Johns actual job?

John had been ramming his dick into Charlia over and over again without mercy or pause from behind, driving her into the bed again and again. She found this to be quite agreeable if her loud moans were anything to go by. Eventually though, John felt he was reaching his end and grabbed Charlia by her hair and yanked it back to get her attention.

"I'm going to cum you whore were do you want it!" John screamed primal lust, feeling his voice as he continued to thrust into Charlia. Acting more like a caveman than a man of the twenty-first century.

"Inside, fill me up to the brim, master. Mark your whore as yours!" Charlia shouted back, also filled with the same primal lust as John pierced her to her core and then came filling her to the brim just like she wanted as she came from the pleasurable sensation.

They both just laid there for a few moments, catching their breath as Charlia lay face down on the bed while John lay on top of her, his dick still inside of her, keeping all the fluids trapped inside her. The two finally began to move again, beginning with John pulling out of Charlia, causing a puddle of sperm and lady cum to pool on the bed, then onto the floor, while Charlia just rolled over so she could breathe easier.

A slow clapping filled the room, startling the two as they both looked to see Phoenix standing in front of the door, slowly clapping with a small smile on her face. "While done, Charlia, I'm happy to see you've been such a good whore for your master." Phoenix said in a happy tone of voice, with a proud smirk spreading across her face.

"Thank you, mistress; I exist to please." Charlia was clearly happy to have satisfied John enough to get the Phoenix's approval. The Phoenix's smirk turned a bit dark for a moment, making her look truly evil as she took in just how true Charlia's statement was. Though it happened too fast for Charlia or John to notice.

"Well anyway, luckily for you two, I took several liberties when getting the room ready for master. So no one heard what you two got up to in here. So please have as much fun as you want without any fear of anyone coming to interrupt you." Phoenix said a proud smirk across her face at her forethought.

She slowly made her way over to John, taking in Charlia's form. She was covered in sperm, the white sticky substance covering her tits, ass, and face. The huge globs of sperm covering those parts of her body. Clearly showing that they'd been going at it for awhile. Once she was next to a very naked John, she quickly jumped into his lap, shoving her tongue down John's throat as his cock slapped against her ass.

They made out for a while the sound of the Phoenix trying to suck John's face off while John just tried to keep up. Eventually though, Phoenix let John come up for air. John just sat there for a moment, gasping for breath, while Phoenix slowly began to put her hand through his hair while grinding her ass against his dick.

"While I would love nothing more than to take things further, sadly I can't for now. We don't have the time, and too many people would get suspicious. So I think Charlia should show you what your job is." Phoenix said with a sad, disappointed smile.

As John looked over to Charlia, he was shocked. She was back in her secretary uniform with make-up already done. As he began to wonder just how long he and Phoenix were locking lips, the Phoenix cleared her throat. "Charlie cleans up fast. So don't worry; you can have a little fun with her wherever you want on campus. She can make sure no one will see any signs of what you've done to your whore." The Phoenix said, answering John's unasked question.

She then turned to Charlie. "Isn't that right Charlia?" Phoenix said with a sadistic smile as Charlia nodded happily, clearly eager to cover up any signs of her continued sexual use. Phoenix gave a small, dark chuckle at just how well a job she'd done with Charlia. "Well, master, that's all the time I have, sadly. I've got to go for now, but before I go, here's a little present." Phoenix said as she put a diamond watch on John's wrist and gave him a kiss on the cheek before leaving in a burst of flame.

"Well, sir, I believe it's time to show you to your office." Charlia said with a professional smile. As she opened the door out of the dormity and led him out into the wider campus. John wondered what she meant by office, but he eventually figured it was a joke, and she was going to show him the storeroom where they kept all their cleaning supplies since he figured he was going to become the intelligent new janitor.

Once they finally made it to their destination, he found out they weren't joking because apparently he did have an office. The real question was why did he have an office, as he wasn't qualified for any position that required him to get his own office. Charlia quickly led him into his office and sat him down in his chair at a big desk in the office before setting down opposite of him.

"So Charlia I'm supposed to be a janitor; why does a janitor have an office?" John asked confused, hoping they didn't give him a job he wasn't qualified for as they were trying to be incognito. Making a janitor into head of fiances or whatever position they'd given him was definitely not incognito.

"While sir, you're not a janitor anymore. You see, recently we lost Exavier, and several of the more problems children have been spiraling without his guidance. So Phoenix decided it would be best if you took over for him when it comes time for their mental health." Charlia was happy to explain the situation to her master. Though it wasn't entirely true, just a part of the Phoenix's larger plan.

"Why would I be the best pick for that? I was a janitor, not a therapist. How am I going to be able to help muntant heroes deal with their issues?" John asked confused, considering he had no knowledge or experience to draw on for this type of work. Which seemed a bit dangerous to give unprofessional advice to unstable muntants.

"Well, sir, that's exactly why Phoenix thought you were a great pick. Your lack of experience as a mutant or as a hero will give them a fresh perspective to better help view their own situations." Charlia said with an excited fervor, eager to convince John this was the right way going forward.

"Alright, seeing as I don't see a lot of alternatives, I'll do it, and we'll it shouldn't be that bad. So long as I don't screw it up that badly. Everyone should be alright by the end of it all, and at least I can say I tried." John said, figuring he should go along with the current situation for now. Hopefully, if he got his hands on some how-to guides, he could do a decent enough job.

"Great master, you'll truly make the institute a better place. Just you wait and see, master." Charlia said he was happy he was so agreeable to the change in plan. Though John didn't know of the true extent of what he was really doing as each of his so-called patients would be visiting Phoenix first for a little attitude adjustment before that met her precious master.

The Phoenix would implement a suggestion in each of John's female patients—no male patients, of course. They weren't necessary for his little sessions. The suggestions in the female patients would corrupt them at each session until, in a final session, they would become John's very willing whores. Though each one would be corrupted in a way unique to them, her master deserved some variety in his toys.

All of this without John's knowledge, of course, as he would just believe he was making breakthroughs with his patients. Believing he was naturally skilled at therapy. That way he was guilt-free of the whole thing. For it was the servants duty to take the guilt, and truly the Phoenix felt oh so guilty for what she was doing.