Congratulations on Making a Difference In a Teen's Life!

You’re a high school guidance counselor. Normally your occupation is reserved for people who want to help children, but you’re an escaped criminal who needed to lay low, and the position was open. It’s worked out pretty well for you, since all the hot female teachers are sucker for a bad boy with a secret past who tends to take their money and knows how to do some freaky shit in the sack, but lately the tasks that make up the job have been getting in the way of your enjoying it.

It all started three weeks ago with Kim Kase. Kim is a beautiful, brilliant young girl with serious emotional problems who keeps on falling into relationships with men who don’t really love her. Normally it doesn’t distract her, but after around five or six of them she enters a brief period of serious depression. This time she’ll have passed the three dozen mark, and she’ll be really broken up about it.

She’ll come into your office weeping and moaning about being pregnant. You’ll look up the TV in the corner of your office at her as if to ask what the fuck are you doing here? but the dumb twat won’t even notice.

“Mister Mugugapan,” she’ll choke out between her tears. It’s not your real name, but so far no one’s noticed that it’s dervied from Moo-Goo-Gai-Pan. “I’ve been having some trouble.”

You’ll roll your eyes and nod at her, gesturing to the open seat in front of your desk. She’ll take it immediately and then huddle her body up, weeping openly and giving you an excellent view of your cleavage. It will take all your effort not to sigh and stare, but you’ll manage. After all, you’re a pro.

“How can I help?” you’ll say, with something that could potentially be mistaken for enthusiasm. She’ll respond to your lackluster statement with a hopeful glance at you, like you’d just told her that she was the prettiest girl in the world. You’ll take a sip from your coffee mug to avoid staring at her chest while she’s looking at you.

“I just...” she’ll cut herself off with a choked sob mid sentence. “I just need someone to listen,” she’ll finish, looking at you with that same fervent hope. You’ll wonder for a moment if there’s a bit of attraction there, but then you’ll remember that you don’t want attention and you’ll simply nod, causing Kim to go on an hour and a half diatribe about all the boys she’s been with.

At one point it’ll start getting pretty blue. She’ll be describing the fifth time she had sex, when she realized she first liked it, when she’ll catch you looking down her shirt. In response she’ll smile, leap over your desk and, before you know what’s going on, the two of you will be going at it like a Naughty America video. You’ll be lucky to get out of the whole affair without visible bite marks.

As for Kim, she’ll fuck someone for the first time without loving them. It’ll be an awakening for her, a realization that the physical and emotional acts of love are in no way intertwined. She’ll leave your office a woman, fully aware of her power and aware that love isn’t something you need for sex. All you need for sex is two people. Or more, like that time she described with her cousin.

Also, you’ll be the first non-high school aged boy Kim will have sex with, so it’ll last more than five minutes for the first time in her life. That means Kim is also going to have an orgasm for the first time, which will really help get some of the crazy out of her.

Congratulations on Making a Difference In a Teen’s Life!