Interrupt Her

You almost sprinted to the lab, but you still only had on a pair of slippers from the night you were whisked away. Once at the door you took a moment to straighten your clothes, adjust the erection in your shorts, then pressed the digital panel. It beeped and turned red and the door did not open. You tried again, and once again were denied access.

“Uh… doctor McGee?” you called out, worried now that all the snooping you did had triggered some sort of lockout protocol on you. There was a minor clatter heard from the other side of the door.

“One second!” the doctor replied, her voice shaky. You heard her clear her throat. “Just a moment!”

Relief came when you realised the doctor had just locked the lab for some privacy. And after about fifteen seconds the panel lit up green and the door opened. You let yourself in and saw the doctor standing there awkwardly, arms crossed as she perused some of the screens and the various graphs and charts on display. You noticed how pink her face was and the light frazzling of her hair, and could see her skirt was a crooked with how hurriedly she had pulled them down.

When you approached her you sensed an air of frustration around the doctor and she gave you a look. “Did you need something?” she asked, sounding impatient, tapping her bare feet on the cold floor. You noticed that your flask of cold semen was still sitting on the conspicuously half-cleared workbench.

“What happened to your shoes?” you asked her instead, turning things around on the poor flustered woman and she stared at you with her bigs eyes. She recovered quickly and flicked her them back to the screens.

“Feet were sore, that’s all,” she said. “What did you want?” Her tone was haughty but you ignored it and stood next her to look at the screen, a little closer than was warranted but she didn’t shy away.

“Oh that’s right. I was just wondering if we could compare notes,” you said. “I’ve dealt with a lot of cum addiction cases, all non-metahumans of course, but I think that gives me a fresh perspective for the caes you worked on which were exclusively metahumans. We can revisit some of your studies and some of my more interesting ones and maybe find some new angles on the treatment and cure.” Now while all of this was true, as you really did want to work with McGee on this research as a dream job scenario, you were having more fun seeing her squirm uncomfortably in the periphery of your vision.

“That… that would be extremely helpful,” she admitted, tone cooling, and she sighed. “But not right now. I was… in the middle of something.” You smiled out of the corner of your mouth.

“Oh. Can I help you with that then?” you offered, and she gave you a curious side eye and pursed her lips. You kept composure, remaining the professional and didn’t give away your cards as far as you could tell.

“It’s not… I mean… I... “ she started, stammering for an excuse, her mind clouded by an itch in her body she very much needed to scatch but couldn’t admit to you. “That’s great of you to offer, really, but you should just rest, especially after your injury.”

You shook your head, no way you were letting her off that easy.

“I’m okay now,” you replied. “And to be honest, I know you’ve probably been stuck on this station a lot longer than me but it gets a bit lonely in this big empty place.” She watched you carefully but seemed to be buying it. “If you don’t mind I can rest and recover just as well in the lab. I’ll just review some of my notes in the meantime, while you do your thing.”

She sighed again, knowing there wasn’t a way to dissuade you from your simple request, but she had at least one last trump card.

“Okay fine,” she acquiesced finally. “You better have big hot load ready for Diana’s treatment when she gets back.” That line you weren’t really prepared for and you were left a little speechless. “I’m going to the bathroom first. I’ll be back in a bit.” And then, without even giving your flask of cum a second glance, she left the lab. Damn. She’d got you there. And you were sure that the Justice League Watchtower probably didn’t have toilet cams, so you had to settle for the knowledge that Doctor McGee had gone to masturbate in the bathroom. Hopefully she wouldn’t make a habit of that.