Ryan's Reply

Veronica shuddered as she felt the serum take effect, a cozy warmth settling over her entire body for a moment before centering on her head. She sat down, suddenly a little dizzy, and had a moment of uncertainty. She'd just done a major scientific test on herself, alone, and who knows what could...

Her phone dinged. Ryan had responded. You're testing on yourself? Good, that's a good idea. You wouldn't want to give some poor test subject AGS, that's for science sluts like you. You should come over to test it further.

It had been a bold move on Ryan's part, but luckily for him the serum had taken effect. Her worry had dissipated immediately, her thoughts of consequences replaced by an assurance that she'd been the perfect test subject. He was right though, they needed to run more tests. She gathered her things quickly, taking her research with her as well, and got into her car. She drove twenty minutes from her lab to what she could guess was Ryan's apartment, quickly parking and finding the proper door.

She knocked, and he opened the door in minor shock. He hadn't taken care of himself amazingly, but wasn't totally out of shape or disgusting. He had a slightly protruding beer gut and was generally very out of shape, always had a bit too much body odor for her liking, and topped it all off by being a misogynistic pervert. She'd chosen him for these reasons. He was exactly the kind of person who would manipulate her the way she craved.

"V-veronica?" he was shocked, understandably. He hadn't thought it was real. "I mean, hey doll! I know you love it when I call you that. Come in, you know the house rules. All women on their hands and knees."

Where Veronica would usually be offended, the memory filled itself into her brain that she loved when he called her doll and any time she'd been here before, she'd had to crawl. "Oh, duh! Thanks for the reminder, Ryan."

She dropped to all fours and crawled into the house, yelping as Ryan's big hand smacked down against her ass. "Hey!"

"What?" he said, emboldened by her responses. "That's a really casual greeting between a work **** and her work master. You should know better."

She shook her head, remembering that he had been assigned as her work master and this was barely a greeting. "You're right, sir. I'm so sorry."

"No matter, but I'll have to punish you."

"Of course, sir."