A Guiding Hand

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A young woman wiggles her fingers at you in a flirtatious wave from the courtyard. You smile in response, still gripping the edge of the bench so hard your knuckles are white. She giggles and turns back to her friends, and you can't help but notice that there's a distinct bulge running down the length of her leggings.

You look down at the floor and take a deep breath. God, you hope that vaccine lasts…

The simple oak doors to your left open, and out walks a woman in professional dress. You share a curt smile and a nod - and you can tell by her flushed countenance that the interview did not go very well.

You can't help but ogle her pert behind as she trots away, stumbling a bit in her heels. You can't tell if she's not used to them, or if she's so flustered that she's losing her balance.

For a split second, you can see a small amount of flesh dangling beneath the hem of her skirt. You involuntarily bite your lip.

“Miss Niles?”

You sigh as you stand. “Mister,” you correct the secretary as you straighten your tie, and adjust your sleeves. The secretary stares at you for a moment.

“I apologise, but we are not interviewing for sexual relief today. Please come back next Thursday.”

“I'm here to interview for the teaching position,” you barely manage to sputter out, your face turning a vibrant crimson. So forward!

She furrows her brow at you for a moment, before realization dawns. “Oh, of course - I apologize, Mister Niles, it's been a very long day. My personal assistant only arrived a few minutes ago - I've been very preoccupied.”

You nod, you eyes flicking down towards the desk. You spy a pair of delicate feet in a pair of equally delicate heels, accompanying the pair that belongs to the woman sitting at the desk. You blush even brighter as you imagine what's going on under there…

“Either way, you can head on in - Miss Bellume will be happy to see you.”

You nod and thank her, reaching out to shake her hand. You almost retract your offer, considering what's taking place underneath her desk, but you're relieved to find that the hand she offers is clean and dry. A quick glance at the plaque on her desk reveals that her name is Natalie. You thank her by name before heading into the office.

“Come in, come in - please, close the door behind you and take a seat, Mister Niles.”

You nod and shut the door, and when you turn around you nearly swallow your tongue. It's one thing to see images of her on the school's site, but it's quite another to see her in person. She's absolutely gorgeous.

She flashes a wonderful grin at you, her glistening white teeth in stark contrast with her flawless ebony skin. “Well, come on, take a seat - I don't bite.”

You nod nervously, and before you sit you reach to shake her hand. She smiles and stands to shake yours, and after a brief introduction, you take your respective seats. You hand her a copy of your resume, and she smiles as she carefully centers it on her desk. A plaque that is just as carefully centered reads “Dianne Bellume”. Her desk is extremely neat and tidy.

“So, Simon Niles - I understand that you are here for the teaching position that opened up, correct?”

You nod, and she smiles gently - almost patronizingly. “Now, I'm sure you understand that all futanari individuals exude a very potent pheromone. And while I'm surprised that you are retaining your composure so well, I find it hard to believe that you would be able to withstand prolonged exposure.”

You furrow your brow in confusion. Didn't this bitch read your application? “I apologize, Miss Bellume - I believed I had clarified to you that I was immune to said pheromones?”

She smiles again, and once again it's patronizing. You struggle to maintain a neutral expression and not show my frustration.

“Yes, I understand that you may believe that you are immune, but every person has a different amount of tolerance to it - yours must just be unusually high.”

You fidget in your seat a little. This is going to be one hell of an interview…

“Miss Bellume, when I claimed that I am immune, I mean that I am immune.” She nods, which infuriates you, and you lose your temper a little bit. “I would appreciate it if you were to take this seriously - I did not spend two years and two and a half million dollars on research and development so I could be dismissed.”

That seems to get her attention, but not in a particularly good way. She adopts a cross frown, and you're quick to rephrase myself.

“Miss Bellume, I have been hard at work developing a vaccine to my immune system to reject these pheromones - at great personal cost. The testing was exhaustive, and…” you pause to swallow, blushing as you recall each failed trial.

“Thorough,” you complete your statement. “And I did all of that so I could be here, today, hoping to help the students, and to run my final field trial of the vaccine before attempting to pass it through the FDA.”

She nods then stares down at your resume, her cheeks flushed. You can't tell if she's embarrassed or angry.

“Mister Niles, I apologize. I should have read your application more thoroughly - but I dismissed it as a flight of fantasy, due to…” she doesn't make eye contact, but you could finish the sentence for her. You choose not to, however.

“Then why did you have me come here?”

Again, she refuses to make eye contact, blushing furiously. It takes a moment, but you put two and two together.

“Miss Bellume, did you bring me here in an attempt to make me succumb to your pheromones?”

She takes a deep breath before admitting that that is, indeed, the reason she invited you. You blink a few times in disbelief, and while it does arouse you, it also insults and disappoints you.

“Mister Niles, I...I apologize, please, don't take this to the ethics board,” she begins to beg. You pinch the bridge of your nose with a sigh.

“Miss Bellume, I won't report you to the ethics board. I came here to help your students - having their headmistress incarcerated on a count of attempted sexual would hardly be helping them.”

She sighs in relief, slumping in her chair for a moment before immediately restoring her proper posture. “So, Mister Niles, is there… Any way I could make this up to you?” By the way she's looking at you, you can tell she's still hoping for something sexual. Talk about a one-track mind…

“How about we just… Start over? Actually do an interview this time?”

She nods, working very hard to mask her disappointment as she straightens her skirt and composes herself.

You get started on a real interview, and the whole time she's asking very basic questions - the kinds of questions you practice for in mock college interviews. As such, you have to go out of your way to discuss the finer points you were hoping to touch upon.

Is this how women feel when men interview them? Fuck, you hope not - this sucks. You feel like hardly any of what you're saying is sticking.

_Be impressed, damnit, let me be proud! _You want to shout at her.

By the end of your discussion, you feel a sense of dread. You're going to get the job - but not because of your merits. You're gonna get the job because of what she did - as a form of compensation almost.

“Miss Bellume, please, if you don't believe I'm qualified, tell me,” you plead with her. “Don't let what happened earlier influence your decision - I want to look past it.”

She takes a deep breath, nodding and composing herself. “In that case, given your experience and expertise...I would say that you are not fit to be an educator.”

You feel a pang in your chest - fuck, you kind of wish you had kept your mouth shut now...

You're about to stand to shake her hand and leave when she continues.

“However, I would definitely say that you have more than enough experience to not only advise young futas on career choices, but to also organize extra curricular activities. I would like to offer you a position as an advisor and counselor, and also allow you to create and manage a few extra curricular activities.” She tucks an errant strand of hair behind her ear as she proceeds to sugar coat the offer.

“Personally, I believe that they are more important than classes - the students can learn more about what they're interested in when they voluntarily work on projects.”

You light up, excited at the prospect. “Wow, okay, that sounds like it'd be awesome.”

“It won't pay as much as if you were an educator,” she cautions you.

“Oh, I don't care about that - I have more than enough income as it is. Money is of no object to me.”

She breaks out in a wide grin. “Wonderful! Now, as an advisor and counselor you would have to live on campus so you could always be available. Is that alright?”

“I was planning on living in as a teacher too,” you explain.

“Fantastic. When can you begin?”

You give her the date that you can start on, and the date you could move in by. You hastily sign a few papers and agreements and contracts and yadda yadda. It takes a little while, but not as long as you'd expect.

“Now, one last thing…” Her firm tone demands your attention.

“Many of the futas here will still attempt to sleep with you.”

Uh, okay, inappropriate, but you appreciate the warning, you suppose…

“You should know that we are very sexually liberal here - students and teachers can sleep together without consequence, as neither expects anything but release and pleasure from the other in such situations. So if you ever find yourself in a situation where you want to sleep with a student, Co worker, or an administrator…” She says 'administrator’ with a slight purr, reminding you that, as Headmistress, she is an administrator. “Feel free.”

She bites her lip, and you take a glance at her body. She's very attractive - her breasts strain her top, yet there is no visible cleavage. You would guess she's about an E cup.

As for down below, from what you saw when she stood, she has deliciously thick thighs. You're not sure about the rest, however.

Realizing that you're actually considering going along with her advancements, you decide to extricate yourself from the situation as soon as possible. You nod and stand, extending your hand outward. “Well, thank you for the advance notice - I'll be sure to keep that in mind.”

Once again, she has a hard time disguising her disappointment. Regardless, she still shakes your hand with a pleasant smile, and bids you farewell.

For some reason, as you turn to walk away, she seems…sad. You try to ignore it, but by the time you're a few steps away from her desk, you're overcome with guilt.

You're the first guy to ever be immune to futa pheromones - her first chance to see if men actually find her attractive, or if they just get driven wild by her chemicals.

Your probably reading into this, and there's also a chance that she's deliberately looking sad in an attempt to guilt trip you, but... you don't want to ignore it and risk her being genuinely upset. You're just… you're that kind of person. It's bitten you in the ass more than once - and it might happen again...

You take a deep breath to settle your nerves before turning to address her.

I hope I'm not making a mistake...

You softly call for her attention, and she looks up from her desk with a small smile.

“Yes, Simon? Is there something I can help you with?”

You can see a glimmer of hope in her eyes, and it makes her look like a young teenager being asked out by her first crush - it's adorable.

You're very careful to pick your words appropriately, just in case you were wrong, and you end up insulting her.

“Earlier, when you were discussing the sexually liberal nature of this institution, were you, uh…”

“Yes, I was flirting with you,” she immediately informs you. “You are a very handsome man.”

You blush at the compliment, and at how blatant she's being. You suppose in context, it's kind of par for the course, but it's still disarming. “Thanks - you're very beautiful, yourself.”

She smiles and relaxes somewhat, her shoulders visibly losing some tension as she reclines a bit in her seat.

“Thank you, Mister Niles. I understand that you may feel a bit uncomfortable with this atmosphere - but I guarantee that you'll grow to enjoy it.” You blush even harder, and you stammer something that you hope was polite, before making your way out of the office.

You nod to the receptionist, who gives you a small smile before returning her attention to underneath her desk. There's an audible slurping noise and feminine moans emanating from between her legs.

You hastily make your exit, brushing past futas left and right. You feel like you're burning underneath the lustful gazes of these students - some of which you're pretty sure are in your head, and they just happen to be looking in your direction.

You feel a hand on your thigh as you make your way through a particularly crowded hallway. You bat it away - you're not just some slut, damnit!

You end up getting felt up quite a lot on your trip to the building's’ exit. By the time you're outside, you're rock hard, and your face looks like a ripe tomato.

And therein lies the caveat of the vaccine. It can protect you from the pheromones and prevent arousal from that - but it can't do anything about the source of said pheromones.

You take a few deep breaths to collect yourself, and start to walk down the meandering path that worms through the absolutely beautiful grounds, and ultimately leads to the parking lot.