Samantha needs her sample, vaginally...

Samantha was so overworked and taxed that you were the one who spotted the symptoms and reacted much more quickly than either her or Kayla, who just happened to be coming into the room to check on dinner ideas when she spotted you leaping from your chair and reaching your coworker just as she was about to tilt over and fall ****. "Shit!"

"What'd we do?"

You quickly motioned for her to help you get the semi-comatose woman onto the bed and quickly, without reservation, you ran your hand underneath the hem of her skirt and panties and quickly inserted two fingers into her, running up to the knuckles before you pulled it out. Incredulously staring at the basic finger-**** of the unaware woman, Kayla just glanced speechless as you then pulled your hand out and then proceeded to sniff it. "Quickest way to tell where her body is at in terms of need and contextually, no other markers are known besides vaginal secretions. Lube, very effective in terms of smell and texture." You waved your fingers in front of your nose again and sighed. "She's gone beyond to 4B, same as you."

"But how do you test my secretions? I don't exactly have..." she paused, her eyes seemingly indicating Samantha's genital region, "that...there."

"You do secrete other ways, don't you? I just sample that." You looked at Samantha's eyes and checked as they rolled up and her face started to get more and more pale. "Shit, goddamn withdrawals are getting accelerated."

"That's not good...she looks horrible..."

"No kidding. Dad, I need you..."

"Kayla."

You looked up finally at your transsexual father with a puzzled look. She, for her part, returned your look in the eyes. "I'm not your dad, not anymore. You picked my name, I'm Kayla. The sooner I get used to the fact that I'm her and not your father, the sooner I'll get over the fact that I need to **** and manipulate you again for my own life. I have to accept this change in order for me to get over just how much of a bastard I'm being again. Otherwise, I won't be able to take your cum and live with myself."

"..."

"Go ahead, fuck her. I'll let her know when she wakes up what happened. She'll be afraid of you, I'm sure of it, so she'll need another woman's perspective on what happened. I can help her, I know how much she means to you and your work."

With that, you stripped off your pants and pulled down her skirt. Without any sort of pretense of foreplay, you did make sure you were lubed up for her as she was nearly bone dry, you slid into her with barely any resistance. Throughout the act, your eyes never left Kayla as she continued to hold and cradle Samantha and before you could stop yourself, you gingerly pulled her up from her spot and leaned forward, kissing her on the lips. It was a gentle kiss but as she pulled back and looked you in the eyes, you smiled and nodded your appreciation before you grunted and pushed one last time, pumping in load after load into her body.

"I'll take care of her, go outside for a moment," she whispered and without argument, you slipped from the room.