Samanta dropping truths

"So, I took a look at the results from your labwork..."

You sighed and leaned back in the chair, tossing the pen you were fiddling with absentmindedly. "Yeah?"

"You're clean, you know you are, but what I don't understand is how you're not bursting at the seams every single day." She looked at your records and then at you. "Your sperm production level is nearly triple the normal healthy male for your age. There's literally no way your body can hold it all."

"And you're wondering if I sell my cum on the black market?"

Samantha laughed a little. "Weird way of calling yourself a cumwhore but yeah, basically, you'd get so many people hooked on your brand of sperm that you'd corner the market quite easily."

Your silence told her enough that you had thought about it at one point but the weird thing about ethics, they tend to overwhelm even the strongest at weird points. This was one of those points. "Yeah..."

"How are you doing, Sam?"

She sighed and shook her head. "You know my results. We're going to have to talk about an exit strategy and soon, there's just no way I can continue on your team, not like this..."

You looked at her on the screen. "I'm not letting you go, Sam, you know that. Hell, I have free reign on that floor if I wanted to. There's no way the CEO would let me go."

"Yes, but..."

"But what...you're now a level 2?"

"Level 2B, I'm just about borderline to a Level 3." Your research partner, coworker, somewhat of an older sister figure, she looked more than a bit frazzled. "My donor's no longer viable once I hit 3. There's barely anyone who can handle a Level 3. At that point, I'd be semi-delirious, incapable of really working hard, concentration would go out the window. Not to mention I'd be infectuous as well, contaminate our results."

All of that was true, your father's readings of a Level 4B told you enough already that his presence in your office building meant that the cleaning staff was now thoroughly decontaminating every surface that he touched. You were in the clear, you were immune, but your vehicle too was now going to be offlimits. Fuck me, the shops...

"...hey..."

You looked back at Samantha and shook your head. "No, you're staying on my team. Like you said yourself, I have loads of it. My badge, I can easily support you."

"That means I'll be hooked on your cum too. I might even progress to the alteration phase, 4B. We don't know what will happen then..."

"Sam?"

"Yeah?"

"Listen to me: YOU ARE ON MY TEAM." You shut the computer off and leaned back in the chair, going back to throwing the pen up in the air and then watching it sail upwards and then out of your reach, crashing onto the floor and sliding underneath your desk. If you cared to pick it up, you would've. Instead, you just watched it stop rolling and then turned back to look out the window at the early morning sunrise. And so it begins...

You picked up the phone and tapped a simple message to Samantha. INITIATE PROTOCOL A. You clicked send.