Collaboration 1

Collaboration 1

© Copyright 1999-2000 by silli_artie@hotmail.com

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A work of fiction, meant for adults. Read something else if you are not an adult, or are offended by stories with sexual content. Then again, if all you’re looking for is in-out, in-out, in-out, you should probably read something else. I welcome constructive comments. Enjoy.

This is a story about biology, old and new, and collaboration. But it’s also about invasion. How can that be? Collaboration and invasion together? They’re not even opposites. If I tell you this is about biology and collaboration, I know you’ll smile; I do.

The best results come from collaboration. You laugh as you consider the multiple meanings.

But if I tell you this is about invasion, the gray murky stuff of dreams invading the daylight, you frown and feel queasy.

Believe me, I do as well, feeling the deep dark turbulence of dream stuff creeping in through the shadows at the edges of my mind, invading the daylight hours.

We’re comfortable dealing with opposites, but these aren’t opposites. Technically, I’d call them orthogonals or orthonormals. If such terminology troubles you, good; the whole thing troubles me as well, and yet I’m enmeshed in it. And I wouldn’t have it any other way -- I think.

It started with a multi-center research effort in our biotech company. Gloria was leading the main research effort at her site, doing the hybridization. I was providing verification of results using the systems we’re developing at my site. The two sites are a two to three hour drive apart, depending on traffic.

Our collaboration was working well, after some startup problems. Gloria and her team would do a test run, testing their tools and producing a pair of standard microtitre plates filled with a rectangular array of samples. They’d take one plate and start their own analysis on it, standard separation followed by a Southern Blot. As verification, and because we gave them better and more specific data, and faster, they’d send us the other plate and we’d feed it to my MALDI-TOF. In a nutshell, I’d invented a new kind of mass spectrometer. It weighs things. We look for the products Gloria’s group hoped to have hybridized, and send them the results electronically, usually hours before their blots were ready, let alone interpreted.

So much for the new biology -- let’s get back to the old biology. Smooth collaboration meant we had to have a way of getting the sample plate from Gloria’s lab to my lab. The so-called commercial courier service we’d tried wasn’t working out.

Luck provided us with the solution, in the form of a summer clerk assigned to my group. Maybe I should say luscious form -- as that’s what Shelly had. Unfortunately the dear girl seemed somewhat of a ditz. I figured she must be related to someone in upper management -- how else would she end up with a bunch of researchers? But, she was assigned to us for the summer. The first day she showed up in our lab, she bubbled with enthusiasm, proclaiming how interested and excited she was in studying biology. Karen, my number two, rolled her eyes. Doris, my secretary, just shook her head. It was pretty evident just what kind of biology most of the male members of the staff wanted to teach Shelly.

I may have given you the wrong impression of Shelly. What’s the right impression? I don’t know. After the first week, Karen steamed into my office one afternoon, slamming the door behind her. She didn’t sit down, instead slamming her hands on my desk.

"Tony, get that bimbo out of my lab!"

To say I was surprised at her language was an understatement.

"Doctor Carlson, can you tell me about it, calmly?" I asked, putting down my pen.

She shook a bit, then forced a smile and sat down.

"That’s better," I said, "I assume you’re referring to Shelly?"

She nodded. "Tony, please get her out of my lab," she pleaded, "Not only can’t we get work done when she’s around, she’s, well, distracting. People make mistakes when she’s near them."

"Is her dress inappropriate? She seems so enthusiastic, so full of energy. Every time I see her, she seems to be radiating enthusiasm."

Karen shook her head, giving me a lopsided smile. "That’s not all she radiates, Tony. You spend five minutes in a room alone with her and you’ll see. Tony, she’s got Otto mumbling to himself and shaking."

Otto is in his mid 60’s and a great-grandfather. He’s a superb craftsman, and unflappable, or so I thought.

"Karen, I’ve talked to her -- she’s not dumb. I put her in your group because you’re one of the leading researchers in the company. I thought the exposure to you as a role model would be good."

Karen sighed. "Tony... I don’t know what to do with her. She’s a ticking sex bomb waiting to go off. I’ve tried working with her -- Tony, she gets me hot!"

I laughed a little. "Doctor Carlson, such language!"

She smiled. "I don’t know, Tony. Maybe I need a lost weekend. Got any plans?" She gave me a wistful smile.

I sighed; maybe I needed one as well -- the dreams were beginning to bother me. Karen and I had shared a few weekends together over the years.

"Karen, I’ll talk to Carlos and see if he wants the challenge; he seems pretty stable and has repetitive tasks to perform. I’m sure we can find something she’s good at."

Karen sighed as she stood up, raising her eyebrows. "Tony, I’m sure there are things she’s superb at -- but they’re not suitable for our lab."

I stood up. "Thank you for your concerns, Doctor Carlson. I’ll do what I can."

She smirked and said, "Don’t get up, I’ll let myself out." Then she blew me a kiss.

I sat down and laughed. The jokes about my short stature don’t bother me, but that doesn’t mean my staff has discontinued them. I picked up the phone to call Carlos, then put it down, deciding to see him in person instead.

After another minor disaster, I had Shelly in my office one morning. Her head hung down. It had been a simple mistake; she hadn’t known better, and Carlos should have been paying more attention to what she was doing, rather than to her stunning figure. I was happy that at least nobody was injured.

"Oh, Doctor Winsor, I’m so sorry. I was doing my best," she sniffled, and then raised her head. "Isn’t there anything I can do around here to make people happy?"

I didn’t know if the look she gave me was actual innocence or extreme skill. Either way, I was on the verge of doing something highly unprofessional. Karen was right -- she gets people aroused just being around them. That’s when I got the idea.

"Shelly, I’ve got just the thing for you. You like driving, don’t you?"

She nodded enthusiastically. We’d all heard of the little Miata she drove.

"Well, the courier service we’ve been using with Doctor Marchant’s lab up North is causing us problems. How would you like to do that job for us?"

She smiled. God -- the way her chest moved when she breathed -- no wonder men couldn’t think clearly around her.

"So what would I do?" she asked.

I looked out the window, more for my protection and clarity of mind than anything else. Her perfume was stirring deep feelings in me. "When Doctor Marchant has a sample for us, you’ll drive up and wait for it. When it’s ready, you’ll drive it back here so we can process it."

I thought for a moment -- how can this go wrong? A blonde ditz in a Miata -- how long a list did I want to make? "Now the important part is that you get the sample back here safely. So you need to drive cautiously. Speed is not important. You need to take your time and drive safely. Would you like to do that?"

I turned back to look at her. She was bubbling with enthusiasm, her hands folded together between her shapely thighs, her arms pressing her bountiful young charms to even more breathtaking prominence as she leaned forward and bounced in the chair. "Oh yes! That sounds wonderful! And I promise to be very careful."

I nodded. "Okay Shelly, I need to talk to a few people. Why don’t you help Doctor Alvarez finish cleaning up. Be back here in an hour. Got that?"

I stood up and walked to the other side of the desk, mainly to get the door for her. She sprang out of her seat and gave me a big hug, pressing her body against mine. "Oh Doctor Winsor, thank you!"

I opened the door and she hopped out. I saw Doris, my secretary, giving me an interesting look. I was more than a little dizzy from that hug. I nodded Doris in.

I sat on the corner of my desk; Doris closed the door after her.

"Well?" she asked, barely suppressing a laugh.

I looked at her. "Did it look that bad?"

She laughed and sat down. "No, Tony, it didn’t. That girl wants to study biology so much -- you’d be a good teacher."

I got a little red as I laughed. "I thought that kind of sexist behavior was frowned upon."

Doris shook her head ruefully. "Doctor Winsor, you have a reputation for getting the best out of people. And after a week and a half in our lab, I think it’s evident what that gorgeous young girl would be best at."

I laughed and rubbed my eyes. "That may be the case," I told Doris, "but I’ve decided to try using her to courier the sample plates down from Gloria’s lab. She’ll get to meet people, she’ll be helping out. I think it’s a win-win. She’s not dumb, and she’s so enthusiastic."

Doris wrinkled her brow; I could tell she was searching for ways this could be screwed up.

"And I already emphasized to her already that safety was important, not speed of delivery."

Doris sighed and smiled. "It just might work, Tony." Then she gave me a sly smile. "Still, I think Tony the Pony could give her some interesting biology lessons. You could drive her up once in a while."

I couldn’t believe what my increasingly reddening ears where hearing. "Tony the Pony" -- where the hell had she heard that? I gave her what I hoped was my best haughty look. "I’m offended. Corporate policy prohibits such conduct, and I stand behind it."

Doris stood up, giving me a lopsided smile. "From behind? Well, some parts of you may be offended, but as for others..." She let herself out of the office.

I stood up carefully. She definitely had my number. The thought was quite arousing, that shapely bottom. Where had Doris heard my nickname from grad school?

I pushed the intercom button. Doris answered with a cool, professional, "Yes?"

"Please get Doctor Marchant on the phone for me."

"Yes, Doctor, right away."

Our office walls are thin; I thought I could hear her laughing after she hung up.

Moments later the intercom said, "Doctor Marchant on line two for you."

I picked it up. "Gloria, how are you doing?"

"Pretty well Tony, how about you? We’re going to have another plate for you later in the day. Any thoughts on how to get it to you reliably?"

"Gloria, that’s exactly what I was calling about. I think I’ve got an answer that will solve a number of problems."

I went on to tell her about Shelly. I told her she meant well, but had a little trouble concentrating. She was with us for the summer, so if this worked out, it would be great. We agreed that Gloria needed to emphasize keeping and delivering the plate safe. We’d start with today’s run. If she left in a little while, she’d be up there in time to have lunch with Gloria’s team, wait for the plate, and then bring it back. Once we got the mass spec calibrated, our analysis was pretty much automated. Daily runs were helping our team work out the kinks.

We ended our call. I got up and walked over to Carlos’s lab. He was standing in a corner, watching Shelly as she bent over, sweeping up the last of the intricate glass fractioning column she’d managed to destroy. I noted she was wearing the proper protective equipment.

I prodded Carlos in the arm; he hadn’t noticed me come in, hypnotized by a very sweet shape in front of him.

"Oh, Tony. Good to see you," he said, glancing at me momentarily, then back to Shelly. I laughed loud enough for Shelly to stand up and turn around. She dumped the debris in the waste can, giving me an incredible smile.

"Carlos," I told him, "I’ve already approved a new column for you. Lab stock will deliver it this afternoon. You got more use out of that old one than anyone would have expected."

Carlos grunted, then smiled, shaking his head. "Tony, I don’t know what to say."

I elbowed him and said quietly, "A low whistle seems to work."

That got him laughing.

"Shelly," I said, "That’s good for now. I need you in my office."

Carlos raised his eyebrows at me conspiratorially.

She started heading for the door, still wearing gloves and a face mask. I stopped her and showed her how to take off the gloves and put them in the proper container. Standing next to her was breathtaking. I’m only about five four -- well, almost five three. She had to be five ten or eleven. My nose and mouth were right at the level of her delicious, full, firm, scented bosom. The way she wiggled out of her lab coat could arouse the dead.

I led her back to my office and quickly sat down, more to hide my growing erection than anything else. Shelly closed the door behind her and sat down, hands in her lap, looking at me expectantly.

"Drop ‘em and bend over the desk." Naah, I couldn’t do that -- it could cost me my job, but God it would be grand. I sighed, then saw the note on my desk. It was in Doris’ handwriting, and had some very good tips, and had a map and driving instructions attached.

"Shelly, I’ve talked to Doctor Marchant. She has a sample plate for you to pick up. So if you can, we’d like you to leave in a few minutes. Could you do that?"

She beamed and bounced in the chair. Maybe a quickie? "Oh yes!" she cooed.

Good God, was that deliberate, or was she just destined to have a dozen kids, I thought.

I looked down at the list. "Okay, let’s go over this together."

She stood by the desk, leaning over, her head near mine. I could look down her top at her beautiful young breasts, her soft hair and her face so close to me, her perfume.... I sighed and went back to the job at hand.

I was amazed and very thankful at the detail Doris had pulled together. First, make sure you go to the bathroom before you leave either place, so you won’t have to stop on the way. Fill up your car with gas before you get on the freeway leaving here in the morning. Bring Doris the receipts for gas and the bridge toll. Drive safely and carefully. If you get any speeding tickets, you’ll have to pay for them, and you might not be able to do this job anymore. We went over the directions in detail. I told her Doctor Marchant would be waiting for her. She’d take care of getting her a badge for their site. She’d meet them and have lunch at the company cafeteria. When the plate was ready, she’d bring it back, calling here to let us know she was on the way.

Running through it that way actually gave me time to calm down a bit. I sat back, moving a little more out of perfume range, and said, "Is all that clear?"

She smiled and said, "It sounds like fun!"

I stood up to show her to the door. "Good. Remember, safety first."

I was about to say something else when she put her arms around me and gave me one hell of a kiss, pushing me back against the closed door, and pushing her body into mine.

She pulled back with a feral smile, and ran a hand down the front of my pants. She gave me a surprised look and smile. "Thank you for giving me this opportunity, Doctor. I hope I can return the favor some time."

With that I stepped away from the door and she walked out, papers in hand.

I went back to my desk and sat down. Doris came in and closed the door. She looked at me and started laughing, covering her mouth to muffle the sound.

I shook my head. "That bad?"

"She had a very determined and satisfied look on her face leaving your office."

I sighed. "Wow...."

"I talked to Betty in Human Resources. They put her here because our group has the most single male members."

I raised an eyebrow. "And just who’s phrasing was that?"

Doris laughed. "Betty’s -- a direct quote. I have the feeling they’re expecting someone to succumb to her charms. Why not you?"

I sighed. "Because of how it would look, especially to the idiots, I mean fine professionals, at Corporate headquarters on the East Coast. I don’t need that kind of trouble."

Doris nodded her head. "But Carlos..."

I interrupted. "Doctor Alvarez is a case in point. He marries one of his research assistants, and the next time I’m back East, those clowns accuse me of running a dating service."

Doris raised her eyebrows. "They did? Really?"

I nodded. "Yes, really. I know; I hadn’t mentioned that around here. Part of my job is to buffer people from East-coast bullshit like that." I smiled. "Besides, that’s why I put Shelly in with Carlos -- I figured he’d be a little less susceptible, what with his pretty young wife."

Doris laughed. "Well, I hear they’ve been going home for lunch the last few days."

I laughed as well. "I didn’t know that. Good for them."

Doris looked me in the eye. "So what are you going to do, Tony?"

I decided to change the subject. "Thank you so much for the checklist and the directions. I went over it with her."

Doris sat back. "The whole thing?" she said in shock.

I laughed. "Yes, starting with making sure she went to the bathroom. I think it’s sage advice. It took me a while to learn that. I wish someone had pointed it out to me earlier."

Doris laughed and left my office.

I was sitting at my desk, calming down. Looking out the window, trying to get my mind of Shelly, part of my recurring dream came back to me; no -- it invaded me.

I was sitting in a chair, an auditorium or folding chair, in a big room somewhere -- high ceilings and dim lighting -- a convention center? Next to me, on my left, was a big woman, over six feet tall and almost twice my weight. She wasn’t obese, or even overweight, but still she was spilling over the edge of her chair. The touch of her cool skin on mine was electric, so erotic.

I blinked and was back in my office. I knew how the dream continued -- things would shift and she’d be holding me, skin against skin, and I’d slip my cock deep inside her, and she’d hold me, and all that cool, soft skin.... More than once in the last few weeks I’d woken up in the middle of the night pumping my seed into the T-shirt and underwear I wore to bed. Now the dream was invading the daylight hours.

I felt as if caught between the poles of a strong electromagnetic field. In front of me was Shelly, pulling on me. Yet behind me were the dreams, their tendrils seeping in through the shadows of my mind, pulling me just as strongly, but to what? I felt them in the shadows on my sides, almost as if I could turn quickly and see... What? I chuckled as I turned back slowly to my desk -- I was afraid of turning quickly, afraid of what I might see if I did. Caught between the poles of a strong electromagnetic field, being accelerated into the unknown, just like the samples being analyzed in my mass spec.

Shelly’s first trip went well. She swept back into the office late that afternoon. She dropped receipts on Doris’ desk, then came into my office, gave me a big hug, then handed me the sample plate in its bubble pack envelope.

"Let’s get this to Doctor Benning," I told her, walking her out my door, "From now on, deliver the plates directly to Doctor Benning’s lab."

"Yes sir," she said, following me down the hallway. Did I put a hand on her gently swaying back as we walked? Did I feel a hand brush my ass?

I talked to Gloria a while later. She thought Shelly was priceless, and this was a very good job for her. Gloria was going to use her for administrivia when she was up at her site waiting for the plates to be ready. That sounded good to me.

And it seemed to be good for us all. We were at a stage in the work where we were analyzing a plate a day. Shelly would come into the office in the morning and help with random paperwork and administrative stuff. Then she’d take off, have lunch with the crew up north, hang around for a while up there helping out Gloria, then head back with the plate. She’d spend another couple of hours helping with paperwork and call it a day.

I got a call from Gloria after three days of this. It was late in the day; Shelly had just returned with another plate.

"Tony, I can’t understand something," Gloria said over the phone.

"What, do our numbers disagree with the blots?" We were far more accurate than their blots -- how long was it going to take them to figure that out?

"Well," she said, "If I didn’t know better, I’d say your plate had undergone a couple of hours more hybridization. Your results look better than ours. We want to send you a checkerboard plate tomorrow, just to be sure."

I thought -- it had to be Shelly. We talked about how Shelly had been instructed to care for the plates. Gloria tried to remember the exact words she’d used in instructing Shelly. She gave her the sample plate, a little bigger than a standard index card, in its thin protective plastic box, in a bubble pack envelope, and told her to keep it safe and stable for the trip back. That sounded innocent enough. She also told me with a laugh Shelly was helping out on a special project she hoped would come to fruition in the next few weeks.

I didn’t understand that, but it didn’t matter; Shelly was busy and productive. We hadn’t lost any more expensive equipment. I told Gloria I’d think about it, and prep our folks for the checkerboard plate. We hung up. Normally Gloria’s crew processed two plates in parallel, analyzing one, sending us the other. With tomorrow’s plate they’d analyze alternating spots, in a checkerboard pattern, then send us the same plate, and we’d do the other set of spots. That required more work, but should be tighter as far as results went.

Still, I had my suspicions. On a hunch, I got a clean plate and its packaging. Shelly was running some copies. "Shelly, can you drop by my office when you have a chance?" I asked her. She gave me a surprisingly sultry smile and said, "Of course Doctor."

I staggered back to my office, wondering if this was a good idea.

She showed up a few minutes later. Damn -- Doris was nowhere to be seen. I wasn’t sure I wanted to be in my office alone with this vixen.

"What can I do for you, Doctor?" she asked in a low voice. I could see her nipples were tight.

I laughed, declining the beautiful bait, at least for now.

I’d moved two chairs side by side in front of my desk. I picked up the packaged plate.

"Shelly, let’s pretend you’re up North, and this is a plate from Doctor Marchant’s lab. These two chairs represent your car. Show me exactly what you do, every step, when you get in your car to drive back down here.

She gave me a sexy smile and said, "Everything?"

I sighed. What the hell. "Yes, everything."

She took the plate from me with more hand contact than necessary, sending tingles through me. She smiled and walked around to the left side chair. She went through the motions of opening her car, then getting in, putting the plate on the seat next to her. Then she turned and gave me a sizzling look. She readjusted her top and her breasts, moving her shoulders and sighing. Then she went through the motions of touching up her lipstick. I could envision her turning heads on the drive home, her hair blowing in the cool breeze as she crossed the Golden Gate Bridge.

And then, Eureka! She reached over to the seat next to her, picked up the plate, lifted her bottom up a bit, and put the plate underneath her, sitting down again and wiggling that luscious bottom of hers. Then she went through the motions of fastening her seat belt and starting the car.

I walked over to her left side and went down on one knee, looking at her, smiling. She gave me a very sexy smile back.

"Why did you put the plate underneath you like that?"

She gave me an innocent smile, which shifted to less than innocent as she took me into her soft brown eyes, her face moving inches away from mine.

She told me softly, "Peter told me the plates liked to be kept safe and warm. I couldn’t think of a safer, warmer place to put things."

I sighed, lost in her eyes. "I can’t think of a safer, warmer place to be either," I said.

She gave me a smile I could only describe as triumphant, and she put her arms around me and kissed me. After a bit I started to lose my balance. She turned in the chair, pulling me between her legs and resting my head on her perfumed chest. She was wearing a different perfume -- more subtle, more alluring.

Ah, heaven. She gave me a squeeze with her legs, then pulled my head to a breast a little harder as I tried to move. I collapsed into her. When she relaxed her grip, I moved back.

She looked at me softly. "Did I do well?"

I smiled, still dizzy and under her influence. "Shelly, you’re doing very well. I need to talk to Gloria."

I was on one knee still. She stood up, smiling down on me. She reached with her hands and pulled my head to her mound, tilting her hips and spreading her legs a little and pulling my face into her. I could smell her; she was wet. "I’m available whenever you need me, Doctor," she said softly.

With that she stepped away, leaving a hand on my head for a moment to keep me from falling, and stepped out the door.

I stood up slowly, barely resisting the urge to bend down and take a deep inhale from the chair she’d been occupying.

Instead I flopped back in my char and punched Gloria’s number. Luckily, I caught her before she took off for the day.

"Gloria, this is Tony. I’ve solved our excess hybridization mystery."

"Oh? What is it?" she asked.

"First, Peter on your staff. Is he married?"

"Umm.... Peter Choi -- yes, why?"

I laughed. "I think our courier has been turning on the charm with Doctor Choi."

She laughed. "As she does with everyone, I’m sure. I’m working on that. Did you know the security people set up a reserved parking place for her, reserved for company couriers?"

"I can believe that. But our plates are indeed getting a couple of extra hours of hybridization. Like to know how?"

"Yes! Tell me!"

"Well, I set up two chairs side by side in my office, called Shelly in, and handed her a clean plate in its packaging. I told her to pretend the chairs were her car, and she was getting into her car to drive back, and do exactly what she usually did."

"And?"

"She sits on the plate."

"What?" came the shriek, with laughter.

I laughed a bit, then continued, confessing. "Yes, she sits on them. And when I asked her why, she looked at me with those incredible eyes of hers, and told me in her sweet soft voice that Peter told her the plates liked to be kept warm and safe, and that was the warmest, safest, place she could think of to put things."

After a few moments of low laughter, Gloria said, "And after you picked your jaw up off the floor, just what did you do, Doctor Winsor? Or are you telling?"

I laughed, leaning back in my chair. "Gloria, I’ve confessed all I’m going to confess. I told her I needed to talk to you. I suggest we use the Styrofoam bulk packaging."

"Yeah," Gloria said, "Either that or figure out how to model the extra time..."

"I imagine we could find some volunteers for that experiment," I interrupted.

She laughed. "I was thinking just the same thing. No, that would lead to bloodshed. I think we’ll go with the bulk packaging. I’ve got just the thing -- an old high-impact case. It’s bright yellow with the company logo. I think she’ll like the added notoriety it will give her."

I nodded. "That sounds great. Still going to send us the checkerboard tomorrow? I haven’t told Andy yet."

Gloria laughed. "Yes, we’ve already set it up on this end. If you can take two plates, we can send you the other one as well. The more I think about that, the better I like it. It will let us calibrate our extra hybridization effect. Sure you wouldn’t like to volunteer to collect that data?"

I blushed bright red. "Doctor Marchant, what are you suggesting?"

She laughed. "Tony, you should hear how that girl talks about you. She worships you, and would do anything you asked. And I do most certainly mean anything. I even think she may be holding herself out for you."

I sighed. "Gloria, believe me, it’s apparent how much that girl wants to study biology."

She laughed again. "Okay Doctor Winsor, take care, and thanks for solving our mystery for us. I’m going to enjoy explaining it to Doctor Choi."

I laughed. "Just don’t do it in a meeting, please? Be kind to the guy. You’ve seen what she does to men."

Gloria laughed. "I certainly have, and I think you should take advantage and enjoy what she does. I’ll talk to you tomorrow Tony."

"Bye, Gloria, thanks for your advice. You’re not helping."

With a laugh, we hung up.

I sighed. I headed to the lab. I was going to stick around and watch this plate run. It would keep my mind off other things, off other warm, soft, round, perfumed things, and off those dreams creeping up from the sides. Damnit, I’m responsible for this lab. What kind of model would I be presenting to others, bedding Shelly? What the hell am I thinking about! I got up and headed for the lab.

I’ve got a great bunch of researchers. We not only have sharp theory people, but tremendous practical folks as well. I was sitting around the lab watching the results come up on the computer screen, which is about as exciting as watching water boil, when I noticed an interesting looking display on one of the other computer screens.

"Hey Terry! What’s that? It looks like a blot, only a lot sharper," I asked, moving over to one of my young researchers.

Terry nodded and explained with a smile. We knew the folks up North did blot analysis. He was taking our data and simulating a blot -- only with a lot more precision. After some prodding, he admitted it was a pet project he’d been working on for a while. I asked him how much time he’d want to spend on it before he felt comfortable showing the results to Gloria and her crew. He smiled and said he’d be happy to send them results on this run, if he could spend a few days refining the software.

I know a good bargain. This looked very promising. I told him he could have a week to work on it, with my blessing, and to start sending the synthesized blot images along with the runs tonight. I also told folks we would be getting two plates tomorrow, one of them a checkerboard plate. That got some groans.

I stuck around until ten, when our results were sent out electronically. The crew started cleaning the equipment, and setting up for the checkerboard plate. They were actually excited; they could run our second prototype machine in parallel.

I got in late the next morning; I’d been bothered by dreams -- twice in one night. I had to pull the sheets off the bed. The dreams were really starting to bother me, but I didn’t know where to turn for help. What was it about a big woman that was so attractive? Even thinking about it, I felt the stirrings, the hunger, inside me.

When I arrived at work, Doris told me, "Call Gloria right away!"

I went in to my office and checked email; nothing amazing. I picked up the phone and called Gloria. I got her secretary, but when I offered to use voicemail, she said, "No, she wanted to talk to you as soon as you called. I’ll get her!"

After a brief pause, Gloria got on the line. "Tony! Tell me about that plot you sent! How did you do that?"

I smiled and leaned back in my chair, slipping off my shoes and putting my feet up. "Oh, was there something wrong with it?"

"Good God no! It’s better than anything we can produce. Peter made an overhead of it and flashed it on the screen at this morning’s review meeting without saying a word. It stopped everybody in their tracks!"

It was my turn to gloat. "Well, I know we’re not officially a research group, but my people have been looking for better ways to represent data."

"Well, they’ve found one! We love it!"

"Oh, I’m glad you find it useful. Would you like to see those regularly?"

"You bet your sweet little ass we would!"

"Very well, I’ll tell the group to add that to the reports to send you. If you have any improvements to suggest, send them along and I’ll bring them to people’s attention."

Gloria started laughing. "Dammit, Tony, what do I have to do? Grovel? Or should I threaten to send this to the head of product marketing? With some coaching I think even that fool might be able to see how good this is."

"Now Doctor Marchant, no need for threats. Give us a week to polish things up. Actually Gloria, when I first saw it last night, I knew it was good. I’m glad you agree. Give us a while to polish it."

"Okay Tony, as long as you keep sending us these plots. On other matters, is our sweet courier on her way?"

I looked at the clock. "I think so; I just got in. If she isn’t, I’ll give you a call. Will that work?"

"That will be fine. We’ve got her new courier case all set up. Talk to you later."

"Glad to help. Later."

That afternoon in a staff meeting I gave everyone the good news about Terry’s plots. He got a round of applause. I’d put in for a bonus for him as well -- I’d tell him about that when I had a check to hand him.

Shelly came back a little later; I saw her walking in from the parking lot. Gee, she’d gotten a space marked "Company Couriers Only" in front of our building as well. She looked happy the way she bounced along, wearing a short skirt today, carrying a bright yellow case.

A few minutes later, I was returning a binder of mind numbing administrivia to its position on a shelf when my office door opened behind me. I turned and was swept up in Shelly’s arms. She turned me and pinned me against the door, closing it with our bodies.

She kissed me with abandon, pushing her lips into me, running her hands over me, pulling my hands first to her bottom, then to her breasts. She wasn’t wearing anything on her legs. She had one hand around the back of my head, and slid one to the front of my trousers. I was hard and she knew it.

She slid her head to my ear and pushed me against the door, writhing against me. "How can I thank you for all you’ve done for me," she whispered hotly in my ear. We went back to kissing; she was leaning down and I was standing on tip-toes.

The doorknob rattled and I felt the door move a bit. Then I head Doris, and her knocking on the door. "Doctor Winsor?" she asked.

Shelly pulled me away from the door and practically flung me to a chair beside my desk. She quickly sat in the other, a few feet away.

I shook my head and said, "Yes?"

Doris opened the door carefully. She looked in cautiously. I almost started laughing. She looked over to Shelly and said, "Oh, hi Shelly. Smooth drive today?"

Shelly smiled and said, "Yes, very nice. It was so pretty coming back across the bridge, and they’ve given me the greatest case to carry the plates in!"

I sighed a little. Gloria had done a good selling job.

Doris nodded and turned to me, saying, "I’m taking off for my son’s dentist appointment. See you in the morning." Then she gave me quite the conspiratorial wink and closed the door.

No sooner had the door closed than Shelly was up out of her chair and in front of me. Her hands practically ripped my trousers open, taking out my cock, and taking it in her mouth. The shock, the sensation, was intense.

I was too far gone to protest. Her hands and mouth were magnificent. She moaned some and had to work more as I got harder. I’d been given the nickname "Tony the Pony" in college not because I was short, but because I was hung like a horse. Even with the dreams I’d been having, and the masturbating I’d been doing thinking of Shelly, I didn’t last long. Soon, oh so soon, I was coming, pumping into her sweet talented mouth.

And she took every drop and sucked me for more. Just as the room was stopping its dizzying spin and my breath was returning to normal, she kissed my cock and tucked me back into my pants.

I opened my glazed eyes and looked at her as she sat between my feet smiling, licking her chops, her hands still on my thighs.

She gave me a steamy glance and dug her nails into my legs, sitting up on her knees. She grabbed my head, and as she stood up she held me to her breasts.

"God you’re huge! I want every bit of you inside me, and I’m going to have you!" She squeezed my head, then put my mouth directly over a tight nipple, a layer or two of cloth between my lips and heaven. "Do you understand me? I’m going to have you!" She held my head, squeezing me to her. Then she started laughing softly and held me between her breasts. I was dazed, swimming in her perfume as she held me.

She stepped back, keeping a hand on my head to steady me. I was hungry for her.

She moved her hands to her waist and peeled off her panties, pushing me to my knees on the floor. With her panties in one hand, she lifted her skirt and pushed my head to her hot mound. I buried myself in her, breathing, sucking, kissing, as I ran my hands up her marvelous legs to hold her bottom.

My tongue started finding a better mark. She moaned and shivered, then stood back, pushing me back as well. With a smile on her face she handed me her panties, holding them up to my nose. They smelled heavenly.

"I’m going to have you, but not now. I still have work to do."

With that she stepped out of my office, leaving me with a pair of her damp panties in my face.

I used them later that night, and again the next morning.

I was a bit more subdued the next day at work. Shelly said hello and waved to me as she was leaving, and again when she got back, but nothing other than that. Gloria and her crew were happy with the test results and the new plots. The "extra hybridization" effect was confirmed and had all the hallmarks of becoming an industry legend.

Gloria’s crew had evidently talked directly to Benning and learned he’d run both plates. Now they wanted to send two at a time and have us run them both. Benning had agreed, without checking with me. Oh well, it would push our work along.

The next day I got a call from one of Gloria’s people. They’d made a process change and wouldn’t be sending a plate down until the following afternoon, so Shelly wouldn’t be back that night.

Shelly came into my office the next afternoon looking different somehow. She had a smile that seemed to come from deep inside. She proceeded to pull me up from my desk and push me against the wall, giving me one of the softest, most sensuous kisses I’ve ever had. She left the office without a word. The softness of her assault brought back the dreams, the softness of all that skin....

The rest of the week flew by, as did the next two and a half. Shelly came by one afternoon and asked if I’d wash and return her panties; she’d bring me another pair. As I was looking at her stunned, she pulled up her top and held me to a perfumed nipple. One morning before leaving she got me in the hall, pushing me back against the wall and running her body over me. A few times we got calls from up North that they were changing process, or had problems, and would be sending the samples in the morning, so Shelly would spend the night. She caught me one night late at work, held me to a nipple until I was too dizzy to do anything, then practically tore off my pants and took me in her mouth again.

Doris wasn’t any help at all. I didn’t tell her what was happening, but I suspected she knew. All she did was laugh and tell me that I knew what I needed to do. But I didn’t. I didn’t know what to do, or where to turn.

It was funny. I’d talk to Gloria almost daily. Other than tormenting me, which I didn’t mention to Gloria, Shelly seemed to be behaving herself incredibly well. Some men at both sites even seemed a bit grumpy that she wasn’t flirting as much. Should I feel doomed? And the dreams -- why was I dreaming of this wonderfully huge woman and her pale, cool, soft skin when I was being tormented by Shelly? It didn’t make sense.

And why didn’t I do anything with Shelly? She was throwing herself at me; I think everyone saw that. If she saw me in the hall, or in the cafeteria, she found a way to pass near me, brush me with a hand, or her hair. In a couple of early morning staff meetings, she’d bring me things that Doris usually did, and she’d manage to press herself against me in front of the others. What is this "professional dignity" crap? Was that my hang-up? Scared of the idiots back East? Or was it that I was scared of my dreams, and the way I felt around her?

Then she came into my office as I was working late one night, gave me a dreamy look, and stepped over to me. She took off her top; she wasn’t wearing a bra. She held me to her breasts, suckling me and squeezing my head to her. She wasn’t wearing any perfume that time, and she was still delicious. When I was dizzy and incoherent enough, she pulled my pants down and pulled me to the edge of my chair. Then she took me between her breasts and ground into me as she looked up into my eyes, smiling. I couldn’t believe it; I looked into her eyes as long as I could, listening to her tell me how much she wanted me, but when it started to build, my head went back and my eyes closed. My hips were rocking on their own, so close, so close, and then her mouth and hands were on me again, and she drained me. Then she suckled me again, holding me and telling me softly again that she wanted me, and was going to have me.

When I pulled out of my daze I was alone in my office. I tidied myself up and went home. And in the middle of the night the dream came back, oh that soft, cool skin, sliding in so deep, holding on to my large mystery lover, then waking up in the middle of a powerful orgasm.

I had a meeting scheduled Friday with Gloria and her team to discuss preliminary results for the upcoming conference in Orlando. I’d leave early in the morning and return later in the day. Thursday evening Doris reminded me I had to be in early; she’d have everything set out for me. I wasn’t looking forward to the drive. I don’t like traffic.

I was shocked when I walked into my office Friday morning to see not only Doris, but Shelly standing there. Shelly was wearing an outfit that was plain yet voluptuous at the same time. I could smell her perfume; it was the same kind she’d been using to torment me recently -- more subtle, yet more alluring than what she’d worn initially. I guess I gave Doris a questioning look.

Shelly took my hand and looked into my eyes, speaking to me softly. "I talked it over with Doris. My car is in the shop for service; it’s all those miles I’ve been driving. She suggested I ride up with you. I didn’t think you’d mind."

I blinked and looked at Doris. She smiled. I sighed. I was totally outgunned. "Okay, let’s get going."

Shelly picked up her yellow case as well as my case, which Doris had filled with the stuff I’d need.

As we were walking down the hall, Shelly stopped. I stopped and looked at her. She laughed and wiggled a finger in front of my nose. "Go to the bathroom first, remember? It’s a long drive!"

I laughed. I went to the boy’s room, feeling a gentle pat on the bottom as I did. Standing up at the urinal it was hard not to remember her hands and mouth on me, and the dreams. I managed to pee and get things back in place. We walked out together to my Mercedes. As I opened the passenger door for her, she held out her hand. "Mind if I drive? I’m used to it, and Doris says you don’t like traffic."

I smiled and handed over the keys. I got in and she closed the passenger door.

She got in and smiled to me, wiggling into the leather seat and adjusting it to her liking. The scent of her perfume was staggering; I couldn’t have driven in this condition. How would I have managed the drive up, keeping my hands off her?

We headed out of the parking lot. I felt a hand move to my thigh. I couldn’t help it; I moaned.

Shelly never took her eyes off the road. "Tony, right now Doris is calling Gloria and telling her we’ll be a bit late." Rather than turning left to the freeway, she turned right.

"You’re probably wondering how you could manage to spend the time alone in the car with me. I know I couldn’t make it, so we’re going to my place, and I’m going to take you inside and make love to you."

We pulled into an apartment complex close to work. She got out and pulled me out of the car still in a daze. Standing by the side of the car she held me to her, filling me with the warmth and perfume of her breasts. She pulled me up the stairs and into a small neatly kept apartment. Inside the door our lips met and our clothes started flying off. She dragged me into the bedroom and pushed me to the bed.

I had some control left; as she joined me on the bed I slid down her and between her hot thighs to her dark, trimmed bush. She moaned as I slid down and started kissing her. She’d put perfume there as well. Had I called her ditzy? She’s a very smart girl.

I ate her until she moaned and shuddered. She pulled me up, past her breasts. I wanted to stay on her breasts for a while, a long while.

"Later, lover. This morning is for you," she panted, pushing me on my back.

She straddled me and ran her hands over my cock, almost making me come. She gasped, "My God..." Then with one hand guiding me to her entrance, she moaned and started impaling herself on me.

It took her a while, and she gasped and moaned as she did. When she finally sat down on me, I could feel myself firmly against her cervix, stretching her. She moaned and shuddered, her head thrown back, and started rocking her hips. God she felt good; Tony the Pony rides again.

She fingered herself as she rode, quickly coming again. It takes me a while to get going, but once I do, I can’t stop. I got to that point and moaned to let her know.

She leaned forward and pressed a perfumed nipple into me, a hand holding the back of my head. She rocked and cooed, and soon I couldn’t hold back any more. I stiffened and she moaned, saying, "Oh yes!"

She rocked slowly and strongly and I pumped into her, feeling her twitch around me.

She stopped moving and leaned forward more, holding me to her breast. When my sucking slowed, she switched me to the other side.

As we slid apart she grabbed something from under one of the bed pillows. She tucked it between her legs and rolled off the bed and went into the bathroom. I heard water running, and after a bit heard the toilet flush.

I was spaced out on the bed. I hadn’t had an experience such as that in a long time, maybe not ever. She returned with a warm washcloth and a dry towel and washed me gently. As she dried me I started to perk up again. She took me into her mouth briefly, enough to send me reeling on the bed, moaning again.

Then she was helping me sit up. "You’ll have to wait until later," she said with a sigh. "We really need to get on the road again."

She led me to the bathroom, where I sat on the toilet. When I finished, she sprinkled me with baby powder. We returned to the other room of her apartment and dressed. She wore a more conservative outfit this time. I did get another wonderful nipple before she got her bra on. She looked at me wistfully and said, "I could hold you like that all day ... or all night."

We made it back to my car. We got in and she reclined my seat. I put on my sunglasses and felt a soft hand on my chest. I heard her say, "They were right." She’d put on more perfume.

I woke up a few miles from the plant, having slept most of the way. I put a hand on her thigh; she covered it with hers. "Have a good nap?" she asked.

I laughed softly. "Very nice. What were they right about?"

She gave me a low laugh. "Do you really want to know?"

I put the seat up a bit more. "Yes, I would."

She slid a hand to my crotch and fingered me lightly, making me moan and wiggle. "Tony the Pony. I’ve never been filled like that before."

I sighed, she growled, and then we both laughed.

I put a hand on her thigh. She moved it to a breast, and I moved back to her thigh.

"Shelly, we’re on very dangerous ground. I could get fired for what we’ve done. Think of how this would look to other people."

She shook her head, smiling. "Nonsense. Nobody has or will complain. I’m only here for another month before school starts again."

I sighed at that one.

She laughed and moved my hand back to her breast. "I could always come to visit if I had a place to stay. Would you know of a place?"

That sent pangs through me -- did I ever. Then it struck me. Had Doris been up to this from the beginning? She’d been after me for a while since my wife died, but seemed to have given up the last few months. Or had she? I laughed out loud.

As we pulled into the parking lot, Shelly fished in her bag for a moment, pulling out a sign marked "Courier." She put it on the dash and pulled into her reserved spot in front. She smiled to me and said, "It’s nice to have friends."

I laughed and we got out. I got my badge for the site out of my case. "Do you know where Gloria’s office is?" I asked Shelly as we walked in. Even though I’d been collaborating with her on this project for over a year, this would be the first time we’d actually seen each other. I had no idea what she looked like, or where her office was.

Shelly laughed and said, "Just follow me, and relax."

Relax? What was that about?

The receptionist waved to Shelly as we walked in. Shelly led me back through the main building to one of the smaller ones, back to what looked to be a large corner office in a quiet part of the building. She stood outside the door. She started to knock and say something, but stopped and turned to me. Somewhat formally she said, "I enjoyed the ride. I’ll see you back here later."

I smiled. "Shelly, thank you so much. I enjoyed the ride as well."

I knocked on the door as Shelly walked away, her yellow courier case swinging by her side. Her hips seemed to have a bit extra in them. Was she laughing?

I heard Gloria’s voice say, "Come in," so I opened the door.

I’d been through one of the most passionate experiences of my life, yet it didn’t prepare me for what happened next. I walked into Gloria’s office to see her standing by the door. She closed it and I don’t know what happened after that.

I’m short and thin -- five three and maybe a hundred fifteen pounds. Gloria was at least six foot three and almost twice my weight. She towered over me, an Amazon, wearing a long skirt and a blouse. She sort of picked me up, cradling and enveloping me, pushing me against the closed door. My hands went around her neck as she kissed me softly, strongly, hungrily, and I kissed back. I felt lost in her. I was lost in her mountains of cool, firm flesh. I felt nipples and breasts. I felt her hips. I felt my cock hardening and pressing into her soft belly. I loved the pressure, the sensation of being lost in her. I remembered the coolness from my dreams, but not the pressure.

She eased up and I thought I’d been spared. But as I slipped down a bit I felt her hand below my face and soon found myself on an immense firm breast, being held to a hard nipple. She held me again, one hand on my head, one hand around my waist as she pushed me into the wall again, moving my head around. I tried to get as much of her in my mouth as I could, I was so hungry. Her perfume was so tantalizing. Something in the back of my mind thought it might be familiar, but then she held me, almost cradling me to her. My legs went around her as I devoured her.

We moved. I was holding on for dear life, too dizzy to move on my own. She went down on her back, her feet blocking the door. I rolled partially to one side as she hiked up her skirt and kicked off her panties. "In me!" she hissed. I dropped my trousers and underwear and slid into her folds.

She guided, then pulled me into her. She was tight as I slid in. She pulled me, holding my bottom and picking up her legs, and I pushed. After a few thrusts I felt myself actually bottoming out in her, without stretching her. She pulled my head down and I found myself on a breast again. I moved as best as I could as she held my head in place with one hand and pulled my hips with the other on the downstroke. She hissed and gave out a high pitched cry as I felt myself stiffen. It was so hard for me to move; I was holding on with my arms, trying to keep on her breast. Both her hands grasped my bottom, pulling me into her. I sucked more, she pulled, and I came, shuddering inside her.

She laughed softly, holding my head and moving it around, moving me around on top of her. Oh how I wanted to feel skin against skin and be lost in her.

I started sliding out of her. We separated with a small slurping noise. She kept one hand firmly behind my head, holding me to her nipple as we rolled a bit to the side.

On my back, she rolled a little more on to me. I moaned again; it felt glorious. I held on as best I could. She rolled on me, moving around, making me moan with delight.

She moved to sitting, leaving me limp. I felt a hand on my cock, squeezing gently. My eyes closed and I sighed.

We managed to get dressed again and sit in chairs like civilized people. I looked at her. I felt dazed. She looked at me with a smile and a glow. Her skin had more color than in the dream, the pink flush of exertion, of sexual satisfaction.

"It’s good to meet you at last," she said with a throaty laugh.

I sighed and shook my head. "It’s been quite a morning." I looked at her intently. "What did you do to me? I don’t know what happened."

She smiled, a smoldering smile. "Did you like that?"

I sighed. "Yes... I want you more. I want you all around me. The pressure..."

She gave me another smoldering smile. "Do I scare you?"

I shook my head, and shivered. "I scare me; I want you so, but I don’t know why."

She smiled and stood up, straightening her skirt. I stood and walked to her slowly, as if in a dream. She held out her arms and I melted into her. She held me to her and rocked me. I felt myself going limp in her embrace, limp except for my mouth hungry for her nipples and my cock hungry for her cunt. "Oh you filled me so well," she said as she rocked me, "We’ve been looking forward to this for quite a while."

She stood me up, laughing softly. "There’s a men’s room down the hall to the left. The conference room is just beyond that. I’ll meet you there in ten minutes. We have a meeting to attend.

I smiled. My briefcase was still by the door.

I cleaned up in the bathroom. If anything, I felt very relaxed, very at east. First Shelly this morning, then Gloria. So different! Had she said something about "We?"

The meeting snapped me back to reality. Everyone agreed we had a world-beater here. We had five weeks to get ready for the conference. It was going to take a lot of work. We started our action plan. One item under consideration was moving one of my two prototype mass spec units up here. Peter made the suggestion, recommending that I lead the effort to bring it up. That would let them do multiple runs, and also have me here to work out the presentations; it seemed my presentation skills were also still sought after.

And all through this I didn’t exchange more than a glance with Gloria. Her remarks were all business, centered around not knowing if the expense of moving the mass spec was worth it, and how long it would take to get such a delicate device operational after the move. It didn’t even enter into my mind that we were talking about putting our courier out of business.

We worked through lunch and into the afternoon, planning out the next phases of the experiment, and how we’d use the tools my group had developed to verify them, how we would present them in Orlando. Everyone was at the point where they were willing to stop doing the blots except for once every ten or twenty runs or so; they were time consuming.

We broke up a little before four. I returned to Gloria’s office with her. When we got there, Shelly was sitting down inside, her yellow case by her feet.

"Oh God, I’m sorry Shelly, I forgot about the samples! I’ll drive us back," I told her, horrified I’d let the time slip away.

Shelly smiled. She stepped to me and slid a hand across my cheek to pull my head to her chest. "There are no samples today; they took advantage of today’s meeting to make a process change and won’t have any until early Monday morning. We’ll take them back then."

I was confused. She let me go. I looked to Shelly, then to Gloria.

Gloria smiled -- to both of us. I was even more confused as Shelly took my hand and led me to Gloria. I was moving in that dream fog again. Gloria extended her arms and hugged us both. I closed my eyes and felt myself melting into her. Hands and arms held me up as both Gloria and Shelly laughed.

"Did he please you, Mistress?" Shelly asked.

"Yes, very much," Gloria replied.

"Mistress, may I have him this weekend as well?"

Gloria laughed. "Of course. Will you bring him home for me?"

Shelly said, "Yes, Mistress."

End of Part 1

Great!	Okay
Kinda weird	Not sure yet.	Not for me.