An intimate 'interview' with his new employee

"I didn't think I'd need to owe you anything for this, but what is it you want?" you asked, your icy eyes staring into Dr. Brooks' own. The intensity caused the doctor to hesitate for a moment, but primal urges coupled with the power of his position were too powerful to resist.

"Well, I need to know everything I can about the doctor before me. I want full transparency, nothing hidden. I want to know what's in that head. But right now, I want to know what's under your clothes. In fact, I think I'd like to give you a full physical workup." Dr. Brooks smiled, with a look in his eyes that said 'checkmate'.

Your lips curled a little. Was that all? You could run laps around this guy's old bones, and not even break a sweat. But, you also knew your value. As you recall, you have double the doctorates of Dr. Brooks. And, not to forget, your undergraduate degree in bioinformatics that could have put you in a better position than lab technician if you pushed for it. But that was beside the point. You decided to negotiate, as you slid your labcoat off your shoulders and onto a couch, leaving you in your green knee-length dress that contoured so nicely against you.

"Now, let's talk about fairness here. I can show you whatever you like, you can use a microscope if you want. I'd say you could count every blemish on my skin if I had any. It's going to happen anyway, I know it, since Project Inside Out will need an appendix after this, and there's a lot of data to gather on me, I'm sure. And since I can't exactly assign myself as the scientist to head that research up..."

Your green dress shimmers, growing slightly more revealing, since you had a connection to the slime that simulated the fabric. The skirt grew a bit shorter, more cleavage became visible when fabric pulled to the sides, little cutouts of fabric appeared along your waist. You were undressing, piece by piece, without moving a hand. And such tricks had the full attention of Dr. Brooks.

You strolled a little as you talk, as there was plenty of space to work with in this wide open office with a fantastic view of the city below. "I'll even allow some touching, hands only. For everything I asked, I think that's plenty fair. I won't stop you if you touched yourself, but if you want to get inside me, then I'll need something more."

Your dress retracted more of its fabric. Now it looked more like a one-piece bathing suit, showing skin all the way up your hips, with a large cutout at your stomach, with so much of your chest on display, as tiny stringy straps hold the fabric up on your shoulders. You spun around, so your back was on display. From that angle, there was barely any fabric at all, merely a thong and some crisscross strings along your shoulder blades to hold everything together, while your snowy white hair tumbled down your shoulders obscuring part of your back.

Dr. Brooks grunted, shifting again in his seat the further you undressed, but trying to keep his poker face intact. "I guess mixing three people together, however you did it, makes you incredibly cunning, hmm? Or, at least, makes you think you are clever. Alright, I'll play along, what is it you want that you'd let me go all the way with the lovely Juno?"

"I get a tour of floors 8 and 9."

Reginald sat upright, like a rush of adrenaline just passed into him. "Now see here! You're a level below that clearance, and I can't just--"

"I guess you'll have to promote me further. How does 'assistant director' sound?"

Reginald hissed through clenched teeth. "I don't think you understand the strings that need to be pulled to make this happen. We're talking about military background checks here before you can even step off the elevator! Everything has to be airtight, and we're talking about clearance from government aerospace industries..."

You strolled closer to Dr. Brooks, pulling out his chair a little--Chloe's augmentation in your body gave you enough strength to make moving Reggie in his chair easy--so you could take a seat. "I'm not worried about strings." As you said that, your one-piece swimwear shrank to a strapless bra and thong, all of which was barely present, as the rest of your body was right under Dr. Brooks' nose, his hands almost ready to come into contact with your skin. "The files created for Dr. Hildebrand and Dr. Walker could have passed government background checks, so it's just that little extra clearance. Two thirds of me have literally lived at this lab for two decades, and the third was the one that suggested this integration I'm now in to give you something new to study. I think it's fair I know everything around here."

Dr. Brooks sighed, loudly and dramatically. But, you were aware of the tent in his slacks all too clearly. You wriggled your hips, and he grunted a little, as you stoked the fire while he tried to weigh the benefits of what you were asking versus what he was going to receive.