Test Subject Revisited
After my hectic, sex crazed weekend with Abby, I was thinking I'd just about had enough. (See Test Subject Finale Ch 2) I was trying to reconcile how I felt about Abby, and trying to get my formula ready to market, but now I was having huge misgivings about the whole thing. I knew I would have to conduct further extensive trials to make sure my product was safe before it was launched on an unsuspecting world. It was going to be a very delicate balancing act, especially now with Abby in the equation.
A couple of weeks after Abby had accidentally drank my, 'love potion,' leading to a weekend of virtually none stop sex, I got a message from her telling me she had another layover, and asking if she could stay with me again. Well, since she always stayed with me when she was on a layover, and had her own room in my house, the answer of course was an unequivocal yes! There was no way on this earth I was going to refuse to have my sister stay with me.
This time we took things at a more relaxed and considered pace. It was a great weekend, and we even managed to do the more usual, what some might call, 'normal,' things. Going out for dinner on Saturday night, a nice breakfast on Sunday, going to the movies, going to see a band at the local pub. Just the normal things, and on top of that, the sex was amazing. Abby didn't need my compound to be an exciting and eager lover, although she said that she'd like to try it again sometime in the future, but a much smaller dose, just enough to give her an, 'edge,' and retain a little more control of herself.
We were talking about my, 'love juice,' as we lay in bed after a rather satisfactory but exhausting couple of hours of lovemaking, when she asked me if I had any more thoughts as to when I may put it on the market.
I told her that I'd kind of put the whole think on hold in my mind right now. I'd been having some second thoughts about that. I knew it could help a lot of women with genuine medical problems, both physical and psychological, but I needed to do more tests. If I did that I explained, and tested it on more women, and the women became uncontrollably horny as they had done so far, I'd have to send them home in a distressed, voraciously horny, and vulnerable condition. I hadn't let that happen to her, and had protected her from herself, but now that we were lovers I didn't feel that I could do that anymore. She laughed and hugged me affectionately.
'I think you need to carry on with your tests and get your product on the market ASAP,' she told me. 'It could help so many women, women who are desperate, women with physical sexual and psycho sexual problems. They need your help, the help that your amazing formula could give them.'
'Just carry on testing,' she urged me, 'and carry on doing what you have to do. It's not as if you're going out to a night club to pick someone up for sex. This is a genuine reason; you're doing what you have to do for a real and genuine purpose. I know you love me; I have no doubts about that, but I'm away from home for weeks on end. What I don't know while I'm away won't hurt me. If you need my permission to do what you have to do, then by all means yes, you have it. Just take all precautions, wear condoms always, keep your... sorry
my
...
our
business clean. Do you understand what I'm saying?'
'Of course Abby, and I must say you're being unbelievably understanding, and generous,' I said. 'If that does happen to crop up, I'll be the soul of discretion. I don't want it to impinge on our relationship. That's more precious to me than anything.' She nodded and kissed me, and as the saying goes, one thing led to another...
Just because I had Abby's permission, that didn't mean I was going to go hog wild, and fuck every woman that crossed my path. It still didn't feel a hundred per cent right to me.
At the same time, I decided that I was going to give up my short term renting of the office/consulting rooms I had been using to run my test sessions. My house had three bedrooms, two good sized ones, and a smaller one which I used as a study, or home office. With a little tidying up, I could use that as a consulting room instead and save myself a fair bit of money. Okay, it wouldn't look so professional, but it was a case of swings and roundabouts. With that in mind I put in my notice with the landlords that I was giving up my short term tenancy, and I began to pack up the things I had in the office I was renting, ready to make the move.
It was a Saturday morning, (as usual) simply because I worked the rest of the week and Saturday mornings were quite often when I ran my tests, although I had no test booked for today because obviously I was clearing out the office. I had almost finished when I heard my doorbell ring. Well that was unusual because I worked on an appointments system only, and I knew I had no appointments that morning. I dismissed it as someone pressing the wrong doorbell, but no, off it went again, so I picked up the intercom phone and answered. There was a hesitation, a silence, and then.
'H... hello,' a woman's voice said. She sounded nervous, timid even. 'I'm a friend... a friend of Josephine's. I hope you know who I'm referring to,' and I assured her that I did 'She said... said perhaps you could help me. Can we talk? I won't take up too much of your time... I promise.' So, I buzzed her into the building and went out to the top of the stairs to greet her.
A young woman came up the stairs, and I could see right away that she wore baggy, shapeless clothes that concealed her body and added nothing to her appearance. A sweater, at least one size too big for her slim figure, and a long, grey skirt well below her knees. She had good legs though, what I could see of them, with very neat ankles. Flat heeled shoes, all screaming, don't look at me! Her hair was dark and dead straight, quite long, well past shoulder length, but it looked as if she cut it herself. She gave me a hesitant smile as she stepped onto the landing where I was standing. She offered her hand, and even her handshake was limp and lifeless, lacking any grip.
On the other hand, nervous though her smile may have been, it was a smile that lit up her face. She was a natural beauty, and with just a little make-up, she would have looked spectacularly so. Unfortunately, she wore absolutely no make-up at all, not even minimal mascara to make the most of her eyes, her skin looked good, flawless in fact, with that well-scrubbed just out of the shower look.
'Hello,' she said as she offered her hand, 'I'm Mandy.' I smiled in return and indicated my open office door, inviting her in. I locked the door behind us, and she looked kind of panic stricken. I could see she was frightened, and stood back from her, giving her plenty of space. I explained that the door was locked for security reasons, not to detain her in any way, but I would unlock it if it made her feel better. She nodded, so I unlocked the door, and opened it, leaving her an obvious escape route out of my office if she needed it. She seemed to relax, and I indicated that she should sit down on one of the office chairs opposite my desk.
'Okay Mandy,' I started, speaking quietly to avoid being overheard by anyone passing in the corridor. Unlikely, because all the units here were offices, and were mostly closed for the weekend, but she wasn't to know that, and if it made her a little more comfortable being here, then well and good. 'How may I help you; you sounded rather desperate if I may say so?' She nodded mutely, and looked at the floor. An embarrassed silence followed while she obviously wrestled with what was bothering her. I waited, giving her time to formulate what she was going to say.
'Josephine's my cousin,' she began, looking at the door nervously, 'we were talking... about sex... oh god, I'm so embarrassed, you'll think I'm really stupid.' I shook my head and assured her that I didn't think she was stupid at all. I was actually thinking there had obviously been some trauma here. She was a lot like a frightened deer in the headlights, ready for flight at any moment.
