It was like this every time. I would get so incredibly horny that I had to masturbate. And I would do it and it was be crazy. I’d do things I’d never consider when I didn’t have an erection. And then I’d cum and after I ate up my cum, I’d feel awkward and confused by what I’d done. I’d feel a little ashamed. But it would all happen again. But I didn’t have time to worry now, in fact, I was at a place where maybe I would be able to find a cure for this problem. So I got up and ran to the bathroom and cleaned myself off so that I could go to the convention.
**Meeting a Curious Pharmaceutical Rep***
I decided that, since I was going to a convention with other women in my condition, I’d dress more comfortably than usual. Instead of a pair of pants and tape, I threw on a comfortable, black pencil skirt. I put on a conservative red button-up blouse and left a little cleavage showing. I looked at myself in the mirror, and I looked older, and sophisticated. The look I was going for. I stepped out of my hotel room and headed for the elevator.
In a few moments I was standing in the hotel lobby, looking around and wondering where I was supposed to go. There was a little restaurant to the left of the elevators and then a long hallway that ran past the front desk. I saw several women walking down that hallway and decided to follow. I noticed signs soon enough, saying that I was headed towards the convention.
Finally, I made it into a large auditorium and grabbed a name tag. There were about two hundred women (about 300 were supposed to be coming) milling around waiting for things to get started. Most of the women were between the ages of 18 and 40, which made sense. They would be the ones most likely to get experimental treatment. Many of the women were incredibly pretty, and I couldn’t imagine any of them with dicks. We were all having the same awkward thoughts, so we just made silly chit-chat about the weather and everything else. Finally, I noticed an older man walk up to the podium up on the platform in the front of the room. He cleared his throat into a microphone. The other women in the room looked up and then we all found our ways to our seats.
“Good afternoon, my name is Arthur Coates and I am President and CEO of ConPharmaMax,” the old man said. He paused, I guess he was used to talking to adoring stockholders and wanted some applause or something, but we weren’t there because we were impressed with his work, “I want to thank you all for being here. I assure you that we are doing everything in our power to create a speedy resolution to this problem. We are all in this together, and I think that together, we will be better than ever. I’d like to turn this over to Monica Slater now…” The man said. A handsome older woman stepped onto the platform and shook hands with Artie before he stepped down.
“As Mr. Coates explained, I am Monica Slater and I am general counsel for ConPharmaMax…”she started. So she was their lawyer I guess. She talked for like twenty minutes about liability and other stuff. It all boiled down to “please don’t sue us, be grateful we saved your lives, and if you play ball we might be able to get you some money or something while we find a good way to cut off your dicks.” All in all, it wasn’t too enlightening. They seemed more concerned about covering their asses than fixing our problem.
Then the lawyers were done and the doctors had their turn. It was disappointing but not surprising that they really didn’t have anything new to tell us. They told me all of the same sort of stuff that Dr. Marta had been telling me for weeks. And they kept stressing patience. They kept stressing that science can be a slow process and that they didn’t want to do anything that would have unintended consequences. Considering there was an unintended consequence was sitting between my legs, their caution seemed a little late. But they were also right, I’d be dead without my dick, the medicine saved my life.
Each presentation was longer and more boring than the last. I didn’t understand a lot of the medical jargon and the doctor’s didn’t seem to understand that power-point presentation is sheer torture to an audience. I tried to keep focus, but often my mind wondered. And so did my eyes. I looked at the women sitting around me. I thought back to that first day, when I’d seen the twins. I wondered what some of these women would look like naked, touching one another. Oh god, the soothing effects of my masturbation were slowly wearing off, I was getting horny again. I just did what I always do, I suppressed those thoughts, tried to think of something else. And I listened to more insanely boring droning.
Finally, it was around 7:00 p. m. and the CEO came back out and told us that the opening seminar was over and that we would be starting again at 9:30 a. m., the next morning. Everyone clapped, for some reason, and then we got up from our chairs and started to walk out. Some people stopped and talked. But I didn’t feel like doing that today. I was too drained. I tried to rush out, I couldn’t stand to be in the room any longer. Too much boredom for one day.
I was also incredibly hungry and I wanted to go get something to eat. I didn’t know my way around the area, so I went to the front desk to ask. I rushed fast enough that I was the first person to get there. The same dude was behind the counter as before.
“How may I help you ma’am?” he asked.
“I was just wondering what restaurants were in the area,” I said. He pointed over to another desk.
“Ask the concierge, I don’t know,” he said.
“But…” I started. His phone rang and he put a finger up, as though telling me to wait. I looked at the concierge desk and there was already a long line forming. I sighed and started to walk over in that direction.
“Excuse me… miss?” soft voice said to my left. I heard it but I didn’t think she was talking to me, “Excuse me, I am sorry,” she said and now she put her hand on my shoulder gently. I turned and looked at her. She was young, but older than me, probably in her early to mid-twenties. And she was absolutely gorgeous. She had very long, dark red hair and big blue eyes. Her skin was clear and fair with perfectly proportional features and very white teeth. She had an incredible body. Her breast were medium sized, but very pert. Her stomach was flat and her hips were delightful. She was wearing a tight skirt and her butt looked amazing. Her legs were long and thin. She looked like she worked out two hours a day. She was taller than me and had an air of gentle superiority about her. I felt my cheeks flush. This chick was smoking hot.
“Uh… yes…?” I asked, trying to sound casual and cool.