March up to the door and demand entry

"Screw this," you say. "I'm tired and thirsty." And you stalk towards the main entrance. Christina follows with a belated "Ally!", but it's much too late for second-guessing. You've already hit the "Call" button on the door panel.

The intercom crackles. "Who's that? Deliveries aren't meant to be here until Thursday." Ooh, British. Sexy.

"It's Ally, Kenneth's daughter," you reply.

"What the fuck are you doing here? You know this area's off-limits."

"Let us in!" You consider, and then in your best pleading tone, you add, "Pleeease? We can ... make it worth your while. I'm sure you must be lonely on this island. You can't have that many visitors." What? The guy's voice sounds hot enough. Besides, you're not above using your ass or your assets to get whatever you want. That's why you have them.

There's a pause, followed by a surrendering sigh. "I'm so going to get fired for this." An electronic buzz and deep click signal that the door is now unlocked.

You and Christina enter the building, finding yourselves in a reception-like area. The man you've been speaking to is sitting at a cluttered desk surrounded by computer equipment. One monitor shows the camera feeds from around the building. The other shows ... sciency stuff, you don't know.

The man stands and comes forward, one hand extended. He gives a smile that shows off teeth that bely the stereotype. "Michael Bailey, the doctor's research assistant. Or at least that's what I'm supposed to be. More of a glorified errand boy these days." Boy? Please. He has to be pushing thirty, but he has definitely managed to stay in shape for someone supposedly more familiar with a lab than labour.

You turn on the charm, taking his hand. "Pleased to meet you. As I said before, I'm Ally, and this is Christina."

"So ... what brings you here? Do you need to see your dad?"

"Well, Michael," you say, coming closer and putting a hand on his arm, "we're just so bored, all alone on the beach. And we're more than a little curious about what you boys have been getting up to in this lab."

Michael is far too experienced to blush at your advances, but he certainly looks willing. His smile stays at "charming" but his eyes betray hunger. "I see. You know the lab is off-limits to you, though. Top secret." He wiggles his eyebrows at this, and you and Christina reward him with a well-timed pair of giggles.

The two of you spend maybe another half-hour or so flirting with Michael. He gets increasingly touchy-feely, not that you've been discouraging him. Eventually, he comes right out and offers to give you a secret tour of the rest of the lab in return for a blowjob from you and Christina.