Day 2

As usual I find myself arriving at the lab before Sylvester does. I make myself a cup of coffee and start reviewing my notes and last nights' test results. The numbers don't lie. The machine should have worked. And yet, it didn't. At least I know it didn't. Sylvester is probably going to see them as another proof that he managed to fuck with my mind in his own perverse way.

"Good morning." He greets me when he eventually comes in, seemingly happy and relaxed as always. I can immediately tell he is once again studying my reactions.

"Good morning, Sylvester." I reply without looking up. I shift awkwardly in my seat, already feeling uncomfortable in my lab coat. I would certainly feel better topless but I don't want to give him the satisfaction. I know he would once again claim I'm under his control.

He stares at me for a moment, probably feeling defeated. I imagine he spent the night having wet dreams about finding me topless in the lab, this morning, kneeling in from of him like a good obedient sex ****.

After a moment he walks behind me and, without a word, wraps his arms around me, grabbing my breasts. I moan as he squeezes them. "Mmhmm." Maybe I should reconsider letting them free? No! No matter how good it feels when he plays with them, or how uncomfortable I am right now, I don't want to give him the satisfaction.

"Shall we get to it?" He finally asks with a smile, letting go of me and approaching the desk where the machine sits silently.

"Again?" I question back nervously. "Don't you think we should readjust frequencies this time?" I still stand up and walk towards the projector. I love testing the machine and see no reason not to indulge him, even if it is useless. Worst case scenario he will come to his sense eventually when his new suggestions fail to yield any result.

"Put yourself in my shoes." He says as I position myself in front of the device. "I believe the machine did work on you but as you pointed out yourself we can't settle with anecdotal evidence. We need to repeat the experiment as is to collect enough data for us to reach a definite conclusion."

"Fair enough." I say with resignation as I watch him dial the frequency up. The familiar humming starts and I quickly turn around, facing away from Sylvester so I don't catch his gaze as he studies me. I can already feel a headache coming over me... It seems that's all this machine is good for. At least now I'm feeling better, distracted from the discomfort of my bra by the rather enjoyable feeling of being his guinea pig.

"Jenny. No matter the suggestions I give you, you will let me proceed." He warns me as he keeps adjusting dials and switches. My heart is racing in my chest. There is something about him being behind me like this, trying to peer into my soul, that sends shivers down my spine. It's a good thing our prototype doesn't work. I trust him but it seems he's about to become more aggressive with his tests.

"Am I to understand you're about to make me act in ways I really wouldn't approve of?" I ask, giggling, as he reaches out for the last dial on the side panel and turns it at its maximum. The poor man is going to be so disappointed.

"This is the only way to be sure." He answers curtly.

"Well I can't wait to hear your next suggestions." I reply sarcastically before turning back towards him and waiting patiently for his next suggestion.

He seems to ponder for a moment then suddenly says: "I shouldn't be sexually frustrated."

I burst out laughing. The poor guy seems to constantly be in a state of sexual frustration.

"You should give me a blowjob whenever I ask." He concludes. "To provide me with relief."

"Jeez!" I snap as I stare at him incredulously. His expression is dead serious, eyes wide open as he stares at me expectantly, as if waiting for me to answer with an enthusiastic 'yes, sir'. "Does all your suggestions have to be about sex?"

"Is it something you would normally do?"

"Obviously not!" I snort and roll my eyes while struggling against my embarrassment and discomfort from my bra and my lab coat. This man never fails to get under my skin! He's got a point, however. Sexual gratification is probably the safest and less likely thing he could try to get from me.

"You love sucking my dick." He insists with a wicked grin. "And swallowing my cum."

"Ok! That's enough!" I say through gritted teeth. "You're not just testing me. You're trying to use me for your own perverted pleasure!"

"Do you wanna stop?" He asks casually, his hand hovering over the controls.

I groan but shake my head. "You can proceed..." I whisper in resignation as I rub my temples. There is no point protesting. It's not like I'm going to fall for his suggestions anyway. And truth be told, I'd be happy to remain in front of the projector for a little longer. I feel so good here, despite the headache.

"You think you should always work naked." He adds.

I don't even bother replying as it seems useless at this point. Sylvester really is obsessed with sex. There is no doubt about it. I wonder how much more efficient he would be at his job if he didn't spend so much time trying to come up with ways to get his way with me.

"I think it should be enough for today." He announces as he finally turns the prototype off and moves away from the console. I am a bit disappointed but also relieved that he will leave me alone for now...

I spend the next fifteen minutes crunching numbers on what I believe to be the solution to fixing our machine. My head is now pounding hard and I decide to let go and get my breasts out to at least feel less constrained. As they bounce free and my nipples harden in the cold air of the lab, I breath deeply, enjoying the feeling, before turning around. I catch Sylvester glancing at me with his usual look of hungry lust. What a waste of brain power, I think to myself. Such a brilliant man **** to his primal impulses.

As if reading my mind, he clears his throat and asks: "How about giving me a blowjob?"

I snort as I roll my eyes once again. "You wish." But I find myself considering it seriously. Well, obviously I wont do it, but maybe there would be some merit in letting him empty his balls in my mouth so he could be more efficient at his job. He's proven to be extremely distracted lately and we can't afford to lose days of work because he's convinced he can use the machine to get me to please him sexually. Giving him what he wants would be the quickest way to clear his head.

I lick my lips as I picture myself wrapping them around his dick. I've never really been into blowjobs but I don't find the idea too disgusting or degrading... I mean, it is after all just one small part of a larger act which will give both of us relief.

"What's on your mind?" He asks me, noticing a change in my expression.

I groan and stand up, my tits swaying heavily from side to side as I walk towards him. "Let me be clear." I say. "I'll take care of your perverted needs. But don't get any idea. This has nothing to do with the machine or your suggestions."

"Is that so?" He mocks with a raised eyebrow as I kneel in front of him. I can see he's enjoying himself already. "You have to admit that, from my point of you, it looks like you are once again under the influence of the control waves."

I do have to admit that this is how it looks. "Let's examine it this way." I offer as I unbuckle his belt. "Is it true that you spend a lot of time fantasizing about me?"

"It is." He admits as I pull his pants down and reveal his already rock hard cock.

"Good." I say as he gasps when I grab it with my right hand and start stroking it. God! I can't wait to get it in my mouth! "And would you say you would be more productive if you spent less time doing so?"

"I... I would."

"And would me pleasing you sexually reduce the amount of time you spend thinking about getting sexual gratification from me?"

"I... Oh! It would!"

I smile and look him straight in the eyes as I move my mouth closer to his tip. "And I want us both to be as productive as possible so we can finish our work. So isn't what I am doing the natural, logical, solution to this specific problem?"

"I guess..." He finally admits. I grin, victorious, and finally indulge myself by sucking on his cock, slurping loudly while moaning around it. I love it so much! I guess this isn't as bad as it could be. We're both getting what we want! He grabs one of my hanging tits as I bob my head up and down along his shaft, squeezing it hard to my own delight. As I keep up the blowjob, however, he quickly gets harder and starts groaning louder with every passing second until he comes with a loud grunt into my mouth. Surprisingly, his cum tastes fantastic and I swallow it all greedily, then lick his shaft clean. I turn back to him with a smirk.

"Feeling better?"

"Much better, Jenny! Thank you!" He whispers and smiles at me.

"I trust you will now be able to work without further distraction."

"Absolutely!" He confirms before leaning forward and burrying his face between my large tits. I roll my eyes but let him do so. I don't mind and even enjoy it but I'm just hoping we wont lose any more time today.

Finally he lets go of me and seems happy to return to his work. I go back to my desk and sigh, satisfied but still feeling uncomfortable for some reason. I don't like feeling the sides of my lab coat brushing against my breasts and I'm pondering taking all my clothes off. Sure, it would again make Sylvester think his suggestions are having an effect on me, which is absurd, but at least I would feel better and it could serve another purpose. If I am to make sure he isn't sexually frustrated, which he should never be so we can work properly, being naked would focus his attention towards me whenever he is, encouraging him to ask for relief sooner than if I wasn't. This makes perfect sense, I realize with a smile as I start taking my coat off.