You will take her out

Not wanting your former instructor to get pounded senseless by the randy mutant gorilla, you decide it would be better for you to apply a more delicate touch.

"Over there," you gesture to a large trash bin. "Hide there and wait for my signal. I'll take care of Miss Meadows."

Before Gillo can object, you slink from behind cover and make your way quickly towards the door guarded by Miss Meadows. As you get closer you can smell a sweet fragrance, like flowers, as well as an earthy, vegetable aroma. Miss Meadows seems preoccupied with her own pleasure, playing between her thighs with her hands and smiling like a fool.

You creep up behind her, taking aim at where her slender neck joins to her shoulder. There is a spot there, you know, with nerves that will render Miss Meadows harmlessly ****. As you creep up behind her you smell that flowery smell again, even stronger than before. This time you have an involuntary reaction. Your face flushes, your heartbeat quickens and you feel your nipples grow achingly stiff against the inside of your bra.

Realizing you might have little time, you strike, lashing out with a practiced blow at the nerve cluster in her neck. Her skin is strangely cool and tough. Your attack lands perfectly, but Miss Meadows does not crumple, she turns, looking at you with wide, milky eyes. She smiles and slides her hands to your arms, gripping both strongly. You realize there is a small orange flower in the leafy fronds of her green hair.

She moves closer and plants a kiss on your lips, opening your mouth thrusting her vegetable appendage between your lips and aggressively kissing you until you feel as if you might gag. You are stunned as her hands move to your breasts, squeeze through the fabric of your camo top, then move lower, to slide beneath it, cool hands on your hot and excited flesh.

You are losing this fight. You realize you are succumbing to the perfumed flower. You have to do something quickly or she is going to overpower you completely and...ooohhhh...her fingers slip under your bra and roughly squeeze your titflesh. Her thumbs stroke your nipples as her body presses against yours. You moan into her smothering mouth. That smell...is...making it hard to think.