Evidence vs. a proposition for sex.

“It wasn’t you, Rosalind?” The sexy doctor asked, coming from down from an obvious high of gratitude, “I thought I had a hero for a second there…”

Seeing her so-called boss’s eyes light up at the notion of himself being rescued, the pervy college girl piped up to derail their conversation properly. “Oh. I’ve changed my answer Dr.Browning, it actually was me who opened the hatch.”

“Really? Then why did you say otherwi—“

“—And I think you should dick me down as a reward for my bravery. Just bend me over a stump and do all the work, get up in there with your tongue too, you know?”

“Oh, obviously…” the towel-clad stud said as he rolled his eyes, “Well, now that I‘m certain it wasn’t you who got me out of that damned tank, I need to conduct a proper investigation. Come along Ros, and undo these blasted briefs while you’re at it.”

“Why? I don’t like it when you’re short with me, and it’s not like I’m obligated to help.”

“Ugh, Fine then. I’ll give you a nice reward if you untie me.”

“Well, Okay, I guess. But don’t color me excited…” the disaffected co-ed groaned, rolling her own brown eyes as she sliced Eliot’s briefs apart with a pocket knife.

“Was that honestly so difficult, Rosalind? Now here’s your consolation.”

The first thing the studly scientist did with his free hands was whip the towel off his waist, and wrap it around his shoulders; thereby giving his assistant the best possible view of his pert, well-rounded butt.

“Ass…” Rosalind breathlessly spoke as she followed his bared backside to the water, suddenly following her hunky boss without the slightest hint of hesitance.

“Did you need to destroy the briefs? Was that necessary?” The scarlet-faced scientist asked when he realized he was stark naked yet again in the lake.

The dirty young woman gazed down over Eliot’s broad shoulders down to his exposed cock, and decided, “Yep. Absolutely necessary.” with a quiet wolf-whistle of appreciation. “I think covering up a dick that nice should, like, actually be a crime. Haha! Let me touch it!”

“Hey! Don’t look there! Your prize was supposed to be my ass!” Eliot yelped as he clamped both hands down over his manhood to hide it from the bespectacled brunette’s lustful gaze. He soon left her behind anyway, and ducked into the section of lake where the tubes and cables for the pump had been set up.

Inspecting the underwater machinery whilst his assistant thoroughly inspected his bare ass from the (very) nearby shore, Dr.Browning found exactly what he’d been looking for: A couple of very important cables slashed clean through as if by claws or teeth. Even a cursory investigation told Dr.Eliot that only one culprit was feasible: Webby, the monster of lake Wannaseesomedick.

He crouched a little deeper, not noticing a shadow under the surface, and mentally prepared a hypothesis to share. This could be his big break at last! No more camera crews laughing at his misfortune, nor horny women harassing him on the innumerable occasions they see him humiliatingly naked. But…