"Remarkable," Dr. Kaspar said, lifting his pale, greenish-gray eye from the microscope. He rubbed the back of his neck with slender fingers, and at a loss for words, he repeated, "Remarkable."
Behind him, Dr. Gamache nodded. A set of thick glasses bobbed on the bridge of his hawkish nose. Gamache couldn't remember the last time that Kaspar had difficulty finding his tongue. As suited men of their brilliance, both of them had seemingly limitless vocabularies- albeit much of it was scientific gobbledygook.
"It's worked," Gamache said through an ear-to-ear grin.
As if to validate this assertion, Kaspar's right eye went back to the microscope. Through it, he watched the hyperactive cellular activity of their latest specimen of chimp semen.
"You know what this means," Kaspar said. His hands quivered with barely contained excitement.
"The end of infertility," Gamache replied, then added, "We're going to be rich, rich men."
***
High heels clicked bouncing echoes down the darkened, tiled hallway. Blonde pigtails bobbed, and long legs swished against the fabric of Nancy's short, white skirt. The ridiculously exaggerated cut of the nurse's uniform was already making Gamache's mouth water.
"You're sure we won't get caught?" the young lab assistant asked. Her sparkling blue eyes were wide and twinkled with excitement.
Gamache shook his head. He couldn't take his eyes off Nancy's tight, round ass long enough to look her in the face when he said, "No, everyone's gone for the night. Jerry's girlfriend just flew in from Europe. We won't see him until tomorrow afternoon."
"Oh, good," Nancy said, her lips dark with red lipstick. They curved into a devilish smile.
"Then we have all night," she said.
Gamache had lusted after the graduate student all semester, and Nancy Wilkes had proven as useful as she did insanely hot. Her I.Q. was admirable if not on par with his own, and she knew her way around the lab. Of course, she made mistakes now and then, but she was young, and her curves more than made up anything lacking in the intelligence department. Not to mention the deadly pigtails she was sporting at the moment.
The doctor had no idea what she might see in him. He was tall and lanky, not much more than a lab jacket full of pointy elbows and knees, a prominent Adam's apple, and a thatch of sandy blonde hair on top of an oval-shaped head. Gamache had been told more than once that he looked like a walking scarecrow.
"So is it true?" Nancy asked, whirling towards him and brushing her ample breasts against Dr. Gamache's chest. He could look right down her shirt and see the pale white skin leading into the lacy fabric of Nancy's bra.
"Wha... wha... whaat?" Gamache stammered. His mouth felt dry. He felt his erection straining, desperate to be released.
"That you're hung like a horse?"
And then Nancy's hands slipped into his pants.
"GAAAAH!" Gamache cried and shivered with pleasure. His glasses rattled off his face and clattered to the floor.
"Oh, yay," Nancy replied with a coy look. "It's true."
"THIS," Gamache sighed, savoring the feel of his lab assistant's hands on his throbbing manhood, "is what I call a celebration."
They stumbled into the laboratory, their hands groping and clawing, squeezing and grasping. A keyboard skidded, dropped, and clanged into a metal trash can as Gamache propped Nancy up on a desk. A gong-like bang resounded through the room as plastic met aluminum. The letter "v" popped off and clattered around the bottom of the bin like a broken tooth.
"You look so good," Gamache whispered between wet kisses. He hungrily gobbled up Nancy with his eyes. His sight was blurry, and he almost wanted to find his glasses so he could see her more clearly. All the same, he could see enough. The tight, white nurse's uniform hugged her luscious curves. Gamache was glad he had made her buy it at that costume shop for this occasion. Meanwhile, Nancy's breasts heaved; her blue eyes burned; her expression was fierce and needy.
"Fuck me, doctor," she demanded.
"Yes, maam," Gamache replied and unbuckled his pants. As he began to slide out of his lab jacket, Nancy stopped him with her hands.
"Leave the jacket on," she said. Gamache complied.
When he finally managed to slide into Nancy, he thought his heart might stop. Nancy wrapped her legs around him, her heels digging into the top of Gamache's buttocks. Her hands gripped his forearms. Her long nails dug into his skin.
"Yes, doctor, yes!"
Gamache had to squeeze his eyes shut and turn off thought. If he looked at her for another second, if he saw her bright red lips open in a gasping 'O' or the movement of her breasts as he pumped into her, he wouldn't be able to last for another second.
"Look at me," she said in a low, breathless voice.
"I can't. I'll cum," Gamache said through gritted teeth.
"We have all night." A soft sigh punctuated the sentence. "Go ahead. I want you to."
Gamache opened his eyes, and indeed, it proved his undoing. The sight of Nancy, her top pulled open to reveal bouncing breasts, her flushed cheeks, the twinkle of sweat on her smooth skin, brought the sperm boiling from Dr. Gamache's testicles and gushing through the swollen purple head of his engorged member.
He wasn't concerned about impregnating the poor girl. He knew he was infertile.
"Good boy," Nancy said when the last spurt dribbled from Dr. Gamache's withering penis. She slapped his naked ass with her palm. The sound echoed like a thunder clap through the empty lab.
"Let's do it again," she added with a girlish giggle.
"HOW ABOUT YOU FUCKING CLOSE THOSE LEGS, SLUT!" a new and very unhappy voice blasted through the darkness.
Dr. Gamache and Nancy's heads jerked towards the sounds, their expressions not unlike those of teenagers caught while fooling around by their parents. Gamache's throat clicked, the words perhaps blocked by the bobbing obstruction of his Adam's apple.
"Gary?" Nancy squealed.
"You fucking BITCH!" the voice responded, and a barrel-chested, hairless ape stalked out of the shadows. The ape's face was either blood red with insane fury or the most painful sunburn in the history of mankind. Either way, Dr. Gamache did not look forward to the repercussions.
"Gary, have you been following me?" Nancy said, and her apparent confusion began to morph into angry accusation. Gamache struggled into his pants as Nancy hopped off the desk and padded towards the new man in her bare feet.
"It's OVER! How many times..." SLAP! Nancy's words were cut off with a swipe from the ape's left hand as it collided with her face.
Gamache's jaw dropped. He'd only ever seen women hit in the movies, and he wasn't sure how to react. He stood no physical chance against the hairless monstrosity before him, and yet felt he had a moral obligation to respond in some fashion.
"Now... s...see here," Dr. Gamache stammered, painfully aware of how much like an English fruit he sounded. His vision impaired due to his lost glasses, Gamache didn't register the fist thrusting into his face until it was about two inches from unavoidable contact. Skin met skin, and Gamache saw stars before dropping like sack of potatoes.
Nancy held the side of her face, knowing that at least she'd have a bruise to show as evidence when she reported Gary to the police. When Gary swiveled towards her, his face set and mushed up the way it did when he got pissed, she prayed to God that she wouldn't be reporting a rape on top of an assault charge.
"Now you get yours, cunt," Gary snarled, verifying all of Nancy Wilkes' worst fears.
Nancy grabbed a microscope off a near table and threw it as hard as she could. The microscope smacked Gary's substantial forehead with a meaty thud.
"Bitch!" Gary cursed and ran at her. Nancy, more frightened than she'd ever been in her life, attempted to dash away, but the ape caught her with two trunk-like arms. He swept her off the ground. Determined and feral, Nancy would not go easily. Her knee smashed into Gary's groin, and he coughed air from his lungs with a grunting gasp. Gary swung her into a bank of computers. Nancy cried out, flipped in the air, and crashed to the ground.
Something clicked, and equipment buzzed to life.
Gary, the hulking monster, grabbed a fistful of Nancy's long, blonde hair and began to pull her across the floor. Nancy uttered a weak groan but did not resist. His eyes caught sight of a long, metal table under a slew of snaking wires in the middle of the lab: the perfect spot to take care of business.
A countdown, unseen by Gary and the near-unconscious Nancy, bleeped backwards on a monitor: two minutes. One minute, fifty nine seconds. One minute, fifty-eight.
The bald pate of Gary's head gleamed in the glare of red lights flickering to life on the ceiling. He pulled Nancy up and bent her over the metal table.
Forty-six seconds. Forty-five....
Gary unzipped his pants and yanked out his chubby, short penis. Although hard, it wasn't much larger than his thumb.
Nancy moaned and whispered, "Please, no."
Ten seconds. Nine. Eight.
"You're gonna take this," Gary said as the countdown reached zero, "and you're going to love i..."
He was cut off by a blinding flash of white light, and an electrical surge that left his ears ringing. One of the computer monitors exploded, sending yellow sparks sizzling across the room.
Just as quickly, it was over.
"What the fuck?" Gary said as his eyes attempted to readjust after the glare subsided. When a moment passed, and nothing happened, he shrugged and turned back to the more important matter at hand: raping his ex-girlfriend
He felt something move. This would not have been a peculiar circumstance if the feeling hadn't come from within Gary's hanging genitals. He looked down at himself, at his knobby cock and the floppy sack dangling underneath it.
"Holy... fucking... shit."
