You falsely claim responsibility for the creampied teacher, and the assistant dean confronts you about your activities

It seems as if fate is determined to tempt you. On your way back down the stairs, ahead of you is a pair of students in their tennis club uniforms, carrying rackets. One is a dirty blonde, and the other is a particularly statuesque redhead, both with their hair flowing long and straight... and both being particularly well endowed in the bosom department, even better than your own. The tennis outifts stand out even against the typical crowds at a school like this... both young women are in skimpy spaghetti-strap tops cut low to show off a maximum amount of cleavage, and matching white miniskirts so loose and breezy that they make the little plaid skirts most students wear to classes look modest by comparison.

The blonde tennis player drops her racket while swinging it carelessly, and when she turns around to look, sees up your skirt as you descend the stairs... and what you've got awkwardly waggling from side to side as you hastily descend behind them. Her eyesbrows shoot up and she giggles with her hand over her mouth, turning and whispering to the redhead.

"Heya!" she says, grabbing your arm as you pass. "Matilda and I were just thinking it would be nice to get a doubles game going, but everyone else on the team was, snrk, 'too busy'... Matilda was going to ask her 'special' sponsor for the internship she's got coming up next year to join us but then we'd need a fourth... and, I dunno, this might be crazy but I can just look at you and tell you're good at... serving balls over the net."

The redhead rolls her eyes and snorts, shaking her head. She's smiling though. "Polly! Seriously? That's not funny." She nibbles on one finger. "Okay... maybe it's a little funny. And she does look like she'd be good at it. What do you say, ma'am?"

A needy throb runs through your lower body. "I'd love to - could you wait maybe... 15, 20 minutes?"

"Mmm, we'll see." Polly says. "If someone else shows up, we're not waiting."

You grit your teeth and push onward. "Damn it," you mutter to yourself, "those tennis players couldn't have snuck a look up my skirt and decided they liked what they saw half an hour ago, if they were going to?"

Immediately afterwards, you reach the mostly empty hallway where the study hall Mrs. Lopez and Jeanette locked themselves in is located. You get a very brief glance at the visiting soccer player Jeanette had mentioned, wearing a lime green long-sleeved jersey and shorts, with short brown hair. It seems like he was already walking away down the other end of the hallway. He turns around and glances at you from a distance, and you think you see a flash of suspicion as he picks up the pace to a light jog, rounding the corner and vanishing from your sight.

Unfortunately, you see the campus security guard standing there. As you walk up, you note that this is the first time you've seen any security officers... you weren't sure they even had any. It seems to be a woman a little bit older than you (a bit older than your real chronological age, that is, not factoring in the 15 years that your fitness, good genes and various gene-mods knock off your appearance) and a bit pudgier around the middle, though that also comes with a nice round backside that her dun-colored slacks show off nicely. She has her brown hair in a ponytail and wears thick glasses. Her face is a little on the homely side with some noticeably chubby cheeks and a wide jawline. Overall, she's probably the least conventionally pretty woman you've met in this academy, even less than the lunch lady you screwed in the food storage room on your first day here.

Oh well. You've got to put this raging boner of yours somewhere, and, if nothing else, she's got plenty of cushion for the pushing. You look down and read her name tag. "Hi, 'Patrice'." you say. "I was wondering if you could help me for a minute?"

"Hi there?" she says. "I'd love to... really, I'd love to," she says awkwardly, "but there's been a serious incident reported here. I can't tell you more, sorry. Um, my - I mean, the other campus security officer will be along any minute, and then maybe I can if the administrator gives me permission... It's not an emergency is i- AH! Sorry, sorry..."

Although you are confused for a moment, the way that Patty the security officer guiltily shifts her hands down to her dun colored slacks succeeds in drawing your attention to the prominent bulge in the crotch of her slacks that you might otherwise have overlooked. You can't help but raise your eyebrows which causes the dumpy officer to gulp again and turn away awkwardly. "Sorry, sorry!"

You just smirk and thrust your own hips forward a little bit, showing off and equally prominent protrusion under the hem of your own skirt. "Sorry for what? I take it as a compliment..."

Silently your mind is racing. On the one hand you have to give credit to this academy for having a surprisingly large number of futas on the staff, though that just makes it more hypocritical for them to treat prospective students with a little extra something between their legs so unfairly.

But, on the other hand, that makes your preferred course of action that much more risky. Since you started this wild bet you have been trying to avoid getting into intimate situations with guys, since once you are in the heat of the moment it's hard to stop before you're at the point of getting a load of cum in your pussy. This early in the bet, getting a belly full of someone else's kid would tank your chances of victory unless Claire makes the same mistake, which doesn't seem likely. But is risky as it is to let men cum inside you, a futa taking a creampie from a futa cock is the riskiest kind of sex there is. It's already more potent than normal male semen to begin with, but when another futa is on the receiving end, the effect is magnified.

And if you're asking Patty here for a favor, it's not likely she'll settle for being on the receiving end or getting a blow. As horny as you are you can't see yourself saying no to anything once you're in the saddle. Well... there's a certain naughty little golden-haired rule-breaker just begging to be punished for her transgression... and that's no hyperbole, she was genuinely annoyed you didn't pressure her.

"This is pretty serious though, officer." you say, adopting mock concern. Reaching into your purse you produce one of the last remaining of the condoms you brought with you and tampered with the old fashioned way. Patty looks shocked and crosses her legs instinctively.

"I'm really flattered, miss, er, uh, ma'am, but I shouldn't... don't let the administrators see you carrying those!" she hisses, glancing over her shoulder.

"No, you don't understand. I'd never use such a thing. I'm a woman of God, you know?" you say. "But I just caught a mischievous young blonde in a computer lab by herself, playing a holo of some very inappropriate acts. And when I told her I was going to inform the administration, she casually pulled THIS out," you wiggle the condom wrapper at Patty, making her gulp nervously, "...And this was a freshman who's only been at this Academy for a few months! I strongly feel that you should give her a stern talking to."

Patty adjusts her glasses - her nostrils are flaring and she's fogging them up. "Um... wow. That's pretty serious. I should go say something at least." she snatches the condom wrapper out of your hand. She touches her communicator. As if she were guarding a shipment of something priceless, she talks in a serious tone to her communicator: "Backup, I need backup at the south hall! Get out here and handle the report that soccer kid made until the A.D. gets here, I'll be back as soon as I can!"

It sounds like a response comes halfway through but Patty hands up on it immediately. "Thank you for calling this to my attention. Please don't mention it to anybody." she says, giving you a fumbling handshake. "I promise, it won't happen again."

You can tell by the way Patty's well-packed rump is clenched as she hustles off down the hallway how she is probably going to end up 'dealing' with that situation, whether or not she's already decided to. Maybe you can get her to return the favor to you later. Between Jeanette and now her, not to mention a teacher you saw pitching a tent yesterday while walking into a bathroom with a green-haired student, there are an awful lot of futas here for a station that supposedly disapproves of them so strongly.

"Alright..." you say as soon as Patty is out of sight and knock on the door. "Hello in there? Mrs. Lopez? You don't know me, but I'd like to help you out here. You can go ahead and-"

A dulcet voice comes from right behind your shoulder. "Got lost on your way out, Captain?"

"Oh, piss-crystals." you say as you behold the svelte purple-haired Mrs. Glidden, the assistant dean, approaching with a businesslike frown on her thin lips. The navy blue pencil skirt and suit jacket she is wearing are less revealing than the norm here, but you'd been looking forward to getting to see her again before leaving for the day, since she loved your performance on your amateur porn holo/historic re-enactment so much. But THESE aren't the circumstances where you wanted to see her.

Yet more unfortunately, it seems Mrs. Lopez only heard some of what you'd been saying. The voluptuous brown-skinned stellography teacher pushes the door open and hastily closes it behind her. "Hello, Valerie." she says, nodding to the assistant dean. "Like I said, I was... changing. I didn't hear you clearly. What is the problem?" she says in her smooth, husky voice. She starts to throw you a confused glance, no doubt wondering what the hell you have to do with this, but wisely keeps her focus on her boss.

Your hopes that the smell of sex and the bitter tang of fresh cum wafting up from between the mature latina goddess's shapely thighs was only noticeable to you due to your augmentations, are quickly dashed. Mrs. Glidden leans in and sniffs her subordinate, wrinkling her nose in disapproval.

"Mrs. Lopez," Valerie the assistant dean (whose first name you've now learned) crosses her arms over her chest, "I understand that there are going to be a certain amount of incidents here. Many of our girls are lacking in their moral education, and it's understandable they will make a few missteps along the way. And I also know that family members coming to visit their daughters, nieces and sisters sometimes hear the devil whispering in their ear and can't control themselves when the girls tease them. I acknowledge it's a problem, but we can't simply ban loved ones from visiting the academy, nor can we watch over our students every moment of the day."

"I could not agree with you more, Val-" Ms. Lopez starts to exuberantly agree, but is cut off when Valerie steps forward. Mrs. Lopez's attempt at a bluff trails off into a gasp as Mrs. Lopez sticks her hand up under her skirt. Reflexively, the tall, luscious brown babe spreads her legs as the shorter Mrs. Glidden's fingers slide down the front of her panties and slip inside her, feeling the warm, gooey mess that the young futa made of her teacher's pussy after an ill-advised leg-locking.

"Mhm." The purple-haired woman nods as she sliders two fingers deeper. "And I also realize that our teaching staff has been known to suffer from moral shortcomings. Tenure is a gosh-darn nuisance to administrate around, and we cannot afford our blessed academy's pure image to be tainted by the appearance of scandal. In any case, without temptation, there can be no virtue, and I think I have been making great progress gently tamping down on immoral acts of fornication during my tenure here."

"Unnnhhhhh!" Ms. Lopez, freshly fucked and now dealing with fingers sliding deep into her, cannot object, and the smell of her musk gets stronger in the air. The dean's thumb flicks over her clit as she wiggles her fingers as deep as they'll go in her sexy subordinate's cunt, until a shudder runs through Mrs. Lopez and she looks like she's about to collapse against the wall. Only then does Valerie pull her fingers out... with a thick glob of slimy white cum clinging to her fingers.

"But I am not God, Ms. Lopez, and my patience has limits." The purple-haired administrator says harshly, holding the dribbling cum up in front of her subordinate's face. "Illicit fornication is one thing, even with a student. I might even see fit to overlook the unnatural abomination of futanari fornication. But wilfully concealing a futanari infiltrating the school as a student, in flagrant violation of the school code, just for your own perverse pleasures? May god have mercy on you, because rest assured, the disciplinary hearing will NOT!"

Disdainfully, Mrs. Glidden flicks the semen away from her hand and grimaces as she pulls out a tissue to wipe her hand off. "I am sorry you had to see this, Captain. If you would keep this under your hat, I would be immensely grateful. We can discuss the details later."

"Not that I don't want to see what your gratitude looks like, dean," you say with a smile, stepping in front of Ms. Lopez, "but there weren't any students in the room. I wish I could thank whoever claimed to see a futa student railing the esteemed Ms. Lopez... it's flattering to be mistaken for a schoolgirl." you smile. "Did you think it was a coincidence that I was standing here? I'm the one who seduced your subordinate, dean. I couldn't control myself. And, you see... I have a pheromone genemod. It turns other people on without them noticing, just when they get a whiff of my arousal. So if you're going to snitch on Ms. Lopez to her husband, put the blame on me."

Mrs. Glidden looks at you, confused and a little annoyed. You chuckle. "Honestly, I'm surprised you didn't ban me from the academy when I showed that amateur porn movie of me giving a creampie to one of my favorite sex workers, roleplaying as my great-times-four grandma. Since your security staff seems to be preoccupied, I'll just show myself out. Hm hm hm... in fairness, don't you remember me saying I was going to make a donation to your lovely school?"

You slide your hand around the still-shaking Ms. Lopez's waist and plaant a wet kiss on her cheek, pulling her aside so you can them kiss her on her soft lips, making her even weaker in the knees than she already was. You then wink at Valerie Glidden. "And I'm afraid she wasn't the first one. That smoking hot librarian from this morning might be taking maternity leave right alongside our friend here." you run your hand over Ms. Lopez's stomach meaningfully. "Plus a cafeteria worker from the first day I was here, but who's counting? I'll level with you, dean: I've always had a fetish for schoolteachers. Overstepping my bounds is why I got kicked out before I ever finished university. I was really hoping to make some time with that big-titted history professor too, but I think she didn't like my re-enactment as much as you or most of her students did... no offense, babe." you say to Ms. Lopez.

Seeing what you're about, the deeply tanned hispanic woman plays along. "Oh... you... you filthy whore! You bitch!" she slaps you in the face, making you stumble away. "Telling me all that about how you wanted me to run away with you, preying on my insecurity, all the while you were shoving that filthy cock of yours inside my co-workers? And now you admit you were using pheromones on me?"

Mrs. Glidden stares at you blankly for a long few moments, then narrows her eyes. "As soon as that lazy idiot Patrice gets here, I'll have a look inside here and see..."

"Sorry, dean, I'm not hanging around. I have another meeting to get to, in the teacher's lounge." you stick your tongue between your front two fingers meaningfully, making the bespectacled assistant dean's eyes bulge out. "If you're not going to deal with me, I think I can manage to leave one more load in one of your staff members before I leave. I hope those maternity leave requests don't tax your budget too heavily!" you start walking away.

There's a few moments of silence, then you hear a muffled grinding of teeth and a rapid clicking of heels on tile as Ms. Glidden rapidly catches up with you and grabs your wrist. "Agghhhh! Useless guard - I knew I should have hired more than one. Come with me, Captain! I'll deal with you in my office!"

.....

A few minutes later you're back in the very same office where you met with Ms. Glidden the first time at the beginning of the week. Between the visitor's pass she gave you, and the data on which students had been caught with futa smut on their devices which you stole off her computer, Ms. Glidden's naive welcoming of you to her beloved school is indirectly responsible for no less than two dozen schoolgirls getting a pussy full of your devilish little swimmers. Actually... a couple of those were before you encountered her and a couple more were off campus, but it still makes you smirk.

"Captain Taffers," Ms. Glidden eventually says, "why exactly did you come to St. Vivians Academy? You told me, in confidence, that you were looking into it for your daughter to attend. But now, I am starting to strongly suspect you aren't even having a daughter."

"Hey," you say, "I never said that *I* was pregnant. Knowing the laws and rules on this station it's pretty much guaranteed the stork will be bringing a few daughters of mine to your fair station nine months from now. As to your question, didn't I already tell you? I love fucking schoolteachers. Stern ball-busting disciplinarians like the librarian... stuck-up intellectuals like that history teacher... warm, vivacious teases like Ms. Lopez... and, my favorite, principals..." you reach forward and grasp her hand.

"I'm an assistant dean. This is a junior college - there is no 'principal'." The purple haired lady says humorlessly.

"Close enough for me... I can tell you have a lot of tension and frustration built up. Were you a little jealous of your subordinate?" you lean closer, not breaking eye contact with her.

"Maybe I am." Ms. Glidden says with a sigh. You are a little shocked to hear her admit it so casually. Your eyes widen. "R-really? So you ARE into futas, too? You know, your librarian gave my ass a very well-deserved swatting with her ruler this morning when I got a boner in her library. But I don't think it was enough to teach me my lesson. Maybe something heavier is needed? When I was a kid and I really acted up, my mom would bring out a big wooden paddle... why don't you fire up that 3D printer in the corner and-"

"Captain," Ms. Glidden interrupts you firmly, leaning forward in her seat and giving you a good view of her cleavage, "would you like to tell me what is the nature of your contract with the Platinum Star Contract Law Guild?"

Over the past week, more than a few naughty schoolgirls have felt their stomach doing backflips when they looked down to see the condom on your thick futa cock in tatters... or that you'd never had one on at all. Now that karma is coming back on you, as you experience that same sensation of vertigo. "Platinum Star? Uh, I'm not sure... sounds prestigious..." you say, trying to buy time.

Valerie sighs and places a small cross-shaped device on the table. It looks like an ornament, but lights up when she presses a button in the middle. "I don't like having to pull this device out, but I must be certain. This is both a holo-recorder as well as a state-of-the-art lie detector, Captain Taffers. And just so you're aware - my father is a presiding justice of the peace here on St. Applegate, so please don' t try to bamboozle me with legalese. Of course, you're free to go at any time... but if you give me good reason to suspect you are guilty of serious crimes against my academy's staff or students, I may need to call daddy and get him to look into your ship and the circumstances of your visit more closely. So please, stay and answer a few questions, to put my mind at ease?"

You try to will yourself not to sweat. "Haha... you have a daughter in her late teens, but you still call your father 'daddy'? That's cute."

"I take family very seriously, Captain. But - as I found out when I requested some information on you after your presentation earlier - perhaps you do not." Valerie says with a cold smirk.

You wring your hands, digging your fingernails into your palm. God damn it, you think to yourself, that contract was supposed to be confidential! And after all the money I paid those assholes!

"I understand it's a rather exclusive service, despite having a somewhat checkered reputation of being willing to oversee any kind of contract, even those that skirt the edges of galactic law. But you must understand that means there are authority figures who they can't say no to. I thought they might stonewall me, but when I explained that I was an administrator from a prestigious school, the Platinum Star representative hastily reassured me that they 'did not condone Captain Taffers' actions and to report her if she violates galactic basic law'. So, Amanda - may I call you Amanda? - have you, to your knowledge, violated galactic basic law during your visit here?"

Though you may be a bad gambler, you have an excellent poker face. You purse your beautiful lips and flick your flame-red hair confidently. "No. I'm quite sure I haven't." Luckily for you, most laws are determined at the planetary or interstellar-national level, and galactic basic law is pretty bare bones, which is why smuggling is such a lucrative and popular profession. The "basic law" exists mainly so pirates, slavers, war criminals, murderers and so on can't hide from justice by skipping across jurisdictional lines. It says a lot about how permissive galactic basic law is that your less-than-ethical actions over the past few months didn't manage to break it. All those perky schoolgirls you've been inseminating are legally adults, and no **** or violent intimidation was used, so the Galactic Criminal Court doesn't care, even if you've been misbehaving really badly within those boundaries.

"That's a relief." Valerie says. Her posture relaxes, and she allows herself a smirk, resting her chin on one hand as she puts her elbow on the desk. "But you understand I was a little suspicious of your character at that point, which is why I requested they send me a copy of your agreement.

FUCK! FUCK! "FUCK!"

"Amanda! Language, please!" Valerie says with a disapproving click of her tongue. Whoops. Looks like you said that last one out loud. "Shall I take that to mean that you are, in fact, currently engaged in a wager with another futa trader as to which of you could impregnate the most people over a two year period, with bonus points awarded for each birth, as well as a bizarre list of special circumstances that only an extremely depraved mind could think of?"

A few tense seconds pass. But you keep your smile up as a shield. "Oops! I guess the cat is out of the bag now. Now you see why I couldn't pass up the chance to visit your academy. Getting to fuck a sexy school librarian would already be a dream come true for me, but knowing that she's from a religious institution, and a pregnant belly might be popping the buttons off her blouse in half a year? Mmm~ Tell your staff thanks for the points, and sorry-not-sorry to their husbands. I'm sure they'll do a great job raising my illegitimate kids." you say smugly, deciding the best thing is to get Ms. Glidden to tell you to get out so you can hasten to your ship.

'You owe me big time for this shit, Jeanette, whether you asked me to do it or not...' you say to yourself, making sure you aren't letting it slip out out loud this time.

Ms. Glidden drums her fingers on the desk, looking just a tiny bit annoyed. "So you've been seducing my staff. Dare I ask... both genders?"

Still smirking, you waver your hand uncertainly. "Eh... 80/20. I wouldn't get any points for getting pregnant by a guy, and it would make it a lot harder to win the wager, but we all have to trade favors sometimes, right? C'mon... don't tell me you've never bent over for a cock to get someone to bend the rules a little for you?"

Face flushing, Valerie opens her mouth and starts "Of course n-", but suddenly trails off into a cough as she glances down at the lie-detecting recorder. She takes a deep breath as you allow yourself the faintest hint of a giggle.

"Amanda!" Valerie raises her voice. "This nonsense can end right now! You're well aware what I want to know! The visitor who notified me of Ms. Lopez's tryst specifically said that she was with a brown-haired futa STUDENT. There is no way that anyone could mistake that... that unnatural neon glowing abomination on your scalp as 'brown'!"

"Unnatural?" you retort with a huff. "Babe, your hair is purple."

"Shut up! I was born with it!" She slaps the table. To your delight you notice that Ms. Glidden is even more attractive when she gets flustered. "Whatever you did with Ms. Lopez, was there or wasn't there one of my academy's students with a cock growing out of her? THAT is what I want to know!"

Luckily you'd already decided how to word this ahead of time. And if she starts asking more detailed questions you'll just feign boredom and demand to leave. "The only futa cock I've seen in person since I got here was when your security guard got excited to see me. Oooh, that reminds me - tell her which berth my ship is docked at, will you?"

Valerie looks down at the recorder. The button on top has remained solid green through the whole conversation. "I know there's something you aren't telling me. You only got here five days ago, but five students, as well as an unmarried volleyball coach, discretely registered with the health department that they're pregnant since the start of the semester - and that was less than three months ago! I suspected that a futa had infiltrated our student body well before I got that tip twenty minutes ago! I can see from your ship's records that this is your first visit to the station, so don't try and claim those pregnancies are your doing as well."

Your response is to blow air through your lips. "You run an academy with four thousand hormonal young women, don't allow them to get contraceptive implants or even condoms, hire a bunch of guys to teach them in classes, and let anybody distantly related to one of the students wander onto campus any time they want, and you're surprised there were a few pregnancies? I'm surprised there weren't more!"

Without a doubt, Valerie is getting hot under the collar. Partly she's indignant, but your enhanced senses can tell - she's starting to get turned on, too. She's crossing and uncrossing her legs, thinking you don't notice, as a flush creeps up her pale cheeks. "I'll have you know that there were fewer than five illicit pregnancies in the entirety of the last school year! And there were... just barely more than that the two years previous! With a gentle yet firm hand, I have been very successfully guiding my students to live virtuously ever since I took this position four years ago!"

It's a struggle for you to suppress a laugh. You're quite sure that Ms. Glidden genuinely has no idea that the only reason there were fewer accidents over the past few years is because one of the sororities found a way to smuggle in condoms and started distributing them on a mass scale. She genuinely believes what she said, not realizing that the girls of St. Vivian's have been riding more cocks than ever. It's a shame you won't be able to stick around to see her reaction when she sees the aftermath of this eventful week.

"I think we're done here." you say. "I should get going. You should learn not to be such a control freak, Val - can I call you Val?" you mock her by repeating her earlier condescension. "Accidents happen. I already admitted that I fucked a few of your staff because of my bet with Claire. Like I said, I have these gray-market pheromones, so put all the blame on me and put the angry husbands on my tail if you want. Wouldn't be the first time. Unless... you have something else to offer me?"

Valerie visibly calms down and clasps her hands. The console on her desk beeps, and she suddenly brightens up, getting a triumphant, aggressive smirk and narrowing her bewitching violet eyes at you. "Ah, glory be to god, perfect timing: Yolanda, send in Miss Kellers, would you?"

Kellers? That name sounds familiar... oh. Uh oh. You tense up.

The door slides open, and a young woman strolls in casually. A very pretty one with pale skin, a petite and athletic build, enticingly modest bustline, and her brunette hair in a single braid. Her eyes are half hidden behind a stylish pair of teashade sunglasses, and she's wearing a more modest uniform than most students, with a blouse that only shows a tiny hint of her midriff, and practical sneakers rather than high-heels. "About time, I've been waiting for, like-"

Jessica, the jogger who fatefully bumped into you just a few minutes before you spoke to Ms. Glidden for the first time. She does a double take upon seeing you in your seat. "YOU!" her formerly cool, casual voice becomes sharp. "So you ARE still here!"

"Ah." Valerie says smugly. "So that answers the question of whether you two know each other. You see, Captain, a short while after your inspiring class presentation earlier, Miss Kellers here sent up a request for your personal information, and expressed skepticism that the contact information you'd written on the whiteboard was entirely accurate, especially since you chose not to share your full name. Before I share that, Jessica, could you please tell me the reason why you were so adamant about getting this futa's personal details?"

"Huh?" Jessica glances back at Ms. Glidden. "Uh, no? I'd rather not. I need to have a private conversation with her. About something very important."

You are speechless - you can't think of an easy way out of this. Maybe it would be better to just confess? No, wait - there were witnesses who walked by while you were balls deep in Jessica's tight cunt. One of those other students was glancing your direction at the very moment you unleashed a torrent of potent baby batter deep inside the alluring athletic freshman now standing in front of you. Those other girls didn't suspect anything at the time (probably), thanks to Jessica's water fountain bluff, but that's still big time public indecency. Jessica seems to be a smart girl who realizes that both of you would be in deep shit if she spills the exact details, no matter how irritated she is.

"Are you sure about that, young lady?" Valerie says sternly.

But Jessica seems to have an anti-authoritarian streak, and she just rolls her eyes insolently. "Yeah, whatever, I'm sure. Can I have a word in private with Red here, now?" she says, pointing at you.

"Mmm..." Ms. Glidden purses her lips, flicking her eyes back and forth between the two of you. She opens a drawer on her hardwood desk and pulls out an electronic device with a pistol grip, powering it on with a whirr. "You seem flustered and erratic, Miss Kellers. Out of concern for your well-being, I judge it necessary to perform a deep biometric medical scan on you. Hold still." She points the device at Jessica and pulls the trigger.

Jessica huffs again. "What? No, I'm fine. Put that thing away." For a moment, you're perplexed by the assistant dean's sudden concern with the health of a young woman who looks as fit as could be... but then you realize.

Oh shit.