Bovine beginnings 3[Aoife POV]

Her hand danced along his waist, pulling his belt off and slowly pulling the zipper down. Letting each tooth sing its note as she pulled. Her husband was just slightly too tall to kiss on the neck unless she got on her tiptoes. Planting kisses along his back and shoulder with freshly applied lipstick let her marks to claim him again. His husky groans were a symphony as she teased him through his boxers. His firm chest rising and falling, she huffed his cologne like a drug. Senses on fire she freed his cock from their confines. She chortled at the heated flesh in her hand, his desire at her finger tips. She slinked around him, pushing him back first onto the bed. Hands finally freeing his hard cock, she gave it a few strokes, it throbbed in her hand with need. Absently she pushed hair behind her ears, and was about to swallow him whole when the doorbell rang. Groaning with annoyance rather than pleasure, he pulled his pants up and pulled his shirt back on off the floor. Scampering off to get the door.

Aoife however was desperately horny and snubbed from getting to give a naked blowjob. Instead she laid back on their marital bed and attended to her own knees. Kneading and teasing her own breasts, waiting to see what kind of punishment Jason would come and deliver as soon as it was time. Blush spread across the redhead like fire in a dry forest. Burning up, she plunders her own nethers. Moaning freely in the privacy of her master bedroom. She did not hear the first time he called for her. Finally as he slipped through the door she heard him, her vision was slightly blurred with heat. He did not entertain a second attempt by her to get his cock out.

“Aoife! You have an interview downstairs! Margocorp expedited your request this morning. It’s the goth chick sammy or whatever. She’s waiting on you.” Jason finally said, Aoife pulled herself together and dressed in a fresh jumpsuit and the rest of her ensemble. She rushed down the stairs. She expected to meet a relatively petite goth woman as indicated by her headshot. Instead, she found a towering and feminine figure. She was dressed entirely in black and red. A blood colored blouse, with puffy sleeves and black buttons covered an average bust and hid the definition of her arms. Aoife’s gaze continued downward somewhat hungrily, noting a black skirt with various chains looping around as a belt, toned legstore through shredded tights. The outit was completed by platform boots with chrome spikes. She was nearly 6 foot in the outfit, but without those boots she would have only been about 5’8”. Exactly Aoife's type from before Jason...

“Dr.Flynn, I’m excited to have this opportunity, I didn’t disturb you did I? Margocorp sent me and said you should be available, but I can come back another day. I’m not being a bother right?” Her voice was a seductive husky tone. A warm alto that hummed through the air. She was being a bother, but not the way she thought. The unreached climax haunting Aoife, she shook her head and guided the goth chick into the lab.

“You’re the only applicant that didn’t give me the creeps, Margocorps hires based off brains not social skills. You know my work, I’ve read your file let’s cut to the chase. Margocorp’s package offers $60K annual starting for lab tech’s with benefits after your probate period of 2 months. I’m willing to give you an advance on some of the benefits if you have a strong enough reason.” Aoife was blunt and caught the goth woman off guard, a quirked eyebrow forced a piercing to rise along with it.

“Whatcha mean doc? You gonna give me dental out the gate?” Sammy asked, hot and oblivious. Which explains why her marital status was written as single. The ginger of the two redheads rubbed her temples.

“Benefits as in an advance on your splicing package you’re promised for medical services, and if you’ve been with margocorp potentially recreational.” Aoife explained calmly, the growing excitement on Sammy’s face was a warm sight.

“Alright I’ll take the job when can I start? I’ll handle that pile of med-aps for you!” Sammy beamed, shaking Aoife’s hand vigorously, as the new assistant leaned over a deep view of her now bouncing cleavage began to overwhelm Aoife.

"Hold on, hold on. I have one more question before you can start. Don't get too excited." The ginger shoved the goth backward onto a stool. "If you were granted any splice for any reason, what would it be? For recreational, aesthetic, recreation whatever need."

The younger of the two women paused. resting her back against the countertop in the lab, taking careful measure not to disturb anything. the two women studied each other briefly before Sammy spoke.

"Any splice? Meaning anything anything?" Sammy pressed

"Let's say anything you're biologically compatible with so you don't end up as a body horror cautionary tale." Aoife said plainly

"In that case I want a bovine splice. A friend of a friend got it a while back, and I really like the way it looks." Sammy said cupping her own breasts for a moment "I just want these perky tits to turn into udders y'know. Just some real milkers. Calcium cannons if you will"

Aoife gawked for a moment, the goth continuing to cup and slightly bounce her breasts for emphasis. "Do I need to strip for the med exam to test compatibility, doctor? I'm more than willing to do so, especially in such a professional environment." she slowly undid the buttons to her blouse, deeper cleavage and a black satin bra bursting forth.

"Sammy... strip for the exam, and then go home for the day. I'll check compatibility with a skin, blood and mammary sample before administering a basic stem-cell pack to the grafted areas. You'll know in a week. Until then, not another word of this." Aoife was completely flush as she rushed through the words. She guided her new employee over to the examination table opposite the work area. it was soft but not plush, it would be where Aoife could sleep somewhat decently if she forgot to go upstairs. At least, until Jason scooped her up and took her to bed.

As Aoife ran through the less invasive tests there were multiple lingering contacts between the women. Sammy squeezing her hand as the needle drew blood, then letting the touch linger beyond what was strictly professional.

"Don't worry Doc, I'll be a good girl and lay still for this one. Go ahead and knock me out." Sammy said, she had stripped above the waist so the mammary sample could be rendered easily. With surgical precision, Aoife quickly acquired the sample, and medicated the wound that closed in minutes. As Sammy stirred with the anesthesia wearing off, she smiled.

"You didn't take any pics while I was out right? I'd hate to see myself on lab assistants gone wild." The goth teased her boss. Aoife sputtered as the younger woman reclothed her bare chest.

"I would never post one of my employees on such a raunchy sight!" Aoife was flustered, aroused, and annoyed at this point. A triple flush fully blending her face and hair. The indignant words brought a full laugh out of the goth.

"Jeez Doc, c'mon. I knew you wouldn't, not unless I asked you to" She said with a wink, hopping up from the examining table and stretching. The sleeves revealed two tattooed arms as they rolled up from the change in posture.

"Tattoos, Sammy you know certain splices can attack the ink right?" Aoife questioned, she reached for her usual pack of cigarettes, finding that Jason had swiped them so she would quit smoking in the most well ventilated room in the house. It was more about smoking in the house, but that was something the two would need to work on.

AN: will be posting this chapter early due to real life commitments this Wednesday. so double chapter this time around.