This little bun doesn't like me very much. I love that good-natured little face of his, now puckered up as if he'd smelled something unpleasant.
"Oh, come on, you're not fooling anyone, sweetie. I saw you all hard with that doll in the amphitheater. Did you see how she came?She didn't say a word, she looked so needy. I'm sure even the director heard her come when I fingered her."
"Shut up." He avoids my gaze, scanning the crowd around us. But I've seen the sparkle in his eyes and I know the memory of the girl trembling in waves of pleasure is haunting him.
"Are you embarrassed to talk about this when everyone's joining sex clubs?"
"That's... that's..."
"Yeah, yeah, you don't quite get what this place is about, huh?"
I approach him, and he immediately stiffens. That makes me lick my lips, as it exacerbates my hunting instincts. Or maybe it's my Nordic blood. My grandma said we have a touch of Viking in us, and what I want is to subdue this little thing I'm a head taller than.
It's funny to see him not intimidated by my height; everyone here tends to shy away from me. I like the size of those balls.
"If you want, I can give you a crash course."
The kid takes a step back and places a hand on my chest. He quickly withdraws it when he feels my muscles underneath, but he's made his point.
"Well, whenever you want. If you're traditional, let's start with the basics. My name is Stanis, but everyone calls me Stan. And what do you call yourself?"
"What do you care?"
"Are you playing hard to get? That's easy to fix. Cassie, will you pass me that form?"
The brunette with the cat ears hasn't lost her edge, I'm sure. This one likes gossip more than a good butt plug. And that's saying something. She smiles at me, a little embarrassed at having been caught, and hands me the form I know the new guy just filled out. I've been watching her shaky, doe-like steps for a while.
I read her name and I smile at the kid, who seems unnerved by my performance. He even crossed his arms in front of him, like a full-fledged adult.
"And where's the Data Protection Act?" he demands to know, turning to Cassie.
"The law put you here. It's funny how you brandish it like it's there to protect you, Paul."
"I thought prisoners had their rights too."
"Not for those so bad at sex, a job as basic as eating and sleeping, that they have to be sent here."
"You're here too," he points at me, all red-faced.
It's so adorable. I wonder if his lip will tremble like that if I slam him against that wall over there. My dick is so tight in my pants at the thought that it hurts.
I discard the form and take my own form out of my back pocket. Calmly, I grab Cassie's pen and lean on the table to write Paul's name clearly.
"What are you doing?" he asks nervously.
"Oh, I'm signing you up for my club."
"I've already signed up for that other one."
"No problem, this one's on Saturdays."
"I don't want to go!"
"Oh, you're going to love it."
He tries to snatch the list away, but I hold it above his head, and his effort looks pathetic. From his expression, I can tell he's thinking about punching me, and that drives me crazy. In the end, he backs down, but I see his fists clenching and unclenching in anticipation.
"Well, I won't go."
"I recommend you go," Cassie says, leaning on her elbows. She's neither here nor there to hide now, what a rascal. "If you don't go, it'll show up on your record, and you could fail the course."
"Never mind, I didn't sign up. I'll tell the director."
Chills run through me. Oh, no. Not that guy. I wouldn't be pleased if that dirty old man picked up my prey.
"You be my guest," I smile at him, and he shudders. "If you accept a recommendation, try not to get sent to his office. I'm not sure you could handle it. You're still too green."
"Listen to him, he knows what he's talking about," Cassie tells me. "Girl, you just earned yourself cunnilingus." I wink at her to make her understand that I intend to keep my silent promise. She swallows, but looks away and adds sarcastically. "Also, when you have a problem like this, you should find your dorm monitor. Those are usually less... dangerous."
Paul is hesitant; I think he has good instincts. One last push.
"Come on, I promise you'll like it," I insist. "It's not weird at all, like furries. You could learn the technique I used with the doll..."
That finally piques his interest. He continues to hesitate, but finally, he crosses his arms and lets out a resigned sigh. Nodding, he reaches out to take the form from me, and I raise my eyebrow when I read the title.
"Seduction course? It sounds like some cheesy course from those old-school YouTubers."
"Oh, Paul. Did you just compare me to a creep? This is going to be fun."
I take the paper from him and pocket it with a smile. He looks uncomfortable and turns to Cassie.
"How do I know who the counselor is, anyway?"
She laughs, amused. So do I. Clearly, this guy hasn't read the instructions he was sent. Cassie, elbows on the table, points at me. He doesn't understand at first, but then those adorable eyes widen.
"Are you a fucking counselor?"
"Oh, honey. Of course I am," I hum, amused.
Paul rolls his eyes and turns to walk away. I wave, delighted with my next prey. And I thought this course would be boring.
"This one's not going to make it easy, Stan," Cassie says, amused.
"The harder he tries to refuse, the better it'll taste when I eat him." And speaking of eating...
Working as a counselor wasn't my life's dream, but it has its perks. Especially for someone like me. As I thrust my tongue and fingers into Cassie's canaille in the private room, making her scream like the pussy she'd like to be, I think about what it would be like to suck Paul's cock and make him moan until he loses consciousness.