Glares, but sits and even explains.

She glanced around, seeing the two security guards, large futas wearing full cups to prevent the most common tactic in futa-on-futa fist fights. Neither was as tall as Eleanor, but they were broader and there were two of them. Their tight white shirts with "Security" written on it left no doubt as their role. She must have gotten the same speech coming in you had, and knew there was no just grabbing you and leaving. If the club allowed that, no men would come here. Same as how they made sure safe words were honored and no one was actually injured, or grabbed in the parking lot.

After a moment, she gingerly sat down. "Nothing alcoholic, we both need to get back to school."

She was still a head taller than you, even sitting, but you smiled cheekily up at her, "Of course, Ms. Rooney," you say, signaling Asia back, and ordering a Virgin's Tightest Hole, which the bartender began to pull together swiftly, though the drink is very elaborate. So much so that they wouldn't offer it when the bar was really jumping, but it bought you a bit more time. "So, why do you have such a stick up your ass?" you finally just bluntly ask after a few moments of unbearable silence, interrupted only by the sound of a blender.

She glared at you, clearly preparing an acid rejoinder.

You hurried forward as if you never intended to pause, "I mean, you have what sounds like a dream job. Sure the underage boys are off limits and tease you like crazy, but there's always seniors who're more than happy to practice pleasing a superior futa. They'll have to do it at work, until they get someone to properly claim them. But you never touch anyone except the worst men and then only once to correct them and maybe once when they graduate?"

She glared at you for a moment, then shrugged. "It's not really a secret, even if no one talks about it, that's just because they're embarrassed. I'm too big. None of them can...handle me. Never have been able to, except John," she flicked a sideways glance at you, "that would be Johnnie Jizzim."

You blinked. You knew the name of course, he was a very famous pornstar, one who's equally famous ass could stretch astoundingly, so much so that he'd even had some work in mainstream movies, first as a stunt double for actors who couldn't handle large insertions, then actually on screen. You'd know he'd gone to your school, but he'd graduated a decade ago. Your mind raced. You were sure the boys who came out of her office satisfied weren't lying, which meant that...you almost laughed, at the notion of one of the hottest, and apparently the biggest futa in school not truly getting to fuck in a decade, then you almost cried at the same idea. That was insane. Of course, there was no way you'd be able to take her without a lot of practice, which you hadn't done, you could take normal futa, or large futa, but something like what Johnnie did...

She clearly read your expression. "So, we'll head back to the school after the drink," she said firmly.

You ignored that, mind still focused on her prior statement. And suddenly something snapped into focus. "You must have...so much self control," you whisper, actually awed by it. You didn't know any futa who could stop on their own once their dick was in a man's ass. Even here, every man knew that you safeworded before the fucking really got started. You could do it later, if you were at real risk, but otherwise it was a dick move, because you'd basically be forcing them to break the rules and ignore the safeword.

Her expression shifts to one of surprise, and barely hidden pleasure at the praise, a slight flush over her sculpted features, then she forces it back into a frown. "Of course I do, I'm the Dean of Discipline."

The bartender, finally returning with her drink, almost spilled it at that statement, which had rather...different connotations here than at school. "Oh, I know. I use the standard safewords, green for go, yellow for pause, red for hard stop."

She gave you a flat look. "I'm familiar and it's always red before I'm three-quarters in."

The bartender's eyes widened as she gave you a warning look and Eleanor her drink.

You smiled at both of them, "I'll be right back. Enjoy the drink."

She caught your hand, "Don't run."

"Oh, I'm not going anywhere," you say with a smile and she releases you. You swiftly head back to where Will was, and ask for a few toys. He smiled, and gave you a warning, along with the toys and lube. As you poke your head out, you see Eleanor is talking to the bartender, not watching the entrance and you begin to sneak...towards her.

As you arrive behind her and whisper, "Stand up," even as you kneel down. She jumps in surprise, rising and turning to face you, even as you slide under her skirt. She wore no underwear of course, none could possible contain the behemoth under her skirt. Even partially soft, it was WAY too big, if delectable. This thing, when fully hard would fit neatly between her massive tits, taking it would fill your whole fucking torso. Johnnie must be a lot taller than he looked on camera just to not have this thing coming out his fucking mouth.

"Wha--" she started to say in confusion, which turned into a moan as your hands guided her massive cock out of the way. Equally huge balls rested on your head like an obscene warm hat and her cock fell against your back like the sheathed sword worn by Jennie of Rivia in your favorite game, and you buried your mouth in her cunt. Her taste was shockingly sweet and she was wet as futa usually were.

You heard a sound like thunder above your head as she grabbed onto the bar behind her for balance.

"What the fuck are you doing?" she squealed in surprise, but didn't either close her legs, which would have crushed you, or say 'Red' which would have stopped you.

As she could speak, you clearly weren't doing a good enough job and you drove the angled, futa-sized vibrator into her pussy, which made her moan and her cock rose off your back. You twisted it inside her, activating it as you sought for her g-spot.

Her moans turned to growls and the cock fully left your back, lifting her skirt and exposing what you were doing to the entire club. Thought that was just the security guards, the one dancer, and technically the married couple on the dance floor, but they were occupied with one another. You were putting on a hell of a show, and only getting started.