"Me?" Michelle asked, trying not to sound too bored as she exchanged standard small talk with her utterly average blind date while she picked at her chicken. "I work in marketing, basically I convince people to buy things they don't need with money they don't have. What about you?" Honestly it didn't matter what he said, so just repeated something clever she'd heard someone else say - she didn't plan on going on a second date with this guy. He was a little shorter than his profile had said, and a little less interesting than he seemed from texting, but he wasn't a bad sort... for someone else. She just had standards, that's all. Why shouldn't she? She was a beautiful busty blond in her late twenties that men were lining up to shoot their shot with. She filled out the curves of her leggings and her tight blouse in all the right ways and had noticed men checking her out from across the crowded restaurant, so she clearly didn't have to settle for second best.
"Oh, me? I work for Metamedicine. As a systems analyst." Tim said, watching her eyes glaze over. It was obvious that she had no interest in him. She was just another slut looking for another free meal, but that was okay - he'd known that before he ever asked her out. She was perfect for what he wanted to do tonight. "Okay, you know all those commercials about 'The Implant'?" he asked, waiting for her to nod, "I work for them." Tim by contrast was as gifted in brains as he was lacking in most everything else. He was 5'9", wore glasses, and at just past 30 he was already starting to develop a receding hairline - he noticed that no one had developed an implant to take care of that little problem yet.
"Oh my gosh," she said, finally lighting up for the first time tonight. Not because of him of course, but because it was another chance to talk about herself. "I love my implant. LOVE. It changed my life!"
"You have one?" he asked, feigning surprise, he'd checked before he set up the date, otherwise there was little point in him coming out at all. "What a coincidence."
"Right?" she said, not even really listening to him. "Before this I tried three different kinds of pills, but they had such horrible side effects. I tried the shot but it made me crazy. I even tried an IUD, but it made my cramps unbearable. But then you made this little miracle worker, and now everything is great! No pregnancy, no side effects. Nothing."
"That's great," Tim said, pretending to care as he flipped open his diagnostic device under the table and turned it to his custom program. He couldn't see what it was doing after he hit the activate button, but he knew what was happening. Even now his machine was exchanging security tokens with the device injected next to her ovaries, sending it a new program for the night. "25 million women can't be wrong," he said, repeating the latest marketing tagline his company had cranked out. It was a little marketing joke, but it was going to go right over her head. In thirty minutes everything would go over her head though, except her need for cock, so it was par for the course. "It's been the best selling birth control device since they approved it in 2027."
"And honestly," she said, finally starting to engage him in real conversation for the first time all night, "It was about time. The pill is almost 70 years old. Don't you think it's about time we deserved an upgrade?"
"Exactly," he said, smiling genuinely now that she was actually starting to treat him like a person. If nothing else, women loved to talk about themselves. "We're even making one now that will help women conceive.. Like yours but in reverse." He didn't tell her that it was functionally identical, it just had different firmware to trigger different sorts of hormones in the body. It also had the side effect of making the women with fertility mode enabled extremely horny - just as nature intended.
But the topic opened her up, and it led to other things: how she could use the implant to skip a period if she wanted to with the app, how much her last boyfriend hated condoms, and even how she still let him come over for the occasional booty call still, even they'd been broken up for like three months. Michelle was surprised that she was getting so personal, but she couldn't help herself. Something inside was slowly starting to bloom, and she crossed and recrossed her legs uncomfortably. This guy wasn't really her type, but now that she'd gotten to know him a little bit he was interesting and kinda funny. He was a good listener and something about him just made her tingle. Secretly she started to hope he'd ask her back to his place, even though she would never be so unladylike as to broach the subject herself.
But as the clock ticked closer to nine, and the topic started to drift back towards work, Tim started to make his excuses. The morning waits for no man, and his commute was coming early and all that. But he had no intention of going home alone, he just wanted to make her sweat. Honestly, orgasms aside, this might be his favorite part. Starting the night with a girl that obviously had no intention in going on a second date with him and finishing it with a girl who would literally beg him to fuck him by the time it was over; this must be what it was like to be tall and good looking all the time, he mused.
Michelle for her part was growing flustered. Was he really just going to go home? Couldn't he see the signals she was putting out? That she hated sleeping alone on such cold nights? That she could really go for a drink? That it had been such a long time since she had gotten laid... which wasn't really true because she'd fucked her ex like 3 nights ago, but it certainly felt true. But here he was, arm around her shoulder as he walked her to her car, without any signs that he was going to invite her back to his place.
Finally, when they got her car, she panicked, blurting out, "So, do you want to come back to my place?"
Tim did his very best to look confused even if he was smiling a cheshire smile on the inside? "Your place? I had a nice time tonight Michelle, but you didn't seem that interested so I figured I'd..."
