Dr.Winona is called over, but in the meantime…

“Uh-huh, Yup, that’s right.” Rosalind spoke into her cellphone, trying not to grin while also trying to catch another peep of her boss’s naked body, “Yes, right on his penis Dr.Thunderfoot. He thinks you should see it right away. I get what you’re thinking, but are you actually gonna pass up a chance like this? Mm-hm, we’ll be waiting by his lab. See you soon~!”

“Well… it sounds like my ordeal isn’t over just yet.” Eliot said, his face beet-red, and his hands clamped tighter than vises over the wiener Rosalind wanted to ogle so badly. If his calculations were correct, he’d have spent over five hours today naked in public, and been humiliated more times than he could quantify. “So, Dr.Winona is going to see me like this again today… dear God, I guess all we can do in the meantime is wait.”

Slipping the cellphone back into her bag, and adjusting her glasses to better see the distraught look on her boss’s scarlet face, Rosalind made a suggestion. “I don’t know about just hanging around. I was thinking that maybe, while we’re waiting for her, we could, you know…”

“Fuck?”

“Perish the thought Rosalind!” Eliot practically shrieked, “Is-isn’t this a professional relationship?”

Stroking her soft hand over his hard, veiny… forearm, the simpering co-ed asked, “Please, Dr.Sexy, have I ever been professional?”

“Well, um, no.” He stammered as Ros compelled him closer to their pickup, her second hand suddenly on his wrist.

“So you’re saying there’s no conflict if I do this~“ the brunette teased as she moved both arms away from Dr.Browning’s crotch. He flushed a brilliant shade of burgundy as his cock came back into view, but remained with his hands at his sides while Rosalind backed him into the truck. He was too shocked to do anything else.

Eliot, already a blushing mess, fell backwards into the truck bed, and felt only more blood rush into his face as his penis was encircled by his assistant’s hand. He couldn’t believe how brash she was, nor how crass, or how perverted, or even how good the light looked reflected in her hair.

“I think I tell you this everyday, but you’ve got a nice dick. I could just stare at your naked bod forever… but now, I want more~“

The good, embarrassed doctor swallowed hard. Was he seriously about to fuck—or rather, get fucked by—his research assistant?