"Anddddd Action!"

"Fuck Academy 4! Scene 7! Take 1! And... Action!"

Sam waited a moment, then knocked on the office door as instructed.

"Come in!" Misty, acting as the guidance counselor, called to him enthusiastically.

Sam opened the door and walked to the desk. As he arrived, he noticed a plaque on the desk with the name "Nancy Smith." He stood in front of the desk, looking down directly into her immense cleavage. Even with the baggy khakis, he was sure his twitching bulge was easy to spot.

"M-missus Smith," he did his best to improvise but the name didn't quite roll off the tongue on such short notice. "You asked to see me?"

"Well hello, there, Mr. Turner," she chirped. "Well yes I certainly am. I've spoken with some of your professors recently and they all describe you as a very... gifted... student. I checked my files and saw that we haven't spoken once about what you plan to do after graduation! I'm sure college is on the horizon for the boy at the top of the dean's list, but getting into the best school takes more than good grades." As she said the word "gifted" her eyes landed on his crotch and her lips widened into a wide smile.

"Well... I..." Sam stammered, his gaze fixed on her perfect tits. It took him a second before he shook his head to break the spell, and responded. "I'm working on my applications. I get straight As. What else do I need to do?"

"Why don't do you have a seat?" She said, gesturing to one of the chairs. "Once you've turned in your forms, there are a lot of things you can still do. It's possible that any or all of the schools you apply to may invite you to an interview with an admissions counselor, where you'll be asked about your interests and what you hope to get out of going to their school. If they really like you, they may also ask if you want to tour the school or even spend a weekend in the dorms. If you get these opportunities, you need to be ready to take full advantage. And that's where I can come in." As she finished, she leaned forward, giving Sam another eyeful of cleavage.

"Oh! Sam half-shouted, flustered. "Well that sounds really important. Please help me prepare for these interviews!"

"Of course, Mr. Turner." She said. "Now, I heard from Mrs. Mellon that you put a lot of extra effort into her after class. That is exactly the kind of effort you'll need to put in on these interviews, young man." She licked her lips.

"I always give 110 percent in Mrs. Mellon's class. In all my clas... Wait. Did you say into her? Does this have to do with the new program she told me about?"

Mrs. Smith undid the top button of her blouse. "That's exactly right, Sam. She told me all about it. She was going on and on about her best student has the biggest brain and the biggest dick." She stood up and walked around to the front of the desk. "Now, you may not know this, but that's a huge advantage in college recruiting. Admissions departments are filled with divorced, thirsty ladies. If you can find a way to make your juicy cock available, they might be willing to let you in." She reached down on his lap and slid her hand down his leg.