Megan, a scientist - Hypnotized by her rival

I walk up the final flight of stairs, turning the corner before walking down the long hallway to my lab. It's been a long week, and the last thing I wanted to do was come in to lab, especially on a Saturday. But I've got some cells I need to feed, and Jack told me he had something to show me.

God, Jack pissed me off. Your stereotypical Chad, everybody in the lab loved him, including my boss. Tall and handsome, when he talked the whole lab would stop and listen. So witty, so charming... I saw through it all. It didn't help that our work was in the same field, meaning we constantly had to interact. We also had to fight for funding a lot of the time, but he would get the money almost always. I could tell by the way he looked at me, by the way he talked to me, that I was nothing more to him than eye candy. And that pissed me off.

I push open the door to the lab, proceeding through a smaller room where we keep our things. As a stickler for lab safety, I always wear long pants and closed-toed shoes. Today I've got on a green turtleneck sweater and a pair of black leggings, and I collect my long, wavy red hair and put it in a bun. That was another thing about Jack that pissed me off. He would always identify me by my red hair. Never my name, or anything else. I grab a lab coat and a pair of lab safety goggles, putting them on before heading into the lab.

The first thing I see is Jack sitting at his station, hunched over something. He hears me come in, sitting back and spinning to look in my direction. A sly smile appears on his face, and he waves at me. I wave back, a little annoyed by his appearance. Forgoing all lab safety, he's wearing khaki shorts and an unbuttoned Hawaiian shirt, showing off his six-pack abs. Flipflops adorn his feet, and he's got his lab coat but it's just lazily flung over his shoulders, like it doesn't even matter. God, he pisses me off so much!! But even I have to admit how attractive he is. Which is probably part of the reason he bothers my boyfriend so much.

I head over to the cell room, ready to complete my daily tasks. Before I can head in though, I hear Jack call for me. "Hey Red, come check this out!" I grimace a little. I hate that he calls me that. I've told him so many times to stop, but he never does. I debate just igorning him, just getting my work done and leaving, but I quickly decide that it's just not worth the extra effort. I'll entertain his dumb thing, whatever it is, and then he'll leave me alone.

I walk over to his station. "I don't know how many times I have to tell you, I don't like being called that." Jack just smiles at me.

"Sorry" he says unapologetically. "Won't happen again." We both know that's a lie. I watch as his eyes quickly flick up and down my body, soaking my appearance in. God, the nerve of this guy. I cross my arms and start tapping my foot.

"Well," I say. "I'm waiting. What did you want to show me?" His smile grows even wider, and he holds something in his hands. He stands up from his chair, holding out his hands in front of him.

"Oh, just a little something I've been working on. Take a look." He opens his hands, some sort of glowing object contained between them. I stare at it for a couple seconds, unable to decipher what it could be. I look back at him, then back at the object, looking for any hint he might give me.

"Alright, I'm lost. What is this stupid thing?" I ask him. His lips curl even more, the smile almost beginning to look creepy. He sits back down, placing the object in some sort of box. He sits back up, and pats his thighs.

"Why don't you have a seat on my lap and I'll tell you?" I blink at him, momentarily shocked by his request, before shrugging it off and proceeding to sit on his lap. I can instantly feel a lump under my rear end as I sit, no doubt his bulge underneath those khaki shorts. I hear a soft moan escape from his lips, a noise that is strangely flattering. I don't react though, instead sitting patiently as I wait to hear all about his new toy.

"Actually, why don't you stand up and get a little more comfortable first?" I'm not sure what he means, but I find myself follwing his instruction. I stand and turn to look at him. "You don't really care about lab safety, right? You should let your sexy red hair down." He's right, I don't really care that much. I reach up, tugging at the clip holding my hair up. It releases, letting my wavy red hair fall down around my shoulders. "And your leggings... do you really think you need to be wearing those right now?"

"Alright I guess I don't really need them right now." I kick off my shoes, pushing back my lab coat to grab the hem of my leggings. I start pulling down, but Jack stops me.

"Why don't you... do it more slutty, huh? Like, give me a show?" I frown, a little confused by his request. I normally hate that word, and all its connotations, but for some reason his suggestion feels very appealing. I turn around, first pulling the long tail of the lab coat up, exposing my rear end. Then, while trying to look over my shoulder at him, I start slowly pulling my leggings down. I hear him take a deep breath as my thick white cheeks start to show. My boyfriend has always raved about my figure, so I'm sure Jack is liking what he sees. And for some reason that makes me feel good.

I keep slowing pulling the leggings down, exposing more of my pale fat ass. "You like that Jack? You like seeing my sexy ass?" I'm shocked at the words coming out of my mouth, things I would never say not even to my boyfriend, but now they almost feel natural. Jack replies with a satisfied grunt, and I can't help but smile.

I keep going, my entire ass soon exposed, my boring pink panties now the only thing covering my private areas. As I start taking the leggings off my legs, I bend over even more, offering Jack what must be a spectacular view. I even shake my ass a little for him. I slowly peel the leggings off my calves and then off my feet, goosebumps appearing on my skin as I feel a slight chill. I turn back around to look at Jack, a sensual smile on my lips. "What did you think? Slutty enough for you?"

"Uh, yea... that was amazing Red," he replies, almost out of breath. I giggle at his response. I look down at his bulge, now fully grown. And for some reason all I want to do is sit on it. "You look much more comfortable now; come sit on me," he says, patting his lap once more. I giggle, quickly hurrying to sit down in his lap. I feel his bulge poke into my cheeks, and I start rubbing it a little, eliciting more soft moans from him.

"Alright, what does that silly thing do Jack? And don't waste my time, I've got a lot to get done today," I ask, secretly eager to hear all about it.