"So I told her these things, like how she loved sucking me, how much she loved her body. I didn't mean them like commands, but she took them that way. I was trying to, to tell her how I felt, you know? She started to come out of it after, I don't know, maybe ten, fifteen minutes? It was almost daylight, so we went to bed."
Madi let go of my cock and came up next to me. "I thought said you'd fucked her."
"I did," I said. "But not then. She promised we'd do it in the morning, this morning. We were both tired, half-drunk. We just stripped down and got into bed. Erin was asleep pretty much right away. I just... laid there. Or is it lay? Lied?"
"Lay," Madi said.
"Lay there. In bed. Staring up into the dark as the sun came up. It had been maybe three, four hours all told? And now this amazing girl I'd been crushing on for months, I have all these feelings and I say a few words to her at the bar as like a joke and now she's sleeping next to me, naked, like..." I gestured down to our own bodies, sweating in the late August heat. Madi' ceiling fan spun slowly, ineffectually above us.
"Like this," Madi said, holding me tighter. In the last light through the curtains, my skin looked unreasonably pale next to hers. "Like us."
"It's a lot," I said. "I'm a mess."
"It is," she said softly. "And we all are. You're real lost over this girl, yeah?"
I nodded, thinking of Erin in the candlelight. Something swelled in my chest. "I have been for awhile. Pining after her. Last night it just... happened. I honestly wasn't expecting it to, ever."
"And you have feelings for me, too? Some kind?"
"Working on that, Nine G, but yes. I've been thinking about you ever since that day in the elevator."
"Alright," she said, with something like relief. "So it's not just me. My turn now. This is the boring bit, so I'll try to keep you up." Her fingers wrapped around my cock. "Keep it interesting. You ready?"
* * *
"I did the tests, and you... you were right," Madi said. I looked down at her, clinging to my side. She ran a hand over my stomach, then moved to my bicep, prodding, testing the new, hard muscle. "There's something different about you."
I scoffed. "That's your conclusion?"
She pinched my arm, hard. "No flair for the dramatic," she said. "It's called building suspense. Something's... something's changed. Not just with you, with me, with us. It's other people, too. It's everything. The world."
"Really narrowing it down there, Madhuri."
"Jerk." Madi pinched my arm again, a bit softer now, then kissed the spot. "I can't say too much. But fine. Fine. That's fair. We'll start with you, Scott. It's all about you." She picked up her tablet, tapped the screen a few times, then held it up.
I squinted at the screen, cocked my head like a curious dog. I had no idea what I was looking at.
"I have no idea what I'm looking at," I said.
Madi rolled her eyes. "The physical changes, your bloodwork, the samples, your recovery time, the... the volume. I've never seen anything like it. Heightened testosterone levels, new chemical compounds in your blood, your saliva, your sweat, your..." She gulped, licked her lips. "Your. Um. Your semen."
"That explains... some things. Maybe. Compounds like what?"
"We... I don't know. They're pheromone-adjacent, but my lab assistant and I, we've... I've never seen anything like them before. Your... chemicals? They're way more complex, but also... simpler? In a weird way? Like... they made sense to us in a way that natural ones don't."
"Who's this we? This us?" I said.
"Hush," Madi said, patting my arm. She put the tablet behind her. "Not important right now. And but so, okay, in the wild, if your goal is to attract a mate, pheromones are a good bet. And we've tried, humans in general have, to replicate that, for centuries. Colognes, perfumes, even... ugh," she said, giving a shudder of revulsion at the thought, "body wash."
"There, there," I said, patting her head. "You'll survive."
"But you, whatever this is you're giving off," Madi continued, taking a deep breath and exhaling a happy sigh. "Whatever you've got going through you? It's perfect. Chemically, biologically. Most women wouldn't stand a chance with you, especially if you're also attracted to them. I mean look at me."
"Done," I said, leering at her body.
Madi laughed. "Seriously, though. When I first met you in the lift -- elevator, sorry -- looking like you did then, again, sorry, but I'd never have given you a second glance. No offense."
"I mean, some taken," I said. "You apologize too much."
"Touché. But you get what I'm saying. I'm with Nadja, happily, never been a big fan of cock -- again, no offense," she said, her fingers encircling my hardness. "I've sucked a few, fucked a few, but I haven't so much as glanced at a man in ages. And then after a few hours trapped in a box with you, I'm ready to jump your bones. Ever since, it's like I can't stop..." She stroked me absently.
"Madi?"
"I couldn't... can't stop thinking about you," she finished in a small voice. She took another deep breath. "When I'm alone, even when I'm with Nadja, I think about... what we could have done. What I wanted to do with you. To you. What you could have made me do." Her voice got even quieter and she looked down at her breasts against my side. "What I could have made you do."
"You wouldn't do that," I said. "I wouldn't. You didn't."
"No," she said. "No, I know. I fought it. You. It was..." She sighed, still fondling my cock. "Not easy, believe me. Especially when you... tell me to do things. But yeah. That's all I've got for now. You've got the gist," Madi said. "You're magic, just like I am, none of it makes any kind of rational sense. Still working to figure out your whole voice thing, sometime, get some more samples, make some recordings... sorry, rambling again. I would like to keep going, though, doing more tests if... if you're down with..."
She looked over at the sample cups, then turned her eyes up to mine. She stopped stroking my cock and took her hand away.
"Erin," she said. "You're still not sure."
I nodded.
"Fuck," Madi said. "Okay. Okayokayokay. So... no, we can work this out... so this Erin, she knows what you can do?"
"More or less. Some of it. Not the cum thing. I made her... asked her not to remember, when she was in a trance."
"Alright, so now she just thinks you're this really sexy, inexplicably attractive guy--"
"Hey. Easy now."
"And you can maybe do some kind of thing with your voice," she continued on. "And just being around you makes her horny, makes her..."
"Want to cum," I finished for her. "
Makes her want to cum
."
"Want to cum," Madi repeated dreamily. "Yeah. Especially when you do that. I know the feeling. I want to cum. I want to make you cum."
"And she's... I told her about all of this. What you and I did. Have been doing. Well, most of it. Apart from..."
Madi squeezed my still-hard cock. "Apart from today's developments," she finished. "With me."
I sighed and nodded.
"Whatever you said or did with with your girl Erin, even if she's not really jealous..."
"Not my girl," I protested.
"Yet. Early days. Whatever. She's lucky, 's all I'm saying. Speaking of," Madi reached over and grabbed her phone from the nightstand. "Aren't you supposed to pick her up? Escort her home?" She turned up her accent. "Shag her fuckin' brains out?"
"I mean, it's what, eight, nine o'clock? They close at four," I said, "and it's literally right downstairs."
Madi climbed on top of me, giving her breasts a playful shake. She smiled down at me. "So you're saying we've got time."
* * *
I woke slowly, still exhausted from the last twenty-four hours. I was spooned behind Madi, my hands on her breasts, inhaling the faux-honeysuckle-lilac scent of her hair. Over her shoulder, I noticed the two specimen cups were more than half-full.
"Finally he wakes up," Madi said. "You basically passed out after the second round. Thought I'd let you sleep." She put her hands over mine, keeping them in place, encouraging me to play with her tits. "I was dreaming of you. It was nice. Keep doing that."
"Good dreams?" I said.
"So good. You've no idea, I'm so sensitive right now. I want your cock in me so badly."
I teased her pussy with the head of my cock, feeling her wetness.
"Oh!" she said, and ground her hips back into me. "Don't stop."
"Stop what?" I rolled her nipple, strummed her clit.
"Any of it," Madi moaned. "All of it. My tits. My cunt. You absolute bastard."
I kept at it. She ground her whole body against me now, desperate, taunting. After several minutes her breathing grew ragged and she shook, reaching behind herself, digging her fingers into my thigh.
"Madhuri? Doctor Singh, did you just cum?" I asked.
