A rival scientist.

The last thing Eliot could’ve wanted was for another researcher from his Alma mater nearby while he conducted this experiment—because, he wasn’t kidding himself, they’d probably see his dick—but the person who climbed out of that car made his throat dry up like the Mojave desert. Of all his former classmates, why did it have to be her?

The esteemed Dr.Winona Thunderfoot stepped out of her vehicle, and over to Eliot; smoothing the hem of her pencil skirt as she walked.

Winona was always a serious and severe type of woman, keeping a straight face unless something major made her emote, but after reviewing a couple of Eliot’s ahem, ‘compromising’ tapes, just seeing the man was enough make a crack in her composure.

As Winona looked him up and down without a gleam in her eye, the hunky doctor shied his pelvis away from her subtle ogles, and said, “How professional. Do you mind if I ask what you’re doing here, Winnie?”

“The university just wanted me to verify anything you might uncover.” The woman answered succinctly, “They don’t exactly have high expectations, but I know something I’d like to see uncovered.”

“Well this will be the day I redeem myself!” Eliot said, trying to keep his blush under control after her innuendo, “Just you watch.”

“Oh, I’ll be watching~” Dr.Thunderfoot said with a final one-over on his body; pivoting on her heel, she walked across the way to where an awful lot of other women were awaiting the scientist/unwitting stripper to give them a show. Rosalind was giving the poor guy a preemptive thumbs-up for luck.

Swallowing the lump in his throat as licentiously smiling camerawomen gathered closer to him, Eliot threw the lever on the pump, and the motor started up. It whirred away at the theorized pitch, and the disgraced researcher breathed a sigh of relief as the water tank behind him slowly filled up.

Am I seriously going to catch Webby this time? Everything would be so amazing for me if these girls saw the fishwoman instead of my dick!