Project X [18+] [Fanfiction]

Chapter VII: The Interview

Sometimes, I did not understand
just how I found myself in certain situations. Usually when that thought crossed my mind it was because I was under attack by some incredibly bizarre creature, or dealing with the finer intricacies of being in the X-Men. Unusual situations were not foreign to us. But this...

"Go ahead, Laura." Headmistress Frost's words slipped out, encouraging me to proceed. Her tone was calm and collected, and she had fully slipped into the role of the concerned professional that only wanted what was best for her students. "Take his cock out and start sucking him."

The professionalism in her voice was deceiving, considering what she had both of us doing. The headmistress had called Shifter and I in for couple's therapy; a chance for her to speak to us both about our blossoming relationship and the continuing focus on my sexual exploration. Things had started off oddly when a note had been attached to the door of her office, telling us to meet her instead in the faculty break room. Once there, she brought us in and locked the door before explaining her unusual style of analysis.

It only made sense if I did not think too hard about it. Her goal was simple; to interview both of us about the progress of things, but with the caveat that while we answered the questions the other would be servicing us orally. Needless to say, when she announced her plan to us we had stared at her vacantly, but she was a persistent woman and we were both two young people very much in over our heads in this particular area.

She was wiser, more experienced, and certainly more manipulative than practically anyone else I had ever met, so it should not have come as a surprise to me that I was on my knees in front of the break room's couch, Shifter sitting with his crotch inches from my face. I looked back over my shoulder to where the headmistress sat nearby. Very nearby. In fact, if I turned around one might have suspected that she was the one I had been instructed to service. Her frame was nearly monolithic in how she sat; one elegant knee folded over the other and a clipboard and pencil resting in her hands. She was dressed to her usual impeccable standards, with designer nylons clinging to her legs her knee-length skirt and tailored blazer made only of the finest fabrics. Her hair was pulled back into a tight bun at the back of her head, giving her a more professional and mature look.

The hint at professionalism offered by her hairstyle, much like her promise that the therapy was purely for our benefit, was a lie. I knew this because mixed in with the scent of her perfume that filled my heightened senses, I could also detect a hint of arousal that was not of my own making. She was clearly excited by the prospect of watching her students, and I had glared at her almost jealously before I reached for my classmate's member. The headmistress was not shy about reading my surface thoughts though, and she looked down at me with a small smirk as I knelt on the floor, stewing in jealous indignation.

"If it'll speed you up, Laura, I'll answer your question." She began, even though no question had been openly posed. "No, I am not intending to join you now, or any time in the future." She smirked, her glossed lips turning into an expression of coy confidence. "Though naturally it's an arousing moment, you're both attractive young people." She gestured to myself and to Shifter, sitting on the couch opposite of the headmistress and looking as bewildered as I was. Shifter himself clearly had no idea the way the meeting would turn out, otherwise he likely would not have worn a T-shirt a size too small and a pair of baggy jeans with rips, frays, and tears across the knees. I had dressed in my typical outfit; which was a refreshing change for me after toying with the idea of "date clothes" a few nights ago. I moved my hands up to tug down at the edge of my exposing tank top; listening as the headmistress spoke up again.

"But despite how pretty you both are, I'm not interested in joining you." She continued with the same confident, almost arrogant smirk. I continued to just sit and stew, the embarrassment of the moment making me more defensive than usual. "But more importantly, neither one of you are interested in having me join." A soft chuckle came to her lips and she relaxed in her chair, shifting her legs together and tugging the hem of her skirt down a bit.