“Hey listen,” she said, “you don’t have to talk to me if you don’t want to. And don’t think I don’t empathize with you. I mean, that’s a weird deal you got there. But… you know it will be bad for you no matter what. At least if we keep working at it, your experience will help someone else. I mean, if we isolate the parts that took care of your cancer, then you are helping to save lives right now.” And that actually made sense. I didn’t like it, but it made sense.
“Okay, what do you want to know?” I asked. She started to ask questions. How increased was my sex drive? How big was my penis? Did it look like a man’s penis? What effect did my sperm have? And on and on and on and on. I tried to whisper, I didn’t want anyone to overhear. Angie was discreet as well. And it felt good to talk, to explain what I was feeling to someone, especially someone who was pretty and respectful. Someone who was unfailingly professional and didn’t bat an eye when I described some of the actions on that first day (I was careful not to use names). Finally, I had satisfied all of her questions and had gotten a free meal out of the deal. But I didn’t feel good about it.
“So, do you think you can sell my sorrow,” I said after it was over. She didn’t really deserve that, but I was tired of feeling like a freak.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean for it sound like that,” she explained, and she genuinely looked sorry.
“I know, I am sorry,” said. She reached over and put her hand on mine. She looked into my eyes and I could see actual remorse there. Not pity, she didn’t feel bad for me. She felt bad about what I’d been through because she was involved. I could respect that.
“I know that you are tired of being looked at like a test subject, I know my questions were invasive,” she said. I started to protest, to apologize again, but then she raised her hand, “Listen. Let me make it up to you.”
“How? You already bought me dinner,” I said. She didn’t speak. She grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the booth. “Where are we going?”
“Shh!” she said, “Just follow me, you’ll find out.” She pulled me down a hallway and past the kitchen. Then through a set of doors. Finally, she pulled me into a bathroom. It was a little dirty, and a single-seater. She locked the door behind her. I was completely confused.
“What are you doing?” I asked, confused. She spun around from the door and looked at me.
“I want to give you something,” she said, but spoke no further. I raised my eyebrows.
“Well… what?” I asked.
“I am going to give you a chance to do me one last favor,” she said and I rolled my eyes, “By letting you get even with someone from the pharmaceutical company.” She said, and that piqued my interest. I tilted my head to the side and looked at her, unable to divine what she was getting at.
“Who? How?” I asked.
“Me,” she said and then quickly started unbuttoning her tight white blouse. I didn’t know what to do. I froze. Suddenly her shirt was off and her perfectly shaped breasts were staring at me, straining against her elegant, black bra.
“What are you doing?” I croaked. And I felt my cock getting hard. I put my hands between my legs, trying to prevent it from being visible through my skirt. Angie unhooked her bra, but stopped while it hung loosely against her breasts.
“I need to find something out, so I am going to be a guinea pig myself,” she said, and she tossed her bra aside. I groaned a little, and actually enjoyed the way the pressure from my fingers felt against my hard cock. Her breasts were so lovely. Her skin was so smooth and white, her nipples were pink dots, pointing up into the air. Her breast were shaped like teardrops. I wanted to feel them.
“What?” my mind clouding now
“And you will test on me,” she said, quickly unzipping her skirt. She let it fall onto the dirty floor. She was wearing little black panties and they looked so cute on her. She slipped her thumbs into them, sliding them down around her ankles. Her pussy was a hot red gash in her creamy white skin, perfectly proportioned, it begged to be fucked. I could barely control myself. My cock felt like it was going to explode, but I had to keep cool.
“I don’t understand,” I said. I felt light-headed and I sat down on the toilet. Angie smiled at me and walked over towards me, wearing only her high heels. As she slinked towards me, I felt my heart beat even faster.
“It’s simple,” she said, stopping just a foot in front of my knees. She knelt down in front of my and put her hands on mind. Carefully, she pried my hands away from my cock. My skirt tented out and she licked her lips when she looked at it.
“I don’t understand,” I said, gasping for air as her finger brushed against my dick. This didn’t make any sense, how was this happening.
“Mina,” Angie said in a very serious voice, “I didn’t pick you to have dinner with me because you were the first person out. I saw you come into the convention hall, I thought you were cute (I’m bi, for what it is worth). And I also wanted to see something. Like I said, I need to understand everything about this drug. I have ambition Mina, and I am willing to do anything to achieve my goals. I want to be CEO of this company, and to do that I need to know how to make it money. A lot of money. So, what does that mean? It means that I need to know just how addictive you are. And the best way to know is to find out myself. Then I can speak with authority (of course, while never admitting to doing anything). So I am running a test, I am running it on myself. And then, we will be even. And I figured if I was going to do this anyway, I might as well pick someone who I wouldn’t mind seeing naked.” I felt confused, and flattered. I think this beautiful woman was saying I was attractive.
“What if I say no?” I said, my cheeks flushed and my nipples hard against my shirt. Angie laughed, sweetly but still a bit derisively.
“You just told me about all of your side effects. I know that you are uncontrollably attracted to women. I also know I am a very attractive woman, that’s how I got this job. And I can see how much you like me.” Through the skirt, she took the tip of my cock in between her forefinger and thumb and shook it a bit. My entire body felt like weak and I moaned. Angie giggled.
“I can’t,” I said, but everything inside of me said that I had to. Angie seemed to understand this, like I said she was a good saleswoman. She flipped up my skirt, exposing my panties. I tried to flip it down again, but she held it up. Then I felt her slip a finger inside of my panties, I felt her nail graze against my cock. I couldn’t speak anymore. She was completely in control. I looked down at her soft red hair and I felt like I was in heaven. Any internal conflict was gone, I just needed this. Carefully, she slipped my cock out of the right leg-hole in my panties. She gasped.
“It is so cute!” she said, I looked down and saw her hand gently touching my hard little pink rod. She looked so beautiful, her face was only inches away from it. My balls ached. I didn’t want to talk anymore, “I pictured something… I don’t know… weird looking. This is so sexy… its girly you know?” I couldn’t speak, I just nodded. “Done objecting?” she said, seeing my almost complete lack of will to do anything but enjoy her touch.