College Counselor

The student union had a large open area full of chairs, couches, and tables. One one side there was a small coffee shop that sold drinks and a small selection of snacks. On the other side were a couple of pool tables, foosball tables, an air hockey table, and some dart boards. There was a large group of students sitting around, chatting and/or studying.

You go get a coffee and a large chocolate chip cookie and find a seat and people watch. As you enjoy your snack, you think about what you have been doing. With this new power, you have done some pretty perverse things to people, some of whom you did not even know. You felt a twinge of guilt, but the power made you feel so good. Before you had this power, you were pretty much a nobody. You were ignored at best or picked on at worst. You justify what you are doing as making the world a more perverted yet far more interesting place.

As you sip your coffee, you notice a couple of girls that pique your interest. They are sitting by a window and one seems to be consoling the other. The one doing the consoling is a pretty blonde, and the one who seems sad looks to be Asian with black, silky hair.

You finish your cookie and head over closer to them. You get close enough to overhear their conversation.

"Look," says the blonde. "You're a junior, you have all A's and B's, just try to forget Michael, and focus on your studies."

"I know I should," says the other girl, "but we dated since our sophomore year in high school, you know, and he leaves me for some stupid sorority bitch?"

You walk up closer. "Excuse me, ladies, but I could not notice this one seems sad. I'm pretty good with counseling. May I help?"

The blonde looks up at you with disgust. "No, and I think it's lame of you to hit on her like that."

The other girl looks at you and shakes her head.

"Would you rather calmly and honestly answer my questions, or would you rather have a three-way with me?"

"Gross!" says the blonde. "We are not having a three-way with a jerk like you!"

"Yeah, really?" says the other girl.

"What are your names?"

"Carrie Ann," says the blonde.

"Mia," says the other.

"So, Mia, would you rather spend the rest of your college days focusing on making good grades and sucking as much cock as possible or being miserable and making bad grades?"

"What a stupid question," says Carrie Ann.

"Really, but I'd rather make good grades, so I guess grades and sucking cock."

"What is your problem?" Carrie Ann asks you.

"Carrie Ann, do you have a boyfriend?"

"No, and I'm not looking for one," she says. "I don't need a boyfriend."

"What do you need?"

"A better job."

"What's wrong with your job?"

"I'm a hostess, and they cut back my hours, and I don't work weekends any more. That's when I made the most money."

"Would you rather wear a skimpy, sexy french maid uniform and clean frat houses on the weekend for $50 an hour or would you rather give $5 blow jobs to homeless men?"

"Ewww, but I'd rather clean the frat houses."

"Good," you say. You turn your attention back to Mia. "Would you rather love sucking cock and having guys cum in your mouth or on your face, or suck lots of cock and hate it?"

"Geez!" says Mia. The girls are not sure why they are answering such vulgar questions, but they have ****. "Of course I'd rather enjoy it."

"And would you rather orgasm every time a guy cums in your mouth or on your face, or feel pain when it happens?"

"Orgasm of course."

"And as long as you're in college, would you rather crave both cum in your mouth and on your face or not crave it but have everyone on campus know you are sucking as much cock as possible?"

"Crave it I guess."

"Look, what's going on here," asks Carrie Ann. "Why are we like sitting here calmly answering these stupid questions?"

"Don't worry about that," you say.

"Well, I am worried about it," says Carrie Ann.

"Would you rather worry about and piss your pants in front of me or not worry about it?"

"No worry about it," she says. "I guess it's not really anything to worry about."

"I think it is," says Mia.

"Mia, would you rather piss your pants in front of me or get started on your quest to suck as much cock as possible in your remaining college days?"

"I do not want to piss my pant in front of you," she says calmly.