Yeah, you're not sure you can count on such an experienced dickwoman being an easy meal, for all that the idea's tempting; you'd like to actually [i]learn[/i] something before doing something like that.
"Maybe another time," you say while easing off the desk and turning to fully face the posing secretary as her cock seems to peer at you while you pack your own junk away, "but really, I'd like to get my schedule and get to seeing this university; it's supposed to be such an amazing place and I'd like to experience it first."
Samantha smiles, looking both proud and disappointed alike.
"That's probably the smarter thing to do," she admits as she hops down herself, getting reseated and shuffling folders about her desk, "I can't deny that I'm quite good at making students blow their careers the day it starts, if they're pervy enough to let me... oh!"
Her eyes sparking as if she had an idea, she drops the folder she'd just raised, and grabs two others.
She lays the three manila sets before you, and taps each one in turn.
"So, you could just get a normal new student's schedule. You can see here that you've got an athletic class scheduled first - sometimes gym, sometimes a physically demanding vore class. Then there's a short break that's traditionally used for cock-feeding. Then you've got a mentally demanding class - the sciences, assorted vore byproduct disposal training classes and the like. Following that there's your regular lunch, which is served in the dining room. And finally you'll have a sex education, sometimes vore-themed."
She taps the folder closest to her, leaning forward to puddle her fleshy tits against the table and give you a show.
"You could also be a sweet dear, and help me out. My daughter Julie's gone to school here since childhood and just got into the university section, and I'd like someone to look out for her. Someone to help her with her classes, indulge her whims a bit, make sure she stays safe and keep a concerned mother informed about what she does. Naturally, I pulled some strings to get her the safest classes, so it's not like you wouldn't benefit from agreeing... and I'd be awfully grateful~"
She eyes the last folder contemplatively, and gives it an almost dismissive tap.
"Aaaand I suppose you could do me an entirely different sort of favor, and help me to get an old friend to stop complaining. My old friend Alex's daughter's started here, and she was so insistent on getting her a male roommate who's also her classmate, rather than a fellow dickgirl. She's also got a schedule adjusted for surviveability... but if I know Alex she's just cruising for some manflesh to entice into her nuts. She's no hunter, but if you think you could be talked into it..."
She gives a buxom and blouse-straining shrug, seeming to not really care which option you pick.
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