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Abigail, so glad you could make it.

Come on in.

Thank you, Mr. Taylor.

Hey, I know it's a bit strange for you coming to your school guidance counselor's

home, but I hated the thought of you missing

your prom due to something as trivial as money.

You're 18 years old.

You're gonna be building these lifelong memories at your prom.

I don't want you to miss that.

All right?

My daughter went to school last year.

She left a bunch of her clothes behind.

I kind of want to put them to good use.

Well, I really appreciate it, Mr. Taylor.

I can't even tell you how much.

No problem.

You have a beautiful home.

Oh, don't let the appearance fool you.

I'm a total mess when I'm by myself.

Yeah, yeah.

Hey, I'll show you up to my daughter's old room.

I found a bunch of her old clothes I think you really like.

And I laid out a couple dresses I think would be great for prom.

Come on, I'll show you up to her room.

Oh.

Okay.

So, how's your weekend going?

Good, good.

Yeah?

Yeah, it's nice.

Any exciting plans coming up?

See, it's just down the hallway.

Oh, okay.

Yeah.

Wow.

So many rooms.

Yeah, it's kind of a big house.

Just you?

Just me.

Well, I mean... Now that she's...

Yeah.

Yeah, she left a year ago, so...

But... We're a writer?

Oh, okay.

And... Here we are.

Yeah, check the dresses out.

I think she only wore them maybe like once or twice, if that.

Everything look good?

Yeah.

Yeah, I'm...

I'm sorry.

It just doesn't exactly...

Look like a teenage girl's bedroom.

Oh, yeah.

She... My daughter was really not very big on decorating.

She was too busy with debate club and saving the planet.

And... She had a thing about horses.

Oh.

Okay.

Yeah.

Oh, uh... I didn't know what size you were.

Uh... But you do look about the same size as my daughter.

Uh... So... If you find anything that fits and you like it... All yours.

Hmm.

These dresses are...

Really nice.

What's wrong?

Um...

I don't know.

I just...

I feel a bit bad...

Having to wear someone else's clothes.

No.

Oh, Abigail.

There's absolutely nothing to feel bad about.

These clothes are just gonna be sitting in the closet anyway.

Frankly, I'm glad they're getting a second life.

Sometimes I feel like...

People can see it on me.

The hand-me-downs.

Clearance rack.

I feel like I'm just wearing a big neon sign that says...

My family doesn't have enough money.

I don't see that at all.

You know what I see?

I see a strong young woman that shows up to school everyday with her chin up.

A young woman that takes the time to be kind, even when the world isn't.

That's very rare, Abigail.

That means a lot to me.

I just... Wish that my fellow classmates felt the same way.

Teenagers can be horrible.

But you're one of the strong ones.

Remember what we discussed in your sessions?

You can't let them dictate who you are.

Okay?

So now, why don't you just try on some of the clothes?

And I'll try to give you some privacy.

The mirror is all yours and just holler if you need anything, okay?

Okay.

Have fun.

This feels so new.

Maybe she only wore it once.

That's weird.

It still has the price tag on it.

Hopefully her prom date didn't notice.

So she bought dresses.

What's this?

A receipt.

These dresses were bought yesterday?

I... I don't understand.

That doesn't make any sense.

Mr. Tyler?

Are you watching me?

I'm so sorry, Abigail.

What about these receipts?

I mean, it says that you bought these clothes yesterday, but...

I thought that these were your daughters.

Look, Abigail, I can explain.

I... I don't have a daughter.

Are you freaking kidding me?

It's the truth.

And I know it sounds like... Oh, my God!

Oh, my fucking God!

This is insane!

How could you lie about something like this?

It doesn't change anything.

I... I... I still care about you.

I still... I'm still here for you.

I still want you to have these clothes.

And that's not all you want from me, right?

Oh, what do you mean?

You were spying on me!

I'm...

Have you been watching me this whole time?

Yeah.

Oh, my God!

Were you...

You did all of this just to spy on me?

That's not true, Abigail.

I do care about you, and...

Look.

I'm a human being.

I have needs.

I have desires.

I'm still your friend.

My friend?

You're my guidance counselor!

This is so fucked up.

I'm going.

I have to go.

Abigail, please.

Don't leave.

Is this how you repay me?

After everything I've done for you?

Time and time again, I've been there for you.

When you're... When your classmates are mocking you?

When your teachers aren't even there for you?

Who's there?

You are... But that doesn't excuse what you've done!

Yes, it might not, okay?

I guess it doesn't.

But if you want to leave, that's fine.

But I'm human.

I have feelings, and I feel things too.

Alright?

And you know what I'm feeling right now?

Is that everything I've done for you has gone massively unappreciated.

Well, none of that matters.

You tricked me!

You're... You're a creep!

A creep, huh?

I'm disappointed in you, Abigail.

I had high hopes for you.

I thought you could see the bigger picture.

Because right now, all you're seeing is this specific situation that's not going

in your favor, and you are forgetting everything that I have ever done for you.

Most of all, I thought you'd be grateful.

Well, I am grateful for some of the things that you've done.

Well, I sure hope so.

It's not for every student that I act so generously.

You know, I have tons of other students to help and counsel.

And the amount of time I've spent on you far

exceeds anything I've done with them combined.

It's not for every student that I act so generously, you know?

Just last week, remember, I asked Mrs. Roberts to extend

that project for you so you'd have more time to work on it?

Yes.

And what about that field trip that your parents couldn't

afford to pay the fee to when we went to Washington?

Who paid for that out of their own pocket?

It was you.

Yeah, damn right it was.

I didn't have to pay for that out of my own pocket,

nor did I have to pay for these goddamn dresses.

But I did.

Now, so what if I made up a story about a daughter?

I made up that story so that you wouldn't feel so bad about this situation.

Is that so bad?

I guess not.

Yeah.

Now I admit, I am not perfect.

Nobody is.

Are we agreed on that?

Yes.

I... admit that I'm also not perfect.

Holy shit.

A little bit of self-reflection, finally.

How about that?

I feel this is over.

Uh, we've gone too far with this.

What... What do you mean?

Well, how else would you characterize this lack of appreciation?

Perhaps you want to continue this path alone.

No.

No, please.

No?

I do.

I... I don't want that.

Well, your action speaks louder than words are right now.

So you're gonna have to prove to me... that you're willing to make this right.

How?

That all depends on you.

What do you think is the right way to show your appreciation?

Well, um...

I guess... I-I would help you...

uh... get something that you-you would want.

I'd help you.

And what do you think it is that I want?

Me.

Only if you're up for it.

But it would go a long way in balancing the scales.

Alright, Mr. Taylor.

If this is what you want...

I'll give it to you.

I'm sorry, Mr. Taylor.

What the hell?

Ahh..

Ahh...

Ahh... Ahh...

Ahh...

Stay right here.

Ahh... Very sad, sad, sad... so-so-don't recent.

Ahh...

Ahh..

Ahh... Ahhh...

I think it's time for you to show a little appreciation now.

Yes, Mr. Taylor.

I'll show you just how grateful I really am.

You better do a good job.

There you go.

It feels so good, Abigail.

Oh, my God.

That's a really good start.

You're doing a really good job.

Show me how much you appreciate it.

Oh, my God.

Show me how much you appreciate everything I do for you.

Yes, I will.

Oh, I promise I will.

Oh, good girl.

What should I do, Mr. Taylor?

Oh, I like hearing that.

Why don't you climb up on top of me here?

Like this?

Yeah.

Just like that.

Mr. Taylor, I'm very tired.

I don't know if you can sit.

We're gonna make this work.

Okay.

All right?

Okay.

You trust me, right?

I trust you.

Good girl.

Almost there.

There we go.

Oh, yeah.

Oh, my God.

Slow.

Slow.

There you go.

Slow.

Oh,

Mr. Taylor.

Oh,

Abigail, your pussy feels so good.

I

Like winning a little bit for me.

Yeah.

Mm-hmm.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh,

I want to see the spot in here.

Oh.

My hair is so good.

I can't get you like this.

Oh.

That face.

See that face.

Come here.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Get on your feet.

On my feet?

Oh, yeah.

Squat down deep.

There you go.

Oh.

There you go.

There you go.

There you go.

Please, dad.

Oh.

Just like that.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

It's so different.

Oh.

I'm gonna go.

Stay there.

I gotta run.

I wanna-I gotta run.

Please.

Please.

Please me.

I'm coming!

Oh, yeah.

Oh.

Irrep tara.

Mr. Taylor, I won't disrespect you ever again.

Well, this is a good start, sweetheart.

Okay.

I really appreciate everything you do.

As you should.

That is so hot.

You having a good time soon?

Yes, Mr. Taylor.

That's a good girl.

My hair really is...

I was being very bad.

You ever gonna do that again?

Better promise?

I'm coming.

Oh, my God.

That body.

I need you to stay.

Bring yourself in and out of me.

Ah.

Oh.

Ah.

Ah.

Ah .放

your knees right here.

There you go.

All of a sudden, you're listening really well.

Maybe I'm just... finding your thoughts more penetrated than before.

Please, please, please, please.

Please what?

Please me, I come.

Not yet.

Yes.

Come to the edge of the bar.

Right there.

Such a great-ass happy hour.

Oh, fuck.

You have such hate from hands, Mr. Taylor.

Ask for me to slap your ass again.

Please spank me, Mr. Taylor.

I deserve it, Mr. Taylor.

Yes, you do.

Say it again.

Please spank me, Mr. Taylor.

There you go.

Oh, fuck.

Oh, my God.

Please me.

Oh, my God.

I'll give you permission to come right now.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

Oh, I can feel that pussy getting tighter.

Yeah.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

Oh.

Oh, fuck yeah.

Oh, my God.

Oh, fuck.

Oh, fuck.

Oh, fuck.

Oh, fuck.

Oh, Mr. Taylor.

Oh, where'd you learn that?

I think I just came up with it.

That's a good girl.

Oh my God.

I want to feel that mouth back on here.

Turn around.

Get over here.

Give me that hair.

There you go.

Oh, that's such a good girl.

Oh, fuck.

Oh, that's so good.

Wow!

You know you do a good enough job.

I'll let you keep one of those dresses.

Hey, Mr. Taylor.

Yeah.

I want you looking good at the prom later on.

But you gotta make you do a good job and make me come.

So I can earn it back?

You have to earn it somehow.

Yeah.

Oh, fuck.

Oh, you did a good job there.

You did good.

Oh, it went so deep.

Yeah, it did.

Oh, fuck.

See how far you can get down?

Oh, fuck you.

Oh, that's a good girl.

Come back around here.

On your side.

On your hip.

Just like this.

I want to make you come, Mr. Taylor.

Yeah.

Oh, yes.

How bad do you want to make me come?

I want to make you come so bad.

Yeah.

Is it because you want to dress or you want to make me come?

I want to make you come.

Oh, that's a good girl.

Oh, fuck.

Oh, fuck.

Can I fucking do this?

Yes.

I just use your little toy.

Yes.

Yeah.

Oh, mm.

I like it.

Oh, fuck.

Just use me how you want me.

Yeah?

That's a good girl.

That's really good.

Oh, fuck.

I think I like being good.

You're getting better at it now.

Oh, fuck.

Oh, this pussy is so fucking nice.

Right there.

You're doing such a good job.

You're doing so good.

Ah!

Ohh.

Ohh.

Oh,

my pussy sometime.

Mmm.

Mr. Taylor, may I come?

What?

May I please come on me?

Please come.

You can come for me.

You can come for me.

You've earned it.

You've earned it.

Come on me.

Come all over my cock.

Yeah.

Oh, fuck.

Oh, fuck.

Oh, fuck you.

You ready to earn that dress?

Yes.

Yeah?

Yes.

Oh, fuck.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

Fuck.

Oh, my God.

Oh, fuck.

Yeah, you're definitely going to earn that dress right now.

Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes.

Oh, my God.

Oh, fuck.

Roll over my back.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

Oh, fuck.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

Oh, oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Yeah.

I accept your apology.

Oh, thank you, Mr. Taylor.

Tell you what.

You can take one of the dresses that you like.

Really?

Yeah.

Oh, thank you so much.

Yeah, that's for you, sweetheart.

I am chaperoning the dance next week, though.

So I want to see which one you'd wear, right?

Okay.

You better look extra fucking sexy.

Oh, yes, sir.

Oh, good girl.

Go, go, go, go, go, go.