Meeting with the big boss

In the most luxurious and private room of Demon's Lair, a man is sitting lazily on a huge office chair, behind an equally huge table. The man himself is oversized, not fat by any means but stocky and well-built. The dark skinned man has a bald head and large black eyes, along with a set of heavy eyebrows and and yet clean shaven face. His outfit consists of a long-sleeved white shirt with an elegant tie, a pair of black pants and shiny black shoes. His impressive muscles are straining his shirt, which is probably one size too small for his build. His black blazer is hung on the chair behind him, and he is holding a glass half-full of **** in his right hand while tapping the surface of the table with his left hand. He sips from the glass casually, as if waiting for something or someone.

The man is Maxwell "Max" Miller, the owner of the popular nightclub 'Demon's Lair'. Not only does he have this establishment, he also owns a few other strip clubs and escort services in several different cities. But really, he earns most of his income from his dealings in the black market, primarily the flesh trade. **** and slavery is still illegal, but rich people with a certain perverted taste can easily buy themselves some slaves to satisfy their dark desires. And it just so happens that Maxwell sells such a service for the right price.

Lately he has become quite close with Dr. Francis, his former client who required a body for a test subject a few years back. That was when he learned about the doctor's experiments. A couple months ago, the doctor contacted him again because he needed his help to provide a stable supply of test subjects. Max gave him a counter proposition: a secret lab in the basement of his night club, as well as free test subjects to perfect his project. In exchange, Francis is expected to provide a reliable method on acquiring better 'products' for his clientele, as well as other, more ambitious project. The doctor agreed to the terms. Meanwhile, the fact that the NTA is also backing and funding the doctor's research is not really a problem for Max. As long as their interests don't clash with each other, he's satisfied. Besides, Max doesn't have to fund the doctor his equipments that way, quite cost saving on his parts.

A knock on the door brings him out of his musing, and he calls on whoever's on the other side to enter. Soon, the door opens and reveals Dr. Francis, along with an assistant who is rolling a stretcher with an **** woman on top of it. After the assistant is dismissed and the door closed, Max stands up from his chair, and slowly approaches the still form of Clarissa. At first he is smiling, but soon he raises an eyebrow when he sees Clarissa from up close.

"This is not the woman I picked," he says, his tone more curious than angry, and looks at the doctor, "did something happen?"

The test subjects that Francis can get is hand-picked by Max among his club's customers who he deems fit. Sometimes they were chosen before they have even stepped their foot into the club, before lured in by 'friends' and acquaintances who will be compensated well by Max. Other times it is on the spot picking, some random woman Max noticed on the CCTV and told his men to nab. Today is supposed to be one of those woman, but he is quite surprised when he sees it's a different woman lying on the stretcher.

"She was snooping around our back rooms, sir. So, I made the decision to do the procedure on her instead. Based on my interaction with her, it is also possible that she's a spy. She was quite smart and feisty"

Dr. Francis calmly explains what had happened, as he knew Max will not be angry with this mishap. After all, this spy has an equally, if not more, impressive body as the intended target. The doctor knows Max is attracted to big-breasted women, and he is quite appreciative. As the mad scientist is talking to him, Max keeps touching and squeezing Clarissa's breasts, kneading them roughly but loving the feeling of the softness contained within. The spy gives no response, remaining perfectly still with her eyes closed and face relaxed, her breathing rather shallow. Max smirks at the sight of Clarissa's calm expression.

"I see..." Max muses, finally taking his hand off of Clarissa's large mound, "well, that was a good call, doctor. We haven't had any athletic woman with big breasts here before. Authentic breasts too, I can tell that these are all natural. Her face is also very lovely, I'm sure my customers will be happy with her..."

Max hums in approval as he begins to trace his fingers along the outline of Clarissa's cheek, taking extra time to prod the sides of her lips. Clarissa's plump lips slightly open with the gentle **** applied, and Max is very pleased with the result. Max has seen many sexy women throughout the years, but Clarissa might just hit all the right checkmarks for his preference. The nightclub owner uses his free hand to cup her breasts again, this time giving a slower and gentler squeeze than the previous one.

"As a matter of fact, I might keep her for myself," Max adds with a grin as his hand travels downwards towards Clarissa's taut stomach, "put her through the next step. Find out if she's actually a spy but let me do the interrogation myself later. Speaking of, you said this will be the last experiment of your current stage. When are you going to be ready for the next stage?"

"Ah that... I think I'll have to make quite a lot of adjustment ReHost first. Might take a long while before I am confident that it's safe for your... special clients. You definitely don't want them complaining about a painful procedure, do you sir?"

"Alright, no rush but try not to test the limit of their patience. Many of them don't have much time left. Anyway, send her to my room later once she's ready," Max asks, his eyes still transfixed on Clarissa's face, licking his lips as he brushed his digits over Clarissa's pussy mound, "oh, and don't use type two for her, I'm getting bored of them. Besides, if she's really a spy, we can't afford to alert her employer just yet"

"Of course, sir. It will be done. But putting that aside, we have another problem. We are out of available gynoids"

"Right... I'd rather not procure another one before I see the result of your research, doctor. Do whatever you deem fit with what you have"

"I understand, I have some experiments ideas I'd like to try with. Well then, I shall take my leave"

Dr Francis nods as he walks out of the room, bringing along the **** woman on the stretcher. Max continues to stand in front of the entrance for a few moments before turning around. He returns to his desk and takes a seat, before resuming to sip on his drink. A smirk creeps up his face as he imagines the various ways he can enjoy Clarissa's body later.