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"I can't believe this! You're telling me you don't have your rent money again! Fuck! Completely unacceptable! You need to do something about this. Now!" Holly fumed as her roommate Brittney teetered in front of her.

"Look, I'll get the money! I just need a little more time. I'm looking for work, I think I have a line on something tomorrow. Please, just give me a break," Brittney whined. In truth, she had no idea how to come up with the money. With her recent degree from the Walter Cronkite School of Journalism she'd been beating the bushes all over the valley. She got a couple small freelance jobs that got her through her first couple months since graduation, but now things seemed to have dried up.

Holly scowled back at her. She saw Brittney as a pampered, spoiled brat. Brittney's trust fund had finally run out, and now she was trying to leach off of Holly. Holly made up her mind she wasn't going to put up with it.

"I'll give you three days, and no more. You better have the money or I'm throwing your ass out!"

"Ok, ok! I'll get it!" Brittney cried.

Brittney hurried back to her room to avoid any more of Holly's wrath. Standing in front of her mirror, she chastised herself for ending up in this predicament. She had always been able to get by somehow. She did well in school, was mostly studious with only few occasions where she got out of control at parties. She'd had several boyfriends, though none of them long term. Most boys seemed to just be looking for a good fuck. Not that she was against that, but none of them were all that good at that, either.

Looking at her reflection, she saw a 22 year old woman with long straight blonde hair, blue eyes, 5 foot 5 inches tall, and a petite body. Not a stunning beauty, but still turned heads, especially when she was showing off her long slender legs. She stayed fit, either running or doing yoga, and had a nice tan thanks to the Arizona sunshine.

But now she was broke and desperate. Her parents had died when she was young, so she was raised by her grandparents. She'd gotten a trust fund that paid her way through school. Sure, maybe she spent it on too many cute dresses and shoes, but these things were practically necessities for a young girl. But now with the money gone and her grandparents retired and moved to Florida she was on her own. She needed a job, and fast. She decided to go back to the Scottsdale Courier tomorrow morning. She had done a couple stories for the editor there. He made her uncomfortable, but it was her best chance.

The next morning she headed off for the Scottsdale Courier offices, having made an appointment to see Ted Packard. Ted's office was on the fourth floor, with windows overlooking downtown Scottsdale. Brittney knocked on the open door, and then stuck her head in.

"Well hello Miss Banyard. What do I owe the pleasure of seeing you in my office today? Please, come on in, have a seat."

Ted sat behind a large mahogany desk. He was 54 years old, short, balding, and about 100 pounds overweight. Overall he was not an attractive man. Brittney forced a smile and made her way to the hard wooden chair in front of his desk.

"Well, umm, Mr. Packard, I really was hoping you had some work for me," Brittney meekly responded.

"Work? Well, hmm, I don't know about that. Your last stories were just so-so. What can you do to convince me that you're up to the task, young lady?" Ted's eyes traveled down Brittney's body, lingering on the exposed skin past her neck. He liked his women young and petite, none of these oversized sagging tits for him.

Brittney squirmed in her chair under the leering eyes of Mr. Packard, not sure how to respond. She gathered her courage and replied, "Well, I, umm, I know I can do better. I'll really work hard and do my best. I just need another chance."

Ted arose from his chair and walked around his desk. "You'll work hard, will you?" Ted chuckled under his breath at what he saw as a sexual reference to his hard manhood. He strode behind Brittney and put his hands on her shoulders and began to massage them. His eyes once again moved down her chest and inside her blouse, catching a glimpse of the front clasp of Brittney's pink bra. "Is that all you have to say? That isn't very convincing, I must say. It will take more than just hard work to make it in this business."

"Please Mr. Packard," Brittney nervously responded, now very uncomfortable with the implications of Mr. Packard's words. "I really need the money..." she trailed off.

"I'm sure you do," he said as his fingers slowly move down her neck and inched their way inside her blouse. "However, I can't just go hiring every pretty girl that comes by..."

Suddenly Mr. Packard's secretary strode into the room. Brittney jumped, but Ted calmly slid his hands back out of Brittney's blouse before addressing his secretary. His secretary quickly glanced at Brittney and a look of disgust flashed across her face but was quickly gone. Brittney blushed, realizing what she must think of her. Brittney wanted to shout out that it was nothing like that, but could only look away in embarrassment.

"Mr. Packard, there's an issue downstairs with the latest copy. They need your input right away," she curtly stated.

Ted sighed, realizing the moment with Brittney was past. "Very well, tell them I'll be right there."

Ted took one more look down Brittney's blouse, and then walked back around his desk and dug a folder out from under a large stack of papers. "Here," he said as he thrust it towards Brittney. "I've put a couple different reporters on this one, but they've all been shut out. You give it a try, maybe they'll be less threatened by an innocent young girl. All the information and contacts are in the folder, report back to me in a week."

"A week? But... isn't there something a little shorter?" Brittney needed money now, not in a week. This job wasn't what she needed right now.

"You don't want it? It's all I have for you, darling, take it or leave it," Ted responded gruffly.

Brittney jumped up from the chair and grabbed the folder. "No, no. It's great. Thank you so much, Mr. Packard. I'll do a great job, you'll see!"

"Come back in a week, Miss Banyard. And don't screw it up or you won't work here again," he threatened.

As Ted headed out of his office he started making plans for Brittney's return visit.

Brittney rushed home and began to pore over the contents of the folder. It contained information about a local company called BioZene, located in local the research park. She vaguely recalled seeing their sign while driving past. There was very little information on exactly what they were researching, only some vague mention of alternative medical treatments. There was a contact name and number, a Dr. Jennifer Drake. Some hand written notes were in the folder, she assumed by the prior reporters, that had some very unflattering comments about the woman and an ominous warning to stay away. The basic idea of the story was to uncover what this company was up to; all the better if it involved any sort of unsavory actions like animal testing.

After reading all the material Brittney sat back. Holy shit, how am I going to do this? Like they are just going to open up and tell me what they are doing? "Yes Miss Banyard, right this way and we'll show you our super secret formula for curing cancer. And over here you see all the monkey cages where we've perfected our new serum." Uh huh.

Still, she couldn't come up with a better plan than to just call this Dr. Drake and ask for an appointment. What else could she do, break in at night and search their facility? Steeling herself, she picked up her phone and dialed the number.

"Dr. Drake," was the curt response after the third ring.

"Umm, yes... umm, I'm... this is Brittney Banyard with, umm, with the Scottsdale Courier..." she stammered. "What the fuck am I doing?" she asked herself.

"Yes, Miss Banyard. How may I help you?" Again a terse response.

"I, umm, I'm doing some research for an article on local high tech companies. And I, umm, would like to learn more about what you do," Brittney fumbled through the flimsy excuse that just came to her. It sounded like something a high school kid would do for his school paper.

"And why would I want to tell you about what we do?"

Shit, good question. "Umm, it might be good publicity, Doctor. You could tell you side of the story, avoid people getting misconceptions about what you do." Well, that sounded reasonable, Brittney thought. There was a long pause on the phone.

"Doctor Drake?" Brittney asked, wondering if she had hung up on her.

"Fine. 5:30 this afternoon. Come around to the side entrance, the main lobby will be closed by then."

A rush of relief passed through Brittney. "Thank you so much!" she squealed. "I'll be there!"

"Don't be late, Miss Banyard." And the line went dead.

The rest of the afternoon Brittney spent planning for the appointment. She listed out questions, reread the material, Googled them to find any more information. There wasn't much. They seemed to be getting private funding from someone. Apparently they only had this single facility in Scottsdale. Not very helpful. She dressed conservatively for her appointment in a mid length grey skirt and white blouse, and added some 3 inch open toed heels. She was successful at avoiding her roommate all afternoon until 5pm when she headed to the front door to get to her appointment.

"Hey, got my money yet?" Holly shouted out to her.

"Umm, almost... I'm heading to a job right now."

"Well, I hope it pays well. For your sake," Holly added.

Brittney rushed out the door without responding.

Traffic was heavy, but she'd given herself lots of time. She arrived five minutes early. The front of the building looked very professional, with a shaded high trellised entryway leading to large tinted glass windows that concealed the lobby. Driving past the main entrance, she found what must be the side entrance that Dr. Drake referred to. It was a little seedier looking, with a small gravel parking lot surrounded by a chain link fence. Grabbing her notepad, Brittney nervously got out of her car and walked up to the door.

Not sure what to do next, she tried the door, which was locked, of course. She checked her phone, she was 3 minutes early. She tentatively knocked on the steel door and waited. She was about to knock again when the door suddenly flew open. Standing in front of her was Doctor Jennifer Drake , sharply dressed in what appeared to be an expensive skirt and silk top. Brittney guessed she was in her mid 30's. She stood several inches taller than Brittney and looked fit. What struck her the most was the perfect complexion on the doctor's attractive though somewhat sharp featured face. Brittney wasn't attracted to women, but something about her drew Brittney's attention. She had an unreadable look on her face as she greeted Brittney. This was not at all what Brittney expected from a medical research scientist.

"Hello, Doctor Drake? I'm Brittney Banyard, we spoke on the phone?" Brittney said as she tried to shake off her initial reaction at seeing the doctor.

"Of course you are. Follow me please," the doctor responded curtly.

The doctor led her quickly down a hallway, then through a large set of doors that she opened using her badge access. Brittney struggled to keep up, and somehow found herself looking at the doctor's hips as they swayed under the skirt in front of her. Another hallway followed, then another smaller door, also requiring a scan of her badge to access. She didn't see anyone else in the building. She also didn't see anything useful to her story. Just empty hallways and closed and similarly locked doors. She found herself in what looked sort of like a doctor's examination room, though quite a bit larger. There was a small sink, cabinets stuffed with supplies, a laptop on a stand, a desk, and an examination table. A strange place for an interview, Brittney thought.

"Thank you for meeting with me, Doctor..." Brittney began, but the doctor immediately cut her off.

"Why are you here, Miss Banyard? Who sent you?" the doctor asks suspiciously.

"I, umm, I work for the Scottsdale Courier. Mister Packard asked me to do this story," she stammered.

"Packard, hmm? Ted Packard. Yes, he's been after me for a while. Why is that?"

"Umm, I don't know, he just asked me, gave me your name to contact. I just have some questions for you..." Brittney replied as she fumbled with her notebook. "Umm, how long have you worked for BioZene?" Brittney asked, trying to get on with the interview.

"How old are you, Miss Banyard?"

"What? Umm, I'm 22, why?"

"Quite young to be an investigative journalist, don't you think? What other stories have you done?"

"Well, I wrote about the overcrowding at the animal shelter, and, umm, I covered the..." Doctor Drake cut her off.

"Oh, yes, I can see how that would make you qualified to snoop into what we are researching here," the doctor responded sarcastically. "What do you know about advanced medical research? Do you have any sort of medical background?"

"Well, I, umm, not exactly, but..." The doctor cut her off again.

"But how hard could it be, hmm? Just come in here and ask some questions, write a little worthless story that tells your readers nothing? Or maybe you are hoping I'll let slip some dark secrets? But then what? Would you even know a secret if you heard it? Or know what to do with it?" The doctor looked Brittney over disapprovingly while Brittney was sitting there in shock.

"Tell me, how bad do you want this story, Miss Banyard? What would you be willing to do to get a truly revealing story on BioZene? A story that nobody else has written? A scoop, as you'd call it?"

Feeling desperate as her assignment seemed to be slipping away from her, she blurt out, "Please, I really need this, I really need the money for rent! What do you mean, what would I need to do?"

The doctor looked her over for a few moments, contemplating, and then replied, "I'll give you your story, on a couple of conditions. First, you will sign a non-disclosure. One of the requirements will be that I will review any and all materials before they get submitted to Mr. Packard. You'll still get your story, but I'm certainly not willing to divulge corporate secrets to my competitors. If you fail to comply with this then I'll sue the Courier and ruin your career before it starts."

"Umm, ok, I guess," Brittney responded, not sure if she was allowed to enter into this type of agreement but seeing little choice. She tried to think back to the ethics class she took, but didn't recall anything that fit this situation.

"Second, you will consent to participating in a clinical trial of some of our product developments here at BioZene." Doctor Drake moved over to her computer as she talked. "As part of this trial you will be required to fill out an extensive survey. You will also sign a waiver form relieving myself and BioZene of any liability for any side effects the testing might cause, as long as BioZene acts in good faith to not knowingly harm you. I will also need to take a blood sample before you leave today. When you return tomorrow I will have all the documents ready for you to sign, and we will begin the first phase of testing. Understood?" the doctor asked while glancing up from the computer.

"I, umm, I'm not sure... What sort of testing will it be?" Brittney asked nervously. She was completely taken aback by the doctor's proposal.

"Nothing dangerous, I assure you. I can't divulge too much until you sign the non-disclosure, but we will be testing some non-invasive alternatives to some common cosmetic surgical procedures. Look at it this way. You'll not only get your story, but you'll get a firsthand account for your research. A win-win. Oh, and these are paid trials. You'll get $200 for each visit. Visits are mandatory, but scheduled at my discretion. Miss a visit and you will be expelled from the trial and I will not consent to you writing your story. Understood?"

Now even more uneasy about getting in too deep, but also thinking about how much she needed the extra cash, Brittney quickly replied, "Yes, ok. I'll do it. But it's not going to hurt, is it?"

The doctor laughed. "Hurt! Of course not. Well, a little pin prick now to get a blood sample, but that will be the worst of it. Don't worry, I'll take care of you, Miss Banyard."

"Umm, ok, I guess. Do I, umm, get paid right away? I mean, when I return tomorrow?" Brittney asked.

"Of course. In cash. I'm assuming that is acceptable?" the doctor asked.

"Yes, of course!" Brittney responded with relief.

The rest of the time in the office was spent getting the blood sample and explaining the next steps for the clinical trial. The doctor e-mailed the survey to Brittney and told her she had to return it by the next morning, filled out in full. The doctor warned her that any bullshit answers and the deal was off. Brittney was to return the next day, again at 5:30pm, for her first clinical visit.

Finally, Brittney was led out of the building and found herself back at her car. She started her car and rushed out of the dingy parking lot, now even less inviting in the dim light of early evening. On the way home she struggled to understand what she had just signed up for, and whether this was a bad idea. But deep down she knew she was going to go through with it, she needed the job and the money too badly.

Arriving home, Brittney entered to find her roommate Holly sitting on the couch watching TV, her bare legs draped over her boyfriend Billy's lap. She tried to pass through without getting into it again with Holly, but Holly quickly spoke up.

"Hey, how much money did you make today? Got my rent money yet?"

Brittney grimaced, but tried to respond politely. "Well, I'm working, so I'll have some of it tomorrow."

"Some of it??? And what am I supposed to do with that? Maybe you should be thinking about pawning off some of that junk you've collected. Or hey, maybe you can work it off by doing my laundry," Holly taunted.

"That won't be necessary," Brittney responded, trying to keep her cool. "I'll have more money for you soon."

Brittney rushed to her room, but heard Billy's voice before she closed her door.

"Hey Holly, how about giving her to me? I'd make her earn her keep with that little body of hers," Billy snickered.

Holly kicked him in the thigh. "Shut up, you're an ass. Just for that, I shouldn't give you any of this tonight," she said as she put her foot against Billy's crotch and rubbed his hard cock through his shorts.

Back in her room, Brittney calmed down and changed into her pajamas, and then opened her e-mail. The survey from Dr. Drake was waiting for her. "Might as well get this over with, she muttered to herself. The first questions looked like typical doctor's office type questions;

List your medical history, do you smoke, do you drink, are you currently taking any prescription drugs. Are you parents still alive. What medical issues did they have.

Then the questions started to make Brittney a little more uncomfortable.

Are you sexually active, when was the last time you had sex, how many partners have you had.

"Ok, still sort of health related," Brittney thought, as she answered as best she could. But then;

Do you consider yourself heterosexual, bisexual, or homosexual. Have you had oral sex. Have you had anal sex. Have you had any lesbian experiences. Have you had lesbian fantasies. Have you had submissive fantasies. Have you ever been tied up.

"What the fuck," Brittney cursed out loud and slammed her laptop closed. "She can't be asking these things, it's none of her business!" But as she fumed, she also recalled the doctor's demands. The survey must be completed in full, with no bullshit. "Fuck," she cursed again as she returned to the survey moments later.

Do you masturbate, if so how often. Do you use sex toys. If so what type of toys. Do you orgasm from sex. Have you had multiple orgasms.

Then the questions turned to what she thought of her own body.

What features of your body are you most happy with. What features would you like to change. What features in other women do you find most attractive.

The questions went on and on, but Brittney was resolved to complete them as quickly as possible. Finally, after over an hour of struggle, Brittney finished. She hesitated before clicking the send button, again second guessing whether she should be doing this. But thinking again that she had little choice, she gritted her teeth and clicked send. She thought about starting an outline for the story, but wasn't in the mood. Instead she started browsing online for a new pair of shoes, even though she knew she couldn't afford them.

Brittney looked up and cursed at the wall behind her desk as she heard voices from that direction. Holly and her boyfriend had moved to Holly's bedroom, and the walls weren't thick enough to keep out the sounds coming from them. Though she was disgusted by the thought of the two of them having sex, she was drawn to listening in instead of putting on headphones to block them out.

"Man, you look sexy tonight Holly. I love that skimpy little dress," she heard Billy say.

"Aww, you like it? Does it make that big cock of yours get hard?" Holly taunted. "Let me see it. Take off your pants." Brittney heard some rustling. "Oh my, that is a big hard cock, now isn't it? What would you like to do with it?"

"I want to fill that little pussy of yours. I want to fuck you all night with it, that's what I want," Billy responded.

"Oh do you now? That seems a little ambitious, don't you think? All night? Why, I bet I could make you shoot your load with just a few strokes with my hand."

Brittney heard Billy groan. She imagined his big cock with Holly's fingers wrapped around it. Brittney slid her fingers inside her panties and began to slowly massage her clit.

After several moments she heard Holly's voice through the wall again. "Or what if I wrap my lips and tongue around this big cock. How long would you last?"

Billy groaned even louder. Brittney imagined that it was her kneeling in front of his big cock, taking it deep in her mouth. She didn't like Billy, but it was a dirty fantasy and it made her even wetter. She slid a finger inside her wet pussy and stifled a moan.

Billy's moans turned into curses as he tried to hold back his orgasm. Holly's voice again, "See, look at this dripping cock. You wouldn't last a minute inside my tight hole. You think you can fuck me all night? Mmhmm, not likely."

Brittney jumped as she heard the thump of Holly's headboard bump into the wall, and then Holly's voice again. "That's it, lay back. You're going to lick me. Make me cum with that tongue of yours since your cock isn't going to last long enough to get me off."

Brittney pulled her right knee up to her chest, then reached around and stuffed two fingers inside her opening as she imagined his tongue on her own pussy. She sawed her fingers in and out as squishy sounds filled her room.

"Oh god yes, that it. Faster, right there," Holly directed Billy. After several minutes Brittney could hear Holly go over the edge and scream out in orgasm.

Getting close to cumming herself, Brittney spread her legs further. In doing so she inadvertently banged her foot against the lamp, which slammed into the wall with a crash. "Shit!" she screamed out loud and tried to grab the lamp. Instead of grabbing the lamp she proceeded to knocked over the pencil holder, causing it and a dozen pens and pencils to hit the hardwood floor and scatter across the room.

"Hey!" Holly shouted and pounded her fist against the wall. "Getting your thrills from listening to us fuck?"

"Shit!" Brittney said under her breath. "No, I'm not!" she called back to Holly, completely flustered.

"Uh huh, I bet. Fuckin' perv. Go find your own cock," Holly shouted back at Brittney.

"Damn it," Brittney cursed under her breath. The mood broken, she retreated back to her bed and buried her head under her pillow. Though she could still hear the occasional shriek from the next room, she eventually fell into a restless sleep, still horny and frustrated.

*****

Brittney felt like she was suffocating. It was dark and she was lying on her back in her bed. A weight was on top of her chest making it hard to breathe. She squirmed but could barely move. She tried to push the weight off, but she felt weak. Slowly her eyes adjusted to the darkness and Holly's face became clear looming over her.

"Hey, what are you doing in here," she squeaked, her voice barely a whisper.

"You owe me rent, bitch. Since you haven't paid me I'm going to take what you owe in other ways," Holly growled.

"Please, I'll get you your money. Just get off of me!" Brittney responded, again her voice sounding barely above a whisper.

"No, I've waited long enough, your time is up," Holly angrily replied. She then began to move forward. To her horror Brittney suddenly realized that Holly was naked. Brittney was confused. Was she naked a minute ago? Brittney began to panic as Holly's pussy loomed closer and closer to her face.

"No!!" she tried to scream, but nothing came out. Then she heard a male voice behind Holly.

"That's it, ride her face! Let's see her lick her first pussy. Oh yeah, do it, Holly!"

Shit, it was Billy, her boyfriend. What was he doing in here! She twisted in an attempt to get away, but it was impossible to get any leverage. Holly's pussy was just inches away from her lips. She squirmed, but her eyes were riveted to the sight before her. Holly's pungent scent filled her nostrils.

"Lick it, Brittney," Holly ordered. Brittney wanted to resist, but found herself pushing her tongue up to touch the outer folds of Holly's slit, momentarily forgetting that Billy was watching. She then curled her tongue and pushed it inside Holly, hearing Holly moan in pleasure. Her tastes were flooded as Holly's juices coated her tongue. Brittney's mind screamed out that this was wrong, but her tongue continued its journey, now flicking across Holly's clit as Holly again moaned and ground harder against Brittney's face. She somehow felt a sense of accomplishment at being able to please Holly.

"Oh yeah, that's so hot," Billy commented from behind Holly. And then Brittney felt the unmistakable feeling of a hard cock nudging against her own opening.

"Please, no..." Brittney pleaded, but her pussy was wet, and she unconsciously pushed her hips towards the hard member that was about to penetrate her.

"Yeah, you want my big meat inside you, don't you," Billy growled.

"No," she whispered, but she again pushed her hips up to meet his pending penetration. She could feel the tip of his large member parting her lips. Brittney groaned.

"Hey, keep licking, you slut! I'm the one you owe back rent to," Holly commanded.

Brittney obediently thrust her tongue up into the sloppy cunt above her. Holly dropped herself down, smothering Brittney. Brittney struggled, unable to breathe. She felt like she was about to pass out. Billy's big cock slammed inside her, filling her up. She tried to scream.

*****

Brittney woke with a start, gasping for breath and her heart pounding wildly in her chest. Her pussy throbbed with need, and for a brief moment she thought she still tasted Holly's cream on her lips.

"Shit, what the hell!" Brittney thought to herself. "What kind of fucked up dream was that?"

She considered masturbating to relieve her pent up need, but decided fantasizing about Holly and Billy was just too far out there. She eventually dragged herself out of bed and into the bathroom.

Brittney spent the day searching for more information on Dr. Drake and BioZene, and also worrying about her next visit to see the doctor. Unfortunately the extent of her searching skills didn't go past Google, so she ended up with nothing more useful than what original folder from Ted Packard contained. She also half heartedly searched for more writing assignments, but was just as unsuccessful at that. She kept checking her e-mail for a reply from Dr. Drake regarding the survey she sent last night, but got nothing there either. She found a phone number from one of the prior journalists assigned to the story, so in desperation she called. There was no answer, so she left a brief message for them to call her back.

It was finally time to leave for her appointment. She wore a short yellow sun dress and brought her note pad and the questions she had prepared the previous day, though figured she'd be equally unsuccessful today at getting answers as she was yesterday.

Arriving at BioZene, she again parked in the gravel lot, approached the steel door, knocked, and waited. She nervously looked around, but there was no one else in sight. Finally the door opened.

"Miss Banyard. Follow me," Dr. Drake said with little fanfare. Brittney followed in silence as they made their way down the same hallways as the day before, arriving in Dr. Drake's office.

Without wasting any time, the doctor thrust several documents towards Brittney. "Here, read and sign these."

Brittney looked at them in dismay. There must have been 20 pages, and she wasn't in the mood to read a bunch of legal mumbo jumbo. "Yes ma'am," she responded, and then skimmed through the pages. She read very little, and understood even less. While she was reviewing them the doctor was across the room at a workbench, appearing to be very busy. Brittney considered asking for an explanation of the documents, but was afraid to disturb the doctor. Finally, she found the places to sign and penned her signature and date on each document.

"I'm finished," she called to the doctor.

"Excellent!" The doctor turned and strode over to Brittney. She grabbed the forms and handed Brittney a white hospital gown. "Remove all your clothes, put this on and lie back on the table please," the doctor ordered.

Brittney took the gown and unfolded it. "Here?" Brittney asked as she looked around for a place to change in private.

"Yes, yes, here. Hurry up, we have much to do and I don't wish to be here all night!" Dr. Drake responded impatiently.

Brittney turned around and undressed, then quickly pulled the gown over her naked body and climbed up on the table.

"Can you tell me what you are going to do to me now?" Brittney asked.

"Ah yes, of course!" the doctor responded, now appearing excited. "But just remember what I'm about to tell you is covered under the non-disclosure form that you just signed. You will not repeat any of it without my written consent. If you do, believe me, you will regret it."

"Umm, I understand, doctor."

"Ok, excellent! Well, we are going to perform two procedures today. Both are based on some advanced nanobiology research that combines the science of genetic engineering with the science of nanomaterials. We have found a way to create materials that are both programmable and compatible with the human body. In this way, we can create materials that can be introduced inside a person's body, and these materials can be programmed to act in specific ways. And we can create these materials simply and inexpensively in a lab environment. Any questions so far?" the doctor asked.

"Umm, you mean you are going to inject me with something?" Brittney responded fearfully.

"Haha, no! That's one of the huge advantages of our design. The body actually draws it in, recognizing the matching genetic make-up, and makes it part of that person. It is done completely by topical application. The most you'll feel is some tingling."

"Umm, ok. But what are you going to do to me?" Brittney asked.

"Ah yes, today's trial. First, we are going to test a replacement procedure for lip enhancement. Currently people use Botox or other injections. These are temporary solutions, and have side effects of swelling, allergic reactions, etc. I chose this for you because I noticed you have somewhat thin lips that you mentioned you weren't pleased with in your survey. I bet you'd love to have larger, perfect lips, now wouldn't you?" the doctor asked.

"Umm, I guess so, sure," Brittney replied, trying to think of where in the survey she had said this.

"Of course you do. Ok, I have the sample prepared. You will need to lie perfectly still."

Dr. Drake donned a pair of latex gloves and then brought a small dish over to Brittney. "You may feel a little tingling," she said and then proceeded to apply a gel like material to Brittney's lips using a small flat tipped instrument. She applied a thin coat, and then repeated this several times. It did tingle, and Brittney struggled to remain still.

After applying several coats of the gel to Brittney's lips, the doctor sat back and examined Brittney's lips. "I do believe this was a success!" the doctor said gleefully. "Do you feel any discomfort?"

"Umm, no, I don' thin' so..." Brittney slurred as she tried to speak without moving her lips.

"Haha, no need for that! Touch them, lick them, it's fine! There's no recovery period," The doctor replied. She then handed Brittney a small mirror. "See for yourself."

Brittney took the mirror and looked at her lips. They were indeed perfectly formed, puffy, kissable lips. She touched them and felt her fingers tickling her lips. She then licked her lips. Everything about them felt like her own lips. "But how..." Brittney asked in amazement.

"My god, girl, weren't you listening? These are your lips now. The procedure is permanent. You now have perfect lips. Lips that will never get chapped, by the way," the doctor said proudly.

"Permanent?" she asked, nervously. She continued to examine her lips and face in the mirror. It was still her face, but, well, they did look good.

The doctor moved back to her bench and began preparing the second application. After several minutes she again approached Brittney. But this time she was pushing a cart with several items on it. From her angle Brittney couldn't see the items on the cart, and she surely would have panicked if she had. On the cart was a round container with a pump handle on the top. A clear plastic tube was connected to the container. The tube was several feet long, and the other end was attached to the end of a round steel shaft, about two inches in diameter and nine inches long. The shaft had holes at various locations along its length.

"I understand from your survey, Miss Banyard, that you are sexually active and that you are on the pill. I also understand that you contracted and STD two years ago," the doctor stated coolly.

"Umm, yes," Brittney confirmed, embarrassed.

"Very well. For this next application you will need to put your feet into the stirrups," the doctor stated as she extended the stirrups from the table.

"What are you going to do?" Brittney asked nervously, not moving.

"We have developed a topical nanomaterial that will both prevent unwanted pregnancy and prevent future STD's. Both would seem to be of value to you, Miss Banyard. Now put your feet in the stirrups. There's nothing to be afraid of, I'm a medical doctor. You don't have anything I haven't seen before."

Brittney lifted and spread her legs. Before she realized what was happening, the doctor added Velcro straps around her ankles, trapping her in the stirrups. "Just to prevent any unnecessary movement, Miss Banyard. We don't want something to go wrong with the application."

Brittney lay back and tried to think of things other than her current situation. She reminded herself that she needed to get more detail from the doctor for her story. What did the doctor call it? Nanobiology? She hoped she would be allowed to ask questions before she left today, since she needed to start putting together an outline for Mr. Packard.

Just then she felt something cool and slippery touch her between her legs and she jumped. She looked down to see the doctor about to insert the metal shaft into her vagina. She gripped the sides of the table as the shaft inched in slowly. It was well lubricated and didn't hurt, but it was definitely uncomfortable. The doctor then reached over and pumped the handle on the canister several times, filling the line and then the shaft with a clear gel, which began to ooze out of the holes in the shaft.

The doctor continued to push the shaft into Brittney until most of its nine inches was inside her. Brittney's knuckles were white as she continued to squeeze the table. Slowly, she found her body was getting accustomed to the intrusion. After a few minutes her pussy began to tingle. It was a similar feeling to how her lips felt from the prior application. But now feeling this in her most sensitive area, the tingling had a different effect. The doctor pumped the canister again, and Brittney could feel the cool gel coating her insides. The doctor began to pull the shaft back out, but then twisted it slightly and pushed it back in. Brittney could feel her own juices mingling with the gel as her body started to heat up. The doctor continued a slow rhythm of twisting and sliding the shaft in and out. Brittney was mortified to realize she was very aroused and could feel an orgasm building up inside her. She tried to hold it back, tried to think of anything besides the shaft filling her so completely. But the tingling was impossible to ignore, and soon she was gasping and teetering on the edge of a powerful orgasm.

But just as she was about to tip over the edge, the doctor stopped with the shaft buried fully inside her. "Any discomfort, Miss Banyard?" the doctor asked.

Brittney could only shake her head.

"Very good," the doctor responded, then turned to examine the canister. Brittney's arousal slowly inched away from the precipice as she waited.

After several minutes the doctor spoke. "Ok, just a little more." She pumped the canister again and twisted the shaft buried inside Brittney. Brittney shuddered in response. The doctor pumped the shaft very slowly in and out for several minutes, periodically pumping the cylinder until it was empty. Brittney squeezed her eyes shut, certain that she was going to orgasm with the next thrust inside her.

But instead, the doctor pulled the shaft quickly out of her. Brittney let out a loud groan in disappointment.

"Yes, I'm sure that was uncomfortable for you, but we are finished," the doctor told Brittney in a tone that implied the doctor interpreted Brittney's outburst as relief. But the doctor was fully aware of Brittney's arousal. The doctor proceeded to wipe away the excess fluids leaking from Brittney's pussy and then removed the Velcro straps. "There we are, all finished. You may get up and get dressed now."

Flush with unfulfilled sexual tension, Brittney slowly rose and searched for her clothes, trying to clear her head and make sense of what just happened. Finally dressed, the doctor asked her to sit for a few last details.

"We will need to monitor your vital signs throughout the trial. You will be wearing this around your neck," the doctor stated as she held up a small steel collar. The collar was unmarked, about three eighths of an inch in diameter at the widest point. It also did not appear to have a clasp. The doctor clicked a button on her laptop and the collar opened. She then slipped it around Brittney's neck and snapped it closed again. It hung loosely around her neck, but was too small to remove without opening the clasp. "You must not remove this, or you will be expelled from the clinical trial. You must also abstain from any sex for 24 hours. That means no penetration, human or otherwise. Understand?"

Brittney was barely listening. While no longer filled with the steel shaft, her pussy felt like ever millimeter of her insides were being tickled by a thousand feathers. She felt more juices leaking out of her and soaking her panties. She squeezed her legs together to try to stop the sensations, which only put pressure on her clit and made her even more in need.

"Do you understand?" the doctor said forcefully as she lifted Brittney's chin to look her in the eyes.

"What, umm, ok. Understand what?" Brittney fumbled.

"Listen very carefully. Do not remove the collar. And do not masturbate or have sex for 24 hours. Got it?"

"Umm, ok, I understand," Brittney responded.

The doctor then handed Brittney $200 in cash. "Here is for today's visit. Do you have any questions?"

"I, umm, it sort of itches," Brittney responded while looking down.

"Oh that. Yes, this particular treatment takes longer to adapt to the host. It is currently diffusing through the layers of your vagina. Once complete then the discomfort should subside. Here is my cell number. Call me if you experience any sort of pain," the doctor stated as she handed Brittney a business card. "Anything else?"

In a daze, Brittney just shook her head.

She was led back through the hallways and out the door to her car. She drove home on autopilot, barely able to concentrate on the road.