The two women were in a dim book-lined office after hours. The executive and the scientist: each had a power the other envied. Both were beautiful, of course. Both made up, hair back and dressed well. Neither accenting their sex with their dress, both serious women. The scientist with thick-framed glasses, red hair and green eyes. The businesswoman blonde and blue.
They were arguing, standing.
"You must show me your progress. If you can't convince me that something's been done I'll cut the funding."
"It's still unstable. Can't I convince you to let me keep it contained until I've been able control it a little better?"
"It's been more than a year and I haven't seen anything. I've treated you well and you're spitting in my face."
"My dedication is unquestioned. I've infested myself with this thing. If you cut my funding you're screwing me - I've still got it inside me."
The businesswoman collapsed back in her leather chair. It creaked and she struck an attitude. Her fingertips splayed against her forehead and her eyelids fluttered closed.
"I need to see something," she murmured. "I believe in you. But I have to answer to my bosses too. I won't cut your funding, just catch me up to fucking date."
The scientist flapped her arms in a futile gesture. She looked around. Out the window flowed a steady stream of headlights, winding down a highway. "Draw those curtains." She glanced behind her. The door was locked.
The businesswoman heaved out of the chair and marched to the window. The light played around her ass, showing its roundness as she approached the window. She pulled shut the drapes.
"Now as you know," said the scientist as she unzipped her pants, "it lives in my vagina." She slid the suitpants down her legs to reveal white lace panties. The businesswoman came around the desk and sat in the chair on the scientist's side, her face level with her employee's crotch. "The problem is that the thing is bizarrely seductive." Behind the lace wriggled a black form. "The lab assistants have all been infected."
"All?" asked the businesswoman, her eyes trying to make out the small parasite that wriggled in her employees panties.
"Yes, I'm afraid so. It's something of an epidemic." The scientist stepped out of her pants and kicked them to the side. Her legs were pale, but sleek.
With a manicured fingernail the executive lifted the edge of the scientist's panties, and the head of the black worm slithered into her hand.
"Mm. There is... a nervous symbiosis here. I can feel through it, as though it were a penis. This... phenomenon is... still... deserving of some scrutiny." The businesswoman held the thing gingerly with one hand, while with another she stroked it. Fascinated.
The businesswoman spoke: "It's very interesting. And I imagine it will be very useful? Its making me imagine all sorts of things - is this part of the seduction you talked about?"
"Yes... everyone to... come into contact with it has... reported... sexual fantasies... outside of their normal activity."
The scientists breasts were growing pert and her nipples grew stiffer. The thing snaked further out of her and began caressing the cheek of the businesswoman.
The businesswoman's voice started to drone distractedly, "I haven't ever taken much time for sex. It's something of a necessary evil. Never played, really, with a member the way I imagine to frolic with this. It's unfortunate it's not a man's, the way it can curl and thicken and dance around." She didn't seem to realize that this was not an appropriate comment for the workplace. The scientist realized, but didn't mind. "I imagine it curling round my tits and invading my ass. Does it do this? This creature?"
This scientist grinned down at her employer whose lips parted vaguely. She hooked her thumb in her bosses mouth and gently pried it open. The black worm darted inside and began to play.
Though at first startled, the businesswoman quickly found pleasure. She swirled her tongue around the creature, and then sealed her lips around it. She got off of the chair and kneeled before the scientist, and began to properly fellate the thing.
The scientist reclined against the businesswoman's desk, knocking over some tchotchkes and shuffling papers. She moaned, cupped the businesswoman's face, and began a rhythmic thrust of her ass. Her bright red bush peeking out beneath her baby blue workshirt, and all framed by the drape of her lab coat. The businesswoman closed her eyes in savor.
