Science with Fuck? Really?

Science with Fuck? What the hell.

The couch sucks. It's too short for you and your feet stick out from the blankets during the night. You wake up feeling cranky and... you rub your eyes.

The girls are all wearing lab coats... with, obviously, nothing underneath. Anna and Maya both hold clipboards while Charlotte has a mug of coffee that she's holding out for you and Crystal carries a plate with what looks like those pop-up cinnamon twist things... and actually smells great.

"Uh,"

"Time for science with fuck," Anna declares.

"Right."

"After coffee," Charlotte says.

"And breakfast," Crystal adds. "Breakfast is the most important meal of the day, after all, and you'll definitely need your strength."

There isn't room at the table for all of you to sit, but they insist that you take the chair and hover around you while you sip your coffee and try a couple of the sugary confections.

You'd never thought of lab coats as being sexy. Maybe you just hadn't been watching the right TV shows or something, but you'd always associated them with nerdy 1950s computer programmers and fake doctors on TV commercials. Now that you had a jolt of caffeine, you realize that you'd been wrong.

The girls were in constant motion, and every time they move, their lab coat exposes a bit of something. Maya bends over to pick up her pencil and your dick practically jumps out of your jeans because you're looking right at her shaved twat. Charlotte reaches for the coffee pot and her darling puffy tits flash you... and then she blushes and pulls the lab coat together. Somehow the shyness and the quick glimpse is at least as sexy as if she'd just stripped naked and let you look you fill (not that you'd object to that, either). Anna's long dancer legs are hypnotic as she crosses the room and she looks like a Playboy fantasy of a scientist with an actual pocket protector in her lab coat breast pocket, and with the coat itself gaping open displaying cleavage that goes all the way to her pussy.

When you've sucked down two cups of coffee, Mara grabs the cup and dumps it in the sink. "First, we want to replicate your earlier experiment. Then we'll work on refining the math. Having an ability to set off earthquakes might be useful to the Pentagon, but they'll stamp our dissertations with Top Secret classifications and we'll never be able to get jobs outside of the military. Not to mention, Anna being a Russian would probably get sent to Guantanamo."

"I agree with that," you say.

"So, we've done a comprehensive debrief with Crystal... I mean, do you really call that pseudo-code math at all? It's so primitive it's no wonder--"

"Hey, I don't insult your math, you don't insult my coding."

"If we can replicate original experiment," Anna says, "we begin modify. Use real maths, not cheap attempt to hack bank account."

"What math?" you want to know.

"You hire Maya, me to worry that," she says. "You worry about fucking."

"I'm not completely sure about sex in front of a crowd." Crystal sounds like she's getting cold feet.

"You think any of us like this?" Maya asks.

You're pretty sure at least some of you like it. Definitely including you but, you suspect, including Maya as well. That said, pretending she isn't getting titillated is probably the right strategy. And, considering Crystal's behavior on the bus coming into Tahoe, you don't think she'll need that much more persuasion.