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Pheromonicon 4/? {RivYavtry} (MF oral nc mc?)
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The company didn't object to workplace relationships in principle. In
surveys nearly two-thirds of the people quizzed confessed to
workplace romances and over a third met their long-term partner at
work so the odds would have been against them. However they came down
like a ton of bricks if they thought a relationship was impacting
work. I was confident that what I had with Anne wasn't a problem. She
was the only Senior Lab Technician working for me and had a solid
performance record so favoritism wouldn't be an issue. However I
wasn't sure what I had with Anne. Did a few shared lunches, one date
and oral sex count as a relationship? And what did Anne think of it?
When I had tried to insert a finger in her cunt she had frozen, yet
when I had inserted a finger in her ass it had brought her off. 

Monday morning Anne came to see me in my office, closing the door so
no one could overhear.

"I'm sorry about Saturday and I owe you an explanation. I want to
tell you but it's hard for me and I'd rather not do it here. Would
you like to go to the local Thai restaurant one night? The food's
good and they have private booths."

That sounded good to me, and we agreed on Tuesday night.

We walked to the restaurant from work because it was only a couple
of blocks away. The food was indeed very good. Anne stuck to mineral
water and I had ginger beer because I find the taste of ginger goes
well with Thai food. We didn't talk much because I could tell Anne
was uneasy about the revelation she was going to make. After coffee
she began her tale.

"It all started when I was sixteen and my brother was twenty. It was
my brother's best friend's engagement party. His friend raped me. I
told my mum and we went to the cops. It was horrible the way the
police treated me. Male officers were standing round and looking as
the photographer took pictures of the bruises on my thighs and the
doctor took a swab from my vagina. In the end he got away with it
because it was his word against mine and he said I'd agreed to sex
and the bruising was insufficient to prove force. The engagement was
called off after only one day and my brother hasn't spoken to me
since. I didn't even think about pregnancy because I was so naïve and
he was only in me for about 5 seconds, and the cops didn't bring up
the possibility either. I didn't want an abortion but I didn't know
whether to keep the baby or have it adopted. After my brother left
home and I told my dad I was pregnant he couldn't cope and turned to
drink. One day he was driving me back from the ante-natal clinic he
swerved onto the wrong side of the road and hit another car head-on.
My dad and the other driver died instantly. I was wearing a seatbelt
so I was ok, but I lost the baby. The insurance company said my dad
had been over the limit and refused to pay up. I was able to finish
school but mum couldn't put me through college."

Anne took a long pause and sipped her coffee.

"Since the rape I haven't been able to let men penetrate me. My mind
says yes but my body says no. I've seen all sorts of counsellors and
therapists but none have been able to help. I've dated a few men and
some have been really nice but they've all left me when I was unable
to have sex. I really wanted sex and we did all sorts of foreplay but
when it came to consummation I froze. A couple got really pissed and
called me a tease and forced me."

She stopped again. I could see tears forming in her eyes. She
continued in a whisper: "And the horrible thing is I think I liked
it."

I didn't say anything at first. Anne obviously needed time to
recover from what she had told me.

"You know I'd never force you to do anything you didn't want to."

It sounded lame but it was all I could think of.

"Yes," she whispered, "Saturday night was magic and I will always
remember it."

We finished our coffees in contemplative silence. After we settled
the bill we called a cab and waited outside.

"Would you think it awful of me not to invite you in?" asked Anne,
"Tonight has been hard for me and I need some quiet time. And you
probably need time to think about what I said, and whether it's worth
continuing to see each other."

"Anne, you've been very brave to tell me all this. It certainly
hasn't made me think any the less of you. And if you want to keep
seeing me and you want to make love, we can work things out together.
If you want, we could try muscle relaxants. Have you thought about
anal sex? You came when I put my finger in your ass."

"I heard that was painful and messy and could make you incontinent.
But if you still want to see me, I'll think about it." 

Wednesday lunchtime we kept our regular lunchtime date in the
restaurant. Most of the meal was conducted in silence, punctuated by
the odd observation about work. Neither of us brought up the
important issues.

Thursday morning a heavy cardboard box was delivered to on my desk.
I knew what it was but it still felt like an early birthday present
had arrived. Our City Library is very good. They have an on-line
system documenting what books they have and whether they're currently
out on loan. The system also covers their 'reserve collection' of
books that are too expensive or out-of-print or too adult for the
general display. That's how I had found they had a copy of Professor
von Ehrlich's "Basic Principles of Recombination for the Synthesis of
Chemicals". Now out-of-print, it's a definitive work which is still
the best single publication available. There's a sort of academic
joke that von Ehrlich had prepared a draft of a second volume by his
death, called "Advanced Principles", but it was never published.
"Basic Principles" was about ten years ahead of his time, so how far
ahead would "Advanced Principles" have been! Basically it's a sort of
cookbook of ways to synthesize complex chemicals from smaller
building blocks. I wouldn't have been able to produce my pheromone
preparations without it, but I had only been allowed to borrow the
library copy intermittently for short periods. I had tracked down a
second-hand copy on the internet - it had cost me $750 but it was
worth every cent. And now I could return the library copy for the
final time.   

Thursday evening I went to the City Library with their book. It
wasn't very busy. Both the checking-in and checking-out counters were
staffed, but for books from the reserve collection you had to go to a
separate enquiries desk. The enquiries desk was unstaffed but I could
see a librarian bustling about in the administration area behind. She
was overweight and frumpy with thick glasses and large pendulous
breasts poorly disguised by a baggy top. I was sure she had seen me
but she chose to ignore me, shuffling first one pile of papers then
crossing the room and shuffling another pile. I quickly became
annoyed at her rudeness. I guessed her position on my pheromone
wheel, then put a dab of the opposite preparation on the spine of the
book. After what seemed like eons, she came over to the desk to serve
me. I handed her the book. She typed away on her keyboard seemingly
unaffected by the pheromones. Perhaps I had guessed wrongly, or
perhaps she was on the pill. She looked up.

"I'm sorry, there's a problem. Please come and wait in the office
while I sort it out."

She led me to a small office. It had an office chair, a desk and a
comfy chair and a couple of filing cabinets. She directed me to the
comfy chair then left the room. It was very stuffy in the office - it
obviously wasn't used much and the air-con was switched off.

I was making love to Anne with long, languid strokes. Slowly our
mutual arousal grew until eventually we could no longer hold back and
we came simultaneously… … and I woke up to find the frumpy librarian
kneeling in front of me, pumping my shrinking cock with her left hand
to milk the last of my ejaculation into her sucking mouth while
frigging herself under her skirt with her right hand.

She noticed I had woken up.

"The problem's all sorted. You can go now."

She got up and left the office. I was gobsmacked. Could I call the
cops? 'A librarian has just indulged in non-consensual sexual
activity with me.' 'I've just had some semen stolen and the culprit
has swallowed the evidence?' In the end I left the library without
making a fuss. It was a nice evening and I wanted some fresh air so I
walked home. I felt an eerie sensation as though someone were
following me. I turned round quickly and saw a girl about twenty
yards behind me on the sidewalk. My heart leapt into my mouth because
it looked like the kid from the park, then I calmed down as a second
look revealed her to be rather older.

Friday afternoon Dr Hadaway dropped by again.

"I went to see Irving last night to give him the monthly reports.
Everything's sorted out and he'll be back at work on Monday. It seems
his kids had a mega-fight or something, and Irving and Maria have
decided they have to separate them so they're sending the boy to
boarding school. Strange, but when I was there, both kids seemed very
upset about it."

I wasn't surprised but I wasn't going to tell him why. 

Saturday afternoon my doorbell rang. I nearly had a heart attack
when I saw who was there. It was the kid from the park with the girl
I had seen on my way home from the library. Up close, I could see the
family resemblance. Skinny, small breasts, narrow hips and long
chestnut hair tied in a ponytail. The older girl looked about 15.

"Can I help you?"

"You did something to my sister," said the older girl.

"I'm sorry, I don't know what you mean."

"In the park. She recognised you when she saw you again in the
library."

I didn't want a scene on my doorstep.

"I think you'd better come in."

I showed the girls into the lounge and they chose to share the sofa.

"Can I get you something to drink?"

"Cola," said the younger girl.

"No, we don't want anything. You might drug us or something," said
the older girl.

"And put your bodies in bin liners and throw you in the river at
midnight?"

The older girl blanched a little - my botched attempt at humor had
obviously hit a nerve.

"Here's what we'll do. I'll bring a bottle of cola from my fridge
and three glasses. I'll pour equal quantities into each glass. You
can choose who takes which glass and I'll take the first drink. Is
that ok?"

"I suppose so," said the older girl.

On the way to the kitchen I pressed the 'record' button on my phone.
I don't have an answering machine as such, but the phone has a direct
connection to my computer. If a caller wants to leave a message or if
I press the 'record' button while the phone is active, the phone call
is recorded on my hard drive. If I press the 'record' button while
the phone isn't active, the conversation in the room is recorded on
my hard drive.

I served the cola as prescribed. The older girl indicated I should
take the glass furthest away from me so I did, and took a long drink
from it. The girls followed suit.

"I'm Brian Hardy. And you are?"

"I'm Kathleen Quinn and this is my sister Mallory," said the older
girl.

"I didn't do anything in the park. Your sister came up to me and
asked the time then she started rubbing against me. She fainted, so I
checked her breathing and pulse. She seemed to be recovering ok so I
left her to wake up on her own. I didn't hurt her or take anything."

"Kids her age don't act like that on their own. I know you did
something to her and when I tell the authorities they'll never let
you see another patient."

"I'm sorry, what do you mean about patients?"

"You're a doctor, aren't you? It says so on your mailbox."

"Not that sort of doctor. I'm a research chemist with a PhD. I work
for a company making scent and lipstick."

"Cool," said Mallory, "can you get us some samples?"

"I suppose so."

Kathleen was clearly unhappy about the digression.

"In that case we'll go to the cops and tell them you molested
Mallory and they'll put you in jail."

"It will be my word against hers and there's no evidence because I
didn't molest her."

"I saw you."

The older girl was obviously lying because I hadn't seen anyone else
in the park, but even if the police believed me, most people operated
on the principle of 'no smoke without fire' and the tabloids
frequently reported cases of people whose lives were ruined by
accusations of molestation which the accuser later admitted were
false.

"Just supposing I give you the money you ask for, what's to stop you
coming back again and again for more?"

"You don't get it, do you? The stupid cow thinks she loves you. She
wants you to be her first."

Mallory blushed and looked at the floor.

"Sorry?" I asked, not quite understanding.

"She wants you to take her virginity."

"I think that's a really bad idea. If anyone found out, I definitely
would go to jail. Her insides are too small and undeveloped for sex
and it would hurt when I break her hymen."

"We've taken care of the last two. I've broken her in using a rubber
cock I found in my mum's wardrobe. And the stains on her jeans and
panties prove she's ready - when I saw them I thought she'd been
raped and I made her show me she was still intact. And your first
point doesn't count. If you don't do it, you go to jail. If you do
it, you get to bang my sister and go to jail. So you get to bang my
sister for free. Only a poofter would turn that down."

There was a grotesque logic to the girl's argument. She continued:
"I gave my cherry to a slimeball in an alley when I was thirteen.
Mallory deserves better and she's only eighteen months younger than I
was. So the deal is you treat her real nice and give her a good time
before you bang her and you make it real special for her and you
record it as a souvenir so she can treasure it forever," she
continued.

"And I get to watch," she tacked on as an afterthought.

"Look, I need time to think about this. There's a lot at stake."

Kathleen considered.

"That's fair enough. Let us know when you've decided. But not too
long."

"How can I get in touch with you?"

"Oh, you'll see us around."

The girls finished their drinks and I showed them out. Suddenly the
house seemed very claustrophobic and I needed some fresh air. I
picked up my mobile and keys and stopped by the window, from which I
saw the girls crossing the street away from my house. Mallory glanced
back and saw me. She said something to Kathleen and the two girls
giggled. On the opposite sidewalk they both stopped, lowered their
jeans and mooned at me. Mallory was wearing a pair of plain white
schoolgirl panties and wasn't showing anything. But Kathleen was
naked and I could see her beautiful clean-shaven pussy, lissom thighs
and taut buttocks. I revised my opinion of Kathleen from 'skinny' to
'fit'. Almost instinctively I took out my mobile and photographed the
scene. The girls giggled, waved at me, then pulled up their jeans and
ran off.