Prologue

“Fuck,” Dr. Jennifer Conners says with a heavy sigh. She rubs her temples in frustration. “I’m never going to get this damn formula right.”

She feels her dog, a mutt, rubbing against her leg before whimpering.

Kneeling down, Jennifer pets the dog. “Oh Maximus, at least still have confidence in me,” she says, frowning. “I don’t know if I’m ever going to find the right combination.”

Maximus whimpers again.

“Yes, Maximus,” Jennifer says, sighing again. “As soon as I am finished here, I’ll take you for a walk.”

The dog seems satisfied with her owner’s response and slips away to lie down next to the workstation. Jennifer goes right back to work, tweaking the chemicals. Once the experiment begins a new cycle, she jots down the changes in her notes.

The cycle takes a little time, and just as Jennifer is finishing up her notes the computer bings the results. She looks up over the rectangular glasses at the screen.

“Son of a bitch!” she cries, jamming her fists onto the top of the workstation. The workstation and everything on it shudders. Jennifer lowers her head and slowly shakes it back and forth. “The boss isn’t going to be happy if I don’t get some results.”

“Doctor Conners?” a voice calls from behind her.

Startled by the sudden intrusion, Jennifer spins around. Her hand bumps and sends it falling to the floor with a loud crash. “Oh damn it,” she mutters.

“Doctor Conners,” the young woman says quickly. “I didn’t mean to startle you. Let me clean that up, for you.”

Jennifer quickly looks to the spill and then shakes her head. “No, I’ll take care of it,” she says, breathing out her frustrations. “What can I help you with?”

“Oh, um, yes,” the girl says, putting a smile back on her face. “Doctor Jameson would like to see you in his office, yesterday.”

Jennifer’s shoulders drop. “Well, I suppose I needed a break anyway.” She begins to walk over toward the door, and the girl.

“Are you sure I can’t clean that up for you?” the young woman asks again.

Jennifer glances at it quickly and says, “I’m sure Doctor Jameson isn’t going to be the only distraction I’m going to need today.”

The girl gives the older woman a puzzled look that doesn’t go unanswered.

“It’s been a long day,” Jennifer murmurs. “Hell, it’s been a long week. I’ll take care of it when I get back. It isn’t going anywhere nor is it going to hurt anything. It’s as harmless as it is useful.”

“Okay,” the girl says. She waits for Jennifer to step out before following and closing the door.

As soon as the door closes, Maximus trots out from the side of the workstation, whimpering. He is about to bark his protest when he notices the puddle and broken glass. He sniffs the air and licks his lips.

Jennifer’s trip to the boss’ office felt like a trip to the principal’s back when she was in elementary school. At least back in elementary school the principal never gave out any ass-chewing.

She steps through the door, closes it quickly behind her and then slumps against it. With a heavy sigh she says out loud, “Fuck. Could that have gone any worse?”

Jennifer closes her eyes for a few moments, calming her thoughts and her breathing. When she opens them back up, she is surprised to not see the mess on the floor.

“What the fuck?” she says, her anger rising up within. “I thought I told her to leave it alone.”

The scientist stomps across the way to the workstation. Her foot presses down on a few pieces of glass, causing it to crunch. Now Jennifer is confused. Who cleans up liquid but leaves the glass? Then she worries about Maximus. Did he get hurt by the broken shards?

“Max?” she calls out. “Maximus?”

The lights suddenly cut off, the computers, the equipment ... casting the room in near perpetual darkness. The only light is that seeping through the window in the door to the hallway.

“Maximus?” she calls out again, taking a few steps forward toward the door. “Hello?” Her voice is shaky as fear seeps in deep into her bones.

There is so sound, no answer, no barks. But there is a low growl that causes the scientist’s heart to begin beating faster. Jennifer starts to tremble and she fights the urge to just bolt for the door. She has seen to many horror movies to know it’s not a good idea. Then she feels something wrap around her ankle. It’s cold and wet. The next thing she knows she is falling toward the floor.

Her eyes open wide, quickly pushing up on her elbows to look at her feet and what caused her to trip. A new round of fear captures her. Staring back at Jennifer are dark yellow eyes peering from the darkness of the room. Those eyes so yellow, so cold, so evil ... Her body tenses as those eyes stare back at her, spaced too close to be human.

Jennifer jerks her legs forward only to hear a deep low growl permeate the silence of the room. Then those eyes move closer and the woman knows it must be crawling toward her me. Whimpering, she looks left and then right for a means of escape. The cabinet prevents her exiting on the left. The right ... she’ll have to slip out to the right.

Then she feels the cool, wet feeling on her flesh. Instantly she regrets wearing a skirt beneath the lab coat. Her eyes quickly move downward and she sees smooth, silky black and sharp, white teeth. Jennifer’s eyes narrow, face wrinkling. Maximus?

Then warm, wet pressure slips along her calf like long, slow sweeps. It’s rough yet lightly raking her flesh. The wetness slides higher and then her eyes widen with realization ... a tongue ... a large, rough tongue against her naked flesh, and it certainly isn’t Maximus’s.

Jennifer now feels what must be its head nudging her thighs apart. The young woman shakes her head no, her body tensing. She feels the vibrations rumble through its chest even before she hears it ... a predatory growl—a warning. Its head pushes against the strong muscles of her thighs harder. Its silky skin is so soft against her legs, forcing them further apart.

Lying on the floor, Jennifer trembles in fear, feeling it crawl closer and closer. The thing’s breath is so hot against the crotch of her panties. Then she feels its tongue at the cotton, licking. It presses harder against her slit. The pressure of its head between her parted legs increases. The pressure leads to her opening up further and thus allowing for full access to her panty-clad cunt.

It again licks, this time shoving the fabric between the folds against her clit. Jennifer hisses, her hips jerk instinctively. The suction, pulls against the smooth skin. The cotton, wet cotton, sucks into it mouth before being released. The slap of the saliva saturated fabric feels cold against her hot pussy lips. She squirms, her hips trying to push back against the cabinet, but hearing that deep growl again, echoing through the room Jennifer dares not move. She feels the suction again, then a jerk on the fabric. Her hips jerk forward.

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