Aaron stood in Ms. Hawthorne's laboratory alone. She had left him with few instructions and a massive hard on. He had hoped that maybe she would have done something to relieve him before she had left. After all, it was the tour of her lab and her experiments that had excited him so. He was sure that either she or one of her attractive lab assistants was going to relieve him in the end. Instead he stood in the middle of a dimly lit laboratory with only the wood of a mop handle in his right hand.
Aaron took the mop and plunged it angrily into the bright yellow bucket that stood at his feet, splashing soapy water onto the floor. He began to move the liquid around the floor, under the lab benches and around the stools. Despite his sexual frustration, he had to get some work done. It was, after all, his first day, and he did want to keep this job. Not only for the money, which he desperately needed, but also for the beautiful girls that worked here. He was sure that if he stayed long enough, something good would happen to him.
As he continued to mop, he found his mind drifting to the tour Ms. Hawthorne had given him just under an hour ago. In his mind he could see them all vividly. He saw Angela's deep black hair strewn across her sweaty body as it convulsed under the metal probe that would never fully satisfy her, Rebecca with her eyes wide in surprise as foreign tentacles invaded her body, and sex crazed Amanda that wanted nothing more than to tear him apart with animal lust. As Aaron's imagination raced, his hand, on its own, moved down to the front of his jeans. It began massaging his crotch and he closed his eyes, losing himself in the fantasy.
He could feel his cock throb and ache underneath his jeans and Aaron knew if he was going to get any work done tonight he would have to take care it. He looked around the lab. It was empty and dark and only a few lights remained on for him to clean by. The three main experiments had large red sheets drawn across them, blocking them from view. He continued to scan the room looking for cameras or anything that might get him in trouble. The ceiling was a maze of silver pipes and wires but there was nothing that Aaron could recognize as a camera. He decided he would take the chance. Even if he did get caught, who could honestly blame him for alleviating some pressure, after all the things he had seen today. It was Ms. Hawthorne herself who had jerked him off with her feet during his interview, so Aaron was sure no one would be terribly offended.
He rested his mop against one of the lab benches and unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans. As soon as his fly was opened his cock sprang free and bobbed in mid air in front of him. The head was swollen and purple and the tip glistened with pre-cum. Aaron thought it a sorry sight. He took his right hand and grabbed his member firmly. Images of Ms. Hawthorne's silky toes caressing his balls filled his mind as he massaged his long hard length.
He had only gotten in a couple of strokes when he heard a soft noise from across the far side of the lab. He froze in mid stroke. He listened intently ignoring the throbbing rock in his hand. He heard the noise a second time and followed by a quick bang. It had come from Amanda's cell. Aaron furrowed his brow curiously. Could she have sensed him masturbating from across the lab? Aaron didn't know a lot about pheromones and such, but he knew they existed. Visions of the unkempt girl writhing like an animal underneath him as he plunged into her gaping holes filled his mind.
He stuffed his cock quickly back into his jeans and picking up the mop, began to pretend to clean the floor as he made his way to Amanda's cell. The red curtain was still drawn across the experiment area and the familiar yellow guardrail blocked his way. Aaron moved to the front of the experiment, near the small control panel from earlier today. Looking left and then right, he set the mop quietly on the floor and hoped the guardrail with ease. Quickly he moved to a break in the curtain and slipped behind it.
The thick curtain cast the entire area in blackness and Aaron could barely see a few feet in front of him. He stood still for a while, letting his eyes get adjusted to the darkness and noticed what looked to be a light switch. He bent over and flicked it on. A row of UV lights that lined the base of Amanda's cell flickered on sporadically, many not turning on at all. This lit the area slightly, but not enough for anyone outside the curtain to notice.
As Aaron stood back up he saw Amanda kneeling down on the other side of the glass wall. She was completely naked, as before, and just as disheveled. Her breasts bore light red scratch marks and a couple purple bruises dotted her arms and legs. She knelt with her knees apart and her right hand was slowly massaging her clit. She watched Aaron as he stood up and took a step away from the glass. Immediately she pressed both hands against the wall and whimpered softly. Aaron was moved with pity, and lust. The girl was hopped up on so many hormone pills, nothing could satisfy her lust. All she wanted was him.
Aaron moved closer to the glass until he was maybe a foot away. As he approached her eyes traveled down to the bulge in his jeans. She licked her lips as she studied it and one of her hands want back down to her parted thighs. The other began to pinch and squeeze her breast angrily. She then looked back up at Aaron and cocked her head. She rolled back on her rear and parted her knees, displaying herself before him. She rubbed her swollen clit and pulled her pussy lips apart exposing as much of herself as she could to him. Aaron studied the deep rich folds of her pussy. He watched as she poked and prodded every piece of pink flesh, whimpering and moaning the whole time. She was showing how warm and inviting her cunt was, hoping he would approve and enter her.
Aaron did approve, but sadly he saw no entry to her cell, let alone Amanda. As he looked around he noticed that the cell was glass on three sides, and the back shared a wall with the laboratory. Far to the right he made out what looked to be the outline of a doorway. He glanced back at Amanda who was staring at him intently. He pointed to the doorway as he began to move toward it. With a small yelp she jumped to her feet and followed him along the glass with a look of concern on her face.
As they turned the corner of her cell she noticed the doorway and raced over to it. As Aaron approached he saw the door was made of the same glass like material as the rest of the cell. It was clear and flush with the cell wall. Steel hinges held it firmly in place, along with a metal keypad lock. Aaron frowned when he saw this and doubted he would be able to get in. He gave the handle a futile tug, but the door did not budge.