Dr. Ayo Obkonko finished the intricate security protocols that shut down her computer. She had just sent her last post to Erotic Mind Control Archives and was glad the workday was over. Not that she didn't enjoy being the top quantum cosmologist at Brookhaven National Laboratory. The juju that allowed her to tweak men's minds also made her a genius. Her research was going well, looking to propel her toward a third Nobel Prize in as many years.
Last year's prize had been for her discovery that quarks are not the ultimate components of matter. Ayo had shown that they, in turn, are composed of still smaller entities, spasming, slit-like structures that Ayo had named -- to the consternation of journalists and high-school science teachers -- "cunnies." Like their eponymous anatomical counterparts, cunnies came in three "orientations," which Ayo appropriately dubbed "straight," "bi," and "lezzy."
No, Ayo's work was going well, but it did take time away from more urgent business. As usual at this time of day, Ayo was horny and needed to get home quickly. Oh, she had gotten some relief at mid-day from Carlos, her wonderful staff assistant: from her assistant's wonderful staff, to be more precise. Ayo smiled, remembering how she was panting when Carlos had draped her over that leather couch in her office and made her howl in ecstasy as he fucked her brains out. But he had only been able to fuck her three times and too many hours had dragged by since that delightful interlude. Now the heat between her legs had returned, and no amount of air conditioning could cool it.
Perhaps the afternoons wouldn't be so long if she got to know Olga, the lithe blonde on fellowship from the Niels Bohr Institute in Copenhagen. Although the girl's work on String Theory was suffering, she was having the time of her life with the janitorial staff and would probably be taking home a chocolate-colored baby if she kept it up. Her husband would probably be grateful to Ayo if Olga spend some time with her head between Ayo's legs and less time with large black cocks between her own. But that would have to wait until Monday at the earliest. Ayo had seen the young woman being led away to spend the weekend in the inner city with a group of her new friends.
The tingling in her loins made Ayo close the office door a little too forcefully and soon her firm round ass rolled hypnotically as the heels of her five-inch, red spaghetti-strap sandals were clicking down the sidewalk toward the parking lot. The expanse of brown flesh exposed by her leopard-skin miniskirt had almost snapped the necks of several lucky colleagues she had passed in the corridor. The bangles and matching gold ear loops dazzled in the sun, highlighting her fiery lipstick and matching, brightly polished finger and toenails. She did not even need to send out a subtle mind field to ensure every male and half the women around would gape at her.
Although Ayo enjoyed teasing, she was not a cruel woman and ensured that the men she aroused so easily didn't stay frustrated long. At several departmental parties she had had the opportunity for brief conversations with the wives and girlfriends of her longsuffering colleagues. Snippets of overheard conversation assured her the little talks had been effective.
"I can't believe what's gotten into Chin-li, besides, me," Reginald Fine had laughed conspiratorially to his buddy, Aswaddy Kumar. "She never turns me down anymore. Last weekend she met me at the door wearing nothing but high heels and a bow around her neck."
"Is true," his friend replied. "Maria Consuelo told me she's thinking about quitting the law firm and starting a family. Wanted to know if I thought eight babies would be too enough for me!"
