Experimental Behavior (Top Cat&Onyx)
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				Title: <strong>Experimental Behavior (Top Cat&amp;Onyx)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Onyx</strong> on <strong>09-03-2017, 02:07:07</strong>
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				Two years ago if you’d asked Penelope Wilcott what she was going to do with her life she would’ve happily explained in great detail her five step program. After all, she was a brilliant young woman, top of her classes on a full ride scholarship to one of the best colleges in the country. Of course, things seldom go as planned and by the time she graduated she’d been middle of the class at best and many potential employers passed her by because of the obvious decline in her grades.&nbsp; Her ego, of course, took quite the hit but she kept trying, then failing, then trying, then failing. Each time she made it to the final stage of an interview process she fell short. There was always someone better than her. Who knew neuroscience was so competitive. <br><br>This continued for close to a year before desperation began to set it, the slender brunette needed a job and soon if she wished to keep her tiny one bedroom apartment in the city. That was how she ended up outside of a small building on the outskirts of the city; resume clutched tight her red silk blouse. The job offer had been sent to her business email and had no signature, just an address and the promise of ‘excellent pay’ it certainly looked like a science building with its small windows and minimalistic outside design, but there were no people wandering around not even a receptionist at the front desk just a sign with an arrow point down the left hall. <br><br>She walked cautiously her black heels echoing in the empty halls, most rooms she passed were empty, lights out, no sign of life except for the one at the very end of the hall of course. The window was lit up like a neon sign. That had to be the home of the person who wished to hire her, right? Taking a deep breath she sped up walking with more purpose. She had to get this job, whatever it took, without it, she was going to be in a world of trouble.<br><br>As she approached the door her confidence wavered somewhat what if he’d already found someone? How embarrassing would it be if she walked in at her potential employer already had an assistant? There wasn’t exactly a line of applicants waiting at the door…with a deep breath, she reached up and knocked three times and prepared herself for the worst. If nothing else maybe he would have a partner that also needed an assistant, this was the largest lab on the floor after all. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Experimental Behavior (Top Cat&amp;Onyx)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Top Cat</strong> on <strong>09-03-2017, 03:38:45</strong>
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				Jacob McKenzie chuckled wickedly under his breath. He'd found her. The subject - er, <em>assistant</em> that he needed. He had been working on so many projects, but they were useless without someone to test them on, er, <em>with</em>. She could verify so <em>many</em> theories! <br><br>He worked on setting up the various labs. She would be here soon, but most of the tests still needed time before they were ready for testing. But more aggravating was the fact that the State was very <em>insistent</em> that he give them proper paperwork for sub- <em>employees</em> that he hired. It wasn't so much that the State cared about whether she was paid properly, so much as making sure they got their cut. <br><br>He scampered around the floor, checking on one lab after another. <em>This</em> one. <em>This</em> was the place where he needed to set the interview. He would be testing Aerosol Docility Test #1497. He knew that the military would pay more than he would ever need if he could get a working gas grenade that would render the targets passive and obedient. But he wasn't sure that it was ready yet, and needed <em>tests</em> to figure out what was wrong with it. <br><br>He had six drums of it, each one good for about an hour in an enclosed space. He used two of them to line the hallway with the gas (keyed to the female genome, so he wouldn't accidentally affect himself), put up some hastily-printed arrow signs to show the way, and set up the other four would be good for the interview room. <br><br>Jacob was just done getting everything set up when there was a knock at the door. <em>Ah! That must be her!</em> <br><br>He cleared his throat, and said calmly, "Come in, Ms. Wilcott. I've been expecting you." He refrained from engaging in the sinister laugh again, but only barely. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Experimental Behavior (Top Cat&amp;Onyx)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Onyx</strong> on <strong>09-03-2017, 05:50:02</strong>
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				It never occurred to her to actually look into the strange email. A job was a job when one was desperate and while some scientist tended to play on the ‘dark’ side of science, most happily stayed on the gray moral ground never straying too far to one side or the other. It was most likely the desperation had clouded her judgment, not that she would ever admit the potentially dangerous mistake. So as she stood in the hall feeling her mind wandering ever so slightly, she didn’t stop and think. ‘Hmm, that’s unusual.’ Instead, she was focused solely on the door and couldn’t help a deep breath of surprise took when he opened it.<br><br>“Oh hello.” She began with a bright professional smile on her glossed pink lips. “I’m not too early am I? There doesn’t seem to be any other applicants.” It was a polite inquiry and her blue eyes never strayed from his face even as she entered the sparsely decorated room. Perhaps it was some sort of exclusive interview process? Only one person a day rather than a panel of applicants dealing with the building’s chief of staff. She always preferred one on one interviews, it gave her a chance to shine brightly.<br><br>“This is a fairly new facility, isn’t it? Most of the labs are unused. Very state of the art, though, you must be doing important work and I am pleased I have a chance to become a part of it.” Professional all the way even as her attention wavered around the room. There really wasn’t anything in her but for a chair, a desk and what appeared to be a medical table of some sort, was she going to undergo a physical?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Experimental Behavior (Top Cat&amp;Onyx)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Top Cat</strong> on <strong>09-03-2017, 06:35:15</strong>
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				Jacob shook his head, and remained seating as she came in. "Not early at all, Miss Wilcott," he said. "This was an interview for you and you alone. Your degree in the Neurosciences caught my attention, as well as the shabby treatment you've received from the other labs in the area." His Shoulder Devil added, <em>And you won't be missed.</em> He ignored that. People didn't react well when he started arguing with other voices they couldn't hear. <br><br>He gestured toward the chair on the other side of the desk. "Won't you please take a seat." As she was sitting, he opened the drawer, pulled out the folder of application paperwork, and turned on the gas canister. It would leave a faint odor of nutmeg - something he couldn't quite get rid of. He could change the odor - he'd had orange, peppermint, and evergreen in the preliminary test versions - but he couldn't quite get it to be odorless. <br><br>He placed the folder on the desk. It contained all of the usual paperwork expected, as well as a ridiculously convoluted contract that absolved him of all mishaps in the laboratories. Not electrocution nor disintegration nor fine dissection would find him culpable, according to the contract. Nor was she allowed to quit without 720 days written notice. However, in notably larger font (and much earlier in the contract), it offered a salary that even tenured university professors would jump for. <br><br>He opened the folder and slid it two inches toward Penelope. "If you'll get the basics out of the way so that we can tell Uncle Sam to get lost, we can begin the interview." He started to wonder how long it would actually take the gas to take effect. There was one way he could test it, of course... but he wanted to wait until she'd been exposed for a bit longer. <br><br>After a moment, he produced the pen that he had absent-mindedly forgotten to give her. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Experimental Behavior (Top Cat&amp;Onyx)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Onyx</strong> on <strong>09-03-2017, 06:50:44</strong>
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				Penelope offered him a grateful smile and sat down when he mentioned that she would have no competition. She was so very tired of fighting everyone over positions. So far this was looking to be quite promising. “I appreciate the consideration then, I feel like this would be a great opportunity for me.” As she awaited the paperwork a smell caught her attention and she couldn’t help but take a deep breath…nutmeg? Was it an air freshener in the vents perhaps? She’d always loved the smell of nutmeg it reminded her of the afternoons she’d spend baking with her mother when she was a child. For a moment her focus wavered and she found herself becoming suddenly relaxed, where before she had been practically vibrating with nervousness.<br><br>When he slid the paperwork over she accepted it her vision growing blurry for a moment as she struggled to read the very…very small print. Now normally she prided herself on reading every contract from top to bottom to make sure she wasn’t agreeing to something considered ethically wrong or illegal but for some reason, she wasn’t very interested in it. Her blue eyes skimmed down the page the words blurring into a solid line up until she saw how much he was willing to pay her. That was….wow, a lot more than she expected going into the position of assistant. <br><br>She was surprised by how…excited that made her the pleasure was almost palpable and she subconsciously squeezed her thighs together. In fact, she was so pleased she completely forgot to read the rest of it, not that she really…cared at the moment. The moment the pen was given to her she signed it and an almost placid grin appeared on her face as she slid the contract back over pausing when the sound of paper over wood sent a shiver down her spine. Without realizing it she pulled it back an inch only to slide it forward, that was a…wonderful sound. Then she snapped out of it a faint flush covering her cheeks. “So what would you like to know about my qualifications?”
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				Title: <strong>Re: Experimental Behavior (Top Cat&amp;Onyx)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Top Cat</strong> on <strong>09-03-2017, 07:21:00</strong>
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				Jacob could tell that it was already seeming to have an effect. He cleared his throat, and said, "Hmm... let's see..."<br><br>He cocked his head. <em>Start easy, then increase...</em> "What work schedule did you want to work with?" he asked curiously. "I'm flexible in time, as long as I have you to... assist me." <br><br>He waited for that response, looked through the Application, and asked, "What is your bra size?" <br><br>Another wait for response, and he asked, more bluntly, "How many orgasms do you have on average? And what is your maximum?" 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Experimental Behavior (Top Cat&amp;Onyx)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Onyx</strong> on <strong>09-03-2017, 07:30:34</strong>
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				"I have a fairly flexible schedule, I prefer to be off around 7 in the evening however with Saturdays and Sundays off." Most labs were closed on those days anyways so she couldn't imagine it being a problem and if he needed her he could aways call. Another deep breath and her normally sharp gaze grew unfocused, hazy as she found her eyes drifting over to the medical bed in the corner of the office....why was that there? Maybe this room was meant to be a lab and he'd repurposed it. As she pondered this suddenly fascinating medical table she answered his next two questions without really stopping to think about it. "36 C." was her first answer as she ran her hands along the wooden table thoughtlessly.<br><br>"3 or 4 and..." her gaze snapped back to him suddenly alert as though the haze had cleared."I'm sorry what was the question? I'm afraid I didn't hear it." and she honestly had no memory of what he just asked...3 or 4 what...how often she was sick? How many days of school did she miss in her last year? Perhaps it had been a question to gauge her reliability? Hopefully, she'd answered correctly...again her fingers drew across the wood and another shiver traveled down her spine, then she did again and once again her focus began to waiver and she squeezed her thighs together once more.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Experimental Behavior (Top Cat&amp;Onyx)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Top Cat</strong> on <strong>09-03-2017, 07:45:40</strong>
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				Jacob nodded understandingly. "You were agreeing to take a medical exam," he said smoothly, "so that I can be certain that you won't have any undue stresses." <br><br>He pointed to the medical bed. "Please disrobe entirely, and lay down, so that we can carry on with the penetration."<br><br>After a moment, he stood up and came around the desk. "Did you need help with any of those?" His hands danced teasingly near her breasts, but refrained from actually doing anything that might disrupt her lack of concentration. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Experimental Behavior (Top Cat&amp;Onyx)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Onyx</strong> on <strong>09-03-2017, 07:57:43</strong>
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				Was that it? Well, a medical exam made sense, after all, if they were going to be working with dangerous chemicals and the like being in peak physical health had to be important. “Oh well, then I suppose I can do that.” She pulled her attention away from the wood and stood up suddenly. “I can do it.” She responded in a placid voice as she untucked the red blouse from her skirt and tugged it over her head revealing smooth unblemished skin and a black bra that seemed almost a size too small for her plump breasts. Mechanically she removed her bra, then her skirt, her nipples tightening in the cool air of the lab turned office.<br><br>Now standing in only a pair of black satin panties and pair of heels she bent down offering him a view of her voluptuous backside as she pulled off her heels and then her underwear revealing a clean shaven mound. Slowly, almost in a drunken fashion he walked over to the medical table and laid down running her hands along the cool metal frame. There was a flush on her cheeks revealing she wasn’t quite all the way gone but her gaze was fuzzier by the moment. “Is this really necessary? I could’ve brought my….” What could she have brought…something important records of some kind. But what kind of records were they?<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Experimental Behavior (Top Cat&amp;Onyx)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Top Cat</strong> on <strong>09-03-2017, 08:54:33</strong>
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				"Did you forget to bring your vibrator?" Jacob asked encouragingly. "The tests would be <em>much</em> easier with it, or any other toys..."<br><br>He ran a hand up the length of her body, from her knee to her shoulder, not going out of his way to touch anything sensitive. "You were telling me that you're capable of at least 3 to 4 orgasms, which would be great on-screen." His hand slid back downward to her breast, cupping it loosely. After a moment, his fingers started to tease her nipple lightly. "Without the vibrator, there must be some way to demonstrate your sexual prowess. What do you think would work?" <br><br>His hand started moving down her body again, teasing the skin just above her clitoris, while the other hand resumed control of her breast. "I'm sure you're ready for your audition, after all." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Experimental Behavior (Top Cat&amp;Onyx)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Onyx</strong> on <strong>10-03-2017, 00:57:39</strong>
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				Vibrator....the word struck her as out of place for some reason but she couldn't imagine why. Had she needed to bring one? Reaching up she rubbed her eyes trying to focus on the geometric tiles on the ceiling but her mind kept wandering and it was hard to keep track of the conversation, it seemed jumbled almost as though the questions he asked were out of place, the way he touched her...well that wasn't exactly professional either, but it did feel rather nice. "I...did not know I needed it," she responded in an airy tone once more rubbing her eyes as she turned her hazy blue gaze to him once more.<br><br>Her breath caught and for a moment clarity struck her eyes. "Audition what are you talking about I...I..." mmm nutmeg. Perhaps she would make cookies when she got home, it had been quite some time since she felt relaxed enough to even attempt baking. "You could audition me for the...position." her voice had gone soft once more even while she instinctively closed her thighs against his teasing hand trying to get the soft movement to stop. "Why do I need to audition? I'm not a movie star...I'm a ne...neuroscientist. You should stop touching...this isn't right is it?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Experimental Behavior (Top Cat&amp;Onyx)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Top Cat</strong> on <strong>10-03-2017, 02:11:41</strong>
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				Jacob frowned. She was starting to resist the gas. <em>Is it disipating? Did I run out?</em> He checked the not-so-well-hidden pressure gauge on his desk quickly. <em>No, still emanating the gas. So she must be resisting.</em> <br><br>Part of him wanted to shout, <em>This is impossible! My plan was perfect!</em> but he knew better. He'd <em>planned</em> to have to do some revision, he'd <em>expected</em> it. No need to fall into the Mad Scientist University Book of Dialogue Tropes yet. <br><br>He concentrated, trying to think fast. <em>Neurosurgeon - so she knows some psychology as well</em>... "No, no," he reassured her. "We were talking about the brain-body interface, and how some thoughts were enough to cause a physical reaction. Like... tongues licking your nipples, fingers vigorously stroking your pussy..." He hoped that the confusion would be enough to get the reaction he was intending. "Your arousal levels spiking past normal levels, into temporary nymphomania..." <br><br>He wasn't sure what else he could use, if this didn't work. He also hoped she was as hard up for sexual attention as she was for the job. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Experimental Behavior (Top Cat&amp;Onyx)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Onyx</strong> on <strong>10-03-2017, 02:33:33</strong>
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				Had they? Well, it certainly wasn’t unusual, especially when one had not engaged in physical release for some time. In school she had boyfriends but after she graduated she’d become well irreversibly single it seemed. Not that she really went out much unless it was to a job interview, and during the explanation, it had been discovered she was one of the more suggestive types due to a rather vivid imagination. Not that it had affected her grade in psychology much she still passed the class with an A that semester. Now that she thought about it, yes that would be enough to spike her arousal levels. With a breathy sigh, her mind began to focus on his examples and arousal spiked in her blood making her clench her thighs together for an altogether different reason.<br><br>“I…apologize for that.” A flush stained her cheeks and she bit her lip. Beneath his fingers, her nipples tightened almost noticeably.&nbsp; The gas had worked on her on a subconscious level leading her to believe that she had indeed entered a state of temporary nymphomania. “Are you…helping me past it?” she squirmed on the leather medical bed ever so slightly. He seemed like he was, maybe a professional courtesy? Of course, she doubted he'd give her the job now, he probably thought she was some kind of desperate slut. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Experimental Behavior (Top Cat&amp;Onyx)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Top Cat</strong> on <strong>10-03-2017, 03:42:12</strong>
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				Jacob relaxed, glad to be back on track. <em>This mixture will definitely need some work</em>, he thought.<br><br>After a moment, he shook his head at Penelope's question. "If you are - and we haven't confirmed that yet, have we? - then it's nothing to be ashamed of or afraid of," he soothed. "The best thing to do would be <em>harness</em> it, right?"<br><br>His fingers that had been teasing ever-so-close to her most sensitive parts went further, sliding down, separating her lower lips. "Don't you think the best temporary solution would be... <em>penetration?</em>" As he said the word, two fingers slid deeply into Penelope, thrusting with purpose. They slid out again smoothly, back in, and out again before he paused. <br><br>He cocked his head, and asked, sounding puzzled, "Did you just imagine that my fingers went in you, Miss Wilcott? That certainly seems to be the reaction I just saw." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Experimental Behavior (Top Cat&amp;Onyx)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Onyx</strong> on <strong>10-03-2017, 05:54:48</strong>
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				A small gasp of surprise escaped her lips and she felt fingers slide inside her slick passage, her hips jerked and her eyes fluttered shut only to open when it suddenly stopped. Right, so she was imagining all this? It was hard to tell at this point all she knew was she wanted more of that feeling and her thighs parted giving access to these imaginary digits. “I…think so?” she responded in a questioning tone, the flush on her cheeks more pronounced. “Normally when I imagine things they don’t feel quite so…nice.” A slight smile appeared on her lip. Maybe she really was as desperate as she came across? Why else would she imagine fingers sliding inside her?<br><br>Still, something niggled the realistic part of her brain, a kind of nagging warning. Things were not what they appeared, she needed to wake up but she really didn’t want to. It had been months since she felt this relaxed, relaxed enough to enjoy her naughty fantasies without feeling guilty afterward. For a while, it seemed like a waste of time, time that could be spent looking for a job. Now she had one, though? So indulging a bit wouldn’t hurt too badly. All she had to do was let her imagination take here where she wanted to go, he didn't seemed bothered by it in fact he seemed...excited maybe?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Experimental Behavior (Top Cat&amp;Onyx)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Top Cat</strong> on <strong>10-03-2017, 06:01:57</strong>
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				Jacob stroked Penelope's head gently with his free hand. "If you're having hallucinations, then why don't you close your eyes," he suggested. "Then you can tell me what you're feeling, and we can move forward from there." <br><br>He waited until she either closed her eyes, or made it clear that she wasn't going to, then added a third finger inside of her, and started thrusting more vigorously. "There, that reaction - what just happened there?" he prompted, knowing full well what she'd be talking about. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Experimental Behavior (Top Cat&amp;Onyx)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Onyx</strong> on <strong>10-03-2017, 06:34:12</strong>
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				He really was being very kind to her, at least for the moment. Stroking her hair while she worked through…whatever was happening right now. On his request, she closed her eyes a gasp of pleasure escaping her throat as what felt like a third finger was added making her shutter in obvious enjoyment. “It…it feels like another finger has been added and oh…it’s thrusting inside me.” Penelope’s hips bucked sharply and her she grew, even more, been aroused. Her essences beginning to make the passage of his digits even smoother than before. “Feels….good.” <br><br>At one point her eyes opened just for a moment and she swore she saw him actually moving his fingers inside her making her quiver and moan like a well-trained brothel worker. She tried to focus, really tried but pleasure made her brain cloudy and her lower stomach began to feel warm. “Why….is it so real?” this can’t be her imagination, but he’d said it was so…was it? She really couldn’t be certain at this point.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Experimental Behavior (Top Cat&amp;Onyx)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Top Cat</strong> on <strong>10-03-2017, 06:49:03</strong>
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				Jacob decided it was time to take it up another notch. "You seem to be obsessed with the idea of sex," he commented. "Would you like me to make it real?" He stopped fingering her, took a step back, and started undressing. "You can have everything you and your body want," he said encouragingly, "for just one small promise." <br><br>Undressed, he started running his hands over her body gently, massaging her without <em>quite</em> getting back to her erogenous zones. "Tell me that you belong to me," he said warmly, "and you can have it all." Jacob was a little short, at 5'6", but he had learned in high school the value of exercise. He was lean, with faint muscle definition in all of the right parts. And his penis, while not deserving of any superlative adjectives, was at least noteworthy in its sudden appearance in her presence. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Experimental Behavior (Top Cat&amp;Onyx)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Lady Onyx</strong> on <strong>10-03-2017, 07:01:38</strong>
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				Her eyes certainly opened wide at that comment though they lacked the focus she'd had when they first began speaking. The soft rational part of her mind was trying to tell her it was a very bad idea to give into his request. She was getting into something that she had no hope of getting out of without a great deal of strife on her part. This was not a normal job that much was obvious but oh..she really did want it and badly at that. She was hot, practically quivering with the desire to be taken and filled until she couldn't stand it. It would be so easy to give in to him, to grant him his request than hopefully, the need would go away. He said anything she wanted, so a job, money a chance to actually exercise her trade even if it was as a mere assistant. It would solve all her problems, and she was so very tired of having nothing but problems.<br><br>"I belong to you." she finally said her voice still placid and very obviously under the influence of the gas that was still pumping in the room. Her blue eyes drifted down his frame, he really was an attractive man and oh...she zeroed in on his erection licking her lips as a pulse of want shot through her. "Please, I want it now. I want to be filled up." the rational part of her brain was silenced now and all that remained was an intense desire that caused moisture to pool between her legs. He would make it better, he promised he would. Then maybe they could continue the interview.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Experimental Behavior (Top Cat&amp;Onyx)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Top Cat</strong> on <strong>13-03-2017, 21:31:11</strong>
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				Jacob was quite pleased with what the gas was doing, even if it wasn't fully ready for sale. <em>It still does <span class="bbc_u">most</span> of what I want...</em><br><br>With a faint grunt, he climbed up on the table with Penelope, took position over her, and drove himself into her. <em>It's... been a while,</em> he thought. <em>for me, and apparently for her, too.</em> She was tight, certainly tighter than the last woman he'd been with. He drove his mind quickly away from <em>that</em> memory. <br><br>Penelope was here, Penelope was ready, and Penelope was certainly attractive enough. Her form, lying beneath him as he started riding her, gave him some new thoughts, new ideas on ways to use her. That gave him a bit of renewed energy, and he leaned down to ride her harder. Absently, almost as though it was expected, he leaned in to kiss her, seeking her own confirmation (in a twisted way). 
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