Sunday Review Part 1: Sue

SUNDAY PERSPECTIVE ONE: COLLEGE STAFF

Cedric Donaldson remained for a moment in the cold snow outside the college office as he looked through his keychain and found what he was looking for. Once he had it he walked inside his office and began to silently mutter as he felt a weird, all-consuming passion that he had never known before to continue growing within him. It was one of pure malice, hatred, and anger. Somehow, after all these fucking years, the school had decided to replace him as physics professor. Out of the blue and mid-semester he had received an email that he would continued to be paid through the end of the year but would not be teaching any of his classes. Once the year ended, he was simply going to be wished well in his future endeavors.

He was initially surprised but, as always, somewhat emotionally neutral on the issue. Emotions just cloud judgment and so keeping them as reigned in as possible had always been his perspective. Things had been changing for him though. As the day went on, he had become angrier and angrier. At this point he was absolutely furious. Especially after taking some time to find out who his replacement was and spent some time spying on her and her household. Apparently she was living with one of his students, a young man who was one of the brighter pupils that the school had. He saw Gerald as fairly intelligent though still nowhere near as smart as Cedric saw himself to be. And as he became aware of that, he felt the first vestiges of it occur. The transformation from curiosity and indignation to simmering fury and hatred. The more he watched the worse and more intense it became.

It was bad enough that the school thought they could replace him, but to think they would try to do so with some barely adult woman that seemed to spend more time fucking her wife and whoever else they ran across than actually studying and continuing her research. A woman her age obviously wouldn’t have the skills and knowledge necessary to be even an adequate instructor, let alone one as knowledgeable as he was. Downgrading from him to this “Candi,” girl was absurd to begin with but to make it worse, there was the obvious conflicts of interests that were present.

As far as he could tell, Candi had actually been living with the Thompsons prior to her recent marriage to Professor Fussi. And from the behavior she had seen from everyone involved, the notion that they had sex with one another seemed obvious. As if a teacher living under the roof of one of her students wasn’t enough, them engaged in a physical relationship was of course completely inappropriate and should not, under any circumstances, be allowed. His research had also led him to watching the press conference involving the Thompson family and their associates showing their pokepeople to the world. The woman claiming to be the mother of the family mentioned the pornographic streaming channel which Cedric had also taken some time to watch. He watched the stream involving another one of his students that he remembered from a couple classes over the years, Ms. Mabel LaRae. Seeing such an intelligent and thoughtful young woman reduced to an internet slut made him even more outraged.

It became even worse as he dug deeper. There was the email that was sent around to the staff and apparently Professor Fussi and Counselor Richter had worked together to arrange some sort of program where other staff members could sacrifice a little bit of their salaries in order to transfer that money to Professor Brown, who wanted to use that money to buy gifts for the students living in that house. Of course a staff member buying extravagant presents for students like that was also highly inappropriate. To make matters worse, the fact that many other members of the staff had already agreed to send a percent of two of their earnings to her meant that they were complicit in the breach of decorum. He didn’t know what was happening but it was all too obvious that Jessica and Gerald Thompson were somehow at the root of it all. They were somehow corrupting and destroying the respectability of the institution. And they needed to be taken care of.

Normally on a Sunday, he would be at home with his nose buried in some of the most recent studies related to his preferred area of study which was cosmology. The fact that he had abandoned such a large part of his extended break was a true testament to how serious he was taking the need to fix the problem that was destroying the university and that had gotten him fired. He was still on the staff though which meant he still had some authority. As he made it to his office he went to his computer and began the process of writing two formal requests for expulsion. One for Jessica Thompson and the other for Gerald Thompson.

But he couldn’t do it alone and he needed help so he decided to try to find some help. He remembered the professional, responsible, and no-nonsense woman that his coworker Michele used to be before her recent, silly endeavor into the sexual hedonism that she must have been tricked or blackmailed into joining. Behind her back in the past everybody had always said she was an unpleasant person to talk to but to be honest, Cedric had never seen the problem. Her Womans’ Studies classes may have been a waste of time but she was at least good at them and knowledgeable on the issues and had low tolerance for the various excuses students could make up regarding their desire to put of their studies. In fact the time he had refused to provide a student with a makeup test after missing one because of an auto accident, she had been the only member of the staff that seemed to support him. As far as they were both concerned, even if the car was totaled, if the student didn’t need to go to the hospital they should have been able to make it to the proper testing time. When Michele walked into his office with the warm smile and a completely unprofessional outfit on, he knew he had to save her from herself.

As she entered the room, Cedric didn’t hesitate to begin explaining his plan. He began discussing his problems with Michele’s recent behavior as he had spied on her. He voiced complaints about having sexual relations with a student and, now that her wife was a member of the faculty, having a relationship with a coworker. He spoke about how improper and unprofessional all of that was. He criticized the nature of Michele’s outfit and her suddenly more sultry and improper body language. As he spoke, something odd happened. After locking eyes with her and beginning to go on his rant about proper and professional conduct versus slovenly, slutty behavior his eyes began to develop a slightly purple glow to them.

As Cedric’s eyes began to glow and he ranted, Michele remained where she stood, eyes locked onto the man she was talking to and she found that she couldn’t help but agree with absolutely everything he said. As he spoke, the purple glow that shone in his eyes began to be reflected in Michele’s and as he spoke, she began to repeat what was said. Even though he didn’t stop speaking, she was able to hear and devour his tirade while talking. As he finished, she stopped talking a moment afterwards and the changes she had experienced thanks to the Random Remote were largely forgotten about and repressed. Not only had her mind changed, but somehow her clothing had been altered as well. Not that there was anything wrong with it, she should be grateful since whatever happened had put her into a far more fitting and appropriate outfit.

When at last he finished it took a moment for Michele to return to her senses completely but when she did, she saw the world and her last couple of days in a whole new light. She quickly began to thank Mr. Donaldson for making her realize the error of her ways and that she had behaved in completely unacceptable ways. Happiness and joy was no excuse for it. She would need to stop all contact with the Thompsons, she would need to request her full paycheck back from Ms. Brown, and if her wife was unwilling to quit her job they would need to file for divorce. Workplace romances were totally unacceptable and with Candi being so loyal to Jessica and Gerald, their relationship might not work out after she cosigned Professor Donaldson’s expulsion papers. It might be best to just end that relationship. Her pokepets had sex in public which was also not appropriate so she might need to let them go when she got home.

But before that happened, Michele looked at the other teacher and decided his persuasive arguments were brilliant enough that they might work on others. Professor Brown was a bright woman as well who would see reason if they spoke. She also remembered the old Ms. Richter and realized the counselor had also been effected and twisted just like the other teachers were. The four of them combined could probably get the Thompson twins permanently banned from school property and activities by the end of the week. With her suggestion, Mr. Donaldson agreed and he had the woman drive him to Cassandra’s house.

When they arrived two things happened. First was that the annoying dog wouldn’t shut up and made it hard for Professor Donaldson to explain everything to Ms. Brown. Luckily she was too transfixed by his stare to notice as Michele roughly grabbed Marigold’s collar and **** her into the bathroom. It didn’t silence her but the closed door did muffle its barking enough for the two humans to drag Cassandra out into the hallway and close the door to her apartment. With two doors shut it was now much easier to speak to her and he was able to explain the horrible effect that the Thompson twins had on her as well as the school. Just like with Michele, Cassandra’s mind seemed to permeate the woman’s mind more effectively than her own thoughts and soon enough, she was agreeing to everything he said just like Michele. As her mental acuity returned, she likewise noticed that her wardrobe had changed to something more fitting for a professional woman.

As her mind began to clear, just like Michele had earlier, she found herself agreeing with everything that Professor Donaldson said. Her crushes on Jessica and Gerald were both improper and should not be allowed. She in fact felt so bad about it that she considered stepping down as a professor effective immediately. Were it not for Donaldson’s words making it clear that the Thompsons, being at the center of so much must, mean that they were responsible she would have done so without hesitation. With a serious and determined scowl, Cassandra agreed to help with Professor Donaldson’s expulsion plans. If that dog didn’t shut up she would definitely need to get rid of Marigold as well, such a loud disturbance in an apartment was also completely improper. Honestly the creature was acting and barking like it was frightened or had been attacked or something. She wanted to go check on her dog but Professor Donaldson said that it could wait and of course, Cassandra agreed. Their next priority was to arrange a meeting with Sue Richter. Thanks to their Holidays with the Thompsons, convincing Sue to meet was incredibly easy. The counselor said she wanted to go by her office to look at some files anyway so they could meet there.

The truth is that when she received the call from Cassandra, Sue was in her office with her punk posse outside and a new friend that none of them seemed particularly fond of. None of the others seemed to have animosity towards her, they just seemed to think she was a bit too clean and prissy. Sue remembered what Marigold had told her about somehow ‘knowing’ it when she encountered a prospective person to join her magical girl team but didn’t understand what the dog meant. She had spent the last day wandering the campus looking for recruits to no avail so she decided some student records might help. From what she had seen of this Random Remote thing it seemed to have a sexual proclivity so she thought looking into some of the student history for some of the more promiscuous ones might help. Or maybe those who had traumas that fucked up their sexual lives in the present day and needed a bit of a helping hand. It was as Sue went to her office that they walked past Libby half an hour ago. Sue and her locked eyes, just acknowledging the girl’s presence as they walked around each other on the sidewalk and as she did, Sue felt it.

Libby

She didn’t just feel it though, she saw it. The girl looked like a fairly innocent, cute, mousy little woman but somehow as they locked eyes, Sue realized that there was something hidden under her bashful appearance. Sue somehow was able to sense that this woman, without any Random Remote or magical alterations was every bit the ravenous, sexual beast that Jessica and her friends and family had become. To the surprise of her punk followers and the woman herself, Sue jumped on her. Instead of walking around her as originally intended, she walked into her and locked lips with the woman. The surprised woman was too alarmed to say or do anything but after a moment of shock, all attempts to pull away died and she began melting into Sue’s body and kissed her back. As they began to make out mutually, Sue pulled down the front of her purple vinyl skirt so that her black panties were exposed. Sue led as the two slowly became more intense until She let one of her hands interlock with one belonging to the woman she had just met and pulled away from the kiss. She looked away from her lover’s eyes and instead turned to look at the woman’s hand as she held it. “So, what are the fucking odds that this will be the fist that rapes my cunt today?”

The other woman just stared at her own hand and as it was grasped by the slut that just accosted her as she cut across campus on her way to grab a bite to eat at a nearby restaurant. A half second into the **** kiss, Libby had begun to feel the repression that covered up her perversion and horniness begin to fall away and as she continued to make out, began feel her constant need to be perceived as a good girl, an innocent girl, a sweet woman, etc begin to fall away. These desires were replaced by a need to be herself. Hardly a day when she went out in public that she didn’t wind up fantasizing about having sex with someone. Heck, sometimes she fantasized about fucking just about everyone. She didn’t ever do that though. She would just go home and rub herself off, often multiple times as she fantasized about the people she encountered when out and about.

She continued staring at her hand and told Sue that if she was a good slut, not only would that fist **** her, but she had two fists. With Sue having two holes so close together, who knows what could happen possibly at the same time. The two then began walking together as Sue began leading the young woman to her office. She led the way with her crew behind her and told anyone that wanted to smoke they would need to do it outside as she unlocked the door and led the girl inside.

Instead of looking through records as she initially intended to do, Sue ended up sitting behind her desk and getting to know the woman she had just met while her crew either sat in the lobby or stayed outside to have a smoke. Her name was Libby, she lived in one of the nearby dorms, and was on her way to grab some food when Sue started taking advantage of her. She was 19, her primary focus of study was psychology, and her minor and greatest passion was music. Classical was her favorite but country, rock, rap, pop, or whatever else it didn’t really matter. It quickly became clear that she was borderline obsessed with it as Sue encouraged her to talk about it and Libby talked about it nonstop. People had always called Sue a motormouth and gave her grief for it, but she had nothing on this one. When Sue allowed her to just gush about music, there seemed no end to how deep she could go.

She didn’t even pause until she started talking about her own music. She started learning to play piano thanks to a friendly aunt who barely remembered her lessons from youth but knew enough to get Libby started when a friend had gifted her a relatively cheap keyboard for her 7th birthday. With the help of an instruction booklet and her own memory, the aunt was able to talk Libby through the basics of learning how to read music and that’s where it all started to go right for her. She didn’t understand why or how, but for Libby, it just made sense and she was able to understand the basics by the end of the day.

Sue continued to talk to her and it turned out that the only subject that could come close to invoking the same level of passion from her was masturbation. She blushed a little bit when Sue first started steering the conversation towards the topic of sex but once Libby started talking about it, she acted surprisingly shameless about how much she loved to get herself off using all sorts of different toys. She was in fact quite fond of going to the bathroom before marching band practice and using her clarinet’s mouthpiece as an aid to jill herself on. Then she would clean most of the juices off but still have a little bit of her own flavor on her lips as everyone played together.

As she finished mentioning that, she worried that she might have relaxed too much and said more than she intended but Sue just smiled. This bitch would fit right in with her and Jessica’s respective crews. Sue just shrugged off the woman’s concerns and actually offered her office as a place for her to do it. Sitting on one of her chairs would probably be a hell of a lot more comfortable than a toilet seat, there would be less chances to get interrupted since Sue could lock the door, the relative privacy would let her make a little more noise, and her office wasn’t terribly far from the band’s practice hall. Libby look astounded by the offer until Sue said it would come with a catch and then she placed the four marbles that Marigold had offered her earlier in the middle of her desk and in a moment, transformed into her magical girl costume.

This was her first attempt at trying to convince someone to join her troupe and it showed all too much. While the seemingly magical wardrobe change and magic wand appearing out of nowhere seemed cool, Libby didn’t buy it as anything more than stage magic. When Sue started bringing up the talking dog, following a woman she hadn’t met named Jessica, and a magical kink-creating remote control the student quickly became convinced that the counselor was either crazy or fucking with her. Her position at the school had Libby leaning hard towards the latter. Sue asked the other woman to simply grab one of the marbles and she would understand. A request that Libby initially refused. If she was being fucked with, if there was some sort of prank involved here or something, and it involved grabbing one of those balls, then she wasn’t going to do it. She didn’t know if it would explode into a ball of powder or paint or what but she didn’t want to be the butt of the joke.

She began thanking Sue for her time and getting up from her chair to leave but was stop dead in her tracks when the door to the counselor’s office was **** open. Sue had locked it and when the door opened, neither lady realized who the man on the other side of the door was. Or at least they wouldn’t have had Sue not noticed the Sheriff’s badge on the front of his police uniform. Sue had gotten use to the pink pigtails and tattoos rather quickly so seeing the sheriff looking like his old self was hard to place for a moment. Except he didn’t look like his old, pre-punk self all that much either. He looked more stern, masculine, and like more of a hardass than he ever had before. Sue ran to the door to figure out what the hell was going on but was stopped dead as she saw everything on the other side of the doorway. The sheriff was now in his standard police uniform and behind him, every one of her punk posse was now wearing various different suits. All of them with completely bland and unexceptional hair, none of them appeared to have tattoos or piercings of any kind, and they had expressions that made them look like proverbial sticks in the mud. Next to them stood Cassandra, Michele, and in the center was Professor Cedric Donaldson.

Everyone deferred to the professor and encouraged him to “straighten her out,” as Donaldson stepped into the office and once more his eyes took on a purple glow and he looked at Sue. He spoke about the importance of respectability and decency when helping students while chastising Sue for the way she dressed and had been swearing all the time. He took little notice of Libby, deciding to deal with her after the greater threat was taken care of as he began instructing the counselor on proper dress codes, vocabulary, and behavior. As all the others had done, she found herself unable to disagree with anything he said and Sue’s magical girl attire vanished. Her punk look returned but only for a moment and Libby sat spellbound as she saw more things happen that could have been stage magic but something about the tone and tenor of the man’s voice made her worried. She knew something was wrong and, as Sue’s body and clothing began to smoke and rework itself back into her old style, Libby knew she had to do something.

There was no way she could take Professor Donaldson, the sheriff, and all the others in a fight. Escaping might even be impossible as well as there were many bodies and not a lot of open area between her and the exit. She saw but one possible chance to save herself and Sue, that was by hoping one of these marble things could actually do something. Reaching out she grabbed one randomly and felt it immediately. Just as Sue had known what to say when presented with her magic want, Libby felt the words form in her mind as if she had been dreaming about a neon sign. As loud as she could, she yelled “In the name of self-pleasure, I shall save you!”

Upon saying the words a sudden bright flash of yellow light appeared and it caused Professor Donaldon to look away from Sue for a moment and towards the offending glow. He saw a bright, yellow, swirling mist that strained his eyes as Libby’s clothes morphed into a yellow top and skirt that showed much more skin than it hid. In fact as the mist behind her began to clear, the surprised woman bent forward slightly and both of her nipples popped out of her outfit. For the finishing touch, the yellow orb in her hand began to elongate and expand, taking the form of a long tube. While Donaldson and Sue didn’t recognize it at first, Libby didn’t even need to look at it to realize it had begun turning into a flute.

Both Libby and Professor Donaldson stared at each other for a moment and they both came out of their reveries around the same time and both had a similar conclusion. They both decided that the other was a threat. Libby didn’t know much but she had seen enough to realize there was something about the man’s eyes that was weird and dangerous. Not wanting to put herself at risk, she closed her eyes to prevent him from locking gazes with her. Trying to fight with her eyes closed, especially since he had so many followers, didn’t seem like a likely winning scenario. Libby felt a surge of magical power coursing through her body but wasn’t quite positive she knew how to use it. Being attacked by around 10 people while she had to keep her eyes shut didn’t seem like the best of opportunities to learn either. But Libby was a bit of a nerd and a geek and she had seen enough cartoons and read enough comic books to feel like she might have the answer literally in her hand. If whatever magic was in that marble had turned into a flute, she hoped playing it would help her figure out the rest.

As she began to play the flute, all questions about something weird and possibly magical going on vanished immediately. She never could have imagined mixing her passion and her sexual hobby could have happened this literally. As she began playing the instrument in her mouth, she felt a sensation that was most comparable to a mouth and a tongue working it’s way inside of her pussy. As her fingers flew across the body her her new magical instrument, she felt other sensations fly across her body. Some notes would cause a surge of pleasurable sensation in her anus, another would bring a rush of pleasure to her breasts, when she played a C note she swore that she felt a soft pair of lips pressed against her cheek. That wasn’t all there was to the experience though. As she played the flute, she began to taste her own cunt on the mouthpiece and the more she played it, the more she tasted herself. It was as if her magical flute and pussy, or more precisely all of her erogenous zones were linked. The louder and more skillfully she played the flute in her mouth, the more pleasurable the effects on her body became. As if everything she currently experienced wasn’t unexpected enough, as she played, she also felt a little bubble of gas beginning to build up inside of her vagina. She didn’t know how she knew, but she knew that was going to be the way she would win. But the longer she held off, the stronger her final attack would be and she needed to hold it in as long as possible to ensure the threats around her would be neutralized.

With her eyes closed she couldn’t see what was happening with everybody else so she failed to see that Donaldson was getting rather upset. He had been interrupted while trying to fix Sue and bring her under his will. Her wardrobe had shown the professional side had begun to return but that’s about all. She was in a respectable suit, her body modifications had disappeared, and she would now speak without a bunch of vulgarities but that’s as far as he had gotten; there was a lot more he needed to explain to her about her behavior as it came to sex and public displays of affection. Now when he spoke to the rest of his recruits, the student’s annoying music seemed to be drowning out his voice and no matter how fervently he ordered the Sherriff or one of the others to silence her, they didn’t seem to hear him and didn’t respond. If that wasn’t bad enough, the music she played was working it’s way into his head and corrupting his thoughts. There was something undeniably sensual about the way she played and fingered her instrument, the sound that came out was sultry, and it was making him uncomfortably aroused. The revealing clothes the young woman wore as her nipples kept themselves in his field of vision only distracted him further. As he heard the music and saw her chest shaking around, he found a strong desire to put one of those areolas into his mouth and suck on it. More than anything though, the music made him want to take his cock out and begin stroking it to the show in front of him. He saw the rest of his compatriots were obviously in states of enhanced arousal from the effects of the music judging by some of the deep breathing, tented trousers, and stiff nipples he could see through some of the clothing. It seemed that as much as he hated engaging in conflict himself, he was going to need to. This woman needed to be stopped and he was the only one in a mental state to do so.

He never was able to do so though. While Sue didn’t have the sexual connection to her magical girl power and she had been made much more into her old self, she still had the motivation to protect her students that drove her to become a counselor in the first place. Likewise behind him, the closest person was still the sheriff and the need to be a ‘proper police officer’ had been driven into him by Donaldson. For Sue the idea of a teacher attacking a student wasn’t allowable while the police officer by the door could clearly see the aggressive step taken towards Libby. Donalson’s brainwashing had convinced them that **** should not be permitted so when the professor moved to get Libby, both of them got in his way.

Libby continued to play, keeping her eyes closed not knowing that Professor Donaldson’s programming of his followers had apparently backfired and two of his disciples were what allowed her to continue her performance. As if the music drowning out his voice wasn’t enough, the arousal caused by the music made concentrating on his mind control powers difficult and there was no way he could fight both Sue and the Sheriff. He had never been much of a fighter or an athlete. Sue was a few years from college track and the Sheriff of course knew how to disable others. Their combined athletic skills and desire to prevent **** made him unable to get to Libby. Both of them in fact chastised Professor Donaldson for his improper, imprudent, and boorish behavior. They told him that Libby’s playing and performance wasn’t proper, that her exposed nipples was uncalled for, but not enough to resort to **** over.

As she continued to play, the pleasure across her body steadily increased as did the feeling of gas inside her quim. Inside of her, somehow the magic that was fueling her let the musician know how her most potent magical attack worked and, if she wanted to get the range necessary to effect all of these people, she would need to build it up a little while. She kept expecting to be interrupted but didn’t stop because she felt she needed, ‘just a little more power’ and she did eventually opened her eyes after about two minutes of not getting interrupted. When she did, Libby saw the faces of Donaldson who had stopped struggling and was in thought.

She took a moment to relax and build up her attack when she saw a moment of realization seem to go through his eyes. Donaldson pointed at Libby, specifically at her chest and exposed nipples. The flute was still drowning out his words so he made a motion to indicate that she should cover up and the teacher then took off his suit jacket. Libby felt the man was in no way going to stop at covering her breasts up and was just using that as a pretense to make her stop playing her flute. Unfortunately for her, both of her temporary protectors agreed that bare nipples were inappropriate and stepped aside, falling for their leader’s rouse. Libby knew that it was now or never to unleash her attack.

Before he could get to her, Libby pulled the flute away from her lips, placed her hands onto the right position to play a C note, and then placed the mouthpiece into her vagina after pulling her skirt up and pulling her panties to the side. With the instrument in place, the explosion of gas began to exit her pussy and as she queefed, the air passed out through the flute and sounded a note of pure pleasure. It was released a lot slower and lasted a lot longer than she expected, but as she used her White Noise attack, every person who heard the note began to experience a mind-numbing, body debilitating orgasm.

The only one that didn’t cum was Libby herself but she was close enough that she began fucking herself with the flute and as she did, she felt the gas that fueled her magical queef and powered her attack beginning to grow again which provided her with even more staying power for her siren cum call. When she came, all of her stored up power came flooding out at once and with that, the volume of sound Libby’s flute created increased and with it the power of the orgasm everyone experienced did as well. As everyone had already been rendered completely helpless by the orgasm they had already, it meant Professor Donaldson and his compatriots were rendered even more helpless than they had been before.

While she was weakened and winded from her own orgasm, the one Libby experienced was relatively normal so she was able to get up again before anyone else. When she did, she thought she saw a glint of the old Sue, the one that made out with her in public without permission as they locked eyes. Libby asked her how she was feeling and she groaned.

“That was one fucking hell of a god damned orgasm. Straightened my shitty brain right the fuck out and I sure as shit can think clearly again so I fucking thank god for your bullshit. My ass, tits, and cunt have been beaten and fucked like hell for the past damn week but my twat never came like that...”

Sue started talking about her boring ass clothes and her body remaining in the same mundane, professional, normal garbage that Professor Donaldson had talked her into. As she started talking about needing to get a makeover to get back to a look that she wanted, Libby looked over at the Sherriff and asked him what he was thinking and it seemed his mind was also back to the way it was before Professor Donaldson spoke to him. He swore about his hair being short and brown again and complained about how long it was going to take to get back to the longer pink pigtails he had before. He then unbuttoned his pants, reached a hand down the front of his pants, and smeared some of his own sperm on his face. He said that made him feel a little bit more like Fuckdoll again but would need a nice dress, makeup, and a boob job before he would really feel comfortable and like his old, true self again.

Libby didn’t know all the people in the room so she didn’t know what their ‘normal’ personality was so she had to rely on Sue to find out and after going to talk to her punk disciples and fellow staff members, it seemed that at the very least that they had been returned to normal which left Libby in a rather awkward position. As Sue had gone out to check on everybody else, her and the Sheriff who once again preferred the name Fuckdoll, remained in the counselor’s office with Professor Donaldson who rested his back up against the desk while sitting on the floor and recovering from his orgasm. The public **** cum that was now drying inside of his underwear though didn’t seem to be the biggest aspect of his embarrassment.

He didn’t look at either of the two people sharing the room with him as he began to speak while staring blankly into the middle distance in front of him. “I do not know what happened to me. When I was initially informed that my services were no longer required by the university, at first I was perfectly fine with the decision. I have been frugal over the years as my lifestyle is rather inexpensive so money was never an issue. I have been able to save up enough over the decades to survive comfortably for several years without work if necessary. For the first hour after my dismissal in fact, I found myself looking forward to spending my Mondays reading papers to help understand some things I have been lacking the time to study properly.

But around that hour after my removal, I found myself becoming curious as to whom my replacement would be. The curiosity overwhelmed me and I began exploring as I was certain nobody acquired on such short notice could perform my job as well as I do. My investigations revealed my replacement was a woman that seemed barely out of high school herself and that’s when the rage and obsession began to take over. I don’t know what happened next.”

Libby had been looking at the man and listening to him as he spoke. Sheriff Fuckdoll had at first but stopped listening when realizing that whatever had been going on was over now. He was more worried about what had come over him. How one guy’s random speech had twisted his mind to such a degree confused and alarmed him. The detective side in him led him to begin interviewing the others in the room to see if they could understand what happened to them. He hoped their testimony could help him figure out what was going on. Libby therefore listened to Professor Donaldson alone as he continued.

“I recall everything that happened, that’s not what I mean by having a lack of knowledge. I don’t know why the eventual termination incensed me to the degree that it did. In retrospect I can see myself getting upset at feeling replaced but not as bad as I was.”

Libby finally acquired the man’s direct attention by responding and asking if he was possibly concerned about his students education becoming subpar. He gave that a moment of thought but shook his head after a little while. “I don’t think so. At least that wasn’t the bulk of my anger. I have always valued the advancement of science and knowledge as a top priority so having substandard teaching is of course a problem that I would prefer to do away with. Having students that come in to the field and see things from a new angle or perspective always has a chance to provide new insights. Even if the majority of them are foolish, proving them wrong or explaining it still allows the one doing it to further their knowledge and research. That’s an endearment within science to me; even the wrong guesses can at times have tremendous value and provide learning experiences. But no, it wasn’t anything along those parameters. I haven’t had time to do a great deal of self reflection but I think my actions over these past couple of days was driven solely by pride and resentment.”

It was as he said this that a few others began walking into the room and looking around at the scene with Libby listening to Professor Donaldson’s explanation. There was a moment of awkward silence as everyone stood around, many kind of thinking this is where the man should offer an apology for whatever happened but it became clear after a little while that one wasn’t coming. Professor Donaldson always had a rather unapologetic and self-absorbed reputation so the teachers and Sue weren’t particularly surprised. It was Michele that spoke to him first though. “Would it make you feel better if you could sit down and talk with your replacement to at least gauge her knowledge? To see if she’s at least a decent replacement? She’s my wife, I could arrange a short sit down for you two after lessons tomorrow if you’d like.”

After a little more conversation they were able to work out an arrangement and everyone desperately felt the need to get back to their lives. Sue and her clique needed to get their tattoos back and dye their hair as soon as possible, Cassandra had to head to the bank early to begin work on some of the home improvement loans she wanted to take out, and Michele said she felt so bad about momentarily maintaining the notion of getting a divorce that she was going to ask her wife and pokepets to fuck the ever-loving hell out of her so she would never even consider doing something that stupid ever again. At least that’s what she initially planned to do. After looking at her cell phone she had apparently received a text message from someone and it had given her a truly marvelous idea. Instead she texted Jessica and asked if she could borrow Jade for the night. One-by-one everyone had to go their separate way and do their own thing as Sue left with her student-savior in tow and offered her a reward for what she did in the office.

“Well, it seems your friends are um, how do I say it politely? They are rather open about their sexuality it seems?” Libby made a statement that sounded like a question but it made sense to Sue. She was still not used to the blatant sexuality of the Thompson-related crew so a little bashfulness was to be expected.

“We’re all a bunch of fucking sluts. You don’t need to piss around about it. You fucking want to join in and get your cunt stuffed too?”

“No, well yes. I guess I do, just not by any of you. I’m not sure if you heard my oath in there or were distracted by what Professor Donaldson was saying but I’m not really into having sex myself. I do love orgasms and getting off and masturbating though. I do that. Like, a lot. Sometimes I have a hard time finding good porn while doing it though...”

Sue interrupted her as she felt she knew where this was going. “So you want to jam some dildos into your twat while watching some of our friends fuck? If that’s the shit you wanted why didn’t you just fucking say so? The lead whore of our group is a sexy bitch named Jessica and her boyfriends a literal god damned cuck. Having motherfuckers watching our asses while we fuck isn’t anything new. Just take my number and give me a fucking call whenever your puss is a little heated and you want to blow off some steam...”

The two continued talking as they walked away from the now locked office while talking about sex and the magical team that Sue had been charged with creating.