Double-blind

"It's a study in human sexuality."

Sam's looking at me with her big, dark brown eyes. The look that gets me to do stuff. Right now, she's using this, admittedly, very effective method to convince me to participate in said study.

"It's run by a former colleague I did grad work with. We only knew each other casually, but he always had interesting ideas. Made a splash in the department."

Haven't there already been a ton of sex studies? Kinsey, Masters and Johnson? What more could scientists possibly need to know?

"You know you don't have to talk me in to having sex with you," I tell Sam. "Just not crazy about doing it in a lab. Hooked up to sensors. Being observed."

"Oh, Daniel assured me it won't be like that at all."

Daniel is the former colleague.

"Uh-huh."

Sam's on a roll. "Pete and Rod tried it. Said it was a little weird, but fun! Didn't feel like a study at all. And we'd be the hetero sample!"

Sam's giving me the hard sell. On a sex study.

Sam's short for Samira. We've been dating for a few months now. She's a psychologist. Good friend of my brother's wife.

It was about a half hour into dinner at their place we realized we were being set up. By the end of the evening, Sam was pressing her luscious thigh against mine on the couch, sister-in-law taking us in with a satisfied smile.

Sam's a little over five feet tall, with an exaggerated hourglass figure. She's super fit--round, shapely bum so taut I could bounce a quarter off it. Muscled thighs, defined calves. Adorable feet. She owns her height: flats for work, but otherwise sandals or no shoes at all. Small hands that match her petite frame, fingernails short and neatly kept.

Sam's large breasts are in a constant struggle to free themselves against whatever she's wearing, pushing against fabric in ways that's entered my dreams.

And she's gorgeous: light honey-brown skin, wild black hair, full lips, arched nose, and, of course, those huge brown eyes.

In therapist mode, she does her best to rein it in. Her hair gets pulled back into a tight bun. She wears a sport coat to hide those wonderful breasts. But there's only so much she can do.

Despite her best efforts, some clients still get tempted into redefining the relationship. One poor guy tried to make a move. He ended up on the floor of her office holding two cracked ribs when the cops showed up. Needless to say, he didn't press charges.

So, all this is to say: I'm way out of Sam's league. Never in a million years would I have asked her out in the wild. I think that's why my sister-in-law thought we'd be a good match.

Sure enough, Sam and I discovered we had lots in common, could talk easily, and had the same snarky sense of humor.

Sam says I'm cute. Like her, I stay fit. She complements me on my eyes, hands, short curly hair. One lovely afternoon after we had sex the first time she spent a lot of time using an index finger to trace my face, neck, ears, and chest, working her way down to my quickly hardening cock. She rested her hand there and, with a wicked smile, said, "I think I'm gonna have a lot of fun with this."

So now the question is, does this fun include the study Sam is currently pitching?

Sam's telling me they'll put us up for the weekend at a nice local hotel. Get there Friday evening, do the study on Saturday. Then we can stay through Monday morning since neither of us have to be back until Tuesday.

It would be great to get out of town. Even better that everything is paid for. I mean, what's the worst that could happen? It's a sex study, for goodness sake.

"Okay, I'm game."

"Yay!" Sam chirps, bouncing in her seat and flutter clapping her little hands. It's enough to make me want to gobble her up.

"Oh--one thing," Sam says.

"I knew there'd be a catch."

"We need to, um--refrain, for two weeks before."

"That's a lot."

"Yeah, I know. I'm bummed too. Daniel says there will be multiple tests, so he wants us sufficiently, ah, charged." Sam gives me a sorry look. "I think he means you." Then she says, "So--how can I put this delicately? No jerking off."

"So annoying."

"But think how much fun we'll have!"

Sam's glee almost makes me cum right there in my pants.

"Fine," I sulk.

***

It's about an hour-plus drive north of the city. The testing facility is just outside a small coastal village. The hotel's in town--a modest place with only a handful of rooms. Charming, tastefully decorated.

In our room, there's a welcome basket--champagne and the like--with a note from Daniel. He says to enjoy dinner, on the institute, at a well-reviewed local restaurant. We're to report to the facility after lunch tomorrow. He'll call in the morning to confirm.

Sam jumps in the shower while I unpack. She emerges a little later, wrapped in a towel around her middle and another around her head. The white towels make her bronze skin glow. Ample cleavage presses against the top edge of the one around her body. I go over to her, rock hard. She lays a hand against my crotch and kisses me, tongue deep in my mouth. She pulls back and says with heavy lidded eyes.

"Can't wait til tomorrow."

I make a sound that's not even close to human speech, more like a whimpered mumble. "Think I'll get a quick shower too," I manage eventually.

In the shower, I lean against one wall and will my cock to soften. It takes thinking through a long list of state capitols to do so.

We have an amazing meal. Back at the room, we pop the now-chilled champagne and share a glass before getting ready for bed. It feels like we're prepping for a sporting event.

To preserve our self-control for the final stretch, we put on nightclothes of almost Puritanical modesty. One step away from a cloth bag.

The next morning, Daniel calls Sam as promised. They exchange pleasantries--It'll be so good to see you! and I've heard great things!--before getting down to logistics.

It's a ten, maybe fifteen-minute drive to the facility. Daniel told us to dress comfortably, so I'm in a T-shirt and jeans. Sam's also in a T-shirt: a plunging V-neck revealing eye-watering cleavage. She's wearing shorts that stop high on her thighs. "Borderline sadistic," I told her. And of course, the ubiquitous sandals.

The facility is a modest-sized building with lots of glass and sharp angles, giving it a modern, futuristic vibe. Daniel comes out the front entrance to greet us.

He's exactly what I imagined. Nerdy. Glasses. Thin frame in ill-fitting clothes. A literal pocket protector. But he's got a warm demeanor that puts me at ease.

As we approach, he throws his arms wide. "Samira!"

They hug. We shake hands.

"Have you had lunch?"

"We ate before we left," Sam says.

"Excellent. Let's go inside, shall we?"

We step into an air-conditioned lobby. Our footsteps and voices echo off the stone, marble, and glass. No adornments--just subtle signage. We follow the one that says Labs.

Any hint of an erection I had on the drive over vanishes.

"It's quiet around here," I say.

"It's the weekend," Daniel replies. "So we're the only ones here today."

"It's just us three?" Sam asks.

"Yes. It's the best way to ensure privacy and maintain subject anonymity. We'll keep the building locked during the study, but the doors open from the inside. And we have excellent Wi-Fi."

I check my phone. Four solid bars. I think Daniel's saying all this to put our minds at ease. No problem contacting the outside world if we need to.

"This is an impressive facility," Sam says, slipping into doctor mode. "Where did the funding come from? Grants? Foundations?"

"It's a privately funded endeavor," Daniel says, smiling.

"I see," Sam says, throwing me a look.

"Ah! Here we are."

Above a pair of double doors is a sign that reads Test Facility Suites. Daniel grabs one of the handles and pulls it open, letting Sam and me step through before following behind.

The room beyond is the exact opposite of the lobby. Carpeted floors. Soft, welcoming furniture. A small table with fresh flowers. An elegant water dispenser with high-end paper cups. Barely audible New Age music playing from somewhere overhead. Like we're walking into a massage studio. Even the temperature is different--warmer, more inviting.

Sam relaxes. "It's lovely in here," she says.

"Isn't it?" Daniel replies. "It's important our test subjects feel comfortable. This isn't your run-of-the-mill science study. We believe to truly evaluate this aspect of the human experience, the environment needs to feel as close as possible to how people actually experience it."

We go through another set of double doors. Straight ahead is an open room that looks like HQ--Herman Miller Aeron chairs scattered around, computers with multiple monitors, and other equipment clearly designed to collect data.

Daniel points down a short hall to our left. "The testing rooms are down there on the right. We'll start with the closest one. At the end of the hall is a recovery room--shower, snacks, a place to rest. You'll get two breaks: a shorter one this afternoon and a longer dinner break. I expect you'll be back at the hotel by 8 p. m. at the latest."

It's 1 p. m. now. Gonna be a long day.

"Let's take a look at the first room," Daniel says, leading us a few steps down the hallway and opening the door.

The room is softly lit, but not dark. Actually, everything about it is soft--including the two strange pieces of furniture in the center. In one corner is a computer tablet mounted on a chest-high stand. The institute's logo bounces lazily across the screen like an old-school screensaver.

Daniel gestures toward it.

"You'll get most of your instructions from there. Just tap the screen and follow the prompts. Once testing begins, I won't be able to communicate with you until you're, um, finished."

He points to the ceiling. It's covered with what look like tiny cameras. Dozens of them.

"Are those cameras?" Sam asks before I can.

"No, no! Oh my goodness, no. Strict policy. No one would participate if we recorded video or stills!"

"Well, maybe not no one," I say, earning a light slap on the arm from Sam.

"They're sensors. They monitor vitals and other metrics. It's groundbreaking. No more wires taped to your body. Honestly, I don't know how anyone got useful data before."

Sam's inspecting the strange furniture. "What are these?"

Daniel carefully avoids looking at them, instead pointing again to the tablet. "The computer will explain everything. It's quite sophisticated."

I walk over to the tablet and go to touch the screen.

"Please--wait until the test officially begins," Daniel says quickly.

"Okay," I say, raising my hands. "Sorry."

He waves his own hands apologetically. "No, no, my fault. You had no way of knowing."

He turns to Sam. "Would you wait here while we step back into the control room?"

"Sure," she says, giving me a puzzled smile.

Daniel and I head back to HQ.

"A lot of this is automated, but I'll be monitoring from here," he says, settling into a chair. "To communicate with you directly, I'll use this." He points to a small mic on the desk and presses a button. It lights up red.

"Samira? Can you hear me?"

"Yup. Loud and clear." She sounds like she's right next to us.

"Wow."

Daniel presses the mic again. "Samira, please count slowly from one to fifty."

"'Kay. One, two, three..."

Daniel switches the mic off, then glances at me. "Watch what happens when I start the monitoring equipment." He flips a large switch. Sam keeps counting.

"Thirteen, fourteen, fif--"

The moment the switch clunks into place, her voice cuts off. Daniel nods toward the screens. Most of the monitors are a mystery to me, but a few are obvious: heartbeat, body temp, blood pressure.

"Wow," I say again.

"Remarkable, isn't it?" Daniel beams. "Once the monitors are active, I can't hear anything inside. Only when the equipment shuts off can I communicate again."

He flips the switch back. The monitors go dark.

"Guys? I've stopped counting."

He taps the mic button again. "So sorry, Samira! Please come to the control room."

She does, and we repeat the demo with our roles reversed. Then the three of us regroup in HQ.

"So, just a few more things before we proceed," Daniel says. "First, for anonymity, you'll be referred to by number. You're Subject Number Nine," he says to me, "and Samira, you're Subject Number Five. That's how I'll address you during testing. The computer will do the same.

"Second, this is a double-blind study. I'll only be monitoring and recording incoming data. A separate team will review it. They'll know what, ah..."--he clears his throat--"activities are happening during collection. That's why the room is soundproofed.

"Finally, if at any point a prompt or request makes you uncomfortable, you can absolutely refuse. Just say 'refuse request' and the system will move on. We're sensitive to the nature of this experiment, and we're happy to collect whatever data you're willing to give."

He takes a deep breath and smiles.

"Well! I think that's it. You can go in the back room and remove your clothing. There are robes for you to wear for the short walk to the testing room and inside for as long as you want. Remember to take your time. That's why we block out the whole day. Make sure you get comfortable before proceeding with the tests." He gestures towards an e-reader and tablet lying near one of the computers. "I've got plenty to keep me occupied."

He walks us out of HQ and into the hallway. I notice another door at the other side of HQ.

"Where does that go?" I say, pointing.

Daniel looks over towards the door. "Oh, that's where the servers are kept. It's jam-packed in there. Half the power bill is to keep those cool!"

He turns back giving us a big smile. "Thanks again for agreeing to do this. And have fun!"

We wave, and head down the hallway to the back room. Daniel disappears behind the HQ door.

Sam grabs my arm with both hands, leaning in close. "We're committed now!" She giggles, pushing herself up to kiss me on the cheek.

***

The room in the back reminds me a lot of the one at the hotel. Soft chairs, kitchenette, bathroom with a shower. There's a closet and a chest of drawers to leave our clothing. Two comfortable-looking robes are laid out.

I'm pulling off my shoes when Sam turns me towards her. She pulls me in for a deep, long, tongue filled kiss, reaching under my t-shirt to rub my chest and back. Then she drops her hands to grab my ass and pulls me even closer.

"What are you doing?" is my intelligent, penetrating question.

"Getting in the mood, you knucklehead."

I reciprocate, getting handfuls of Sam's tight, perfectly round ass. Sam pulls off my t-shirt. I unbuckle my belt to push down my jeans. Each time we pull away to remove clothes, we quickly dive back in, wide open mouthed kisses, slobbering tongues.

Sam's down to panties, revealing T-shirt and bra. She stumbles back, peels off the T-shirt then spins around, so I can unhook her bra. I fumble with it, hands shaking a little. Jesus, I'm getting wound up.

The clasp pops free. Sam tosses the bra on one of the chairs and turns back.

Sam's tits are a marvel. Substantive, heavy. Petite nipples standing at attention against darker brown areolae that contrast against her smooth, bronze skin. The lovely full sides of her breasts rounding out well past her rib cage.

I can't take it, and go in to lick a nipple. Sam sucks in a breath, then lets out a whimper when I move to the other nipple. She grabs my head and pulls me in for another sloppy kiss. She steps back.

"We better save it for the room," Sam says, breathless.

"You missed a step," I say, pointing to her panties.

"You first."

I take the front of my briefs and stretch them out to let my rock-hard cock leap free, then slip them off. Sam's shoulders drop as she sighs heavily, saying, "god, I love your cock."

I point towards her panties. Sam keeps her eyes on me as she takes two cute fingers and slides them down the front. Pulls them out again, turning the pads to face me to show their glistening moisture. Now it's my turn to sigh.

Sam turns, bends over and pulls her underwear down to her ankles, giving me a mind shattering view of her ass. Then she steps out of the panties and turns.

Sam keeps a neatly trimmed mound of hair above her luscious vagina. The dark-haired upside down triangle pointing straight down like an instruction.

One more time Sam steps to me for another lusty kiss, then goes to the robes, taking one for herself and handing me the other.

"Shall we?"

***

We're in the first testing room--the one closest to HQ. I close the door and see there's a switch to throw a bolt and lock the door. I do.

Daniel's disembodied voice: "Ah! Are you both in the room? Ready to begin?"

"Yup," Sam says, giving me a wink. She has her hair up in a bun, some loose strands dangling against her sexy neck.

"Great. I see you've discovered that you can lock the door from the inside. The only way that can be opened from the outside is if there's a medical emergency picked up by the sensors. There's also an emergency call button by the door, but I'm confident you won't need it."

There's a pause. We wait.

"Okay," Daniel says. "Let's start."

Daniel's tone gets formal. "This is Test Number Eighteen. Today's subjects are Test Participant Number Five, a female of West Asian descent, and Test Participant Number Nine, a male of European descent. Both subjects are in their thirties. I will now turn over the testing instructions to the computer in the room. Subjects, you may interact with the tablet provided. I will resume communication after the first rounds of tests are complete."

There's a soft beep. The tablet on the stand now has a message on the screen, the text a pulsing blue light. We go over. It says, "Tap screen to begin." Sam does.

More smaller text appears on the screen. At the same time, we hear this text spoken in the room by a disembodied female AI voice.

"Thank you for participating in today's study. Our first test will be non-copulating genital stimulation."

Sam looks at me. "Do you think she means a blow job?"

"Oral stimulation of the male organ is one possibility."

We both jump.

"Can we ask questions directly? I mean, by speaking?" I say.

"I can understand human speech with 99.99953 percent accuracy."

Sam raises her eyebrows. "That seems pretty good."

"My technology rivals the most sophisticated in the world. Are you ready to commence the first test?"

Sam gives me a look that says, are we? I give a firm nod. "Sure," Sam says.

"Excellent. Have you both abstained from sexual activity as instructed?"

"Yes," we deadpan in unison.

"Very good. In that case, I recommend we start with the Subject Nine. Having gone so long without release, it will likely not take much for him to achieve his first orgasm."

"I'll try not to take that personally."

"Subject Nine, please disrobe and position yourself on the chair. It will adjust to accommodate your frame."

The larger odd looking piece of furniture starts to morph, Transformer style, into something like a lounge chair. I give a fuck it gesture and throw off my robe before getting into the chair. It fits around my body perfectly. The section to prop feet is split down the middle. Once my legs are placed on it, it widens so that my legs are slightly spread apart. The other, smaller piece of furniture moves forward to sit at my feet, leaving room.

"Subject Five, please position yourself in front of Subject Nine using the chair provided for support. You may disrobe, if you wish."

"Fair's fair," Sam says as she goes to untie the robe, but I throw up a hold gesture.

"Better not or I'm gonna spew before you even get over here."

Sam snorts a laugh and comes over to sit, facing me. The furniture starts to adjust so that I get propped a bit forward. I brace myself against the footrests, It's not difficult at all--just enough to keep me from sliding down. Sam's positioned so her legs are tucked under my chair, her back supported to keep her torso upright.

"There's a slider on your right, Number Five, to move yourself forward and back," says the AI voice.

Sam experiments. She gets herself close, her face an inch away from my cock.

The walls begin to display abstract undulating shapes, like a lava lamp. Added to this are subtle rushing sounds: waves at the beach or a light breeze. Amidst this rushing is another sound--so soft I wonder if I'm imagining it: a woman sighing and vocalizing in sexual pleasure.

"Do you hear that?"

"Yes," Sam breathes.

The texture of the chair is somewhere between cloth and leather. Almost like synthetic skin. The fabric is warm. Light, massage like pulses push against me in wonderfully unpredictable ways.

"You may commence oral stimulation," the AI voice instructs Sam.

"My pleasure," Sam sighs.

She stares hungrily at my hard cock. Adjusts herself a little, then sticks out her magnificent tongue to lick my shaft, bottom to top, keeping her big, brown eyes on me the whole time.

I let out a shuddering whimper. "Jesus, that's good."

Sam gives me a sexy smirk, then sticks her tongue out again as far and wide as it can go, licking again from the base to the tip. When she gets to the top, she closes her mouth around my engorged cock and slides down, her spectacular full lips sealed against my shaft.

I groan in pleasure. The rushing sounds intensify.

Sam's head bobs faster on my cock, as she fondles my balls. I feel her tongue sliding against me on the way down, then slurping on the way back up. Sam goes back and forth between licking my shaft and taking my cock in her mouth, making eye contact whenever possible. She keeps going until the need for oxygen forces her to pull her head back, gulping for air.

"God, I've missed that," Sam exhales.

"Subject Five, please lean back so we can perform a reading," the AI voice instructs.

We're confused, but Sam does as she's told.

Out of nowhere, a transparent cylindrical object drops from the ceiling. It's suspended by two narrow cables attached to the device's side. They're more like slim arms than wires, as they can maneuver the device with intent, slowing on its descent to find the tip of my cock. The device hovers in position, then slides itself around my cock. Immediately stimulating me in mind-frying ways. So different from Sam's glorious mouth, but just as intense.

"Ah-ugh," I yelp in pleasure, involuntarily thrusting my hips against the device. It's open at both ends, allowing it to slide past the top of my cock, it's transparency enabling crystal clear visuals of my entire erection.

Sam leans back, eyes wide, mouth open, gaze locked on my cock. She reaches under her robe and starts massaging her pussy.

"Subject Five, please refrain from self-stimulation until your test," the AI voice says in the kindest way possible for a computer.

"Fine!" Sam huffs, pulling her hand away. But her eyes stay focused like lasers on my cock.

I'm almost at the point of no return, torso quivering. I'm not sure what to do with my hands.

Then a total body rush of pleasure consumes me, exaggerated by the massaging chair. I feel my orgasm coming, my release nano-seconds away. An electric jolt of pleasure, magnified by the chair and device surges through me.

I arrive, shouting out in ecstasy, thrusting upward as I spew cum in the air. Multiple streams of it, as I cough out barks of pleasure.

Sam laughs, delighted. "That's fucking hot!"

I see her go for her pussy again, but she stops herself. Instead she stares greedily at my cock, drinking in the sight.

"I'm gonna cum so hard when it's my turn," she declares, causing me to buck upwards one more time, spewing more cum for good measure.

***

We've switched places. Sam is totally nude, laying back in the chair I was in earlier. Her legs resting in the lower section, spread just far enough apart to sizzle my brain. I stare at her in awe. She's like some Parthian Goddess, blissfully unaware of nations fighting wars over her affection.

Earlier we discovered large, lightly scented sponges in a delicate sink. These were for wiping off, we were told. I did, Sam insisting she help. At one point, she found a bit of cum on my thigh. She swiped it off with a finger, put it in her mouth and licked it clean. She winked at me as she swallowed. I just about had a stroke.

Now I'm sitting in front of Sam, eye level with her beautiful vagina.

"You may commence oral stimulation," comes the AI instruction.

"I thought you'd never ask," I say.

Sam gazes down at me, a combination of excitement and unabashed lust.

"Go to it, Tiger," she purrs.

I start by kissing Sam's velvety soft inner thighs, relishing in their intoxicating earthy scent. Get closer--tantalizingly close, to her moist vagina. Sam makes encouraging sighs the farther in I get. Then I'm there. I lick one finger and gently nudge it against her darker pussy lips to reveal the bright pink inside. I marvel at the ergonomics of the chair, easing my posture to enjoy devouring Sam's delicious pussy. Sam appreciates this too as she starts grinding against my eager mouth.

Now I'm holding both of Sam's marvelous thighs as I lick her pussy from bottom to top, fluttering my tongue when I reach her clit. Flatten my tongue against that magical button, then flick my tongue some more.

The images on the walls have returned. So has the rushing sounds, but no vocalizations this time. Sam's doing that all by herself.

We're in a rhythm. At each lick upwards, Sam squeezes her shuddering thighs against my head, releasing when I pull back to start again. With each clench she lets out deep moans of pleasure, increasing in length and volume with each tongue-fluttering arrival at her clit.

"Subject Nine, please allow room so we can perform a reading," says the AI voice.

Another device descends from the ceiling. It looks to be made of translucent silicone. Its cylindrical base is held by two cables attached to its side with a head shaped like a spade. It's upside down so the tip of the spade is the first thing that touches Sam's mound. It maneuvers, much like the device from earlier, so that the spade section, dripping with lubricant, slides down until it flattens against Sam's upper area, exactly against her clit and starts undulating.

Sam sucks in a breath. "Holy shit!"

Now she's letting out steady grunts of lusty pleasure, gyrating her torso against the device.

"Subject Nine, please continue stimulating subject's lower vulva."

"You heard the woman!" Sam shouts between moans of bliss.

I go at it, licking around her pussy lips, pushing my tongue inside her. Fluttering, sucking, spitting copious saliva that mixes with her pussy juices. It's a virtual waterfall of pleasure fluid.

Sam is vocalizing her delight. Steady exclamations of ohs and ahs. No other words, no other thoughts, her whole being consumed with bliss. She writhes and moans, yelping as the device wiggles, undulates, and shudders, while excreting copious liquid. Not a vibrator--a synthetic tongue delivering Sam waves of sensual euphoria.

Sam ahs and ohs and cries her pleasure, letting out one final ear-splitting ah! as she hoists her pelvis against me and the device, thighs shuddering in ecstasy.

We hold for a long moment. Sam relaxes. The device disappears into the ceiling as Sam lays back, spent. Her rapid breathing slows.

I'm hard again. I stand, revealing my throbbing cock. Sam props herself up to see it, sweat beading on her forehead. She gives me a heavy lidded, devilish grin.

"So. When do we get to fuck?"

***

Apparently, not right now.

Right now, we're instructed to wash off with the sponges, put our robes back on, and wait for Daniel to communicate with us. This will happen in five minutes. A helpful countdown clock is displayed on the tablet.

At zero, we hear Daniel again.

"This concludes the first test. Subjects Five and Nine, please feel free to retire to the resting area. We will proceed with the second test in thirty minutes."

We unlock the door, glance both ways down the hallway, then scurry to the back room. Once there, we close the door, lock it, and collapse into the chairs.

Only a moment passes before Daniel's disembodied voice returns.

"Samira? Can you hear me?"

Sam looks up, like Daniel might be hiding in the ceiling, "Yes!"

"Great. There's water and juice in the kitchenette fridge. A few snacks too--but don't eat too much. We're having a gourmet dinner delivered, so bring a healthy appetite!"

"I'm sure we can make that happen," Sam says, giving me a wink.

"Okay! I'll let you know when we're ready for the next test. About a half an hour. In the meantime, please relax."

"Thank you!"

We don't say anything. Just throw each other looks, aware Daniel can hear everything. I nod toward the kitchenette.

We head over.

I turn on the faucet, get my face close to Sam's, and lower my voice.

"Is it weird he keeps saying we?"

Sam gives me a scrunched uh-huh face and nods.

"I'm replaying everything we said in here before the first test," she whispers. "Trying to remember if I said anything embarrassing."

"You mean like, 'god, I love your cock.'"

"For example."

We snort-giggle like we're totally baked. Take a few breaths. I turn off the faucet.

We chat, keeping it as innocuous as possible. Sometimes we overdo it to such a ridiculous degree we start laughing again--like we really are high.

Later, after we've settled, Sam comes over and sits on my lap. Wraps her arms around my neck and kisses me. It's sweet.

Also, it feels like solidarity. Like we're grateful to be in this exceedingly weird experience together.

Daniel's voice again:

"Hi you two! Ready for the next test?"

Sam pops off my lap, taking my hand. "Absolutely!"

***

"Commencing with test number two: standard copulation," says the AI voice.

Sam's fiddling with her bun. "Gotta let my hair down for this."

"Please note that I'm gonna just let that go," I say.

"I admire your restraint," Sam says, freeing her hair. She runs her fingers through it until it settles into its usual wild tangle.

"For this test," the AI voice continues, "we recommend test subjects choose their own starting position. When you have decided, the furniture will adjust accordingly."

"How thoughtful," Sam says, walking over to me.

She takes my robe's lapels in her hands, and gives me a dreamy look.

"Well, what do you think, Number Nine? Any suggestions?"

Instead of answering, I lean in and kiss her. Softly at first. Romantically. Letting our kissing evolve into wider mouths, generous tongue.

Sam hugs me close. Even through the thick fabric of the robe I can feel her wonderful breasts pushing against me.

The tie to her robe is loose. So is mine, so I give it a pull to release it. The robe falls open, revealing my stiff cock, ready to serve. Sam looks down, eyes going wide. Takes a breath. With her eyes locked on mine, Sam gently draws her fingers up against my shaft. Then she takes the robe's lapels and pushes it off so it drops behind me, leaving me totally naked.

Sam steps back. Loosens her own robe's tie so it falls open as mine did.

It parts enough that her triangle mound is visible, the smallest hint of her glistening moist vagina.

The robe's lapels are being held in place by her magnificent tits. She draws her fingers up against the lapel's edge until her hands are in line with her breasts. Agonizingly slow, she pulls the robe away, letting each hard nipple pop free. Then it slides against the sides of her breasts. She pulls it further until there's nothing left to cover. The robe falls to the floor, making Sam's nudity complete. I let out a sigh.

Sam walks towards me in slow motion, taking my cock in her hand. "Now," she says. "Let's fuck."

We're mashing each others' faces. Lips, tongue. Slobbering recklessly. Feasting on each other's mouths. Sam pulls away. Grabs my hand to take me to the furniture in the middle of the room.

"Hey, sweetheart," Sam bellows to the AI voice. "He's gonna start on top."

The larger piece transforms to accommodate Sam. She falls into it as it rises up to meet her. Sam leans back, draping one leg at a time on to the lower portion, which has already started spreading apart. It goes gloriously wide. I give her a questioning look. Sam is smiling, shaking her head slowly. No, that look says. It's not too far.

I maneuver my torso so it's in line with Sam's pussy. The chair tilts her back just enough for me to have a perfect angle for entry.

I take the tip of my cock and toy with her sopping wet pussy. Part those dark lips. Glide up and down the length of her vulva. Tap the head a few times on her clit. Sam sighs in playful frustration.

Then I get it against her opening. Push in just enough to confirm. Push in a little further, then pull back, letting just the tip keep her parted.

Sam breathes out shuddering sighs, then sucks in some errant drool, her total focus on my cock in her cunt.

With the tip of my cock poked just inside Sam, I lean over. The chair providing places for me to brace myself so I can look down to her.

Now the chair is perfectly positioned, with a little help from gravity, to plunge into Sam. I slide in deep, my fat cock relishing the tight space. Sam throws her head back, letting out an animal cry of pleasure.

I pull back slowly, almost all the way out, then plunge deep again, savoring her hot, welcoming cunt. Sam groans in pleasure. Deep, satisfied moans.

I keep it slow, keep it deep. Drink in her spectacular tits as they rock and sway to our motion.

The chair matches our movements. Pushing up to help Sam take me in further. Falling as I pull back, then thrusting back upwards as I dive my cock deep, Sam clenching me with her cunt.

The rocking increases. The rushing sounds have returned, now mixed with a chorus of sexual moaning, joining our delirious vocalizations, our euphoric cries, our shouts of ecstasy.

The chair rises to push Sam completely against me, but when it falls back, my cock pulls out with a wet thwok!, causing Sam to gasp.

I don't miss a beat, grabbing Sam's thighs as the chair rises up again. Somehow it knows, staying in place, my face flush against her cunt, lapping, slurping, feasting. Sam moans in pleasure, wrapping her legs around my shoulders as my tongue flutters against her clit inspiring more frenzied yelps of bliss.

I back up for air. Sam leaps off the chair to come over, grabbing my face and kissing wildly, her wide extended tongue licking the juices from my cheeks in long, slobbering strokes.

"I want your cum inside me," she pants.

I stumble back to the chair. It's already altering so I can lay back on it.

From the ceiling descends a horizontal bar. The chair has positioned me so my wet hard cock is pointing straight up. Instinctively, Sam grabs hold of the bar as it lifts her skyward. Two footrests appear, allowing Sam to brace herself with her feet, her quivering pussy directly above my shaft.

The bar drops so that Sam slides down on my cock, both of us howling in pleasure.

Holding the bar, Sam thrusts herself against me, the chair assisting our movements.

Sam's arms are straight up, like a cheer. She humps my cock fast. Her tits bounce and settle, bounce and settle. Her ab muscles working as she rapidly thrusts herself down on me. Joyful, bucking wet slaps.

Her eyes are wide and laser focused on mine. Mouth open to release her animal grunts of pleasure. I match hers with my own, feeling my orgasm building.

Hers is building too. I feel it in her shuddering thighs.

We fuck, and fuck, and fuck, minds scrambled with jubilant ecstasy.

The images on the walls are flying, the chorus of voices climaxing with us.

I feel myself building. Rushing, surging, a deluge of cum gushing through me, flooding towards my cock.

Sam barks shouts of ecstasy, hurling herself down, clenching my cock with her insatiable pussy.

I'm close. Sam's body glistens from her efforts. We throw ourselves together, moaning and shouting and crying in bliss until I--

EXPLODE inside her, Sam howling in joy, my cock spraying fountains of cum, surging into her grateful cunt.

Sam's shuddering thighs hold me in place, squeezing out every last drop, my body shaking from the overwhelming release.

Sam drops her hands to my chest. Eyes closed as she trembles from the orgasm aftershocks. When these subside, she opens her eyes to look at me, a smile that goes to my core. She falls against my chest laying her head to the side.

I stay inside her until our breathing becomes regular. Let myself soften but don't pull out.

"This concludes the second test," says the AI voice.

Sam says, "We got one more of these, huh?"

"Yup."

It takes us a while to stop laughing.

***

We've returned to the rest/recovery room. Sam takes a shower first and is back in her clothes for dinner. The way her shorts snug against her tight ass and ride up her thighs is a sight to behold. I feel myself getting hard again. Sam notices, hand on hip, smiling as she shakes her head.

"Seriously?"

I shrug. "What? I can't help it!"

She comes over and kisses me, sticking her fat tongue in my mouth. "Good," she breathes. "Now go take a shower," she commands, giving me a locker room slap on the ass.

We meet Daniel in the front room of the Test Facility Suites. He takes us through the double doors and back in the sterile part of the facility, killing my partial erection.

He leads us to a dining area. It's not as severe as the rest of the facility but doesn't match the warmth of the Testing Suites either. It kind of feels like a nicely adorned hospital cafeteria.

Sam and I settle at a table while Daniel steps away to meet the delivery driver. He returns with multiple bags, wafting delectable scents of freshly prepared food.

There are kabobs of beef, chicken, and vegetables, alongside tomato and cucumber salad, a wide variety of wraps, rice, and fresh hummus with warm pita bread. Sparkling water and tea to wash it down.

Sam and I are starved, so we dig in. Daniel seems pleased by Sam's enthusiasm--brownie points for the specific cuisine. But I enjoy watching her eat. I love how unabashed she is with her appetite, taking big chunks of pita to scoop up generous amounts of hummus, cramming piles of food into her big mouth, unconcerned with the flecks of crumbs that don't quite make it in. She'll take a finger to wipe her lips, licking it clean with just a little too much tongue.

Daniel and Sam do most of the talking. Their conversation flows freely, catching up on this and that, diving into subjects in their field I don't know much about. Daniel asks about me. He smiles and nods politely as I talk about my career in the arts, but his eyes light up when I mention I teach at the local, well-known university. Apparently, he'd once considered academia.

"You can still teach, Daniel," Sam says. "You're certainly qualified."

"Yes," he sighs, a bit wistful.

That seems to hit a nerve, so we quickly change the subject.

It's a lovely dinner. I notice we don't talk about the study--not even tangentially. I suppose that makes sense, but still, it strikes me as a little odd.

We're sitting back in our seats, satiated, when Daniel pops up and starts clearing the table. Sam and I go to help, but he insists we stay seated and relax.

And just like that, we're headed back to the Testing Suites.

***

"For the final session, we'll use Testing Room Number Two," Daniel says, pointing down the short hallway past HQ. "Second door on the right."

We head down the hall. Daniel closes the door to HQ behind him. I open the second door for Sam and follow her in. The bolt is the same as the one in Room One. I lock it.

This room is essentially a large, empty box. The only feature besides the door is a computer tablet recessed into the wall. The room is well lit, though the source of the light is a mystery.

Daniel's voice: "I see that you're in--great. Obviously, this room is going to need a bit of an explanation. It takes advantage of a sophisticated new polymer that has been recently developed. It's incredibly dynamic in how it can change density. From solid to highly pliable. Here--I'll demonstrate. Both of you, place one hand against a wall--doesn't matter which one."

We do.

"What do you notice?"

Sam: "It feels like a wall."

"Right," Daniel chuckles. "Now, pull your hand away for a moment." There's a pause on his end. "Okay, go ahead and touch the wall again, leaning some weight against it."

When I do, my hand sinks right into it, like Play-doh. "Whoa," I say.

"Isn't that incredible?" Daniel can't keep the excitement from his voice.

Sam studies the wall up close, as if proximity might explain how her hand just sank into solid matter.

"Remarkable," Sam says.

"This material will be very helpful for the next test. The computer will provide details. Are you ready to proceed?"

Sam and I exchange a glance. We're back in our robes from earlier, nothing on underneath.

Sam looks a little nervous. I'm glad I'm not the only one. We give each other a nod and Sam says, "Yes."

"Terrific. Standby."

It's quiet for a few moments. Longer this time. Daniel's disembodied voice comes back.

"This is the final test of Experiment Day Eighteen."

Didn't he call it something else in the first room?

"We continue with Test Subjects Five and Nine. The computer will take over now. Test Subjects, please consult the computer tablet in the room for instructions."

The tablet illuminates pulsing text that says, Touch here to begin.

Sam approaches, takes a deep breath, and taps the screen.

The female AI voice returns. "Again, thank you for participating in today's study. Our final test will be enhanced copulation. This test will take advantage of the dynamic nature of the room's construction material. It will also include fluids and secretions that are harmless, even if swallowed."

Sam raises an eyebrow.

"Before continuing, please remove your coverings. Participants must be completely nude before proceeding.

"You heard the woman," I say to Sam. She rolls her eyes.

Next to the tablet, the wall extends, forming a container large enough to hold our robes. I take mine off, roll it up, and toss it into the container. When I turn back, Sam is untying hers and shrugging it off, holding it unceremoniously in one hand.

I've seen Sam naked countless times. But something about this gesture--the way it flash reveals her heavy, perky tits, her muscular thighs and calves, her smooth toned bum, her effortless good looks--sends an electric jolt through my whole body. That a woman of such exquisite beauty is also brilliant, funny, warm, and uncompromising. That we connect as friends, lovers--human beings--makes me realize how stupid fucking lucky I am.

I'm staring. Sam looks at me, then down, then back with a look that says, Oh, you poor thing.

I glance down. My cock is bigger, and harder, more eager than it's been all day.

I shrug. What are ya gonna do?

Sam walks towards me. I think she has some ideas.

She drops the robe in the bin then comes to me, holds my stiff cock as she devours my face. I'm right there with her, slobbering lips and tongues.

The AI voice chimes in. "Participants, please have a seat in the chairs now forming."

In the middle of the room two chairs grow from the floor like some cheesy Sci-Fi film. Less chair and more throne, actually. I feel it adjust to my frame as I sit.

"Please hold still," the AI voice commands.

We do.

I take in Sam on her chair-throne. She's leaning back, arms draped on armrests, legs spread provocatively. Luscious tits and vagina on full display. I'm in the same position, cock almost comically at attention. Sam stares at it with audacious desire.

As promised, a smooth velvety liquid secretes from our chairs, filling up around us, running freely over our bodies, its texture feels like olive oil. Sam lets out a fluttering oh! The stuff feels incredible.

It recedes just as quickly, but now our bodies are completely covered with the substance. It's dripping down Sam's arms, legs, tits, belly, cunt--the visual so intense I have to look away.

The chair formed beneath me starts to dissolve, and I find myself slipping down. The liquid has spread everywhere. The floor surface now more pliable, like rubber.

At first our feet touch, then our legs. Then we slide closer, falling into a tangle. It's silly and sexy. We giggle like children.

We can't help ourselves. Feel and fondle each other, recklessly smooshing bellies, tits, cock, ass, and faces. It's utterly ridiculous and delightful. The gentlest mosh pit in history.

The floor surface undulates, increasing in motion. Now the whole floor is ebbing and cresting like ocean waves. The walls display the abstract images like the first room, sounds of rushing to match.

We get separated. Sam sliding away so we're at opposite sides of the room.

It feels intentional. I get a spectacular view of Sam being gently tossed about, oiled body glistening. Sam's relishing the motion, using her arms and legs to push herself around. Sliding down a trough, then riding up a cresting wave, her tits scrumptiously rocking up and down and sideways.

I feel myself doing the same. Enjoying the dips and crests. Sam's flashing smile when we make eye contact.

But something pricks at the back of my mind. What, exactly, is being tested here?

I brush it aside and focus on Sam.

The waves subside into light undulations, like a rocking boat. The floor maneuvers so that Sam and I slide towards each other, slowing the closer we get. We stop, the bottoms of our feet touching.

I don't think we've ever done this before and it's kind of wonderful.

Then the surface below us drops, causing Sam to slide further towards me. She instinctively spreads her legs allowing her pussy to rest against my cock.

The floor puts me in a bucket seat position, supporting Sam's back to prop her further forward, sides dropping away allowing her legs to hang free, my cock and torso her saddle.

My cock slides against her vagina, up and down, up and down, Sam's breathing getting heavier. I pull my torso back, so that on the next rise I slide easily into Sam's pussy, helped by the oil substance and her natural warm wetness. Sam lets out a deep, satisfied sigh.

The undulating floor takes over, pushing me in deeper, then back, deeper, then back, over and over and over. We stare into each other's eyes. Heavy lidded, lips parted. We don't say anything, just relish in our wordless deep connection.

We continue this way, soaking in the sensation. Light vocalizations in our satisfied sighs. Tingles of pleasure rushing through our whole bodies with each deep plunge. Sam's dripping hot cunt squeezed tightly around my soaking fat cock.

But I'm not even close to cumming.

Time loses meaning. Minutes or hours, it's impossible to tell.

The rushing sounds diminish. The AI voice rings through the room.

"Subjects Five and Nine, please pause for position change."

We keep going.

The floor pushes up, causing us to detach.

"Okay, bitch, fine," Sam sighs.

"Subject Five, please roll over."

Sam does. The floor flattens so Sam can lie on her stomach. I lean back to give her room. Then the floor rises, raising Sam's ass in the air. Not high, but enough to see her pussy from behind, rocking gently, waiting.

"Subject Nine, you may resume."

I lean forward and slide my cock up and down Sam's ass crack. She moans, steadying her ass so I can take the tip of my cock and line it up with her pussy. I find the entry and push in a little. Sam's impatient, thrusting her ass my way causing me to fall forward, bracing myself on either side of her, my cock slipping all the way in. The floor assists again, helping Sam push her pussy against me.

I drape myself over Sam, careful not to lean too much weight on her. Sam turns to give me a side kiss then drops her head forward, increasing our speed.

The floor maneuvers again, forcing me to pull out. Sam gasps.

Now the floor is flat, Sam pushes herself up on all fours, thrusting her ass skyward, pussy right there. I walk forward on my knees, aim my cock, then grab Sam's ass cheeks and thrust myself back in. Sam hollers in pleasure.

Now we're going fast. Not frenetic, but steady grunting thrusts. Sam's getting closer, but my orgasm's miles away. She can feel my confidence.

"You're a fucking hero," Sam snarls.

I'm going at it hard, Sam pushing back against me, smacking slaps of ass and torso.

Sam's arms slide forward, dropping her shoulders. I pull out.

She falls to her side, drawing her knees together so her body forms an H. She cradles her head with her left arm so she can look back at me, right arm draped behind. I drive my cock back into her pussy, entering sideways, her closed legs helping her clasp my cock even tighter.

I rest a hand on her hip for balance. Sam lets herself go passive, body rocking from my thrusting. A contented, open mouth smile. Bedroom eyes watching me fuck her.

I fall back into a slower rhythm. Steady deep thrusts. This isn't a sprint, it's a marathon.

Sam gets excited, pushing herself up with her left arm, right hand around the back of my neck. She pulls me close to kiss while we fuck.

She pulls back from the kiss, keeping her face close, eyes drilling into mine. Encouraging a faster rhythm. I oblige. Her mouth hangs open, noisy, sex ravaged panting.

Sam drops back, lifting her right leg up to rest on my right shoulder. I straddle her left, holding on to her propped leg to steady myself while I hump her pussy. Sam sucks in a breath then lets out heavy sighs of pleasure.

Any notion of a sex study has vanished. We're just fucking now. Focused on each other and or mutual bliss.

I lean in to get closer, locked in Sam's gaze. Her right leg flopping like a rag doll.

Sam's eyes go wide. We're forehead to forehead, my cock plunging like a piston. She's huffing shouts of oncoming orgasm.

I drop her leg and pull her towards me. Spin her around so her back is against my chest as I kiss her neck and ear. Then fall backwards, easing her with me. Sam spreads her legs open, rests her head against my shoulder. We fumble with my cock until it's back inside her. I massage her tits then reach down to rub her clit, as I keep thrusting into her pussy.

Sam's almost there, exhaling loud, rasping shouts of ecstasy. She's wriggling wildly. Reaches behind, running her fingers roughly through my hair. I hold her, still working her clit. She throws a hand down to make me rub harder. Ramping her shouts towards her climax. Closer, closer, closer, close! Then a rapturous wail as her whole body shudders, hurling her torso upwards.

I follow her movement to stay connected. We drop together, then another wave of orgasm sends her middle flying up again with more shudders and cries of bliss. We hold up there, then drop. She grabs my thigh as her body releases more shudders.

We slide against each other, the liquid mixing with our sweat, making us extra slippery. So much that one of her movements causes me to slip out of her with a pop. Sam looks at me, astonished. Between heavy breaths she says, "You're still hard!"

I smile.

She reaches down to grab my slick cock, looking at me wide-eyed. "Shit..."

Sam climbs on me, then slides herself downward, making sure she keeps her tits in contact with my body the whole way. At the bottom, she sticks out her tongue to lick my entire shaft, bottom to top, then clamps her mouth on my cock to suck.

Her head's bobbing fast--she's hungry for it, but it's no contest. I'm feeling invincible. Not cumming yet.

Sam pulls her head free, gasping for air.

The AI voice speaks up. We totally forgot about her.

"Subjects, if possible, please continue copulating."

Sam climbs back up and snuggles her face to mine, then brushes past my cheek to nibble my ear.

"You heard the woman," she breathes.

***

We slide around, rubbing bits together, hands fondling everything. Then I'm on my back. Sam climbing on, face forward this time. She spreads her legs.

I easily stuff my cock back into her, pull her into a hug, and thrust upwards in a steady rhythm. Sam huffs in pleasure, throwing herself against me with equal gusto.

"God, your fucking cock," she pants.

That gives me a tingle.

Sam laughs, voice quivering. "I'm gonna cum again!"

"Wanna cum together?"

"Fucking-A."

"I wanna see you," I growl.

Sam knows what I mean and hops off, my wet cock slapping against my torso, making Sam chortle.

She lays back, throwing her arms wide, legs spread and out straight, putting herself in a starfish pose.

"Little help here?" Sam blares to the room.

"Adjusting now," says the AI voice, calm tone hilariously contrasting our frenzied sex.

The floor shapes around Sam, raising her torso and creating a drop-off just past her middle--like she's lying at the edge of a bed. The space is perfectly sized for me to stand and lean forward, her pussy right in line with my cock. On either side of me are places for Sam to rest her legs, but she keeps them raised, bending her knees, feet dangling in the air.

I get the message, grabbing her ankles and holding them at my side, spreading her butterfly style as I plunge inside her.

Sam throws her head back, shouting in ecstasy, hoisting her torso to time with my thrusts.

A few more of these, then she pushes herself up, propping on her elbows to watch me shove in and out.

I take in her open mouthed smile, her heavy lidded eyes. Her hungry, sexual desire. Her whole body rocking with my thrusts.

Her hair is all over the place, some sticking to her slick forehead. Sam watches me, drinking me in. Focused, lusty attention. Her claim on me driving me wild.

I push her legs up high, then pair them to the side, then spread them wide, as I thrust and thrust and thrust.

The rushing sounds match my motions. Each plunge accompanied by intensified whooshing.

I hold Sam's heavy thighs and plunge. Hoist her middle and plunge. Lean back with my hands on her knees and plunge and plunge and plunge.

Sam's next orgasm is starting. She vocalizes her exhales, moans and ahs and brays of elation.

The pleasant ache from being hard for so long disappears as I feel my own orgasm starting.

Sam sees it. Bites her lower lip--

--and nods.

It's like nitrous oxide injected into my engine. I thrust harder and faster, making my own grunts of pleasure.

Something catches my eye. A slithering motion.

The AI voice again. "Subjects, prepare for enhanced stimulation."

We exchange a confused look. Then Sam sucks in a breath.

What looks like a suction-less octopus tentacle slides up her side then shimmies slowly back down.

"Shit, that feels amazing," Sam exhales.

I feel another one slide up my leg, wrap itself around then slither away, sending an electric jolt of sensual pleasure through my whole body.

"What the fuck?" I laugh.

There are more now, wrapping around Sam's body, slithering around her tits, sliding down her inner thigh. I feel my own on my legs, running up my back, tantalizingly tickle my ass crack.

More grow from the floor, waving lazily in the air like kelp in shallow water.

"What could this possibly," I gasp, "be testing?"

"Who fucking knows? Let's just go with it," Sam says between exaggerated moans of bliss.

I do. Train my focus on Sam. Cock like a piston driving in and out of her glorious cunt.

Sam's legs are draped over my shoulders. I hurl myself into her. She makes a crying face of blissful surrender as her orgasm shifts to the next level.

This shatters my mind. I start thrusting even harder. Pounding into Sam's welcoming cunt.

The rushing sounds are mixed with a chorus of moaning. The tentacles freely sliding around our bodies. One goes down Sam's belly, it's dripping wet tip massaging Sam's clit.

"Oh, mother-fuck!" she shouts in ecstasy.

Sam's barking out euphoric cries with each of my thrusts. I match hers with my own. Groans and shuddering ahs of bliss. Sam tries to keep eye contact, but keeps throwing herself back as each intense wave of pleasure washes over her, writhing herself against me.

She puts a hand behind her head, determined to keep her eyes on me, Occasionally falling back, then pulls herself back up to lock eyes. Her tits are flying back and forth, her nipples a blur, tentacles sliding everywhere.

The build to my orgasm is the most intense I've ever felt. Tentacles stimulating our sensations to eleven.

Words have abandoned us. Just animal sounds now. Intense, carnal, raw. White hot lust driving us to fuck each other like beasts.

The tentacles slide away, except for the one working Sam's clit. Their tips go skyward, still swaying. They become engorged.

Sam sees this, eyes widening, then she's back on me.

I hug her thighs against me, her feet flopping with abandon. I lean my upper body back and hurl myself into her with flesh-slapping thrusts.

Sam curls herself forward, like a crunch, eyes drilled into me. She's furious with desire. Her heavy rapid panting mixed with lusty grunts. Her free hand grabs my ass. Grinds her pussy on my cock in fluttering rapid thrusts.

As my cum surges, the tentacles stand straight up like erections, vibrating.

With a shout of glorious agony, Sam throws her body back, her whole body arched, tits dazzlingly displayed.

I shout along with her, spraying a firehose of cum into Sam's radiant hot cunt. The tentacles drop and shoot skyward, squirting their own pearly white liquid, fountaining into the sky. Lines of it falling against us. Against Sam. On her belly and arms. On her huge, heaving, stiff nippled tits.

My cum keeps flowing. Surging out of me as I orgasm over and over.

Sam's cumming too, joyful shouts as she arches her body, thighs shuddering, vice-gripped against me. Her whole body shaking. Cum leaking past her pussy lips and onto my cock.

We stay pushed against each other, not wanting to let go. Breathing deep breaths, gazing into each other's eyes, our connection profound.

The tentacles soften and fall away. The one massaging Sam's clit slides past her torso, disappearing beneath her.

My cock finally--finally softens. I ease it out of Sam, as slow as I can go. Sam licks her lips as I do, letting out one final soft sigh as I pull out completely.

"This concludes our final test," says the AI voice.

***

As we lay there recovering, more liquid seeps up from the floor. It's warm water, washing off the opaque, pearly substance and the oil-like liquid. It rinses our glistening, sweaty bodies.

Our breathing slows, but we're too spent to move. The floor gradually becomes, well, a floor again.

Then comes another rushing sound. Not the earlier one, but the hiss of air forced through vents. We feel it immediately: warm air drying our skin. We stand so it can reach everywhere.

"You okay?" I ask Sam.

"Very," she says with a smile.

The container with our robes appears. Sam walks over. I stay where I am, enjoying the sway of her ass. She grabs the robes, hands me one, and slips on the other.

The AI voice says, "Your on-site monitor will be in contact with you in five minutes. Please wait here."

A countdown timer appears on the tablet.

Sam walks over, presses a soft kiss to my lips. "Not too shabby, Mister," she says with a wink.

I just shake my head.

She stretches, rolling her neck and shoulders. I join her.

The timer ticks down to the last minute.

"I appreciate the hose-off," Sam says, "but I'm definitely gonna need a shower."

"Same."

00:00.

We wait.

Nothing.

A little longer.

Still nothing.

Sam looks up at the ceiling. "Daniel?"

Silence.

We glance at each other. I try louder: "Daniel?"

Still nothing.

"What's going on?" Sam says.

I shrug. Unlock the door and open it. We peer into the hallway, Scooby-Doo style.

Empty.

I tighten my robe. "C'mon."

We pad quietly down the hall to HQ. Try the door. It's unlocked.

I poke my head in.

"Daniel?"

"Just a moment!"

He doesn't sound like he's in the room.

We step inside.

Daniel's voice again: "Had a technical glitch with communication! Be right out."

It's coming from the server room. The one that's supposedly packed with computer gear. The door is cracked open. Light spills through.

Without a second thought, I stride over and pull it open.

What's inside hits me immediately.

A large chair sits in the center, identical to the furniture from Test Room One. Three flatscreen TVs are mounted on the wall, each showing a different HD angle of Test Room Two. A tablet rests beside the chair. A small mic dangles from the ceiling.

And beside the chair is a trash can.

Overflowing with used tissues. More scattered across the floor.

"What the fuck?"

Daniel shuffles over, hiking up his pants. "I can explain!"

I slam the door shut and brace it.

"Sam! Over here! Quick!"

"What's going on?" she says, rushing over.

"I don't know, but I don't think this is a sex study. At least not one we want to be a part of. Help me brace this door."

Daniel bangs on it.

"Please! I can explain!"

"Daniel," Sam says, in therapist mode. "You need to tell us what's going on."

"I will! But let me out first!"

"We will. After you explain."

I motion to one of the chairs. Sam brings it. I jam it under the doorknob.

Daniel twists the handle, pounds the door.

"Samira!"

"Daniel," she says, calm but sharp. "You need to tell us what's going on. Right. Fucking. Now."

We hear whimpering.

She tries again. "Is this a sex study?"

A long pause.

"Not exactly."

"Not exactly," she repeats, flat.

"No."

"Then what is it?"

"Um... well... it is privately funded..."

I bang the door. "Answer the fucking question!"

Another pause, then:

"Okay, it's porn."

"What?" Sam's voice cuts like a blade.

"Porn for high-end clients. Like, really high-end. They pay... a lot."

"We did not consent, Daniel."

"I know! That's why they pay so much! It's part of the voyeuristic kink."

"There are recordings." Statement, not a question.

"Yes."

"On the cloud?" I ask.

"No! God, no! If they got out there'd be lawsuits, scandals."

"Where are they?"

Whimper.

"Where. Are they?"

"On the main computer."

Sam's eyes scan the room. She spots a workstation and rushes over. Taps the keyboard. The monitors wake up. She navigates fast, finds the folder.

Names. Dates. Numbers. She finds today's date. There we are.

Number Five. Number Nine.

She double-clicks. Video files open.

She clicks one.

An HD video of Sam giving me enthusiastic head.

"Oh, god," she groans.

We exchange a look.

"How many copies?" Sam asks, voice low.

Silence.

"How many?" she snaps.

Daniel finally mutters, "Just one. On that machine."

Sam starts selecting files. Drags them to the trash.

She tries "empty trash." Password protected.

"Password, Daniel."

"This session cost $138,000! I wasn't lying about the tech. We have contracts with foreign governments--"

"I've heard porn is often on the cutting edge," I say.

Sam shoots me a look: really? Then, "Password, Daniel!"

He gives it.

Sam deletes everything. Double-checks. Then she sees something.

"Pete and Rod are here!"

She starts deleting their files too.

"Wait," she says, "you said ours were only on this computer. What about others? Like Peter Choi and Rodney Jackson?"

Silence.

She scans the room.

"There!" I point.

A stack of hard drives in the corner.

"Wait here!"

She bolts out. Comes back with our clothes.

"We'll use a robe to carry them."

"Carry what?" Daniel pleads.

We dress fast.

"Carry what?!"

"The hard drives."

"No!"

She bundles them in a robe, ties it. Stands at the server room door.

"Daniel. I'm going to destroy these. But I'll keep one. Maybe more. For leverage. If I find out this 'study' is still running, I go to the police. Or the press. Maybe both."

"Samira, please--"

"Do you understand?"

Long pause.

"Daniel?"

"... Yes."

She waits. Then: "Okay. We're leaving."

"But I'm stuck in here!"

"We'll call 911 from the hotel payphone. Tell them you're locked in. When they arrive..." She pauses. "Well, you can take it from there."

We block the door with furniture. Not perfect--but enough to slow him down.

We hustle out. Put the drives in the car's trunk. Speed off.

It's quiet almost the whole way back to the hotel.

Sam says, "Remember that furniture in Test Room One?"

"How could I forget?"

She's quiet a beat.

"Do you think they sell those on Amazon?"