Dr. George Lakakis

"Hi mate." the young doctor greeted.

You smiled at the familiar, and friendly, face. George was one of the doctors who worked in the lower sectors. While young, he was one of the most garnered individuals in this area, often leading the trials run. Being his assistant, especially to woman, was a great privelege. He was extremely intelligent and often won awards or acclaim for his work.

What drew you, along with his intelligence, was his charisma. The man was friendly and open to anyone, from high intellects to people in your class. He was confident without being cocky. He was also extremely attractive, which helped in bedding many a female assistant. However, because he wasn't an asshole, he rarely ever had confrontations with those he pumped and dumped.

You always enjoyed cleaning when George was around. You didn't socialise outside of work but inside, the two of you got along very well. Whether it was comparing workout routines or each others latest conquest (a straight man who isn't uncomfortable hearing about gay sex, you swoon), you were always smiling. However, you wished one day, he'd remove his pants and call you over for a little more than a chat. Well...

"How are you, George?"

"Good, good." he said, "I'm just preparing some things for this afternoon. We're not running a trial but I wanted to do some training with the fresher assistants. They've been a bit slow recently. I hope I'm not in your way."

"Not at all." you smile, admiring his smile, "I was actually planning some tests of my own."

"Oh?" he asked, genuinely intrigued, "What on? Because I can help out if you give me some forewarning."