Go to the “journalist workshop”

You know when you’ve been outfoxed. Not wanting to let your parents down, you try to act excited about the opportunity. “That sounds wonderful!” Your parents beam smiles at you, while Dr. Balkin simply grins, the briefest flicker of triumph in her eyes.

Soon you’re in Dr. Balkin’s car as she drives you to one of the nicer hotels in the downtown area. She parks in the covered guest parking lot and motions for you to follow her as she takes you up to room 358. Once she has you in the room, she corners you and yanks off your shirt, shoes, and pants. With you standing there in just your boxers, she picks up a cell phone and makes a call, giving the person on the other end your clothing measurements, hair color, and approximate weight. Once the call is done, she smiles at you as she clicks on a stereo sitting on the desk in the room. Soft sensual music fills the room as her eyes lock with yours, her body between you and the only door to freedom. “I was hoping we could take our time with this, but it seems that new curfew laws at school, along with your ****, require the timetables be moved up just a bit.” With that, Dr. Balkin unbuttons her blouse and slips out of it, revealing another silky barely-there bra, this one a deep red.

She walks slowly towards you, pushing you into the bathroom, then into the shower. After pulling off your boxers, she turns on the warm water, watching it cascade down your naked body as she undresses completely and climbs in with you, her hands stroking you harder than you’ve ever been so she can shave you nice and clean.