Molecular Lock and Key

June, 2088

Naomi took in the reflection in the mirror and felt positively giddy. That was perhaps the most amazing part of the whole transformation: there she was, eighty years old and she was giddy.

"I swear, Paul," she said, "when Dante and Lillian get this to mass market they are going to rule the world."

"That will be a while," said her husband. "The process still needs too much individual genetic customization for common use." Paul slipped up behind her and wrapped his hands around her newly tightened waist. He went to cup her re-firmed breasts, but she slapped his hands away. If she let him get too frisky they would be late to the party the company was throwing for her.

"Well it is one hell of a perk though," she said. "I am so glad you convinced me to do it."

Cutting edge rejuvenative technologies had caused the cliche to become "Eighty is the new fifty". Paul's employer, NovaGenera, was on the bleeding edge, asking "Why settle for fifty when you can be thirty?"

Paul was a cellular geneticist and had been tempted from academia to NovaGenera with a combination of a hugely generous salary and a research plan that struck him as both audacious and surprisingly plausible. After several months they had a formulation ready for testing, and a year later there were scores of septa- and octogenarians who had been restored to prime adult vigor.

As a demonstration of their confidence, Dante, CEO, and his wife Lillian, CTO, undertook the Procedure, a customized cocktail of gene repairing viruses. Naomi thought at the time that it had been reckless. She herself was a research oncologist and had reservations about the methodology from the start. So much cellular reactivation seemed like the fast route to systemic tumor growth. Not to mention how all of the treatments 105 year-old Dante and 98 year-old Lillian had already undergone might interact with the engineered retro-viruses.

The treatment had worked magnificently. The two of them now looked like very fit thirty to forty year-olds of the turn of the century.

Eventually all of the senior staff partook of the Procedure. Even Paul, despite her reservations. Due to Naomi's arguments he had been one of the last, but eventually he gave in. Really, an eighty-two year-old man should be above peer pressure by that age.

Naomi reassured herself by monitoring Paul personally, and so she had a front row seat to watch his body change over months into a fit male of approximately thirty. He looked even better than when they had first met forty years before.

She had felt some dread as he was becoming a hot stud while she was, if she was honest, sliding into her fiercely resisted middle age. His libido had definitely been restored, and while she thoroughly enjoyed the increased vigor in their sex life, she couldn't get around the image that the two of them looked like some ridiculous MILF porno.

Through Paul the company had offered the Procedure to her. She flatly refused at first. As time went on, though, her resistance eroded. Just seeing Paul's progress, and feeling the renewed passion he had for her got under her defenses. Her resolve broke when, near the end of his course of treatments, he said, "This technology can get us to two hundred, maybe two hundred fifty years. Please be here with me for them."

Three months previously she began the treatments. The first thing she noticed was a huge burst of energy as her metabolism overclocked itself to burn away her excess fat. Following the prescribed workout schedule was easy when she could hardly sit still. She became quite adept at reading patient records and test results through her AR lenses while running on the treadmill.

As had Paul's, Naomi's sex drive raced to as high as she'd ever known. For the past month it was unusual for them not to fuck at least twice a night. They might start making love, but it would always devolve to pure animal need between the two of them. Of course, neither complained about it.

The adventurousness of their sexual encounters had grown as well. So many quick fucks in the car as it drove. Several encounters in public restrooms or darkened doorways. Just two nights previous they were at a nice restaurant when Paul dared Naomi to go under the table cloth and fellate him. She only thought of it for a couple of seconds before the naughtiness of the idea overcame her caution.

Back in their bedroom, looking in the mirror, Naomi saw a pair of youthful lovers in the full bloom of hormonal passion for one another. They hadn't looked quite so young when they first met in their forties, and damn if they didn't make a fine looking couple now. Her hair, dark brown with auburn highlights, was in a bob. She was wearing a flapper inspired dress modified with an asymmetric hem and a plunging neckline. Of all the changes The Procedure had made on her, she was most pleased with her breasts. They were the full C-cups she had had when she resented the looks want-to-be-suitors sent her way. Now she was proud when she caught men sneaking looks, but none pleased her as much as her husband's hunger for them. Naomi pitied her younger self, so busy "paying her dues" establishing her career that she missed out on appreciating her youth.

Paul nuzzled his nose into the side of her neck and drew in a sniff. Naomi loved when he did that, and she loved his scent just as much. The bowing of his head over her shoulder again confirmed the restoration of his thick, sandy-blonde locks over his bald spot. The jowls that had dragged his cheeks down had vanished, returning the chiseled jawline that she had liked to run her fingertips over back when they had first become intimate. He was wearing a light weight linen suit in pastel blue of the style of a TV show from a century before. He even refrained from shaving that morning to get the appropriate beard shadow. Naomi found it sexy as hell, but then again, she found everything he did since The Procedure sexy.

"We really do need to get going," Naomi said regretfully.

"I suppose you are right," said Paul, "mustn't make our hosts wait too long for the guest of honor."

The car was waiting for them out front and soon they were on their way to the estate of Dante and Lillian San Mateo where a party in honor of Naomi signing on with NovaGenera was being held. The offer had come just after Naomi had completed one of the last infusions of The Procedure. Lillian asked to meet with her and offered a position heading a project to develop cancer hunting nanotechnology.

Naomi had turned down offers with huge salary and bonus packages like that before as she was quite happy with her university position. Still, after a long sit down meeting with Lillian where a great deal of NovaGenera's research was revealed, Naomi left impressed by not only the work being done but by Lillian's charismatic demeanor. She had heard stories about Lillian and Dante over the decades, that they were shrewd but without too many rumors of underhandedness. Then again, no one got to their level without rivals willing to spread rumors.

Naomi took the offer home to discuss with Paul, and he was thrilled at the possibility of her joining the team. Naomi had intended to sleep on the offer, which she eventually did after yet another night of wild sex with her husband. It was as if Paul's enthusiasm, and cock, had convinced her.

And so she retired from the university effective the end of the school year and signed with the company. Tonight was a party for her to meet all the senior executives and department heads.

"Nervous?" asked Paul. He had one arm around her shoulders and breathed the question into her ear. She shook slightly at the sensation. His other hand came down on her knee.

"A little," she moaned.

"Then let me help you relax a bit." More breath in her ear, a gentle suck of her earlobe, his hand slowly sliding up the inside of her thigh.

She knew she shouldn't give in. She had spent quite a bit of time putting her look together. It would be a shame to mess it up just before they arrived.

Despite all of that she spread her knees apart to allow Paul to reach her needful core. His hand cupped her mons and softly rubbed up and down.

Naomi drew a harsh breath in through her teeth. A new wave of his delicious musk filled her senses.

She glared at him, passing streetlights casting dramatic shadows over her face. Her hand clapped down onto his and pressed it harder onto her sex.

"If you are going to do it then just fucking do it," she commanded.

"As you wish," he replied. With that he went under the waist of the panties and slid his middle finger into her channel. Naomi hissed again. Before it would have been far too soon for her to accept penetration. Since The Procedure, however, merely being near Paul was enough to make her wet enough to take him in. She knew she had become a slut for her husband. She was good with that because her stud met her demands just as often.

His ring finger followed the middle and both curled onto her G spot. He found her clit with his thumb and circled it mercilessly.

Her orgasm was on her in seconds, and Paul worked her through several crests, not relenting until Naomi grabbed his wrist and pulled his hand away.

"Aah! Mercy! Uncle! Enough!" she cried out between gasping breaths. Gasps yielded to giggles as she watched Paul savor the scent and taste of her on his fingers.

"My panties must be a mess," she playfully scolded him. "They are going to be clinging to me all night."

"Not necessarily," he said. Naomi's heart raced a beat when she saw the mischievous glint that entered his eye. "Give them to me."

Rather than reach for them himself, he tugged the hem of her dress downward. It reminded Naomi of its length and implied that she could get away with it with just a modicum of care.

Naomi raised her hips off the seat and pulled the hem of the dress over them.

"Come and take them," she said.

The compartment of the car was spacious enough that Paul could kneel in front of her and pull the panties down with both hands. He took the opportunity to plant kisses on the inside of her thighs.

"Oh no, mister! You've done enough damage as it is." She pushed his head out from between her legs. Paul consoled himself by sucking on his prize.

"You are arriving at your destination," said the voice of the autopilot.

"Oh shit!" Paul and Naomi exclaimed simultaneously. In a rush they hurried to pull themselves back together. Fortunately the estate of Dante and Lillian San Mateo had a long driveway which afforded them several moments. Paul slipped Naomi's panties into a pocket. Naomi tugged her hem down. By the time the car pulled to the front awning they looked perfectly composed except for Paul wiping the last of his saliva from the fingers he had just sucked clean of Naomi's essence.

Dante and Lillian awaited them at the doorway and he stepped to the car and opened the door.

"Paul, welcome!" he said. They shook hands, and Dante turned and handed Paul off to Lillian. Next Dante offered his hand to Naomi to gentlemanly offer assistance for her exit from the car. Naomi accepted, being very careful to keep her knees together as she put her feet to the ground. Once she was standing Dante made a courtly bow over her hand and gave her a glance for permission. Naomi nodded and he put a small kiss on the back of her knuckles.

"Doctor Carlyle-Sykes, I am honored to finally make your acquaintance."

"The pleasure is mine, Doctor San Mateo," she replied, "if we are to be working together please call me Naomi."

"Then call me Dante."

Dante kept a courtly hold of her fingers as he turned toward Paul and Lillian. Naomi felt a lingering tingle where he had kissed her hand.

"Naomi, welcome!" greeted Lillian.

"Thank you so much for hosting us like this, Lillian. It is far too much." The two ladies had been on first names since the meeting where Naomi had accepted the job.

The two scientists shared a friendly embrace and quick pecks to the other's cheeks. Naomi noticed that Lillian was wearing the same lovely fragrance she had at their meetings in her offices. It briefly struck her as odd that as wealthy of a woman as she was that Lillian wouldn't have a collection of perfumes tailored for various social functions.

Then again, Naomi herself had recently stopped using fragrances after Paul had complained that anything she added would detract from her natural scent. With how she had become so much more aware of Paul's scent, Naomi had put it down to the Procedure having restored desensitized olfactory nerves.

"Oh tosh, dear," said Lillian, letting slip a touch of the education she had gained long before in pre-communist Hong Kong of her birth and later as an ex-pat in England. "Bringing another genius into the cadre is a cause for celebration. More than the work we expect from you, we hope that you will germinate new ideas in the others so that everyone is more fruitful."

"Speaking of everyone," said Dante, "they are all eagerly awaiting you in the ballroom. I hope you aren't too hungry and we can have a quick meet and greet before dinner." He offered his elbow to Naomi. She looked over to Paul who gave her a subtle "go ahead" nod as Lillian took his arm.

Naomi immediately noticed the strength and definition of Dante's muscles as she took his arm. It spoke well of the Procedure that it worked as well on him as it had on Paul who was more than twenty years Dante's junior. Naomi also noticed the scent Dante wore. She wondered if that was simply the man himself as it was with Paul. If so, Lillian was a lucky woman to have it to lose herself in.

"I think you will be surprised at all of the new faces you are about to meet," said Dante, "despite the number of names you will recognize."

"Really," said Paul from behind them, "the common joke here is that everyone looks younger than their PhDs."

Naomi, having observed the fiftieth anniversary of her MD several years previously, quipped, "Why Paul, were you merely flattering me when you said I was too young to have been a doctor so long?"

"Never mere flattery, dear. What I said was that no one would believe they gave MDs to eight year-olds."

They all laughed at the anecdote as Dante led them through the very currently appointed mansion: spacious with a distinct two level decor of stark whites and chrome above wood furniture and overstuffed lab-cultivated leather upholstery. Between the earth tones below and the blue shifted tint of the indirect lighting above it added to create an impression of being outside under a clear sky.

Soon they came to a large room for entertaining. The far wall was floor to ceiling windows with a magnificent view of the city. In the middle of the room was a dance floor of polished wood. One wall possessed a bar where an anthropoform drone was mixing drinks for a tall wheeled tray that was delivering them to the guests. A pool table and dart board were in use along that side as well. A young-seeming blonde woman made a show of extending for a shot, revealing a great deal of toned leg to the rest of the room. Naomi heard her discussing an acquisition deal with the three other people around the table. To the right were three conversation areas of couches, love seats, and coffee tables. Several couples were gathered among them.

"Albrecht, reduce music volume," Naomi heard Dante whisper for the benefit of his lapel pin comm unit. The conversational level of music faded "Ladies and gentlemen," said Dante, "Please allow me to present the newest member of our merry band, Doctor Naomi Carlyle-Sykes."

Applause and toasts of "welcome" filled the air.

"Many of you are familiar with her work," continued Dante, "and we're always happy to meet a new face." A wave of chuckles washed through the room at the inside joke. "We'll circulate around so we don't overwhelm our new colleague all at once. So please, be patient. You'll all have an opportunity to get to know her."

With that almost everyone returned to their conversations. The bartender sent an offer of a drink through Naomi's comm and she ordered an old fashioned.

Dante led the foursome to the nearest of the conversation sets.

"I think you'd agree, Naomi," said Dante, "that meeting your new direct superior, and may I add only superior between you and Lillian and I, is the best place to start."

Naomi had been looking forward to it for sometime. She had been firm with Lillian that she couldn't take the position without knowing to whom she would be reporting. Lillian told her but not before extracting a promise that Naomi not go looking for pictures of her potential boss.

The surprise of seeing the transformation of the Procedure in someone she had known before was worth the mystery.

"Naomi!" said the woman who rose when she and Dante approached. She had dark brown skin and jet black hair and wore a sari wrapped to showcase an impressively deep cleavage.

"Purnima, it is so good to see you again!"

The two doctors hugged like long separated sisters. Dr. Purnima Kour had been a respected researcher in her native India for decades. Forty years before Naomi had the good fortune to catch her attention and was invited to join a research program and co-author a paper with her that created a major shift in cancer research. That renown had led directly to Naomi securing tenure at the university. The woman who stood before them appeared as if she could have been that mentor's granddaughter.

"You as well, dear. I cannot tell you how much I am looking forward to working with you again. Allow me to introduce you, once again, to my husband, Abhay."

Naomi had only met Abhay once before when he accompanied Purnima to a conference in London. Abhay had been a captain with the police department of New Delhi, and the balding, heavy set man had been polite and humorous about not understanding a word Naomi and Purnima were saying. Now he looked as young as his wife, wrinkles and gray hairs gone, dressed in a suit that implied the Procedure had turned a good deal of fat into muscle.

"Doctor, it is a pleasure to meet you again," acknowledged Abhay as he bowed his head to Naomi and extended a hand to shake. He wrapped his left arm around Purnima and she turned to face him with an adoring look. A brief shake of Naomi's hand and he returned his wife's look with his own. Naomi smiled to think that the Procedure might have had the same effect for her old friend's marriage as it had for hers.

"Allow me to add," said Dante, "that Abhay has joined our cadre as head of security for the company headquarters building where your and Purnima's lab is located."

"And Paul's too, correct?" asked Naomi.

"That's right," said Lilian. "Everyone here works out of the tower. We may be across several floors, but we want to encourage as much face to face interaction as possible, particularly across divisions."

"I look forward to us all spending more time together," said Abhay. "We should have them over for dinner."

"Patience, dear," said Purnima, "let's not overwhelm Naomi's social calendar on her first night."

"Let's do it sooner rather than later," said Naomi. "We have so many years to catch up on."

Dante guided Naomi on to meet the other dozen guests. Many were medical scientists, of whom Naomi knew by reputation at least, but also included lawyers, computer scientists, public relations specialists, and other specialties needed for a modern corporation. All of the women did the cheek kiss greeting and Naomi noticed they all wore lovely perfumes. After each introduction she returned to Dante's arm and unconsciously drew in his cologne. No one commented on how her attention was drawn almost exclusively to him as the evening went on.

After an hour of introductions, drinks, and hors d'oeuvres Lilian directed everyone to the dining room. Dante took the head off the table with Lillian at his left and Naomi, as guest of honor, on his right. At the foot of the table was Samantha Forrest, head of NovaGenera's legal department, Lillian's roommate from their Oxford undergraduate days, and the stunning blonde from the pool table. To her right was her husband Andrew, with whom she had founded a law practice that had grown to hundreds of associates in cities all over the world. Now they had retired from that to start anew yet fabulously wealthy with NovaGenera.

Considering the Foresters and looking along the dining table, Naomi confirmed an observation from earlier.

"Dante, I couldn't help but notice," she said, "that everyone here is married to another employee. Do you make it a point to only hire couples?"

"It is true," he said, "that Lillian and I have a preference for putting married people in positions of trust. To be precise, part of the background check process looks for signs of infidelity which we consider immediately disqualifying."

"May I ask why?"

Dante smiled. He reached out a hand to Lillian. She took it in hers. They spared an affectionate look to one another, then turned back to Naomi.

"Loyalty," he said, "means a great deal to us. So much in society relies on trust yet all too often betrayal happens. If a person can not keep faith with the person they claim to love more than all others in the world, then how far can we expect them to hold true to us mere employers?"

"And you make it a point to hire both?" she asked.

"For the upper levels of the company, yes. It is often merely good sense. As most everyone is delaying marriage until what was once considered late in life, quality people tend to choose quality mates who would be real assets for any company. Our cancer research division, as you know, is relatively new. Between Paul and Purnima your name was naturally top of the list for us."

Purnima was seated two seats down from Lilian with Abhay between them.

"I had been lobbying for you regardless," she said.

"Hey," retorted Paul with a good humored grin, "that's my line!"

"The fact that the two of you have just celebrated your fortieth anniversary," said Lillian, "is truly a testament of the character of each of you."

"Why thank you, Lillian," said Naomi. She looked to Paul to see his adoring eyes already upon her. "Thanks to your Procedure I look forward to yet more decades of love and loyalty with him."

Paul picked up his glass and offered her a toast.

"To love and loyalty."

Naomi lifted her glass to his, then took the barest of sips before pulling his face to hers for a kiss that was perhaps a touch too enthusiastic for a formal dinner party.

"To love and loyalty!" repeated Dante lifting his glass up to the rest of the table.

"To love and loyalty!" repeated the other diners merrily. Similar kisses between spouses occurred around the table. Naomi thought she saw Purnima finish her kiss with Abhay with a nibble on his lip. Naomi gave her a lifted eyebrow and a little smirk at the display. Purnima returned the expression.

"I do really enjoy that little extra gift," she said.

Naomi shot a questioning glance at Lilian and Dante.

Lilian answered the unspoken question.

"It is a gift from us in the Procedure for all of the anniversaries you've had together. We all come to know the scent of our spouses, to have fixed it forever deep in our minds with the love we have for them. Subtle chemicals that become molecular keys to our hearts. The Procedure included a modification to the olfactory centers, heightening your sensitivity to Paul's natural pheromones, and strengthening their connections to the hippocampus to excite those memories and desires add a little excitement in the bedroom."

Naomi felt a brief flare of outrage at the undisclosed change to her genes until Paul lightly set his hand lightly upon hers. She looked back to him and, as always, her heart melted a little upon seeing his eyes.

"You have to admit," he said, "it has been a lot of fun."

There was no denying that he was right. The past few months had been amazing.

The tension broke with a laugh and memories of some of their more outrageous escapades. Lilian explained that they had discovered the effect as a reaction with neurochemical treatments for memory they had had twenty years previously. She described their sexual reawakening as being like teenagers discovering sex yet again.

The dinner was delicious, and the conversation in all directions was stimulating. Dante and Lilian asked about her life and experiences. When Naomi spoke their attention made her feel as if she had been welcome among the elite all along. Their frank eye contact touched something in her, sparking a sense that she had known them far longer than she had. Naomi knew she was going to like working with them.

After dinner the party returned to the ballroom for dancing and more drinks. The lights had been color shifted to create a sunset ambience. Once again Naomi found herself on Dante's arm while Paul escorted Lilian.

"Naomi," said Dante, "I have been given to understand that you and Paul once took tango lessons."

Naomi laughed.

"Everyone over fifty remembers that fad. That was fifty-nine wasn't it, Paul?"

"Sounds right, and I remember how you danced circles around me."

"Then may I have this dance?" asked Dante.

Naomi looked to Paul and he gave her a smile and a nod.

"I'd be delighted," she said, taking Dante's offered hand.

Dante ordered a tango through his comm and took her to the center of the floor.

"I'll warn you," said Naomi, "it has been thirty years."

"You will find," said Dante, pulling her into close grip, his scent rushing in with her breath, "that your body will remember."

The music began and Naomi discovered that he was correct. He led with subtle pressures and muscle memory came rushing back. Her steps were lighter and quicker than even when she and Paul danced thirty years before. Dante led her through an energetic routine. Both worked up a light sweat and heavy breath. His scent grew stronger. She felt another source of heat build deep in her core as her lithe body slid up and down his muscular frame.

The song ended and they stopped clinched tight against one another. She gasped for breath, drawing in more and more of his scent. She looked into his eyes, saw hunger for her there, and realized that she felt the same for him.

"Albrecht, waltz," said Dante. He did not let go of Naomi, only shifted his hand down to its appropriate place. He led her into the dance, and the spinning motion only increased the floating sensation she felt in his presence.

"I told you loyalty is important to us," said Dante. "We wanted to create a cadre, a troop of mutually loyal people, bonded to one another like unto devoted spouses. Can you feel what I am talking about, Naomi?"

Naomi could only dumbly nod her head. She was lost in a warm place defined solely by his eyes and his scent. In that moment she could finally name what she was feeling: she was falling in love with Dante.

"Then you can understand why Lilian and I put a second change to your pheromone sensitivity, a molecule unique to those who have had the Procedure. In time, you will feel love for the rest here and they shall for you."

Naomi struggled to think through the tide of feelings the chemicals were igniting in her brain. She should fight, she should feel rage at being ensnared, but the anger could find no purchase against the love.

"Do you want me to kiss you now?" he whispered. His breath tickled her lips.

She nodded again and leaned in to meet him. A tingling sensation tickled her lips, a thousandfold more intense than when he had kissed her hand. She parted her lips and shivered at the electricity his tongue left along her own tongue, cheeks and gums. The very quiet voice of her rational mind said she was feeling concentrated pheromones in his saliva. Her ascendant hedonist side merely answered, "MORE!"

They kissed until she had run out of breath. Dante looked off to one side. She turned as well and saw Lilian and Paul approaching. Naomi felt a sharp stab of shame that yielded to befuddlement when she realized that they were an in arm and in no evident hurry to reach her and Dante. Lilian was holding a scrap of fabric to her nose and drawing in a deep breath. Naomi was shocked to see they were the panties that Paul had stripped from her in the car.

"Absolutely lovely my dear," said Lilian.

"Paul, I...," stammered Naomi.

Paul merely smiled playfully. He took Naomi's face in his hands and kissed her passionately. All the while Dante still held her close to his body.

"It's okay, baby," he said as he moved behind her. "I am so glad you finally get to experience this."

Lilian held the panties up to Dante to smell. He took them and Lilian dropped down next to him.

Naomi felt Paul's hands on her shoulders pressing down for her to join Lilian. She meekly complied. Her nipples slid against the inside of her dress as it dragged down Dante's front. When she looked down she saw Lilian athletically squatting with her knees lewdly open to where her dress rose above her hips. She had neither panties nor hair to conceal her pussy.

It just felt right that Naomi go to her knees. Lilian took Naomi's chin in hand to turn her to where they were eye to eye. Lilian leaned in and traced her tongue tip along Naomi's lips. The same electric sensation made her gasp, and Lilian took the opening to explore all of the surfaces of Naomi's mouth. The rush of concentrated pheromones made Naomi swoon and only Paul's firm hands on her shoulders kept her upright.

When Naomi could open her eyes again she was immediately lost in Lilian's commanding gaze. The presence she had felt in her recruitment had grown. Naomi was in awe of Lilian.

"Does it feel good, my dear?" asked Lilian.

"Yes, so good," Naomi breathed.

"Soon it will be so much better. Assist me."

Lilian took Naomi's hand and set it on Dante's crotch. She guided Naomi to trace and grip the bulge there. Naomi was immediately captivated and soon needed no guidance to rub the cock under her fingers. Any qualms she might have had vanished instantly with the slow stroking of Paul's fingers on the skin of her shoulders.

Lilian opened Dante's belt and fly. She lowered his pants and briefs. Naomi didn't feel the need to move her hand as the fabric slid from between it and his cock. She was awed by the size and wondered if he had added modifications with the Process. Paul had become larger than she had remembered but she wrote that off to it being like before they had met.

She heard Lilian moan to her side. Nadine looked to find Lilian vigorously rubbing her snatch. Even just playing on the surface made wet sounds. Lilian brought her hand up near Naomi's face, close enough for the smell to invade her senses. Naomi unconsciously leaned towards it. Almost cruelly Lilian pulled it away and wrapped her hand around Dante's cock next to Naomi's. The two women's hands barely managed to cover the whole of it.

"Oh, yes, babe," groaned Dante, "that is perfect."

Lilian pushed Naomi's hand away so that she could coat the whole of the erection with her juice. The combined scents of Dante and Lilian enraptured Naomi further.

After a half dozen strokes Lilian released Dante and he turned more squarely to Naomi. Paul's hand caressed their way from her shoulders, up her neck, to cup her head gently. She felt him move closer behind her, so close she could feel his erection against the back of her head.

Paul's fingertips exerted light pressure against her jaw. His meaning was clear, with Dante's cock inches from her face, Paul wanted her to open her mouth.

The warm, loving haze of the pheromones made it easy to decide. Naomi opened her mouth and allowed Dante to penetrate her face. Her mouth was filled and every surface of hers was bathed in Dante's pre-cum and Lilian's lubrication. The bliss of it made her eyes drop closed.

"You've done well, Paul," said Lilian.

"Thank you, Mistress."

What little Naomi registered of the exchange was washed away when Dante began to thrust.

A new sensation crashed into Naomi's mind when Lilian slid two fingers coated in her own juice into Naomi's cunt. Naomi screamed her orgasm despite the massive dick sliding in and out of her mouth.

"Yes, that's it," said Lilian inches from Naomi's ear. "Come for us dear. It is better than anything you have or ever will have again. When we found the bonding effect of the Procedure, I isolated the molecule and shaped it so that Dante and I would possess the master key to the hearts of everyone who had the Procedure. Doesn't that sound wonderful? You will serve us with all of your mind and body, and we shall make you wealthy and a giant in your field."

Lilian's words cut through the storm of neurochemicals bathing her brain. Serving Dante and Lilian sounded like the most wonderful idea imaginable. Her first service was to open her throat so that she could take Dante to his root. She was grateful for Paul holding her in place so that Dante could properly fuck her face.

Dante was kind to let her breathe every few thrusts but Lilian was cruel in her unceasing attack on Naomi's cunt. As another great wave of orgasm seized Naomi's body Dante pulled out of her mouth.

"YESSS!!" screamed Naomi. If not for Paul and Lilian she would have collapsed completely. Instead she was perfectly positioned for Dante to spray his cum over her face and chest. She licked at the seed that landed on her lips and she tried to bring her hands up to scrape the treasure into her mouth. Instead her hands were lightly restrained.

"Not now, dear," said Lilian gently. Naomi opened her eyes to see Lilian smiling affectionately at her.

Dante and Lilian helped her to her feet. Her dress remained on the floor.

"Ladies and gentlemen," pronounced Dante aloud, "I give you the latest success of the Procedure." Applause and calls of "Welcome" and "Congratulations" came in response.

Naomi finally realized that everything that had just happened happened in the middle of the dance floor in front of all the guests of the party, and that she was completely naked and covered in Dante's cum. The pride in Dante's voice bolstered her, however, and she lifted her chin and squared her shoulders in the face of the acclaim. Looking about the room, she saw that the other guests were in various states of undress themselves.

"Now, let us all celebrate together," said Dante. With that the party descended into a general orgy.

Lilian led Naomi to the couches where Purnima and Abhay awaited them. Purnima was naked, her curvaceous body seated across the lap of a shirtless Abhay. She rose and offered a glass of ice water to Naomi. She took it and drank thirstily, the cold was the first sensation she felt after the heavenly bliss Dante and Lilian had given her.

"My dear, you look absolutely delicious," said Purnima. There was a hunger in her eyes as if Naomi was a tasty snack made better with Dante's glazing.

"Work first, Purnima," said Lilian.

"Of course, Mistress," replied Purnima.

Abhay cleared the couch so that Naomi could sit with Lilian to one side and Purnima the other, both pressed close to her.

"Naomi," said Purnima, "tell me about the most recent paper you had published."

The details of that research jumped quickly to mind, it had taken the better part of a year of Naomi's life after all.

"I had identified a common antibody created by Class I and Class IV lymphomas that interfered with standard nanotech interventions."

"Excellent. No indication of early Procedure impairment," said Purnima.

"What's that?" asked Naomi, her natural curiosity coming back to her with her wits.

"The Procedure caused a degree of vapidness in early test subjects," said Lilian. "We meant it that we want geniuses within the cadre for the benefit of the company."

"And the test subjects?"

"We haven't found a remedy for the condition yet," acknowledged Lilian. "In the meantime they are living their best lives on the corporation's private island with beautiful bodies and all the sex they want. Now, what would you say if I told you to include Perastoline-6 as an immuno-suppressant in an iteration of nanotech cleansers?"

"Absolutely not!" said Naomi. Despite being naked next to an equally naked woman for whom she felt a virtually gravitational attraction toward, her medical instincts responded almost on reflex. "The FDA just released a Red Box warning on P-6 that it causes excessive telomerase production. Any suppressed cancers would be turbo charged into systemic growth."

Lilian smiled and nodded to Purnima. Purnima leaned into Naomi and licked a line of Dante's semen from just under Naomi's ear. Naomi purred at the sensation. She curled her hand up to cup Purnima's generous breast.

"Very good, Naomi," breathed Lilian into her other ear. She rested a hand on Naomi's thigh, and Naomi spread her knees to her as she had for her husband in the car earlier that evening. "We want loyal people, but yes-men are useless. Dante and I have lived long enough to know that we will always have blind spots and will count on everyone of the cadre to keep watch for mistakes."

With that Lilian and Purnima set to cleansing Dante's essence from Naomi's skin with their tongues. It felt wonderful, but Naomi found it too passive so she reciprocated with rubbing the clits of the other women. The three husbands were standing naked watching their wives stimulate one another. Naomi looked at Paul and thought that she would have been ashamed or enraged at him if she had known this would happen at the start of the night. Now, however, she was grateful that he had delivered her to her new service.

Once the cleaning was complete the women shared sloppy tongue kisses and turned to the men, legs splayed in invitation. The husbands had come to a plan among themselves. Paul stepped up to Lilian, Abhay to Naomi, and Dante to Purnima.

"Make her envious that you come home with me, shere," said Purnima to her husband. He blew a kiss to her as he slid into Naomi.

"Oh! So good!" cried Naomi. It was the first cock to be in her since she promised herself solely to Paul, yet he was no more concerned than she was as she watched him fuck Lilian. Dante put it hard to Purnima and she was soon screaming, "Thank you, Master! More! Please!"

The fucking went on for many minutes until each man nutted. All three women came multiple times, yet once released by the men they quickly fell into a triangle to suck their husbands' cum out of one another's cunts. Naomi discovered that Naomi's essence was even more intoxicating when drunk from its source.

The women of the cadre were virtually insatiable to where the men needed some pharmaceutical assistance to keep up. Ultimately Naomi had fucked and or sucked every husband and had eaten or been eaten by every wife of the cadre.

Her night finally ended in Paul's arms next to Dante and Lilian in their bed. She looked into his eyes between tender kisses and knew that she loved him more than she ever had before.

Almost as much as she loved their new Master and Mistress.