Chapter 6

I got to Doug's office and went in, his eyes never left my legs as I walked across the room, It was then that I remembered that I had on an indecently short skirt. I purposefully avoided pulling the hem down, as I didn't want to draw any more attention to it than I had to, but I did pull my labcoat closed. After the usual 'how are yous?' and small talk, I sat beside him at his desk and laid out my folder with my reaction mechanisms for him to inspect. He seemed a little fidgety as he chatted about the various synthesis routes I could try, and I noticed him glancing down to my legs several times. My labcoat had slipped open by now. I had known Doug for a few years and as far as I knew, he was happily married with kids. He'd made the odd suggestive remark, at parties and social gatherings, all fairly innocent and jokey so I was fairly sure that although he fancied me, he'd never crossed the line. And Doug was my boss, a good ten years older than I was, and not really my type, I'd never thought of him in a sexual way. Not until now. As I sat close to him, as I'd done countless times in the past, I felt the now familiar stirring deep down in my belly. I cursed under my breath, how could I be turned on now, why now? The thought struck me that I was becoming a Jeckyll and Hyde character. One persona was the respectable and chaste Doctor Jennifer Browne, BSc, PhD, the other, a sex mad, cock hungry slut called Jen. The worst of it was that I had no idea when the 'slut' side of my personality would take over and turn me into a salacious whore. I looked on the problem like I was being poisoned, and that I felt I would die if I didn't get the antidote, which was sex.

The warm glow in my crotch began to spread like wildfire, and like a marionette guided by an unseen puppeteer, I found myself turning in my chair towards him and parting my legs. Doug's eyes were glued to the black triangle of my panties, all conversation had ceased and like two magnets we were pulled close together. He looked as if he was about to say something but the words seemed to catch in his throat. We kissed, our mouths moving together, our tongues sliding over each other. My hand went straight to the flies of his trousers where I found a semi-hard bulge. I unzipped him, groped around in his pants and withdrew his cock. As I squeezed and pulled on it, I felt it grow and stiffen satisfyingly in my fist. Doug murmured,"Oh Jen, oh Jen..." I stood, and straddled him in his chair. With my free hand I tugged the wet gusset of my knickers to one side and descended on to Doug's rigid pole. My head tipped back and my mouth opened in a silent scream as I felt the cocktip part my cuntlips and slide deep in to my fanny. I plunged all the way down his hard shaft, the exquisite sensation of his cock filling and stretching my cunt making me gasp. For a fleeting moment an image of Barbara plunging a Coke bottle up her fanny filled my mind and I groaned with the intense sensuality of it. A gush of wetness oozed from me. I no longer envied her, I was being much better served by a warm, expanding cock than a cold plastic bottle.

I rode up and down on Doug's cock, rising up so that his cocktip was just inside my cuntlips, and then plunging all the way down until I was grinding my clit in his lap. It was less than a minute before an orgasm erupted within me. I continued my rhythm, feeling another climax building immediately after the first. Doug's hands were busy feeling my tits inside my bra, his fingers squeezing and pulling at my hard stiff nipples. We continued to fuck in his chair, I experienced two more fine orgasms before Doug finally ejaculated and sent several jets of spunk shooting up me. I was approaching yet another climax when Doug's cock softened and slipped out of me. I sat astride his lap rigorously rubbing my snatch on his soft cock trying finish off my climax. But the sensations diminished and I was left feeling unsatisfied. I reached down to my drenched pussy and filled my cunt with my fingers. I rubbed and squeezed until an orgasm made me shiver.

"Oh Jen, oh Jen, that was..." I silenced him with a kiss. I climbed off of his lap, there was a large wet stain on the front of his trousers. I gestured toward the mark and said,"You'll need to sponge that down Doug, before it leaves an awkward stain." He wiped at the stain with a tissue as he put his flaccid dick away and zipped up."Jen, I don't know how that happened, I..."

Again I cut him short."Don't worry about it Doug. These things happen when people work closely together. I bent down and kissed him on the cheek and said,"I'd better get back to my office Doug. I'll leave the experimental notes with you. You can have a look through them and let me know what you think later, OK?" Doug nodded,"Yes, yes that'll be fine. I'll get back to you this afternoon." The poor man looked dreadfully embarrassed, he must have thought that he'd seduced me or taken advantage of me somehow. In reality of course, I'd taken advantage of him and had used him to my own ends, to slake my thirst for sex.

Back in my office, the yearning beginning to subside, I sat and pondered the situation. My life was in a seriously bad state. I had a twin life style that I could not control and yet both existences had their own merits and attractions. My initial reaction was one of a need to control my hedonistic side, to reign it in, to dominate and cancel it. I knew that all I wanted was to get back to the life I had before Ian had drugged me and turned me in to a harlot. Now, having experienced the intense, pure, whole-body ecstacy of the drug induced orgasms, I was just as keen to pursue and maintain that way of life too. I was addicted and I couldn't let the slut part of me go with out the fulfilment of sex. My thoughts were spinning in my head, the phone rang, it sounded far away and it took several rings before the sound made a full impact on me.

"Hello Jen, it's me Doug. Listen, I'm really sorry about what happened. It's not like me to do something as stupid as that. I hope this won't go any further than you and me, and it certainly won't happen again."

"Doug, it's me who should be sorry. I let you get in to the situation, because I wanted to. I wanted it to happen, so don't go blaming yourself. But of course as far as I'm concerned it didn't happen and it won't happen again. I'm sorry Doug, it was all my fault, bye." I didn't feel any better about myself. I went out in to the lab. and wrote another note for Ian, asking him to proceed with a modified prep. I had devised. I wondered how Barbara was doing and decided to go ad check to see if she was all right.

Down in the basement, I quickly hurried past Martin's suite of labs. and went on to the cleaner's rooms at the end of the corridor. I knocked on the door but there was no answer and it was locked, I knocked again and called out, "Barbara, it's me Jenny, are you OK?" A few moments later, the door opened and Barbara hurried me inside, and locked the door behind us.

"I was worried bout you Barbara, are you OK?" She looked embarrassed and said, "I don't know what's come over me Jenny, I've never done anything like that before. I just couldn't stop myself, it was terrible. I've never wanted sex as much as that in my whole life. Me and Len don't bother with all that now. But today, it was like I needed it so bad that I would die without it."

"I know just how you feel Barbara. It's happened to me in the same way. You were drugged." Barbara looked shocked and then angry.

"How... what... ?"

"It's partly my fault I'm afraid. I'm working on a psychotropic drug, one that acts directly on the brain, and Ian got hold of some of it and gave it to me without me knowing. Obviously, he and martin have given it to you somehow. That's how it affects you, making you want sex."