Emma's Office

"Emma?" Storm called out as the four of them entered Emma's opulent office.

"Ah, good, you're here. Jean's on her way." Emma said, standing in front of the window. She was wearing a different outfit than her psychic projection, one that somehow managed to be even more daring. A thin white leather choker with a single dangling diamond adorned her neck. Below that, a white corset so tight it seemed a miracle she could breathe, her F-cup breasts spilling out over the top, completely bare to the world. Her waist narrowed dramatically before flaring out into her hips, which were wrapped in a white sheer sarong that was completely see-through, offering a clear view of her smooth, shaven mound.

"Wow, you really don't believe in clothes, do you?" Captain Marvel couldn't help but say, her eyes roaming over Emma's barely-there outfit.

"Yeah," Storm added, her voice a mix of disbelief and disapproval. "This is a school, Emma, not a brothel."

Emma smirked, unfazed by their comments. "This is my personal office, and Mr. Antosh here is an adult. Besides, a little bit of visual stimulation never hurt anyone." She turned around, giving them a full view of her back, revealing a tiny diamond butt plug sparkling between her firm, round cheeks.

David, who had been trying so hard not to stare, felt a familiar warmth spread through his body accompanied by a tingling sensation. "Oh, no, not again," he muttered, closing his eyes.

"David, what is it?" Jen asked, her voice filled with concern.

"I... I think something's happening," he stammered.

"David, look at me," Captain Marvel said, her voice firm but gentle. "Try to focus on my voice. Don't let it overwhelm you."

He squeezed his eyes shut tighter, trying to block out the image of Emma's naked body. Instead, he focused on Carol's voice.

"Good, David. You're doing great," Carol encouraged him. "Just keep focusing on my voice and remember you're in control. Just think about something simple, like a nice, quiet place where you feel safe. Imagine yourself just sitting there, enjoying some ice cream. What flavor would you like?"

"Uh, vanilla?" David said, his brow furrowed in concentration.

"Vanilla it is. Picture that ice cream. Feel the creamy texture on your tongue. Taste the sweetness. Let that calm you down," Carol soothed.

David's body slowly started to relax, his shoulders dropping, and the tension in his face easing.

"Okay," he said, opening his eyes. "I think it worked."

The three women looked at each other, then back at David, a mix of shock and concern on their faces.

"What is it? What happened?" he asked, noticing their expressions.

Storm just pointed a shaky finger in the direction of Emma's desk.

David turned and his eyes widened in surprise. There, on the desk, was Emma Frost, bent over with her bare ass pointing toward the ceiling. Between her legs, a thick stream of creamy cum oozed from her pink pussy, pooling on the polished wood surface.

"Wh-what?!" David stammered, his face flushing beet red.

"I... I'm going to need a minute," Emma said, her voice strained, her legs visibly trembling. She tried to push herself up from the desk, but her arms gave out, and she collapsed back down, causing her to cough up a glob of cum that dribbled down her chin.

"I'm so sorry," David said, looking from Emma's cum-filled form to the three women.

"It's okay," Storm said, though her expression suggested otherwise. "Emma is... well, she's Emma. She's used to taking things... in... stride."