Out in Left Field
“Dr. Wallace, I must warn you. If you continue down this path, I will have to report you to the ethics committee.”
Cal Wallace hardly showed any notice of his colleague’s implied threat. “Now, Marcus, you wouldn’t want to do that, would you?”
“I most certainly would. This contraption you’re talking about, it’s an abomination don’t you know?”
“And why would that be?”
“A device that could induce orgasms in women without they’re having any say in the matter. That’s unethical.”
“Obviously, you didn’t read my research.”
“I read your research,” Marcus Tanner said.
“Well if you read it, you’d realize was not that I was inducing orgasms but that I was inducing the desire to have them.”
“It’s still an abomination and it’s still unethical.”
“Why?”
“I should report you just for having the audacity to ask that.”
“So now we can’t even question why. Is that it, Marcus? I thought this was an academic institution.”
“It is an academic institution but we’re not here to turn young women into sluts.”
“Again, you misread my research. I didn’t say young women. I said all women.”
“I don’t care, Cal. You mentioned young women in your research paper.”
“As possible test subjects, yes.”
Marcus Tanner shook his head. “I don’t even know why we’re still having this conversation. I really should report you right now.”
If Cal Wallace was concerned, he didn’t say anything. “What would you report me for?” he asked.
“For ethics violations.”
“What violations? All I did was write a paper.”
Marcus Tanner just stared at his colleague. “But I thought—”
“You thought what? You thought that I’d already built it?”
Marcus nodded.
“That would be unethical. You said so yourself.”
“But I thought … I mean your research paper. It said—”
“It said what could be done. It mentioned past research done by others and new research done by me. It suggested areas in which that research could be developed.”
“But I thought—”
“You thought I’d already done it.”
Marcus Tanner nodded.
“As you’ve said before, that would be unethical.”
“But the very idea of what you’re suggesting—”
“Is just that. An idea.”
“It’s still an abomination,” said the somewhat mollified Marcus Tanner.
“That’s your opinion,” Cal said, “but as I said, it’s only a paper. So what are you going to do now?”
“If it’s only research—”
“It’s only research.”
“I suppose I can’t report you if it’s only that but I’m telling you, Cal. If you do this, you’re going to become the scourge of the academic community. You publish that paper and you’re going to become a pariah.”
“You may be right.”
“So don’t publish it.”
“I’ll think about it.”
“You will? You’ll think about it?”
“I’ll think about it,” Cal said again.
“That’s all I wanted to hear.”
The two men talked for a few minutes longer before Marcus Tanner left his colleague’s office.
Marcus Tanner was an idiot, Cal thought after his colleague had left. He just didn’t understand but then it wasn’t just Marcus Tanner. It was the rest of them, too. Oh, there were probably a few who might understand the importance of his research. There were probably a few visionaries but Marcus was probably right. There probably weren’t enough of them. Idiots. That’s what they were. They were all a bunch of idiots.
On the other hand, he didn’t need them to put his plans into effect.
Cal Wallace picked up his phone and he pressed a button.
Moments later, his assistant’s voice came on the line. “Yes, Professor?”
“Would you come to my office, Ms. Price?”
“Yes, sir. I’ll be there in a couple of minutes.”
“Fine.” It’d take longer than that, Cal knew, but he wasn’t going to call her on it. Just as long as she got there quickly, that was good enough.
Working for Professor Wallace wasn’t Caitlyn Price’s first option but when the perky young brunette’s other choices had all fallen by the wayside, she’d had no choice but to take what she could get and even if Professor Wallace was totally out there, his research was at least interesting. She just wished that as his grad student, she was more involved in his research. Oh sure, she’d read his papers and she even got to see them before everyone else did, but she wanted to have more hands-on involvement. Like this newest stuff, inducing sexual urges in a person, that stuff was totally interesting but Professor Wallace wasn’t letting her do anything on the project.
She knocked on her professor’s door.
“Come.”
Caitlyn opened her professor’s door and she stepped inside. “You wanted to see me, Boss.”
“I sure did,” the man said and he motioned for her to take a seat. “First off, I got some papers I want you to file.”
Caitlyn sighed to herself. Great, she thought. Great. More paperwork. What he really needed was a secretary, not a grad student.
“So how are things going?” her professor asked.
“They’re going good.”
“The classes, they’re going good too?”
“Yeah.” Caitlyn couldn’t help but wonder why he was asking her this stuff. Usually, she had to be the one to bring things up with him.
“And that student you were telling me about in the class you’re TA’ing. How are things going now?”
“They’re going better now.”
“Good. Is there anything else you want to tell me?”
Caitlyn took a deep breath. This was it. “There is something I’ve been meaning to bring up,” she said.
“Yeah, and what’s that?”
“I don’t think I’m really all that involved in your research,” she said.
“Not involved? Of course, you’re involved.”
“I file papers. I make phone calls. Sometimes, I’m typing up notes, but I don’t actually feel like I’m actually doing anything. I mean, if it weren’t for the fact that I don’t fetch you coffee, I might be more tempted to call myself your secretary rather than your assistant.”
“I see. How long have you been feeling this way?”
“For a while now, Professor.”
Cal rubbed his chin and he sat back in his chair. “I suppose I do play it kind of close to the vest, don’t I?”
Caitlyn nodded.
“I guess it comes from being a maverick. There’s always so many people who just want to criticize. Did you know Professor Tanner was here earlier complaining about my research?”
Caitlyn shook her head.
“He even threatened to take it to the ethics committee. Did you know that?”
Again, Caitlyn shook her head.
“So you see how it is? I have to keep things close, but I think maybe you’re right. I think maybe you should be a little more involved.”
“That’s all I’m asking.”
“I’ve got someone coming in at 3:30 today. Perhaps you could help me with doing some research on her.”
“Sure. I’ll do whatever I can.”
“Her name is Holly Winthorpe. She says she has some very sensitive nipples. She says she can have an orgasm almost from just having her nipples touched. I want to know why. I want to know what makes her so supersensitive.”
“What do you want me to do?”
“Hook her up to an EKG and a brain scanner and then let her play with her breasts.”
“Sounds simple enough.”
“So can you do it?”
“I don’t have an EKG machine in my office.”
“I’ve got a portable one here in my office. So can you do it?”
“Sure.”
“All right. I’ll give her a call and let her know about the change in plan and I’ll have her come straight to you. Get the research done and then bring the data back to me. How’s that sound?”
“Sounds fine to me.”
“All right. I’m glad we had this talk.”
“Me, too.”
And Caitlyn was glad. Finally, she thought. Finally, she was getting some respect.
As excited as she was, she hardly noticed it at first but she wasn’t just excited. She was … well, she was excited all right. She was … she was sexually excited.
Caitlyn couldn’t help it but she had the feeling she wanted to pleasure herself. All she had to do was sit here and let her hand slide between …
Stop that, she told herself. Stop that!
She had to get ready for her research. If she screwed this up, Dr. Wallace would have every right to assume that she just couldn’t hack it.
It was almost 3:30 exactly when there came a knock on her office door and when she opened it, she found a somewhat shy looking big breasted blond standing there on her doorstep. “Ms. Winthorpe?”
“That’s right,” the girl said softly. “Are you Caitlyn Price?”
“I am. Won’t you come in?”
“Thanks.”
Caitlyn wasn’t sure why it was but there was just something about the girl, something she couldn’t quite put her finger on, but it was something about her that made her so hot.
Keep your mind on your work, she told herself. “Did, um, did Dr. Wallace say what we were going to be doing?”
“Something about an EKG or something like that.”
Caitlyn closed the door behind the blond. “That’s right. We’re going to be taking an EKG and a brain scan to record your physiological readings. Would you take your top off please?”
“Sure.”
Caitlyn just barely managed to stifle her gasp when the girl took off her top. “Oh my gosh,” she said.
“What?”
“Oh. Um, nothing. I was just … I was thinking we need to get you ready.”
“Get me ready for what?”
“Oh. Um, you know. Get you hooked up to the machine. That’s what … that’s what I meant.”
“Oh.”
That wasn’t exactly what she meant but how could Caitlyn tell the girl that just the sight of her breasts had made her so incredibly hot. “Why don’t you, um, why don’t you sit here.”
“Okay.”
“Let’s put this headset on you,” Caitlyn said even as she took great care not to look at the other girl’s breasts.
“What’s that do?”
“It measures your brain waves,” Caitlyn said as she tried to focus herself on the task at hand. At least if she was thinking about that, at least she wasn’t thinking about the other girl’s breasts.
“Oh.”
Caitlyn hooked the other end of the leads into her laptop and she started the program and up came the monitoring software. Cool, she told herself. Sometimes, that stuff could be so fickle.
“Is everything okay?” the blond asked.
“It’s fine,” Caitlyn assured her.
“What are you going to do now?”
It was time. She’d put it off as long as she could. “I’m just going to attach these electrodes to measure your heartbeat.”
“Okay.”
Keep it professional, Caitlyn told herself and whatever you do, don’t let this girl know just how much her breasts are turning you on.
Oh but geez, it was so hard. It was so hard when you had breasts like that and the weird thing was she wasn’t even in to girls.
“So, um, so Professor Wallace says you have sensitive nipples,” Caitlyn said, trying hard to make small talk.
“Yeah. Really sensitive nipples.”
She was getting the job done but oh my God, those breasts were so incredibly hot. She got the last lead in place and she switched the machine on. “There you go,” she said. “All done.”
“So what are we supposed to do now?”
“Well, Professor Wallace said I should have you play with your nipples but if you don’t mind, I think maybe I have something else in mind.”
“Something else?”
It was so unprofessional but Caitlyn just couldn’t help herself. She reached down and she tweaked the one of the other girl’s nipples.
“Oh my God,” the girl gasped.
Oh my God was right, Caitlyn thought. She couldn’t believe how turned on this was making her but the truth was this was getting her super hot. “So do you like that?”
“Yeah,” the blond gasped.
“Do want me to do it again?”
“Yeah,” the blond moaned.
Once more, Caitlyn’s hands tweaked the other girl’s breasts and once more, the other girl moaned with the attention her breasts were receiving and then she gasped and she moaned again.
“Did you just … did that just get you off?” Caitlyn asked.
“Yeah.”
“Oh my God,” Caitlyn said even as her hands continued to massage those tits. “That is so hot.”
“It is?”
“Heck yeah, but you know what I want to do?”
“What?”
“I want to lick your nipples.”
“You want to do what?”
“I want to lick your nipples. I want to see if I can get you off just by licking you.”
“This is weird,” the blond said.
“Maybe so, but do you think I can?”
“I don’t know.”
“Maybe we should find out.”
“Did Professor Wallace say we should do this?”
That stopped Caitlyn if only for a moment. The professor hadn’t said they should do this but then in the next instant, she was telling herself that she knew what she wanted and what she wanted was to suck on those nipples. “Professor Wallace put me in charge of getting this data,” Caitlyn said, and I think that’s what we should do.”
“Well, okay. If that’s what you think then fine. Let’s do it.”
Oh she was going to like this. She wasn’t even sure why anymore and she wasn’t even sure she cared. She just knew she wanted to suck on the the other woman’s nipples.
“Oh my God,” the other woman gasped.
“Did you like that?” Caitlyn asked.
“Yes,” she panted.
“Do you want me to do it again?”
“Oh yes.”
“All right then. Here we go again.”
Once more, Caitlyn’s mouth attached itself to the other girl’s nipples and once more, the blond moaned but this time, she wasn’t about to stop. She just kept licking and sucking and licking and …
“Oh my God,” the blond gasped even as her body shuddered under what that tongue was doing to her.
And still, Caitlyn’s tongue kept coming.
“I … I … I mean, do you really think we should …” the blond rambled nearly incoherently.
And still that tongue kept coming.
“Oh my God,” the blond moaned. “Oh my God.”
And still that tongue kept licking and that mouth kept sucking.”
“Oh my God. I’m … I’m …” The blond gasped. “Oh my God,” she screamed. “Oh my God.”
And still Caitlyn’s tongue was licking.
“No more,” the blond moaned as she pushed Caitlyn away.
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah, I’m sure. Are you sure this was what the professor wanted?”
“I’m sure.”
But was she sure, Caitlyn asked herself after the blond had left. She looked at the data and it was clear that the machines had captured what they were supposed to capture but really, Professor Wallace had said she was supposed to have Holly play with own nipples and that wasn’t exactly what she’d done.
But there was no use crying about it. What was done was done. It was too late to get the research to her professor that day but she’d get it to him first thing in the morning.
That night, her boyfriend called. Did she want to go out, he asked.
She hadn’t realized it until just then but she was tired and she told Bruce so.
“Too bad,” her beau said. “Maybe some other time then.”
“Yeah. That would be great.”
The next morning, Caitlyn was in her boss’s office. “I got the research you asked for,” she said.
“Great. Any problems getting it.”
“N-no.”
Her professor just looked at her. “Now, Caitlyn,” he said. “You know if there were any issues, I need to know about it. I can’t use the data if it’s contaminated.”
“I know.”
“So what was the problem?”
“Well you said I should let her play with her breasts.”
“Yes, I did.”
“Well, um, well I did it for her.”
“You did it for her? I don’t understand. What did you do?”
“I licked and sucked on her breasts.”
“Caitlyn!”
“I know. It was wrong.”
“That wasn’t exactly what I was going to say. What I was going to say was I didn’t think you had it in you.”
“Didn’t have what in me?”
“I didn’t think you were into girls.”
“Normally, I’m not.”
“I see. So you were just going the extra mile for the sake of science. I appreciate that.”
“Something like that,” Caitlyn said even though she knew it was nothing like that.
“Well, since you did such a good job on that last one, I have another job for you.”
“What is it?”
“I have a woman coming in. She’s a bit older than you, but I was thinking, now with your new found … ahem, interests, I was thinking maybe you’d help me out.”
I’m not into girls. That was what Caitlyn had meant to say but that wasn’t what came out. Instead, what she said was, “Does this woman have big breasts?”
“I think so.”
God, why had she said that, Caitlyn wondered, and why was it making her so incredibly horny?
“Well, can you help me?”
“I think so.”
“Good.” The man reached in his drawer and he took out a vibrator. “I want you to have her pleasure herself with this or better yet, I want you to do it.”
“Why?”
“This device has special recording instruments built into it. It will measure physiological readings whenever it’s being used.”
Caitlyn nodded.
“Can you do it?”
Caitlyn nodded again. Actually, she couldn’t believe it but she was looking forward to it. Actually, she couldn’t believe just how hot this was making her.
“Good girl,” her boss said. “I knew I could count on you. I’ll her report to you today. Her name is Veronica Stanton.”
Again, Caitlyn nodded. She still wasn’t sure how she’d gotten herself into this.
It was mid-afternoon when Veronica Stanton finally knocked on Caitlyn’s office door. She was an older woman, probably not old enough to be her mom but not too far off of that. She had brawn hair and brown eyes but what caught Caitlyn’s eyes were the way the woman’s breasts just seemed to swell inside her blouse. Not too big, the grad student thought but definitely worth having a look at.
Stop it, she told herself. This isn’t going to happen again. We’re going to keep everything nice and professional.
Yeah but … but look at those things.
No, she told herself. No. We’re not going to go there.
“Did Professor Wallace say what he wanted you to do?” Caitlyn asked.
“I know what he wanted,” Veronica said. “Do you mean to say you don’t know?”
“I just wanted to see what he’d told you.”
“Well, what he told me was he wanted to see me play with myself. It was for some kind of research project. He said he needed to get a baseline from an older woman’s perspective.”
Caitlyn nodded. “That sounds about right. Do you know why he chose you?”
“Me specifically? No. I was just answering an ad in the newspaper. It said I’d get paid to masturbate. It sounded like easy money. That’s all. Do you know why I was chosen?”
“I’m sorry,” Caitlyn said, “but if the professor hasn’t told you that, I can’t tell you either.” The fact that she didn’t know was yet another reason. “Can I ask you to get undressed?”
“I am going to get paid, right?”
“Sure.”
“Then sure. I can get undressed.”
Caitlyn couldn’t help but feel hungry as Veronica removed her shoes and then her blouse and her jeans and finally her bra and her panties but it was her breasts that seemed to hold her attention and it seemed that Veronica was noticing, too.
“Do you like these?” she asked even as she fondled her breasts.
“Oh yeah.”
“I like them, too. They’re so big and full and round. I can’t help it. I just love to play with them.”
Caitlyn couldn’t help but watch as the other woman played with her breasts. God, she thought to herself. She wished that she was the one playing with the other woman’s …
Stop it. We’re not going to go there.
“Do you like these?” Veronica asked again.
“Yeah, I love ‘em,” Caitlyn said and then she caught herself, “but we’ve got some work to do.”
“Some work? But don’t you like it when I do this?”
Caitlyn was breathing heavier now. Focus, the grad student told herself. You’ve got to focus. “I like it, but we’ve got some work to do.”
“Spoilsport.”
“If we don’t, then you’re not going to get paid.”
“Oooh,” the older woman purred. “I like the way you think, girl. All right. Let’s see what you’ve got for me to do.”
“What we’ve got is this,” Caitlyn said.
“A vibrator? How quaint. I’d ask what I’m supposed to do with that but considering the fact that you’ve already got me naked, I think that’s rather obvious. So do you have any lube?”
Caitlyn suddenly looked around guiltily. “No,” she said. “No, I don’t.”
“Never fear. I think I can make do on my own, unless …”
“Unless?”
“Unless maybe you wanted to help me.”
Wait? What was she suggesting?
But now Veronica’s fingers were stroking herself even as one hand continued to fondle her breasts. “What about it, honey? You want to help me out here?”
No. She wasn’t like that, and yet …
“You don’t have to,” Veronica told her, “but something tells me you’d really like it.”
No, she shouldn’t, Caitlyn told herself.
“You don’t have to,” Veronica said again but then Caitlyn realized she was already moving. She was sliding down and slipping between the other woman’s legs.
“I had an idea about you. I just knew you were the kind o girl who could help me out.”
From where she was kneeling and from where her tongue was licking, Caitlyn thought, it didn’t seem as if Veronica really needed all that much help.
“I think you should take your clothes off, too.”
“What? No. I’m no part of the research. I’m just an observer.”
“But it’ll make me uncomfortable if I’m naked and you’re not. You wouldn’t want me to be uncomfortable, would you?”
No. She didn’t want that, but this was just so wrong.
“Come on. How about just a little peek at that body of yours?”
This was so wrong and yet …
“Thatta girl. Take that top off.”
Caitlyn hadn’t even realized she was doing that.
“I love your breasts. They’re so cute and perky. Can you play with them for me?”
Can I what, Caitlyn thought and yet even as she thought it, her hands were doing what the other woman asked of her.
“Oh yeah, honey. That’s it. Now how about that skirt?”
“What?”
“You don’t expect me to play with myself while you’re standing around there half-clothed, do you? That’s almost the same as if you hadn’t taken any clothes off at all.”
“I don’t think I’m supposed to.”
“But I want you to and it’ll help me help you with your little research project if you do what I tell you to do.”
There was that, Caitlyn thought.
“So why don’t you help me out and take that skirt off for me.”
Caitlyn hoped she wasn’t going to get in trouble for this but Veronica was definitely right. She needed Veronica more than Veronica needed her so against her better judgment, Caitlyn took her skirt off.
“And now the panties,” Veronica said. “Take those off, too.”
In a way, the panties were easier than the skirt. It had been a shock when Veronica had told her to take off the skirt but once the skirt was gone, it was almost a foregone conclusion that the other woman was going to tell her to take off her panties.
“There you go,” Veronica said when the panties were finally gone. “That’s a whole lot better.”
Caitlyn wasn’t quite so sure about that but then she wasn’t going to argue the point either.
Once more, Veronica picked up the vibrator. “So you’re just going to stand there and watch me. Is that the deal?”
Caitlyn nodded.
“If you ask me, it sounds like I got the better part of this deal but if you feel like joining in, just let me know,” and with that, Veronica let the vibrator slide between her legs.
Caitlyn couldn’t help but agree with Veronica. Watching wasn’t nearly as fun as doing and it certainly seemed as if Veronica had gotten the better part of this deal but then that wasn’t her call to make. Her job was to observe and so that was exactly what she was going to do.
“Oooh,” Veronica moaned. “Oh. This feels so good.”
Okay, it would have been a whole lot easier to observe if it weren’t for the fact that Veronica was obviously enjoying it.
“You sure you don’t want a piece of this,” Veronica asked.
Caitlyn shook her head. It wasn’t her place to add herself to the mix.
“Okay but you don’t know what you’re missing.”
She did know what she was missing. That was the problem.
“Mmm. Look at me with this vibrator and no one else to share it with. Isn’t that a shame.”
Caitlyn could feel her body twitch. She knew what she wanted.
“Maybe you’d like to show me what I should do with this vibrator.”
“Oh geez.”
“Well?”
“Give me that.”
Veronica just smiled. “I was wondering how long you were going to be able to hold out.”
“Well now you know. Give me that.”
Veronica handed over the toy. “So are you going to show me how to use it?”
Caitlyn took the vibrator and she worked it between her legs. “See,” she said. “It’s not so … oh geez … it’s not so hard to use. You just do it like this.”
“I can see. You obviously do it so well.”
“Shut up. You wanted to see this.”
“Oooh. Now you’re getting aggressive.”
“I’m not aggressive. I’m just horny.”
“I can see that.”
“But I’m not selfish. I can share, too.”
“Can you now?”
“Mm hmm. Want to see?”
“Sure. Show me.”
Caitlyn now slid between Veronica’s legs and her tongue and the dildo took turns alternating between Veronica’s legs.
“Oh my God,” the woman moaned. “Oh my God.”
“Yeah, you like this, don’t you?”
“Yeah.”
“Are you going to cum for me?”
“If you keep doing that I will.”
“Then I’m going to keep doing it.”
“Oh my God.”
“Yeah you like this, don’t you.”
“I love it.”
“Are you going to climax for me?”
“Oh my God. I already am.”
It was some time later when Caitlyn finally returned the vibrator to her professor so that he could download the research data. “I think I screwed up,” she said.
“Yeah and how’s that?”
“Veronica was using the vibrator and then she dared me to use it and I did so part of the data on there is from me.”
“That’s not necessarily a bad thing.”
It’s not?”
“No. We’re just trying to get data. More persons means more data.”
“So it’s okay then?”
“Just so long as you tell me you did it. In fact, I got another job for you.”
“Okay what?”
“Take it easy. This should be a hell of a lot easier because you don’t have to do nothing but observe.”
“I don’t have to do nothing but observe?”
“That’s right. Not unless you want to do something more.”
“Okay but what am I suppose to be observing.”
“These girls are sisters and they’re also strippers. Obviously, not the norm. I want to see how they interact with one another and I’d like to get a woman’s perspective on it. Do you think you can do that for me?”
It was the word strippers that did it. Caitlyn wasn’t even sure why but she could feel her body getting hotter. Why was she getting hotter thinking about strippers?
“So what about it? Do you think you can help me?”
“I guess,” and again, Caitlyn could feel her interest jump. God, why was she doing this and why did she like it?
“Great. I really appreciate this. Now these girls work at a place called the Excelsior Club and they—”
“Wait a minute. You want me to go to a strip club?”
“Of course. Wasn’t that obvious?”
“But I thought … I mean, I thought you wanted to go see them in their home or something like that.”
“Now why would I want that? I need you to see them when they don’t know they’re being watched. Can’t you do that?”
He wanted her to go to a strip club. He wanted her to go to a place where there were all those naked women. Oh … my … God!
“Caitlyn?”
“Yeah?”
“Do you think you can do it? I know I’m springing this on you rather quickly but I need to know because if you can’t do it, I’m going to have to find someone else.”
“I can do it.”
“Excellent. I knew you could.”
“I can do it,” Caitlyn said again but already, she was thinking about what it would be like to be in a strip club and in spite of herself, she found herself thinking that she just couldn’t wait.
It was that very evening and she was walking up to the box office. If the parking lot was any indication, the club must be doing one heck of a lot of guys inside.
But that wasn’t what had her excited. It was the prospect of seeing all those naked bodies.
“You here for tryouts?” the man in the box office asked.
“What? No,” and yet just the thought of that. He thought she was here to be a dancer. In a way, that kind of made her hot. “No, I’m just here to see the show.”
What was that, Caitlyn wondered. What was that look the man in the box office was giving her. Was he actually judging her. Did he actually think less of her because she only wanted to see the show and didn’t want to get up on stage and dance. Well the heck with him. She didn’t care what he thought anyway.
When she got inside, there was already a dancer on stage. She was a rather short girl. Maybe 5′2 or 5′3 with dark hair but she certainly knew how to shake her tail. She also wasn’t either of the two girls she was looking for because ProfessorWallace said the two sisters, Mia and Tia, were redheads.
The dancer was coming to the end of her set and the DJ told the men in the club to put their hands together for Stormy.
Stormy, Caitlyn thought. There was no way that girl should have a name like Stormy. She might have been enthusiastic but she wasn’t a stormy.
“Gentlemen,” the DJ said, “put your hands together for our next dancer. She’s hot and she’s saucy. Put your hands together for Tia.”
This one of the girls she’d been sent here to observe and Caitlyn leaned forward to get a better look at the redhead coming out on stage.
She was dressed in a bullfighter’s outfit while salsa music played in the background. Well, it was a bullfighter’s outfit if you thought that bullfighters wore black panties and a red top and a short, little, red sequined cape and not much else. Caitlyn put more dollars on the tip rail to bring the girl her way and even as she did, she couldn’t help but wonder how she was going to see the sisters interact if they were never on stage at the same time.
The girl on stage saw her and she came over and she wiggled her breasts in front of Caitlyn’s face and gave them a little squeeze before she moved on to the next person.
Oh God. She wasn’t sure she could do this.
The set ended quickly enough and up on stage popped Mia.
Professor Wallace was right. He had to be. The two girls looked so much alike that they just had to be sisters only Mia was the more bubbly of the two. Her dance was with a little more energy and when she got to Caitlyn, not only did she squeeze her breasts but she also gave them a bit of a wiggle before giving Caitlyn a flirtatious smile and moving on to the next person.
Caitlyn couldn’t help herself. She was just getting hotter and hotter as she watched the dancer after dancer come up on stage. It didn’t matter if they weren’t the ones she was supposed to watch. There was just something so … so exciting about it so maybe that’s why she didn’t see the two women come up from behind her.
“You’ve been watching us,” she heard someone say from her left side. “No, don’t turn around. Just watch the show.”
Caitlyn watched but even as she watched, she felt someone press in close and slide a hand around her waist.
“She’s been watching all the girls,” murmured a voice from her right. “I think she likes girls but I think she likes us best.”
She would have liked to have told them that that wasn’t it, that she was only there to observe, but then that would have messed up the research so in the end, she said nothing.
“I think maybe she’d like to see more,” said the redhead off to her left.
“She could, you know,” agreed the sister off to the right.
“All she’d have to do would be to take us in the back to the Boom Boom Room and then she could see everything she wants to see.”
“Yep. Every-thing!”
“What about it? Do you want to see everything?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about?” Caitlyn said.
“Oh, I’m sure you do,” said the redhead off to Caitlyn’s right and even as she said it, she leaned in closer and Caitlyn could feel the girl’s breasts rub up against her arm.
“I … I—”
“You know you want to,” cooed the sister on the left.
“Yeah,” agreed the one on the right. “You know you want to.”
Oh my God. She couldn’t believe this was happening to her.
“You know you want to,” the sister on the left said again.
“Okay.”
“Okay? You want to do it?”
Caitlyn nodded. “I want to do it,” she said.
Every guy in the place had to be watching as the two girls led the other girl to the back and it made Caitlyn hot to think that that was exactly what they were doing. Were they wondering what was going to happen in the back? She certainly hoped so.
“It didn’t take long for us to see what you wanted,” Tia cooed as she started to remove her clothes.
“Not long at all,” Mia agreed as she too started to remove her clothes. “It was rather obvious what you liked.”
“It was?” Caitlyn asked.
“It certainly was,” Mia said. “Look at my sister’s breasts. Now look at mine. And now tell us you don’t like what you see.”
She did like them. There was no denying that.
The two dancers were naked now and they knelt on the couch on either side of Caitlyn. “We know what you like,” Tia said as she pressed her breasts against one side of Caitlyn’s face.
“We know what you like,” Mia said as she pressed her breasts against the other side of Caitlyn’s face.
Oh my God, Caitlyn thought as her hands just seemed to naturally find the legs of the two dancers and then she stroked her way up and down those legs. Oh my God.
“Look at her,” one of the sister’s cooed. “She looks like she’s in heaven.”
She was in heaven, Caitlyn told herself.
“She looks like she could get off just by having us do this,” said the other.
She might be right, Caitlyn thought.
“I know what I want.”
“What?”
“You just keep doing what you’re doing.”
What were they doing, Caitlyn wondered right up until the moment when she felt the other dancer pull up her skirt and slide between her legs. Oh my God. She couldn’t believe it. Oh my God.
“I think she likes this,” said the sister with her breasts still mashed up against Caitlyn’s face.
She didn’t just like it. She loved it and when they switched places, she liked it even more.
It was sometime later when she once more resumed her place at the rail. She really hadn’t been all that good an observer. Really, she’d just let the sisters have their way with her, so just what the heck was she going to tell Professor Wallace tomorrow.
Caitlyn knocked on the man’s door the next day and then she opened it. “Professor Wallace?”
“Caitlyn. Come on in. How’s my favorite grad student today?”
“I’m doing fine.”
“So did you see the two sisters I told you about?”
“Yes.”
“And?”
“And I think I messed up.”
“You messed up? What’s that supposed to mean?”
“I was just supposed to observe, right?”
“That’s right.”
“Well I think I kind of got involved in the action.”
“You got involved how?”
“Well they took me in the back and then they showed me their breasts.”
“They showed you their breasts?”
“Uh huh.”
“And is that it?”
Miserably, Caitlyn shook her head.
“What else did they do?”
“They took turns making me orgasm.”
“They did, huh?”
“Uh huh.”
“Anything else?”
Once more, Caitlyn shook her head.
Professor Wallace sighed. “Well all right then.”
“All right? What’s that supposed to mean? All right.”
“It doesn’t mean anything. It just means all right.”
“But does it mean … I mean, am I still working for you?”
“I don’t know. Are you telling me you’re quitting?”
“Me, quit? No.”
Professor Wallace smiled. “Good. You had me worried there for a moment.”
“So you mean after all my screw-ups, I’m still working for you?”
“Yeah, sure. I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
“And you still want me to help out on research?”
“Again, I wouldn’t have it any other way. I do have some notes I need you to log.”
“Of course, professor. I’ll do it right away.”
“And then I got another test subject I want you to do some research on.”
“Of course, sir.”
“I’ll send you the parameters via email. But for now, just log the data.”
“I will.”
Caitlyn left her boss’s office feeling elated. Whatever the next job was, she’d do it better than the ones that had come before it. She’d show Professor Wallace that it was okay. She’d show him that he was right to keep putting his faith in her.
Actually, elated wasn’t quite the word, she told herself. She was … she was horny.
No. Uh uh. This was what had gotten her in trouble before. She wasn’t going to let herself feel that way.
But it seemed like whether she felt that way or not wasn’t up to her.
She was horny.
No, she tried to tell herself. No, she wasn’t.
She looked at the data that Professor Wallace had given her. It was a case file on another research subject. Subject X. Apparently, Professor Wallace hadn’t put all his eggs in one basket and considering her recent performance, apparently, it seemed that that had been a very wise thing to do.
Subject X was 23 just like her. She was a grad student here at the university. She had brown hair, brown eyes just like her. She weighed 114. She was 5′7 just like her.
Damn, she was horny.
Apparently, Professor Wallace had a prototype machine that he’d built based on his research. It was designed to stimulate arousal in female subjects and Subject X was the first subject on which it had been used. Apparently, she’d come to Professor Wallace’s office to receive her dose and apparently she was an unwitting participant in his experiment.
Caitlyn couldn’t help but feel excited as she read more and more of her boss’s research. Subject X hadn’t had sex with a woman before but since being dosed, she hadn’t had sex with a man and she’d had several sexual encounters with women.
Caitlyn couldn’t help herself. She shouldn’t like this, she told herself. This was all so wrong. Research wasn’t supposed to be done this way and yet it excited her, too. Her boss was just so unconventional and speaking of unconventional, Caitlyn pulled up her skirt and she let her fingers slide between her legs.
She couldn’t really type this way but then she didn’t really want to. She could finish entering the data later but for now, she just wanted to look at her professor’s notes.
Subject X was now a confirmed lesbian. Sex with men no longer excited her but it was thought, additional dosing from the machine and additional lesbian behaviors would only continue to make her even more what she now was.
Lucky girl, Caitlyn thought. Subject X had perky, little breasts just like hers, but Caitlyn wouldn’t mind meeting this girl at least once. She was sure she’d have some things she could show her.
Stop it, Caitlyn told herself. She shouldn’t be thinking this way. It was unprofessional.
Unprofessional or not, she was just so horny and reading this research, it was making her more so.
The research with Subject X was moving to a new phase. In the past, Subject X had not known what her status was, but now she was moving to a new level where she would be aware of what had been done and whether she’d be willing to continue to do what she’d done before even if she knew that in so doing, she’d be locking in even more of what she’d now become.
Lucky girl, Caitlyn thought.
Subject X, it seemed, had developed a bit of a fixation with women’s breasts. Well, that was certainly something Caitlyn could understand and in a way, she found herself wanting to meet Subject X even more.
And then suddenly, it clicked. She didn’t have to meet Subject X because Subject X was her.
Oh my God. It just all made so much sense. She was Subject X and now that she knew it, she was looking at the requirements for phase 2. Oh my God.
She had new mail. She wasn’t sure when it had come in but there it was. She opened the mail and she found it was from Professor Wallace.
She opened the mail. The next subject was a girl she knew. Her name was Heidi Downs. She was a girl that she’d met as an undergrad and she had big breasts. Oh my God.
She loved big breasts.
She didn’t even bother to see read the rest of her boss’s email. She already knew she was going to seduce her and at just that moment, there came a knock at her office door. Oh my God. This was going to be so much fun.