Visit the Dean

You head out eager to see how Dean Harris is feeling. You enter her office. Her assistant looks perplexed.

“The Dean isn’t seeing…”

“You’re so cute. The Dean will see me.”

You barge into her office. She is sitting at her desk, her face a picture of orgiastic bliss.

“Hello Maya. So nice to see you.”

She pulls her hand out from under the desk and licks her wet fingers suggestively.

“How are you feeling, Dean?”

“Really good. Emmy did something really naughty, didn’t she?”

“Of course. She’s a naughty girl.”

“I woke up feeling so…different, so satisfied. I remember some of the night. I had a blast with Taylor.”

“That you did. So what would you say if I had pictures of Ms. Devlin fucking a student.”

“I’d ask you to lose them. Ms. Devlin is one of our finest Professors. What other university has an actual demoness on staff. And, look at what she’s done for the students. She’s shaped Taylor in a perfect future member of society.”

“I was hoping you’d say that. Now if someone else brought you that kind of dirt what would you do?”

“Tell Ms. Devlin or you, so you could ‘take care’ of the problem.”

“Perfect.”

You let your eyes revert to their natural state.

“You’re…I’m so sorry….I shouldn’t have been so..”

You grin. “No need to apologize. You weren’t supposed to know.”

“Thank you. Thank you. Anything you need, just ask.”

“Of course. I know my little worshipper will be most dutiful.”

“I might have a really good idea, let me look into it.”

“You may. Also, you really should get a little lipo and some bigger tits. You shouldn’t be letting Emmy have all the fun.”

Her expression becomes one of wicked glee.

“Yes, thank you.”

You head out, knowing Ms. Devlin’s job will always be secure and the Dean is going to be one delicious fuckbunny.