“Are you with the ConPharmaMax convention?” she asked and my eyes darted to the side. Was she a reporter or something? She looked kind of like a television reporter. Did she know? Was she going to expose everyone? Expose me? She must’ve seen the panic in my eyes. She reached into her pocket and pulled out a card. It said, ‘Angie Gustafson, Pharmaceutical Representative, ConPharmaMax’ and then listed her phone number and some other stuff.
“I work for the pharmaceutical company,” she explained.
“Oh,” I said, a little more relaxed, but still confused, “How can I help you?”
“I just wanted to talk to someone about the convention really quick, and you were the first person out,” She explained. And smiled. She was lovely and I felt my heart beating more quickly. I needed to avoid this situation before it got out of control.
“I’m sorry, I can’t talk right now, I need to get something to eat,” I explained. She was smiling and nodding.
“Oh that’s great, I need to eat something too!” she said, taking my hand in her’s. Her skin was soft and I could smell her perfume, “And if you come with me, we can put it on my ConPharmaMax card and you don’t need to pay.”
“I don’t know,” I said, looking back at the line at the concierge desk. I wanted to eat, and I wanted to stare at this beautiful woman, but I didn’t want to droll on her, I didn’t want my cock getting hard in public. I didn’t want to do something embarrassing.
“Oh come on… Mina, I know my way around here and you don’t. I promise I won’t bite, they pay me to be pleasant and agreeable” she said. For a moment, I thought she had somehow recognized me from a company file or something and felt very uncomfortable. Then I remembered I was wearing a name tag. She was smiling at me so sweetly. And my stomach rumbled and made up my mind.
“Let’s get sushi,” I said and she beamed at me. And we were off. She definitely knew her way around. She sort of jogged in front of me, winding through city blocks. She talked lightly the whole time and I tried to pay attention. But I couldn’t help but notice the way the muscles in her butt flexed as she walked or the way her breasts jiggled when she walked. And her voice was so musical, her face so bright. It was fun, and for a few minutes I was not thinking about the convention or what it meant. I was having an adventure in a strange city with a beautiful woman.
Finally, we arrived at a sushi bar and were seated in a booth. For a few moments, Angie just inspected the menu. I did the same. When she was done, she placed the menu on the table, sighed and then stretched. My eyes wandered over to her body as she stretched her arms to the ceiling, her breasts standing out all the more noticeably from her lithe body. Then she sort of collapsed down into the booth seat, looking relaxed. And sexy.
“Sorry, just been a long day,” she explained, “these kinds of things bore me to death.”
“Me too,” I said. We spoke for a few minutes. She asked about my life, about where I wanted to go to college, and everything like that. I found out that it was her job to try to convince doctor’s to use ConPharmaMax products and that she traveled a lot and seemed to generally have a pretty interesting life. She was single, I learned. The waiter came over and we gave him our orders.
Finally, I couldn’t stand it any longer, “Why did you ask me to come to dinner with you?” I asked. And she smiled at me and tilted her head. For a moment she didn’t say anything, but she took a drink of her water and seemed to get her thoughts in order.
“Well, I was representing ConPharmaMax in our oncology division when this drug of yours was first getting developed. I remember they were very excited about the animal testing. They thought that this could be a major breakthrough and everything else. We were supposed to be getting information about the human trials and then…”
“What?” I asked, even though I already knew: Spontaneous genitals!
“Nothing,”
“Huh?”
“They stopped talking about it. I asked around, but no one heard anything. My bosses told me to just sell what we had and that it mustn’t have panned out. But usually, when something big flames out, we at least get to hear why. So then, a couple of weeks ago I switched from oncology to Elective Medicines. You know, stuff people don’t really need but have huge profit margins. Boob jobs, labia trims, erectile-dysfunction medicine, and stuff like that. Anyway, I get there and I hear all these people talking about this new drug that was tested for something else, but it turns out that it also causes strange genital mutations, increased sex drive, and has some sort of weird addictive quality. And when they said the name of the drug, I realized it was the same one. I found out why they’d stopped talking about it. So I did some research, found out about it. And came here.”
“Why?” I said, suddenly feeling nervous. Was she a whistleblower? Did she think they were doing something unethical.
“Honey, if they isolate the different properties in this drug it could be a license to print money,” she explained, “And who do you think is going to be well-placed to take advantage of that? A person who knows all about it from the beginning. I just want to talk to you and figure out what’s going on. I can get doctor’s interested in this drug while they fine-tune it, then I will sell like crazy when it comes out. And in a couple of years, I will be the one printing money,” I could almost see the dollar signs in her eyes. She still looked beautiful, but she seemed a little tainted now. I didn’t know if I liked the way she thought. I mean, I didn’t want her to be a whistleblower, but if she was, at least that was respectable. This was kind of… wrong. And I didn’t like being a guinea pig. I didn’t like that my accidental penis was being used as a test to increase other people’s sex drives or give them addictive cum. A good saleswoman, Angie seemed to sense what I was thinking.