A bit of fun, then right to business

You turn back to Hateya to argue your case further, but any further protest on your part is cut off quickly into an awkward yelp as Amy jabs at your sides, and then continues by tickling at the sensitive skin, causing you to stiltedly try and jerk forward out of her grip, her plodding along behind you prodding along your torso. All the while Hateya sits in genuine, solemn observation.

“Amy, knock it off! What’s your problem?” You say, turning as you step to try and block her hands. Amy just smiles and puts one finger up to her lips before continuing.

“Bear in mind that the independent variable has been asked to keep from vocalizing during this stage of the experiment,” Hateya says, “Bear in mind as well that you’ve been asked to cooperate with her.”

“But this is- all she’s doing right now is messing with me!”

“… you don’t find this arousing, then.”

“Of course not!” You say, and Hateya sighs, her pencil pausing for once on her notepad.

“Your feedback is appreciated,” the scientist says.

“…What?”

“Amy?” Hateya continues, and Amy stops for a moment, looking over to her. “It would be appreciated if you could take this endeavor more seriously.” Amy gives an apologetic shrug and a sheepish bow. “Please; begin, in earnest, to attempt to arouse the dependent variable.” Amy’s half-hearted sheepishness disappears as quick as it came, and she gives Hateya an enthusiastic thumbs up before turning back to you.

“…Wait!” you say, “that’s not what I meant! Hateya—“ once again your protests are cut off as Amy gives you a slow but firm shove to your stomach, pushing you back into a chair you’d walked in front of trying to escape Amy earlier. Still silent, Amy’s grin hasn’t faltered, and the mischievous sparkle in her eyes is only brighter as her eyes turn distinctly downward. With one hand on her chest, her other hand comes down on your thigh, instinctively causing you to flinch and try to close them together.

“A-Amy, you’re not seriously gonna…” you trail off as her hand moves up from your chest to the side of your head, your eyes moving up as well to look her in the face; Amy gives you a wink before abruptly leaning forward and pulling your head into her chest. Her tank top was showing off a decent amount of cleavage already, and now your vision is pretty much entirely taken up by the smooth brown mounds, nose pushing down on what felt like the front hook of her bra. With a muffled start, you also feel her other hand begin to work in earnest, fingers pressing into your crotch and around the increasingly apparent outline of your cock.

“An improvement,” Hateya notes, idly, “though his mouth needs to be free to answer relevant questions.” Amy pauses for a moment, considering Hateya’s words, before pulling away but just as rapidly turning around and sitting herself between your open legs. You put your hands on her shoulders but can’t really bring yourself to push her off, even as she starts to move.

“Have you been aroused?” Hateya asks, and not even her clinical tone can make that answer a ‘no’. Your hard dick is nestled in the space between Amy’s ass cheeks, denim separating them on either side, but for the way she’s grinding up and down, back and forth, up and down, it feels like it may as well not be there. Amy is already responding in the affirmative: vigorously nodding her head, but you figure this won’t be done until you embarrass yourself by answering out loud.

“Yeah I, uh, yes,” you stammer out. Hateya makes a small noise of acknowledgement while continuing to write, a few long silent seconds of Amy continuing to press herself back into you, before she spoke up again.

“Which of the independent variable’s actions would you say achieved the greatest effect?”

“T-this, I guess,” you respond. More notes. “Listen I know what I just said, but are we done now?”

“Almost. Do you believe the same effect would occur if the independent variable was changed?”

“…What?”

Hateya sighs. “If someone else was doing this right now, would your current level of arousal remain the same?” You blush, and for a second it feels like Amy’s rhythm falters, as if she was also waiting for an answer.

“I mean… it would probably still work on me, but I couldn’t tell you if it’d be the same ‘level’ or whatever off the top of my head.”

“I see,” Hateya mutters, before putting her pencil down. “Amy, you may cease.” Part of you— at least one specific part of you— is sad to see Amy get up and off of you. As she turns around, you see she’s still smiling, but her face isn’t entirely free of the blush you’re sure is out in full **** on your own. She’s giggling a bit as she looks down at you, and you even catch Hateya’s eye staying out for a moment after she glances at you; you quickly move your hands and close your legs to cover the tent between them that Amy left you with. For her part, Hateya quickly gathers her things and stands.

“In the effort of ‘taking it slow’ as you have phrased it, we will conclude the experiment for today.” She holds up the keys to the room and gestures with her other hand for the two of you to exit first. “We will meet back here at the same time tomorrow.”

“…Both of us?” you ask, walking forward with an awkward hunch to try and conceal the experiments results until it calmed down on its own.

“For the sake of the experiment, Sam you will find out tomorrow,” is Hateya’s simple response. Once all three of you are out of the room, Hateya simply walks off without a look back. Amy follows slowly behind her, though she turns back only a few steps away.

“Catch you later, dude,” she says, her eyes traveling up and down your body once more, before giving you another wink and turning away to walk faster.

“Right…” you mutter, making your own way outside and home, with a lot to think about before going to bed tonight.