Staring at the screens, no one present dared to look anywhere else as everyone was fully aware that Damian wasn't happy. Gaining his attention could lead to a verbal tongue lashing, or worse, consideration as a free-use partner. Even his assistant, Mercedes, was on edge, barking at anyone who even looked in their boss's direction, standing as he was in the middle of the large room. It was common knowledge that he'd barely slept and had hardly eaten, so focused was he upon the experiment, he had devoted everything to it, even his well-being.
Staring at the screens, Damian was unhappy with the data that flashed before him. It wasn't what he'd predicted, which meant that there must be something wrong with the experiment. He just couldn't see what.
Mercedes recognised the signs in her boss's behaviour and, having debated its necessity for some time, came to a necessary decision.
"Everyone," she snapped, "leave the room."
Although she was not male, everyone recognised that not obeying Mercedes would undoubtedly end in the same manner as if she were, in their removal from the experiment. Immediately, everyone prepared to leave.
"Team two will return after an hour," Mercedes barked, "while other shifts will continue as usual unless otherwise specified. Now, out!"
As this last word reverberated across the room no one spoke, instead, silently following their orders, they all calmly left the room.
As the last person left, Mercedes let out an unhappy sigh. Damian had shown little reaction to the entirety of the room now being empty, and it worried her that her boss, her friend, had lately completely stopped taking care of himself. He even seemed to be making decisions on instinct rather than following the evidence and making decisions based on hard facts. This was disconcerting, and just not his usual behaviour.
Pushing her glasses back up her face, Mercedes' appearance was somewhat different than the first day of the experiment, where she'd travelled in the limo with Damian and the male participants. Gone was the gold underwear, in its place a smart dress skirt, pale-blue long-sleeve shirt, topped by a pure-white lab coat, her long blonde hair tied tightly into a ponytail. Whereas she'd felt quite exposed in the limousine, here in this environment she felt happy. She knew she was attractive, and because of that Damian enjoyed putting her into embarrassing situations, but despite this, somehow, he was the only person she had eyes for, and it had only been him for quite some time.
Standing tall in the middle of the room, surrounded by screens and computers, Damian looked somewhat ridiculous in the silvery, modern room, dressed as he was in a white suit with a white cowboy shirt (with tassels!), white trousers and white cowboy boots to match. He looked like a caricature of the colonel, but there was more to Damian than eleven herbs and spices.
"Sir," Mercedes spoke politely, "I hope I do not overstep my boundaries, but I believe that you have spent too much time working, and nowhere near enough time resting or generally looking after yourself."
With no response forthcoming, she decided to move closer towards Damian where, with one deft move, she unbuttoned his trousers before removing both them and his underwear, ignoring the fact he still wore tighty-whities.
Revealed was a flaccid cock, surrounded by a forest of white hair. None of this seemed to bother Mercedes who, kneeling before him, quickly took the soft lump into her mouth, bobbing in and out past her lips.
Slowly Damian grew, revealing a fairly average-sized cock, about five and a half inches and circumcised, yet while his assistant went to town, practically inhaling him down before working him over with her tongue and hands, the man barely responded as he remained lost in thought.
He felt angry that things weren't going as predicted, that the model he'd created, that he'd had assessed and confirmed as mathematically sound, was not being proven correct.
He'd been so sure that he could predict behaviours, especially primal acts like sex and lust, but these people were ruining it by letting their emotions take charge of them, something that he had dismissed out of hand. With such a large array of stunningly beautiful women on hand, what idiot would go back and fuck the same person again and again? And it wasn't even just the one!
Graham had been the first, yet his behaviour was confusing too. He professed love for Georgia, one of his very own researchers, but then slept with countless others! Both of them had even brought others into their relationship and then expressed jealousy of their own creation. No calculations could account for such lunacy.
Sve and Richard had also bought into relationships. Even that odious little twerp Rayne had been monogamous since his triste with Gina had begun. Worst of all, Noel had met someone, both of whom Damian had brought in as evidence that even the virginal could be corrupted. He'd wanted to see if both of them would fail in their celibacy, but as it turned out the presence of the other just strengthened each other's resolve.
Feeling something pleasurable between his legs, he looked down upon Mercedes, his trusted assistant, with whom he'd brought up from a freshly graduated naive scientist and who had worked with him for nigh on ten years. Their relationship was mostly professional he argued, Mercedes' now gently sucking on one of his hairy balls before her tongue licked up his length, there were just a few aspects of their professional relationship that he accepted were unique.
Watching her suck upon his length, he'd always felt more relaxed when she was doing this, something she'd begun doing so he could think and consider without the wasps in his head. It got rid of the distractions and, as no one else they'd tried out instead of Mercedes helped him feel anywhere near so relaxed, she was undoubtedly the best person to be his right-hand man, as it were. Solid, flexible, willing to follow his every whim. Except...
He'd had other women sexually of course, as he knew Mercedes had been with other men, but Mercedes was the only one who allowed him to move into a trance like this, where he could solve the issues that irked him. He trusted her to do whatever she, and he, needed, without needing to correct or guide him. He was comfortable with her, and... and...
Ah. He'd diagnosed the problem.
Around him in this inner sanctum worked countless stunning women, beauties all, but he'd not even considered that he would sleep with any one of them other than Mercedes. Yet in an experiment where he could have had anyone, due to his obsession he had even neglected her.
More than anything she was an important part of his decision-making process and by ignoring her, he'd ignored the maths. His calculations had intentionally ignored the effect emotions would have upon the relationships within the group, so what if...
"Mercedes," he spoke clearly while his assistant's tongue ran around his bulbous head, "I need you to calculate the result if you take into account emotions."
Popping him out of her mouth, she responded politely.
"I'll need to use a computer," she spoke even as she continued to wank him off.
"Agreed."
Permission granted, Mercedes stopped what she was doing and walked to her own desktop. Rather than sitting down, the calculations being rather simple, she bent over the keyboard, expecting this to take only a few moments. To her surprise, she felt her skirt lifted over her back and her comfortable lingerie removed, and a hand began to press against her cunt. She smiled and immediately felt more relaxed as he did so. This was how Damian was when he was himself and he needed to relax his conscious mind. And, as she felt her own body react willingly, it was about damn time.
Moving his dick against her slit, Damian pressed against her until he felt sufficient wetness, only then sliding inside her. He took his time, not wanting to cause discomfort to Mercedes, who continued to insert and calculate the numbers despite his manoeuvring himself inside her.
