The lab at Unicum was set up with one overarching aim: to measure and replicate the complex environment required to stimulate the female orgasm. Through experiments and observations, the research conducted at Unicum would improve the sex lives of millions. It was the kind of research that won scientists everlasting fame and a trove of awards, and that's what the lab's head scientist, Dr. Savita was in it for.
The main lab was a long wide corridor that was divided in half all the way down by a one way mirror. The corridor was then compartmentalised into several individual rooms. Scientists stood on one side of the mirror and looked on daily at research participants on the other side pleasure themselves. The research criteria demanded that the women be as diverse as possible in their background, their body types, and the way the derived pleasure. It wasn't the worst subject matter, many people joked to Dr. Savita. She would laugh with them outwardly, but she knew that for some her work was torture.
Every day the lab took on new experiment candidates. These were women who agreed to masturbate under supervision of scientists. Before they could, they had to fill out a detailed questionnaire about their sexual preferences and the methods they employed to achieve orgasm. They were selected based on their answers to the 15 page document. Each of these documents had to pass by Dr. Savita before the candidate was accepted. They all received a sizeable remuneration for their trust and cooperation.
The 10 files that were presented to Dr. Savita that morning would have been a treasure to any variety of pervert. Since they were at an advanced stage of sample collection, some of the more commonly observed methods of sexual stimulation were already covered. The lab was looking into rarer permutations of background and masturbation techniques. On her desk right now was a young woman who could only cum if she knew someone was watching; a grandmother who could only pleasure herself if she could smell her favourite lotion; a heavyset educator who needed restraints to truly enjoy herself. When the candidates were approved, Dr. would go down to the lab floor and watch the research in progress.
The floor was a veritable epicurean delight of buzzing vibrators, muffled moans and pulsating orifices. Here she is met by her assistant, Vipul, a hardworking student researcher whom she has taken under her wing. Vipul's name will be published under hers on the research that will be published from all of this work. At 24, Vipul is just about half her age, and very eager to be a part of this project. Savita hands him the files she has selected. Vipul accepts them. "Yesterday's selected candidates are up for viewing now. Would you like to see them?" He says, adjusting his glasses. He hands her a different set of files.
"I would," says Dr. Savita, taking his offering. She then leans in and adds in his ear, "And I'd like to see you right after." This makes Vipul swallow hard. He knows what this means and he knows better than to say no. He feels the blood flowing toward his groin and knows that he doesn't even want to say no. Dr. Savita walks ahead of him and he admires her gait from behind. Her legs are hard and sinewy and he knew from past experience that her arms and abs were equally well defined. He wished she would let him do the naughty things he wanted to with her body, but that's not the type of relationship they had.
Savita walked past compartment after compartment of women in various stages of arousal and climax. She knew that Vipul was looking, and she didn't mind. It was funny to her that he was surrounded by certifiably horny women all day and it was her clothed derrière that drove him out of control. He kept quiet about it, which is what she liked most about him. He kept quiet and he could get hard at the drop of a hat. She wanted to hand a hat on his erect penis and use him as a coat hanger, The thought gave her a small smile.
