Amy's orgasm was clitoral: Quick, clean and only superficially satisfying. Still, it blunted the sharp edge of her lust, and didn't make a mess beyond what was already soaking into her panties.

They weren't even wet enough to be dripping.

The BFF's continued to the Guidance-Counsellor's office, although not without a certain amount of regret on Christine's part that she hadn't yet been fed.

Amy, of course, being the one actually summoned, was the one to knock at the ajar door and poke her head round it. “Yes, Mrs DeWhitt, I understand that-” Isabel de Anna said, finger-waving her into the room and spinning her sumptuous leather chair to face the window as she spoke: “But if you'll just let me finish-”

Whomsoever was on the other end of that telephone call – now she looked for it, Amy could see the slimline headset clipped to the Guidance-Counsellor's ear – wasn't taking no for an answer. Another vore, and a powerful one, presumably.

“I'm sorry, but there's really nothing I can do!” Counsellor de Anna suddenly exclaimed, pulling the headset from her ear and shouting directly into the microphone.

Having a vorish mother, Amy could tell that de Anna badly wanted to devour the woman on the other end of that connection.

“I suggest we take a break and allow tempers to cool whilst we consider our options,” the Counsellor continued. “And we'll discuss this again at our mutual convenience.” Pause. “Yes, tomorrow at the latest.” Pause. “Yes, thank you. Good-bye.”

One disadvantage of new telephonic technology was apparently the lack of a handset to slam back into its receiver. Guidance Counsellor Isabel de Anna stabbed her fingertip hard down onto the button to disconnect the call instead. It'd been built with angry vores in mind, apparently, because it bleeped rather than breaking.

“Amy Phifer,” de Anna said heavily, gazing out her plate-glass window and sitting pretty and comfortable in her executive's chair. Amy perched on a classroom chair only slightly better than standard: Fabric covered instead of bare plastic. And suitably reinforced, apparently. It was handling her and Mr Davis's weight without so much as a squeak of complaint.

“Amy,” she repeated, sounding sad, “I understand I pulled you out of detention with Mr Davis. We need to talk about your behaviour in that detention. I hope you understand why it's a problem, don't you?”

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Which is it? Either Counsellor de Anna's concerned that: Amy hadn't already eaten such a troublesome man as Mr Davis was being for her (not knowing that Amy already has); or, she's concerned that Amy ate a teacher.