REVENGE OF THE LAB NERD.
Her legs felt like Jell-O as she walked down the hallway of the Hoover building heading for the elevator. For the first time in the past hour she was calm. The nagging, burning ache between her legs had settled down to an annoying itch. What the hell was wrong with her? She never acted like this. She had just had the most severe fucking of her life, but she was almost ready for more.
She knew there was something wrong, but she couldn't quite put her finger on what it was. Pausing before the elevator she had a brief moment of rational thought. But before the thought caught hold the elevator opened and all disturbing thoughts fled, as she looked into the horsy face of Gunther the lab geek. Shit, she thought, not again.
Gunther gave her his sweet pathetic smile and moved to make room for her on the elevator. She stepped on praying that he would keep his mouth closed. Looking the other way, trying desperately to ignore the stupid geek, she could not see the way Gunther was sniffing the air. Her musky smell was strong. Special Agent Dana Scully had responded well, he thought. She reeked of pussy juice and cum. His little science experiment was working nicely. Gunther felt a stirring down below.
Scully kept her eyes focused on the numbers while the elevator descended down to the research levels. She was completely ignoring the tall man and did not catch the feral look he gave her. Gunther had a secret. And despite Agent Scully's ice queen exterior, he was determined that she would find out his secret in a very intimate way. He had tried being friendly, but the woman was such a bitch that drastic measures had been needed. Reaching out, he pushed the emergency stop button and the elevator ground to a halt.
Scully looked at him and thought, what now? Looking into his face she was briefly taken aback by the lecherous glare in his eyes. She had no doubts about her ability to handle the nerd, but a chill passed down her spine. Keeping her voice steady she said, "Uhh Gunther, what are you doing?" Gunther crossed his arms over his chest; leaned against the control panel to block her access and his lips opened in a toothy smile.
"You've had a busy morning haven't you Agent Scully. Did Lloyd and Henry help you with your little problem?" She was briefly puzzled that he was able to speak so clearly with no sign of a stutter. But then she realized what he was obviously referring to. She shifted her feet and suddenly wished she had her underwear. A stream of juices dribbled down her bare thigh.
"Yes, they are going to fix my car." Gunther's smile grew wider. He was giving her the creeps. And as disturbing as the thought was, she started to feel the now-familiar burning in her pussy. Really, she thought, how bad could he be? He might be worth one quick orgasm.
Sidling up closer to him, she batted her eyes and looked up into his homely face. "Gunther, I have a problem." He tried to keep his face neutral, but his smile grew at her predicament. "What's wrong Agent? Do you need my assistance?"
Scully slowly lifted her skirt and showed him her slightly swollen, dripping snatch. Batting her eyelashes she said, "I need a man right now."