"You would have to be quite clumsy to do so." He admonished, while simultaneously waving a hand to indicate one of the surfaces. There were a few other bits and pieces already there, though most of them looked stripped down or simply part-finished. "Anywhere on there will do, just don't forget where you put it, and remember to bring it when we leave."<br/><br/>There were several projects scattered across various benches, as well as a couple of blueprints for new ideas and open books, leaving real estate at something of a premium. This state of being was in no small part because Quentin would not let anyone else in to tidy things up (or for any other reason, Zoey being the first exception for years), and in part because for all the clutter there seemed to be some sort of method to his madness. In those first few moments inside the room he simply wandered from surface to surface, as though to remind himself of what he'd been working on and where it all lived. He shifted a few items into more suitable places, too, but for the most part he didn't *do* much, and neither did he pay much attention to Zoey.<br/><br/>And then he was satisfied, and his attentions did turn to the girl. He eyed her up and down, judging not only her appearance (which, by now, she should be getting used to!) but what lay beyond. What lived behind her eyes. Quentin was about to place some degree of trust in her and so in his usual, careful manner he took a moment to ensure it wouldn't be misplaced. In the end he was placated by her softness and convinced that between a loyalty to him that he was sure was starting to take root and her rather sweet nature she was unlikely to stab him in the back, regardless of what he'd done to her.<br/><br/>"Well then." He disturbed the thought by stepping up in front of her, and placing his hands onto her hips affectionately, leading her but not really pulling her forward. "I am going to show you my latest idea. Understand that this is just a prototype, awaiting a response from the damned fools at the patent office... But you are not to speak a word of it to anyone, whatever happens. For starters if someone beat me to the design then you are the only girl in a position to have betrayed me, and I will see you punished more fully than you can imagine... " Gradually he'd grown hard and menacing and it all came to an insistent head now, with the threat... His eyes had turned to steel and he was all hard business... But the moment passed, and by the time he went on he was borderline smiling and certainly softer eyed. "And - more importantly I hope - it would be... Very unfavourable for me. Which, as my doting pet, you would never want, would you?" The question was rhetorical, but he awaited her answer anyway.<br/><br/>He crossed to the far side of the room where there was a table tipped onto its side and pushed up against the wall. He righted it and pulled it out a short way, then beckoned her closer. One finger ran over its surface, and on closer inspection there was a small groove, almost imperceptible but nevertheless there. "See here? This is one of the joins." He reached underneath and fumbled with something a moment, straining his fingers to undo a screw at a rather awkward angle. Once the catch was undone though he simply pulled a patch - a rough square, just a few inches on each edge - of the tabletop clear. "Modular, see? Not very useful in and of itself, but imagine doctors tables with their various apperatus simply slotted in and out as required. Or a bench like the one here. And of course it's not only tables that could be used; the patent has the potential to be one of my better ventures..."<br/><br/>"As for why I'm telling you? Well, picture the same table with a frame above it, suspending wristcuffs." The idea lit another flame in his eyes, this one fueled by his lust for women rather than his lust for technology. With every extra idea he took another step back to her. "Or I move them back and suspend you by your waist, instead. Another, extra section to bring your angles high and wide. Yet more to keep your wrists in place... I could replace the surface itself with a lump of plastic for you to sit on, and all I'd have to do is build the lump and not an entire table."<br/><br/>By then he was standing before her. His hand caught her wrist, and dragged it firmly to rest against the bulging outline of his prick. "Picture all the uses you and I could have for it. I already have a mechanical cock, that I will have you testing soon..." His eyes flicked to the door briefly, then back to her. "Mouth, now. No! Wait, first wind up your toy and attach it, then put your mouth to work."<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>