<div class="floatleft">(http://ia.media-imdb.com/images/M/MV5BMjEzOTg3Mjk1Nl5BMl5BanBnXkFyZXN1bWU@._V1_SY317_CR17,0,214,317_AL_.jpg)</div><strong>Character name</strong>: Counselor O'Hara (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=215726.msg10698825#msg10698825) aka Mommy Hen<br/><strong>Who:</strong>open, Christina<br/><strong>Where:</strong>Backroom<br/><strong>When: </strong>Tuesday 3rd<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>black and gold cocktail dress (http://s.ericdress.com/images/product/3/3822/3822031_15.jpg) and an owl mask (https://img1.etsystatic.com/033/0/6290285/il_340x270.511542393_81m9.jpg)<br/><hr/>Anabella wiped the counter down again. Helping out at the bar reminded her of her final years in university: Masters degree in Psychology with the best exam of her graduation class, working on her doctorate degree and not able to find any other job than waiting tables and serving drinks at a bit of a shady bar in the poorer areas of town. Surely didn't sound fun if put like this, but it had been. She must have had some of the best sex in her life with the proprietor of that bar... in the back storage room... bend over a keg of ale... or cuffed to the large metal shelf... She shuddered with a bit of lusty tingle as she remembered those time. Back then, before she became a respectable person, supposed to tell girls right from wrong; even if that supposed right was complete and utter bull.<br/><br/>The counselor looked around the establishment with a pang of pride. This is how you deal with rebellious youths learning about their own sexuality. Let doctrines of docile succumbing to a life without pleasure be the righteous path for the sweet goody-two-shoes that couldn't stray from the rules, even if their awakening pussies told them to. This palace of lust and pleasure was for those brave enough to seize opportunity and mature enough to handle it.<br/><br/>She smiled as she hung the towel into its place and looked up again. A new customer was being shown into the room just then - and something struck the counselor about that woman. After running this place for many years now, she had become really good at reading people. This was one who hadn't expected this establishment like this. The way she kept looking around, the questioning look at the girls, and most of all the expression when checking the menu. Yes, she was a newcomer. She was pretty too, not much older than some of her girls, she figured. Maybe mid to late twenties.<br/><br/>When looking back up after getting a drink ready for one of her girls to take to a customer, the first-timer had actually gotten up. Anabella expected her to get back out and leave, deciding that this place wasn't for her. All the more she was surprised to see the woman talk past the exit and coming towards her. She put up her most motherly smile and as the lady stepped closer said:<strong>"Welcome to Chicks 'n' Chips. Can I get you started with a drink?"</strong><br/><br/>Just then it clicked: HESG. That's where she had seen her before. She used to be a student - though one of the goody-two-shoes who never got in enough trouble to ended up in her office, only on the routine visits. She must have been about to finish when Anabella had just started... and now.. that's right: She had been at HESG for a presentation today. However since Counselor O'Hara hadn't arranged for it, she had no clue what it had been about. Probably some self-advertising of some company for the class about to leave, to get the highest potential girls to join.<br/><br/><strong>"What's your first impression? Do you think you might like to spend some time here? We have a lot to offer to those interested in a little relaxation and some <em>fun</em>."</strong>She flashed an extra dazzling smile at Christina on that last sentence.