Emma suddenly gets called into the Guidance Counselor’s office, where she gets to
meet the new counselor who everyone has been talking about…
“Emma, please see me at my desk after class,” her English teacher added right after
she did the roll call.
Emma was just slightly surprised. She often got called upon by teachers. She was
bright, beautiful and obedient. Teachers loved her agreeable nature and strong work
ethic, but she knew her beauty and charm didn’t hurt. She wanted to succeed, and she
knew how to impress everyone.
“Absolutely, ma’am,” she murmured, figuring it was another volunteer opportunity.
Hopefully, it wouldn’t take long, it was the last class of the day and she had a full night
of homework ahead of her.
“You’re to go right away to the guidance counselor’s office,” her teacher handed her the
note directly after class.
“The Guidance Counselor? That doesn’t make sense. I have my college prep
interviews already scheduled. Why would I need to see her?” Emma already felt
slightly apprehensive.
“I think you would need to ask her that. Maybe she wants your assistance with
something” her teacher said reassuringly.
Emma tried to believe that, but as she walked to the office, she felt an anxious tickling
sensation in her stomach. “I really hope nothing needs to be corrected with my college
apps” she worried all the way there.
The halls were already clearing out when she reached the floor that the counselor’s
office was located on. She entered the office and found her new counselor calmly
looking at her from behind the desk.
“Emma, is it? So good to meet you. Please, sit down” she waved to the chair in front of
the desk.
Emma sat and tried to study the counselor without looking obvious. The Catholics had
really gone in a different direction with this hire, she thought. The counselor was
dressed appropriately, but just barely. She was wearing a tailored skirt and shirt, but it
was shockingly tight. Emma kept accidentally glancing at her cleavage, because it was
so…. obvious. Her hair was in a loose bun and she was casually chewing on a ball
point pen with red, glossy lips.
“Yes, ma’am, thank you. Is there anything you need?” no use wasting time, Emma had
already decided her new guidance counselor was a slutty freak and she needed nothing
from her.
“Yes, actually… I need a student’s assistance, and your name came. It’s really a
volunteer opportunity, but as you know, this kind of volunteering looks extremely good
on college apps.” She gazed calmly at Emma over her reading glasses and Emma
noticed her tongue lightly move over her upper lip.
“Of course, I would love to help,” Emma blurted out before she could think of an
excuse. What was fucking wrong with her?
“Well, why don’t we get started right now,” and the teacher stood up, grabbed an
address card box and upended it on the floor, spilling out a hundred little 3×5 cards.
Emma looked at the counselor in shock. What the fuck was going on?
“Yes, I know, everything is on smart phones. But this is extremely old stuff from the last
counselor, and I found it leftover when I moved in. I think it’s a good idea to organize
that stuff,” the counselor said calmly.
“But why did you throw it on the floor?”
The counselor walked over and stood right in front of Emma. Emma was about 6
inches away from that cleavage, and she could smell a faint, exotic scent that made her
feel just a little dizzy.
“I dunno. I just like to make it more interesting. And I would like to get to spend more
time with you… Emma. You look interesting, too”
She stared down at Emma. And as Emma looked up at her counselor, she realized
something else. That nervous tickling in her stomach was still there, and now there was
something else. A little throbbing had started a bit lower….
“I’m going to the teachers lounge for awhile. Make sure this is alphabetized for when I
get back. Then you can leave for the day, but I’ll need to see you in my office every
Wednesday after school ends. Does that work for you?”
“Yes, ma’am”. Emma wasn’t sure if it worked. Emma wasn’t sure about anything right
now, but she was surprisingly thrilled about organizing some stupid old cards and
figuring out what her guidance counselor would want from her next. Homework could
just fucking wait.
