Office Visit

Mr. Santos’ dull and monotone voice echoed through the room as various students struggled to stay awake as they had the most boring lecture ever about Shakespearean writings that ever existed. Chris could barely stay conscious long enough to actually absorb any of the knowledge he was supposedly supposed to collect. Even him, apparently able to control minds could not keep his own mind active enough because Mr. Stantos’ apparent superpower was putting teenagers to sleep was greater than his. Just when Chris thought the siren of sleep would claim him, something happened that would change the course of his life forever.

“Chris Johnson to the office,” the feminine voice over the school’s PA system announced. “Chris Johnson to the office.” The announcement ended after the repeat and suddenly every student was awake and staring directly at Chris.
“Bro, the fuck you do?” asked a random student in front of him.
“Oh look, Chris finally showed he can fuck up too!” a female voice said behind him, which caused a few laughs from the girl’s friend. Chris got up, ignoring his classmates, and walked right past Mr. Santos, who seemed to either not notice or not care that Chris was able to leave his class.

Chris left the room and made his way to the stairwell where he had his fun with Mandy not so long ago. The feeling of her pussy on his dick was forever etched into his memory. She was a good fuck, and while he was not entirely sure how he was able to convince her to do it, he was glad he was. It would be pretty cool to have mind control powers. Chris thought as he got to the bottom of the stairs and made his way to the office at the end of the hall.

It was as he was going down this hall that it suddenly hit him. The reason why he was called to the office. Oh god! Did Mandy tell them what I did?! Am I gonna get expelled?! Shit! AM I GONNA GET ARRESTED?! Chris suddenly started to internally freak out. OH GOD! OH GOD! OH GOD! What am I going to do?! There’s no way I can talk my way out of this, is there? Chris slowly made his way to the office, his feet on auto-pilot as his brain racked the possible outcomes of what was about to happen. M-maybe my mind control could work on them? Yeah...yeah! That could work! Now I just gotta figure out how it works... Chris realized that even if he did have magical powers it did not help him here since he had no clue how they even worked. By the time that his thought process had finished, he was in front of the office door.

Chris took a deep breath, grabbed a hold of the door handle, and slowly turned the knob. Once the door was open, he was greeted by the office secretary: Miss Adams. She was a 22 year old blonde bombshell with C-cup breasts, wide hips, and an infectious personality. All the students loved her and all the horny ones wanted to fuck her, Chris included.

“Hey Miss Adams, how is it going?” asked Chris with a large smile, his impending doom temporarily removed from his mind by her smile.

“Same as always, Chris, it’s a beautiful day helping the young learn!” she said in a cheery voice.

“Not as beautiful as the secretary that keeps this whole place running!” Chris said in a flirtatious tone.

“Oh come on now, Chris,” said the blushing secretary, “there are plenty of girls your own age for you to flirt with,” the young lady lightly chastised the student.

“Hey now,” countered Chris, “you are only four years older than me. We could totally date!” Chris told her.

“Oh no we can’t,” countered Miss Adams. “I do not date students!” she said firmly.

“So there’s a chance if I’m not a student?” asked Chris, who saw the silver lining and ignored the main point of her comment. Miss Adams could not help but let out a little laugh at her student’s continuing chance to get a date.

“I admire your determination,” started Miss Adams, “but you’re still going to be a student for a while longer. So who knows, maybe I’ll have a boyfriend by the time you graduate?” pointed out the sly secretary.

“Mr. Johnson, if you are done flirting with Miss Adams, will you join us in my office to discuss why you are here?” said the stern voice of Principal Samuels. The mountain of a man, at 6’3”, wide as a barn, and covered in hair would easily make him be mistaken as bigfoot if h e ever were found wandering around the woods. Everyone was quite scared of Principal Samuels, but the man tended to be stern but fair, so most people knew he would not accuse you of anything unless he had evidence to prove you did the crime.

“Of course, Mr. Samuels, I’ll be right there!” Chris responded to the head of the school. He turned to face Miss Adams, gave her a wink, and then followed the mountain of a man into his office. What Chris found in the office, however, was not what he expected.

Chris could not believe the goddess of a woman who stood before him. He could not help but stare at the redheaded woman who stood before him. She was quite beautiful, despite the rather tacky green button up blouse with blue jeans she wore. She looked 100% like a soccer mom. However, her flowing red hair and stunning face showed that she was a total knockout. Plus, her blouse could not hide the curves of her clearly well sized breasts, and those jeans could barely contain her ass. Chris could feel his loins begin to stir as he looked upon the best looking redhead he had ever seen.

“Thank you for summoning him, Markus,” the redhead told Mr. Samuels.

“Of course. We are all in this together. He’ll be better with you all then he will be here. We don’t need anymore repeats of the incident,” Mr. Samuels told the mystery guest.

“The professor agrees completely, that’s why he sent me here.” the redhead replied. She then turned to Chris. “Hello, my name is Jean Grey and I am from Xavier’s School for Gifted Youngsters,” Jean told him. “It is a special high school that goes from grades 7 through 12, with post-secondary education also available,” she told the young man. “With a very strict recruitment process,” she explained to Chris.

“What...uh...what recruitment process is that?” asked Chris, very nervous with how the two knew each other and how she explained the school. Jean, however, just beamed a very warm and radiate smile at Chris when he asked the question.

“Why, it’s a school for mutants like us!” she told Chris. His jaw dropped when she said that. He was in the room with a mutant. No, two mutants! Both she and Mr. Samuels were mutants! That is how they knew each other! Then it dawned on him. I...am a mutant? But how? Why? No, that can’t be! Chris thought to himself.

“It can be and is. You, Chris, are a mutant,” Jean told him. His mind slowly processed the information that was presented to him. He was a mutant. But what were his powers? His mind raced at the possibilities. But then it dawned on him.