S2-ENF-024 - POOL

Miguel from Theoretical Malevolence, who was small and dark and had a neat black moustache, racked in the enormous pile of dollar bills from the middle of the coffee table. “I knew Penelope was overdue,” he said, to nobody in particular. “Time to pay up.”

“I’ll get you next time,” Dr. Blithe swore, shaking his fist and pretending to be angry. He was surrounded by interns and lab assistants, eating chips, drinking beers and lounging on the couches of his top secret private research lounge. A gigantic TV monitor sat in the middle of the room, displaying a high-definition live feed of Dr. Penelope Khan, who was currently standing stark naked on stage during an uncensored worldwide broadcast of the popular quiz game show Conundrum, looking very surprised. Just as she’d gone to answer the million-dollar question, the one that would lock in ultimate victory and lead to her official crowning as World’s Smartest Girl, all of her clothes had disappeared.

“Don’t pick Emilia next time,” said Miguel, as Penelope shrieked in horror and did her best to conceal her lithe brown body with her meager two hands, while the studio audience burst into laughter and applause. “You always pick Emilia.”

“She’s my favorite,” said Dr. Blithe, reaching up to give Emilia’s left breast a friendly squeeze. She hung above the table in the center of the party room, in tight rope suspension bondage, a strict hogtie pinning her arms and legs behind her back, boobs dangling free and legs parted to give all the cheerful interns a good look at her neatly trimmed golden bush and the intimate pink folds of her sex. Her blue eyes were wide with fury as she struggled in her bonds, squealing into her bright red ball gag. “Isn’t that right, Emilia? You’re my favorite! Doesn’t that feel good?”

“MMMMMPH!”