Truth, to a point.

Helda took the opportunity to let her eyes roam across the superheroine. Small A cup breasts, just the size to envelop completely in a palm. Her outfit, always so revealing on the female superheroes, hugging her every feminine curve like a second skin with a tight thong sliding along the thighs like and arrow pointing to where she needed Helda most. Thin, trim, athletic without an ounce of fat. The sort of body made to be adored and caressed as only one who knew how should. Helda smiled a little wider when Liberty Girl shifted uncomfortably beneath the counselors ravenous eyes. Good lord, could she be more innocent? It would be a crime not to take her.

With knowledge of her growing hardness Helda took a seat behind the desk and crossed a leg. She indicated Liberty Girl should do the same, an invitation taken almost immediately as the heroine sat primly in a chair normally reserved for students. An elbow planted upon the desk, Helda tossed her blonde hair and lounged comfortably with cheek resting in her palm, a stark contrast to the rigid superheroine across from her.

“Ah yes,” Helda recalled fondly. “Melissa. A sweet girl. Very. Around your age I assume. I’m afraid she’s been a bit…sick lately. Something temporary I’m sure, but I thought it prudent she take some time off class to better recover. She’s at my house. Resting.”

Behind her mask, Liberty Girl narrowed her eyes. “Your house?”

“She has no family nearby to stay with,” Helda offered with a slight shrug. “And a woman is far more trustworthy with a **** student of the same sex than a man. Her young, supple body. Why, they might try and take advantage of the poor, **** thing. Wouldn’t you agree?”

Not completely, but Helda’s explanation held that slight ring of truth. Liberty Girl made a mental note to raise a few issues with the dean after this.

Helda’s eyes were watching her closely, as though they were stripping the girl already. Liberty Girl found herself shifting once more. Hands clasped on her knees, back as rigid as a board, she nodded. “I see. And, what is this illness.”

Helda tutted, an almost patronizing look on her face. “Doctor patient confidentiality.”

Bristling, Liberty Girl glared at the counselor. Many heroes did not give those without powers much in the way of respect, calling them fragile at best, stuffed up cops at worst. She bore it, because that was her lot to bare. But ordinary civilians, those who had seen nothing of what she had, let alone surmounted it, treating her with teasing contempt drew her ire. This was all clearly suspicious. A missing girl, some mysterious illness keeping her away, and the counselor evidently knowing all of the intricacies? No. There was something more here.

“I am not one of your students,” Liberty girl replied stiffly. Well, technically she was, but it was hardly the time for that. “A girl has gone missing and you seem to be the only one who knows anything. I would like an explanation.”

Helda’s eyes flashed. One with fire! Her smile grew a little wider, followed by a nod. “Very well Liberty Girl. I understand.” Helda rose to her feet as though the matter already decided, **** back a laugh as her hidden cock became level with the girl’s mouth. In good time. In good time. “Would you be satisfied with visiting Melissa and seeing that all is well?”

Liberty Girl rose hotly. “That would be a start.”

“Yes,” Helda replied with another cryptic smile and smoldering look. “It would.” A key suddenly twirled about her finger. “Shall we take my car?”