Heather is tested

Kyoto had a marvelous idea. There was one invention she hadn't had the chance to try out. It was a hand held truth detector gun. It read body heat, and movements to determine if the subject was telling the truth, or not. She had made this prototype months ago for local police department to use out in the field. But the mayor had to cut funding for the project due to a few of the wacky progressives on the city council who thought the money would be better spent on planting flowers throughout troubled neighborhoods. They thought bright, beautiful colors would deter crime better than a new crime fighting gadget. Councilwoman Esmerelda Hooks tried to sum it up for her side when she said "Who doesn't want to stop and smell the flowers along the way? If we can get people to stop and smell the flowers, the chances are it will reduce crime in the city." her line of reasoning somehow managed to gain enough votes, and the mayor's funding for new law enforcement gadgets was sadly cut to fund brand new chrysanthemums, daisies, poppies, roses, posies, and petunias. However, no one had a thought for what might happen while these flowers weren't in bloom, or that hardened criminals liked flowers just the same as everyone else, and might just end up stealing them. And that is exactly what happened as flower thefts tripled, and councilwoman Hooks was given the hook in the next election cycle.

All politics aside, Professor Kyoto continued her research and development on the truth detecting gadget even after her funding was cut. The device she had used on Melissa oh so long ago was originally going to be a prototype criminal rehabilitation chair. When funding was cut, she changed its programming in hopes of maybe turning the chair into what she would call an orgasmatron. But then things got a little out of hand as her curiosity for things sexual began to take her into the dark world of BDSM. Perhaps she could turn it into a device that would give pain as well as pleasure? She could make a mint selling her chair to sex clubs, slavers, and BDSM clubs and dungeons. Who wouldn't like an easier way to train slaves? She only hoped the RONCO Corporation would like her idea. She could even picture it in her mind: The RONCO ****-A-Matic.

But I digress, and Heather is still waiting outside the door, rather impatiently, for Professor Kyoto to answer her.

"Just a minute!" Kyoto yelled as she shooed Melissa and Lindsay into the closet, making sure the door was shut this time. She walked quickly across the room and opened the door. There before her stood the smiling figure of the beautiful Heather. "Please do come in Heather" she gestured.

Heather entered the classroom as Kyoto quietly closed and locked the door behind her. Heather put her books down on a lab counter, and turned to face Kyoto. "The reason why I wanted to see you is about my friend and roommate, Melissa? I was wondering if there was anything I could do to help her bring her grades up. I would offer to be her tutor, if nothing else."

Kyoto smiled. "Well, let me ask you this. What are you willing to do to help her?"

Without any hesitation Heather said the magic word Kyoto was hoping to hear. "Anything."

"Well, you can help me out with my research" Kyoto held up the gun. "I have been working on this prototype for some time now. It's a portable truth detector of sorts. I haven't tried it yet, so I need a volunteer to help me test it. Would you be willing to help me test it? Right now? I'll give Melissa the extra credit for it."

Heather smiled. Helping Melissa was going to be easier than she thought, and Melissa never had to know about it. "Sure!" she beamed. "Where do you want me?"

Kyoto dragged out her comfy office chair from behind her desk. "Just sit right here. I want you as comfortable and relaxed as possible." Heather took a seat, and waited expectantly. "Now the first thing i want you to do is lie to me. We need a control question to make sure it's working properly. Tell me a color your eyes aren't when I ask you. Ready?" Heather nodded. "What color are your eyes?"

Without hesitation Heather said "Red." The The gun beeped.

"Good!" Kyoto smiled. "Now for our next round of questions, every time you tell me a lie, you have to take off an article of clothing. Are you all right with that?"

Heather thought about it. This was all in the name of research, and it was helping her best friend. Besides, she had nothing to hide, or so she thought. "Sure, I've got nothing to hide."

Kyoto smiled again. This was easier than she thought it would be. "All right, let's begin." She decided to ask Heather an obvious question first to make sure she was relaxed, and to keep her off guard. "Do you like swimming?"

"I'm on the swim team, so I'd have to say yes" Heather replied.

"Do you like sex?" Kyoto decided to turn the questioning a little more personal now.

"Yes" answered Heather, a little flushed that she would be asked that question.

"Have you had sex with boys?"

"Yes." The detector was still steady.

"Do you like having sex with boys?"

"Yes." The detector beeped! Heather jumped at the sound. That blasted thing did work!

"Looks like you don't like sex with boys. Take off your jacket please." Heather stood up and removed her jacket, then sat back down in the chair.

"All right, next question" Kyoto paused. "Have you ever fantasized about having sex with girls?"

"No." The blasted thing beeped again!

"Take off your shoes and socks, please." Heather slipped off her shoes and tugged off her socks. "Next question. Do you find me attractive?"

Heather was starting to feel a little uneasy now. "Well, yes I do. You're a very attractive woman." The gun made no noise.

Kyoto fired off her next question without waiting. "Would you like to go to bed with me?"

"NO!" The blasted gun beeped again, causing Heather to jump out of the chair once more.

"Take off your blouse, please" said Kyoto. She watched as Heather slowly untucked her blouse from the waistband of her skirt, and unbuttoned it. She had such an elegant way of taking off the blouse that Kyoto found herself mesmerized by the act itself. It was almost as if Heather enjoyed taking off her clothes in front of others. She folded the blouse neatly and put it on top of her jacket.

"I'll tell you a little secret, Heather. I'd like to go to bed with you, too." Kyoto smiled at her. "Next question: Are you, or have you ever been a stripper?"

"NO!" yelled Heather, hoping she could beat the gun this time, but the damn thing beeped again. "All right, I'm a stripper! I work every Wednesday and Sunday night at a little club in the hood. It's a Lesbian club called The Pink Turtle. Happy now? I didn't want anyone to know. It's the only way I can make ends meet. My family's been having troubles." The gun was silent.

Kyoto said nothing, except "Take off your skirt, please."

Heather stood up, unbuckled her belt, undid the catch on the side of her skirt, and slowly unzipped it, allowing it to fall down her sexy, slender legs. She stood there clad only in a white lace bra and white lace boy panties. She looked absolutely beautiful.

The Professor went on with the next question. "Would you like to see me naked?"

"Yes" Heather answered. The gun was steady.

"Would you like to see Melissa naked?"

"Yes."

"Would you like to see Lindsay naked?"

"Yes."

"Would you like to take off your underwear for me?"

"Yes."

"Would you like to take my clothes off?"

"Yes."

Kyoto put the gun down on the counter. "Take off your underwear. Then get over here and take off my clothes. Melissa, Lindsay, you can come out now."