to try many, many times before our prayers were answered. It took over a year for us to successfully conceive, with careful cycle tracking. And that was almost 18 years ago - if it was challenging back then, now I suspect it would be impossible. And I have so very little of that precious material left. Just enough for you... and one other. As you know, unlike natural females, futas almost never spontaneously end a pregnancy after the embryo has implanted."

"Maybe there's a divine plan in that girl coming to your school, then? Just like there was in me coming to your school? If it lets you become a mother again and gives your daughter two cute baby siblings, all those schoolgirls I knocked up while I was here are a fair trade, don't you think?" you ask. You are still playing games with words. Valerie doesn't realize that Jeanette's womb is already booked for the next thirty weeks or so... which means she doesn't realize just what you're implying when you talk about two siblings for her daughter.

"Yeeeeeeeeees." Valerie isn't able to stop her response from coming out as a sultry hiss. "I will tell all of them about these events in due time. I am sure they will all see it was for the best." she pauses. "And even if they don't, it will make me so very, very happy."

"If it'll make you happy..." you say with a sigh, "then it was worth it. I did really see a futa schoolgirl banging lovely Mrs. Lopez. And that student's name..." you take a deep breath and cross your fingers, hoping you can make this work, "is Jeanette Ranton."

"I know." Valerie says casually.

That catches you off guard. "Wha... y-you do?! You did?"

"Not with 100% certainty, I suppose." the seductively-posing school administrator in front of you says with a tilt of her head. "It's possible some other futa managed to slip past my notice. But I knew about Jeanette's penis. Are you really surprised? The guilt of it drove the poor girl to confess what she'd done to me the second week of classes."

"Then..." your thoughts are clouded by Mrs. Glidden's charms and you make a stupid face like a student being asked to give a report on a book she never read, "why did you go through all of this? Why offer me that cheerleading coach gig and all this?"

"Because, a matter as important as this should be left in God's hands. When Jeanette confessed to me and lifted up her skirt, I reprimanded her for playing such a lewd prank, putting a cucumber in her underwear like that, and sent her on her way. But I was only pretending not to believe her. I realized that it could be part of God's plan for this academy to be opened to your kind, Captain... and Jeanette was to undergo a secret test."

"Just like you were testing me." you say, looking down at the floor (and her pantyhose-clad feet, seeing her toes wiggling in excitement). "And both of us failed. It seems like putting futas in a school full of sexy women with no contraceptives is just too risky. If there were a couple dozen as cute and well hung as Jeanette, you might be having to search for replacements for half the teaching staff going on maternity leave."

"And your example shows that futas who appear, on the surface, to be responsible adults cannot be trusted to keep your unnatural sperm to yourselves, either. The dean of the academy and the board have been fighting me on this but now they will surely agree St. Vivian's needs a moratorium on hiring any more as staff, as well as a ban on visitation. We have video calls, and if any students want to visit a family member with your kind of extra equipment face to face, they can find time for an off-campus visit on a Saturday morning." Mrs. Glidden says, her tone overflowing with satisfaction.

"But perhaps Jeanette can prove that young futas can be guided to a path of repentance, if given the right moral guidance at an academy like this, before they've been corrupted as much as you have. That will be up to her to demonstrate, when I see her Monday. I've already sent a message that she's to report to my office first thing after her Monday classes."

You don't have a plan anymore. All you have are **** ideas. To help Jeanette keep her place at the school and to avoid pregnancy, sure - but sitting right in front of you is another priority that must be factored in to whatever you decide to do.

"Did you mean what you said yesterday about letting Jeanette, um, prove her righteousness, and allow futas to enroll as students if she succeeds?" you ask.

"Of course." Mrs. Glidden says. "If anything, this demonstrates that my main priority, should be helping them develop good morals while they're young. The true message God is sending me, by leading you to my school, is that staff and teachers are the ones I should be kicking out. After all, they aren't the ones who have been formed by a morally pure institution or the guidance of a caring role model like myself."

You struggle to suppress a nervous smirk at the thought of the two dozen or so co-eds you gave creampies to since getting here hearing the woman who praised you for knocking them up describe herself as a 'role model'.

"Now then... there's the question of what to do with you, Captain Taffers." Mrs. Glidden says, crossing and uncrossing her legs.

Your heart skips a beat. You remember what she promised. Damn it - you were so distracted staring at her legs you didn't think of any last-second gambits.

"I suppose I could simply have your ship impounded and your personal belongings thoroughly searched for any evidence of criminal conduct. Or ask Miss Walsh to report to the police that you were soliciting her for prostitution." Valerie says. "But when dealing with naughty little girls with rich mommies and daddies, I've realized that it is best not to give them an opening to get lawyers involved. That is so impersonal. When showing tough love, it is best to use a personal touch. So, before I report you to any legal authorities, I think I need to report this to the ULTIMATE authority over you."

"Ultimate authority?" You stare nervously and swallow again, trying not to look hopeful. "You mean, like, God...?"

"No no, I can't **** anyone to come to God. That can only be guided, never ****, and it is futile to try." Valerie stands up off the desk and walks closer to you, leaning in close enough that you wonder if she's about to kiss you. "I am going to do to you what every young lady sent to my office fears above all else. The most dreaded of all punishments."

You can't help but let your lewd imagination get away from you. Maybe she has a double-dicked strap-on? Or a real wooden spanking paddle with holes drilled in it? "What's that?" you ask timidly.

"I'm going to call your mother." Mrs. Glidden says.

Your eyes bug out and your mouth drops open. You had been focused thinking how you were going to outmaneuver the legal problems and are caught totally flat-footed by that. "WHAT?! But... but... that's insane! That's ridiculous!" Trying to bluff as if it isn't a big deal, you **** yourself to give a nervous laugh. "What would be the point of that anyway? You do know that I'm only six years younger than you, right? It's been more than 15 years since I lived under the same roof as my mom!"

Mrs. Glidden is already pulling up a holographic display. She clicks her tongue. "Such an accomplished and respectable woman, too. The apple has certainly fallen far from the tree. And you are her only child, too. She doesn't even have any other children leading decent lives. I take no joy in having to reveal what a delinquent her daughter has become. But the longer it's hidden, the worse it will be when the truth comes out. I think she deserves to know. Miss Kellers from yesterday is going to be giving birth to Amelia's grandchild next summer, after all... and it sounds like Miss Walsh from Oxwood might be, as well. And a few others. A girl from the Young Colonists, Amanda? Really?" she says shaking her head in disapproval... disapproval she richly enjoys expressing.

You grope for anything you have. "It's not like I was the only one to knock up one of those girls in their uniforms, don't single me out! Look, look, I went out of my way to cover it up to help prevent a scandal, but on some of the local social media boards I found evidence of a couple of so-called respectable men doing the same thing I did to Blake! H-how about we trade? You forget about bringing Amelia into this and I hand over the recording and make sure it never gets out anywhere else, and you can punish those perverts. Deal?" Before she can object, you activate your wrist computer and project a small 2D screen showing Blake's fellow charity volunteer, Terri, riding the cock of Jonas's golf buddy in his living room.

Mrs. Glidden watches the clip with silent amusement. When you reach the end, you realize your mistake, as she smiles and softly moans in excitement, rubbing her legs together, when she sees the cute ebony-skinned freshman in the recording awkwardly trying to squeeze out the cum dripping from her pussy. "Ah! I'm glad to see another sinner pulling back from the edge of total depravity at the last moment. Even if he couldn't do the ideal thing and respect the sanctity of the marriage, at least he had the decency to use a condom properly prepared for adulterous fornication. Or perhaps his wife was helping to watch over his soul."

"I think it's just making you horny to watch baby-making sex." you say, trying to get her off guard.

But her response is to slide her hand under the fringe of your plaid miniskirt and seize onto the hard shaft which had risen to attention in response to Valerie's wardrobe adjustments long before you re-played that smutty recording. "Let she who is without sin cast the first stone, Captain." she says melodiously. Rather than let go, she starts working her hand up and down the shaft. Her skin is so soft... and it immediately becomes apparent that she really knows what she's doing. Her fingers squeeze softly, then relax... To improve the sensation, she stretches two fingers down to penetrate your pussy, and uses your own wetness to lube up your cock in her hand as she begins to jerk you off more quickly.

A pained moan escapes your lips. "What's wrong, Captain? No more objections?" Valerie says. She slowly edges herself off the desk and settles down into a kneeling posture in front of you.

"Uhhhh," you say unsteadily. It's hard to think of anything with the smooth feel of Valerie's lips moving up and down along the sides of your shaft. Her motions are practiced and gentle. Whether it's a god-given talent or the product of many long years of practice, it seems like her husband was a lucky guy, until he wasn't. She flexes it from side to side, planting affectionate kisses along the sensitive skin of the beast that had gone on such a rampage through the halls of her treasured institution. She slides lower again and takes the same balls into her mouth that will be the culprits for so many scandalously swollen tummies in the lecture halls next semester.

And she wants that same experience. She's absolutely soaking her panties in excitement at the thought of it. You don't need your augmented senses or high-tech emotion analyzers to tell you that. But even as she is literally lavishing your balls with attention with her slimy tongue, she also figuratively has them in a vise. You desperately want to ask her if she'd like you to help her participate in this 'miracle of life'. But you don't dare give her another thing to add to your lengthy list of transgressions, not now.

"God's wrath is terrible, but God's mercy is greater. Especially for those who confess. I need to... collect a DNA sample to make sure you don't wiggle out of your punishment, Captain, so I can prove my claims if I deny anything. I might need it. Every mother will always overlook allegations against her child unless the evidence is very... hard." She gives your tingling shaft a squeeze with her practiced hand and runs her thumb over the head.

"...so," Valerie continues in a breathy tone, "I can participate in something close to sin... as long as I make sure the sample is properly saved and sent to a bank where it can do some good. But I would rather not. But I would not need to, and I would not to call Amelia, if you were to call her and confess what you've done here yourself."

You gasp.

"Time is ticking, Captain. Divine judgment can come at any moment." the assistant dean says.

And you can smell that her excitement has only gotten more intense. You swallow deeply. "Actually... I never graduated. I'm a drop-out." you say. "My mom was always disappointed by that. Keeps trying to convince me to take a year or two off to finish getting my degree. Which means I guess you could say... I'm still a schoolgirl, aren't I? And I've been so very naughty. And now that I'm stuck in the principal's office, with my ass about to get the punishment of the lifetime... I have to call and tell mommy just how bad I've been."

"Mmmmmmffffff" A pleasant feeling engulfs you as Valerie moans around your nuts and takes your turgid weapon into her mouth again, bringing it all the way to the back of her throat.

"AI assistant?" you say clearly to your wrist-computer, "Call... mom."

Ominous ringing fills the air. Just when you're starting to relax and figure you might as well enjoy Ms. Glidden's expert blowjob, Amelia's voice says "Hello, you've reached Amellia Taffers..."

Your breath seizes up. "Mom, it's me-"

"...I'm afraid I can't answer your call right now. If it's an emergency, please contact central station control. As you may know, this station has strict regulations about answering work-related calls during non-office hours, and it may take us 5 or more business days to get back to you. Please leave your name, contact information, and the reason for your call. Thank you." your mother's digitally reconstructed voice says in a bland tone.

Ms. Glidden pulls her mouth off your cock and looks up at you, her violent eyes flashing with desire. There are smudges on her glasses from bumping against your lower stomach. "Mmm... Too bad she can't hear it live. But I think it may be better this way. She can't cut you off before you explain the wicked things you've done in every grotesque detail."

Once again, she parts her lips and takes your hard cock into her mouth... faster and more forcefully this time. Almost immediately she begins applying suction.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck... Uh, listen, Mom, I have to be honest - I've gotten myself in some trouble. So, I've got this friend named Claire... a blonde futa, another starship captain who I met on my first trade lane. She and I sort of talked ourselves into taking part in a, uh, a bet. At first I was thinking it was just going to be a sort of joke, but then it just kind of... happened, and she ended up agreeing to it."

You suppress a moan as Valerie picks up the pace with her blowjob and dials that vacuum-cleaner suction up a notch. The sound of slurping spittle is clearly audible while you speak in a cringing, self-pitying tone of voice. "I don't know how I let it get to that point but I wagered my entire ship and... myself, in a five year indentured servitude contract."

Mrs. Glidden's ruby red lips pull off your cock again with a noisy smack. "And what was the subject of this bet, Amanda?" she asks slowly in a low, condescending tone.

A breathy cry escapes your lips and you toss your head from side to side. Your legs tremble needily, **** for the pleasure to continue. "...The winner of the bet would be whichever of us got the most women pregnant over the next two years. With the outcome heavily weighted towards ones who carry the pregnancy to term. So I've..." you gasp as Valerie begins tickling your cunt lips with her fingers again and rubbing your glans against her soft cheek, "...I've been having as much unsafe sex as possible for the last several months. I'm afraid you're almost certainly going to be a grandmother soon. Over a dozen women I've been with are more than six weeks pregnant already.... and over half of them are prostitutes and strippers." you confess, your voice becoming a high pitched whine.

Ms. Glidden thrusts three fingers violently deep inside you, making you yelp and almost lose your footing. "And where are you now, you filthy, depraved, irresponsible futa slut?!" she asks.

You moan pitifully as her fingers squeeze your most sensitive passage wide open. She has a lot less experience pleasing the female parts than the male. But that's probably her intention.

You continue: "...I'm on St. Applegate station. Specifically, I'm in the dean's office at a highly exclusive women's junior college called St. Vivian's Academy for Young Ladies. After..." you **** back a **** moan as one of her fingers starts teasing your rear hole as well, threatening to slip inside, "...after a day, a girl from one of those youth charity organizations selling cookies and snacks came onto my ship and I convinced her to sleep with me right there in the cockpit. I told her I was going to pull out but I didn't even try. And... and then when I was checking who she was while she was in the bathroom afterwards, I found out she was a sophomore at a religious school where all birth control is banned and students who get an abortion are academically suspended, so... what was I supposed to do? The alternative was losing my livelihood and my freedom, right? It was practically life or **** stakes!"

Ms. Glidden sharply spanks your ass with her free hand until you're whimpering for her to stop. She's got a hell of a strong arm for a mid-forties office worker with no augmentations.

"And how many poor, naive young women did you corrupt into prostitution while you were here?" she asks with razor-edged disdain.

"Um..." even without her mouth on your cock it's hard to concentrate. "Give me a second... not counting the ones who did it with no strings attached, right?"

*SMAK!* Your ass is definitely going to have a red mark shaped like her hand after that one. "Ahhhh~! I'll take that as a 'yes, but those too'. Unnhhh... I... I offered payment to twenty different St. Vivians students to let me do it with them. And I..." you gulp, sweat running down your face, "...I ejaculated inside all of them. And another five who just wanted to have a fling. And a librarian, and a cafeteria worker, and an art history professor I complimented while she was moving her latest sculpture, and a businesswoman I met at a golf course..."

"And?!" Valerie demands sharply before lunging onto your cock again and taking every last inch of it into her mouth, not stopping until her tongue is licking along the base and the trembling nuggets behind it.

"....and, the next day after I got banned from St. Vivians, I ejaculated in a female student attending the local young men's academy with a loophole. That was about an hour ago."

There is an awkward near-silence... except for very faint gagging sounds as Ms. Glidden gives you her most intense deep-throat.

"Uh...." you open and close your beautiful lips a few times, looking straight ahead. "I love you, mom. I know I don't say that often enough." you say weakly. "And this lady who has her... face in my lap right now... is St. Vivian's assistant dean, who has had her vigilant eye on me the entire time. As it turns out, soliciting college schoolgirls into prostitution is frowned upon in St. Applegate. And having messy, baby-making sex with them in public places isn't exactly allowed, either. If she decides to press charges, I'll probably be going to jail. And even if I'm not in for that long, as soon as I get out, I'll be a bankrupt indentured servant. All because I'm... I'm a stupid, naughty pervert who never matured and did all my thinking below the waist."

And then you place your hands on your chest. It looks like a gesture of humility... but getting to stealthily pinch your nipples also feels good. "And I know you never taught me to believe in this stuff but I am starting to think that this is a sign from god that I need to seek forgiveness and change my ways. And this lady is going to help me, because... she's going to be part of our family. I'm probably pregnant with her daughter's half-sister right now. Which means I guess she's your cousin-in-law now."

Come to think of it, you are definitely going to need an advanced computer graphics display to keep track of your family tree after all this. It'll be less of a family tree and more of a family hourglass, with Amelia and you in the narrow bottleneck in the center.

"Ahhhh!" Valerie pulls her mouth off of your slick, glistening cock and thrusts her hand down in her panties as she squats down. And just a moment of stimulation isn't enough for her. She scoots back onto the table, sitting on the edge, and spreads her legs wide. She violently tears a hole in her pantyhose, and grabs her panties and pulls with such **** that the gauzy fabric rips free almost immediately. She takes the soaked, shredded undergarments and flings them across the room. "We can talk more about this later, Ms. Taffers! Right now your delinquent daughter has to start learning to take responsibility by taking care of this! Computer! End comm-call!" she shouts.

And then she pulls her glasses halfway down and gives you the most smoldering, lustful gaze you've ever seen, her eyes blazing past her sultry half-closed eyelids. "Look what you've done to me, you wicked, naughty little tramp! Get your tongue in there and don't stop until I say so! And don't you dare to touch yourself, any parts of yourself! If you dare spill one drop of precious seed on my office floor you're getting 'detention' in the local jail!"