Misguiding The Counselor

The door to Judith's cramped office bursts open like a thunderclap. Dan and Maria storm in, their faces twisted in fury, eyes locked on her like predators cornering prey. 'What the hell did my daughter tell you?' Dan snarls, slamming his fist on the desk. Maria leans in close, her voice a venomous hiss. 'Everything. Spill it all, or we'll make your life hell.' Judith straightens, heart pounding behind her blouse. She's the guidance counselor now, not some scared kid. 'Confidential,' she says firmly, chin up. 'I can't share that. Parent-teacher conference next week.' But Dan's eyes narrow, recognition flickering. He grabs an old yearbook from her shelf, flips it open. 'Holy shit, Judy? Princess Emily from back in the day? The weirdo nobody touched?' Maria laughs, sharp and cruel, circling the desk like a shark. 'Look at you, still alone, huh? No friends, no man warming your bed. Bet you're dying for a real taste.' Judith's cheeks burn; memories flood back—locker-room taunts, whispers in the halls, her isolation a badge of shame. She clenches her fists, but the words hit like punches, cracking her resolve. Dan steps closer, his breath hot on her neck. 'Come on, Judy. You want this. Us. One wild ride, and you tell us what our girl said.' Maria's hand brushes Judith's thigh under the desk, teasing, promising forbidden heat. The temptation coils in Judith's gut, twisting with the old pain. Loneliness aches like an open wound, and their offer dangles like sin's sweetest lure. She hesitates, breath ragged. Then, with a defeated sigh, Judith nods. 'Fine. She said...'