Daughters of the American Evolution - Eve, Ch. 03 (Conclusion)
This story is part of a series called "Daughters of the American Evolution." The stories are all based on the concept of an allegedly sinister (some say beneficent) organization called 'Families Interaction Therapists', or FIT, that has put into action a plan to subliminally convert every female on earth to lesbianism, and to non-violently reduce the number of men on earth by 98%.
Eve's story is the account of how it all began....this is the conclusion of this chapter of her life.
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Eve sat at her desk in the Research and Development lab of Devonshire Analytical, Ltd, one of Sydney, Australia's leading pharmaceutical companies, pondering the mystery of the unknown person who had contaminated the formulation under her care, and, even more perplexing, why they had done it. Idly, she tickled the small, stuffed koala that Andrew Holstead had given her for her birthday. Its glassy eyes stared back at her in a friendly, but professional, manner.
As he was much older than Eve, Andrew had been something of a substitute father figure to the twenty-four year old American. Her parents and two sisters were back in Seattle, and she was feeling just a slight touch of home sickness. She brushed back her dark blonde hair with her hand, and sighed. She had been in Australia as the decade turned into the 1990s, nearly a full year away from home.
As to 'who' might have caused the contamination, Eve mentally reviewed each person who had most access. First, of course, as head of the lab, was Andrew Holstead. He had greatest access, and never had to let anyone know what he was up to. But Eve couldn't divine any reason why he would bother to do so. He had barely shown any interest in the project over and above that required by his job.
Next was Ben Marker, the scientist who had access, the necessary skills, and had been mysteriously absent from the lab on many occasions, and who had been seen with a very odd stranger, according to Cynthia. But again, why would he be doing this? Jealousy of Eve's role in development of the new formula?
Maybe, but it wasn't as though this would be a revolutionary new product. It was really a run of the mill, over the counter discomfort reducer for women - perhaps a steady seller for their client, Novagon, if it were successful, but most likely nothing more than that.
And that left Cynthia Murray. She was no scientist, only a lab technician with a BS degree. She was also young, so she brought neither knowledge or experience to the sabotage, nor could Eve think of any reason why Cynthia would get involved with sabotaging a project at Devonshire.
She seemed like the best place for Eve to start her investigation, however, as twenty-one year old Cynthia would probably be the easiest to eliminate, and certainly the most naive - Eve was obviously no detective, and needed to practice her investigational skills on a suspect who wouldn't know any better.
Eve waited until she and Cynthia were alone in the lab. Andrew and Ben were away at a day-long seminar in Bathurst, and Eve had a fair certainty that she and Cynthia wouldn't be interrupted, as Eve slyly (she hoped) quizzed her.
"Cyn, how's it going?" Eve asked, conversationally.
"Fine," answered the short-haired, almost boyish, lab technician. "How about you?"
"Oh, pretty good," Eve said. She was trying to think of how she could get on the subject she wanted to talk about, when Cynthia continued.
"Hey, I notice you and Adana from the Executive Suite are hanging out a lot," Cynthia said, her eyes speculative.
"Um, what do you mean?" Eve asked, nervously.
Cynthia grinned. "I saw you two at the Coles market two Saturdays ago, in the produce aisle. You seemed rather...chummy. You two were giggling at the cucumbers."
"Oh, uh, we had gone somewhere that day, a movie, and it was just easier if we did some shopping together...you know, do it all at once." Eve felt a light sheen of sweat break out on her forehead.
"Yuhh,
'do it'
, I know," Cynthia said, her tone, and the leer on her face conveying the impression that she had Eve perfectly pegged, unfortunately. Cynthia was a very attractive girl of about twenty one, somewhat on the athletic side, and Eve had more than once wondered how Cynthia would be in bed - at least since Eve had had her life converted, anyway.
Ever since Eve had been infected with a mysterious protozoan, she had become an enthusiastic lesbian - with Adana, the woman who had inadvertently infected her, and with two female baker friends, the women who introduced Eve to sapphic love in the restroom of their bakery. But she had tried to keep her new sexual interests under wraps, otherwise.
Neither Eve nor Adana felt that they had to be monogamous with each other, though they were deeply in love with each other. Eve conceded that it was quite unusual for someone to be both deeply in love with another, but also very interested in fucking many others, but what was there about Eve's stay in Australia that had NOT been unusual?
Eve decided that she had to get the conversation back on track.
"Cyn, I wanted to ask you about the incident we had a few weeks ago - you know, the contamination of the batch of formula? I'm asking everyone in the lab, what they saw, and what they remember from that time, in order to get a better idea of what happened...to prevent it in the future."
"Oh, okay, sure, ask away. Let me just check the door, to see that we're not interrupted. That way you can get it finished faster." Cynthia went and locked the lab door. That seemed a little unusual, but Eve shrugged.
Presenting herself back at Eve's cubicle, she stood by Eve, who was seated.
"Please, take a seat," Eve said, gesturing at Ben's chair in the cubicle next to hers.
"Nah, I sit too much as it is, it helps me stay in shape if I'm on me feet. Besides, Ben farts in that chair." Cynthia wrinkled her nose.
"Does he?" Eve said. "I hadn't noticed.'
"Yeah, well, you've not been next to him when he cuts one...I'm surprised the lab rats don't just all kick off. They're pretty sensitive, you know."
"Speaking of lab rats," Eve said, "I wanted to find out what you might have seen that you thought was...unusual, around that time."
"Oh, I'll be happy to discuss that, there's some unusual things happening alright, but really, you haven't noticed them yourself?" Cynthia asked, moving closer to Eve.
"Like what?" Eve asked, puzzled.
"Oh, like your fucking that hot little secretary from down the hall...maybe having your tongue deep inside her steamy little twat?" Cynthia said, with an evil grin, as she grabbed Eve's wrist, and twisted the American's arm behind her back in a flash.
"OWWW! What?" Eve exclaimed.
If she were hoping to reason any more with Cynthia, it didn't seem likely that her expectations would be met, as Cynthia forced Eve's face onto her desk, the scientist brutally pinned to the wood surface. Clearly, Cynthia was MUCH stronger than Eve had ever thought.
Eve's thoughts were racing rapidly - it looked as though she'd found the culprit on her first try! But now she was not exactly in a position to do anything about it. However, Eve's thoughts began to travel in a radically different direction as her body began to respond to Cynthia's unexpected abuse.
While Eve was pinned by Cynthia's right hand, her left hand was, first, flipping up Eve's white lab coat onto her back, followed by her dress being flipped up the same way, followed in rapid succession by her panties being pulled down, and Cynthia's hand slipping between Eve's thighs.
Surprisingly, after such rough, inexplicable treatment, Cynthia's hand and fingers were very gentle...at first...and then very obviously, practiced in the ways of bringing pleasure to another woman. Cynthia's finger tips were teasing and tracing along not only Eve's increasingly hot cunny and clit, but also over the sweet sensitivity between pussy and anus, and all around her ass hole itself.
