Now to use it.

Meg stared and licked her lips. Never breaking eye contact with her, Alice turned her head slightly and kissed Jill. The statuesque drone closed her eyes and moaned. After a moment, their kiss broke.

"This is... different," Alice said. Jill pulled her hair back and kissed her long, slender neck.

"Different?" Meg asked. She was enthralled by the scene playing out in front of her.

"More intense than when a man wants it," Alice said. Her hand darted forward, landing on Jill's shoulder, then slid down to trace sensual circles around her nipple. "I think we're feeling your arousal..."

Jill gave a small grunt of affirmation, still lavishing affectionate kisses across Alice's flawless skin. Alice shuddered and bit her lip, a bead of sweat appearing on her temple. "No, that's not quite it... it's like..."

As she struggled for words, Jill pulled back and looked back at Meg. Her eyes seemed a little less cloudy, a little sharper, as she finished Alice's sentence. "...it's like we're doing exactly what we're supposed to."

Alice laughed throatily. "She's right! I'm not guessing or approximating what... ahhh, oh my God..."

Her speech devolved into incoherent moans as Jill pulled down her shirt and began to suck on her left nipple. Meg was leaning forward intently now, utterly mesmerized. Alice put two hands lovingly on the back back of Jill's head and threw her head back as the woman sucked greedily at her tit. Jill's hand moved toward the hem of her skirt, then found its way beneath it. Alice cried out, sounding genuinely shocked, and opened her eyes to stare glassily at the ceiling.

"Oh, Christ, Meg... you want this to feel good. You want me to feel good."

Meg silently approached the pair. She stood next to Alice, who looked up into her deep brown eyes with lust and adoration, and cupped the scientist's face in her hands.

"Oh, Alice," she said softly. "I don't just want you to feel good. I want you to feel powerful."

Alice gurgled as novel sensations flooded her mind. Jill's motion between her legs had become urgent, her lips still locked against Alice's tender flesh, and she was building to climax rapidly. Her analytical mind fell silent as the tension between her legs quaked to an enormous, mind-shattering crescendo, and just as her pleasure reached it's zenith, Meg gently but firmly pressed theirs lips together in a kiss.

Alice lost consciousness before it was even over.