The walk in

"I am here for money." A strange young woman declared as she barged into his office first thing in the morning.

"I'm sorry?" Sitting back in his chair Dr. Reynolds looked at the young woman in bewilderment.

"Yesterday Xander told me that if I come here you will pay me, feed me and house me. So here I am." The woman walked to the chair before Dr. Reynolds desk and sat down. "You have deprived me of a months worth of quality orgasms so you better make it worth my while."

Blinking Dr. Reynolds slowly nodded his head, "You must be Anya. Xander mentioned that you were... blunt."

With a quick fake smiled the woman inclined her head, "Anya Christina Emanuella Jenkins."

"So how can I help you Miss Jenkins?"

She looked at him like he was stupid, "I stated my purpose here quite clearly. I am here for money, free food and free housing."

Dr. Reynolds slowly nodded his head. "You did, yes. How could I forget."

"Now, which papers do I need to sign to attain my money?" She looked over his desktop with interest.

Sighing and sitting back Dr. Reynolds looked at the young woman. "I suppose that a female trial should be run on that ****. You are aware that it is intended to build muscle, yes?"

Anya nodded. "Yes. A muscled Xander provided the source for a very satisfactory masturbation session last night where I achieved orgasm several times."

Just staring for a second Dr. Reynolds finally moved past that frank admission. He did make a mental note that Miss Jenkins was possibly one of the more sex positive people he had ever met. And also incredibly forward. He could think of two different **** trials for such a woman. "Blunt is an understatement."

Taking a deep breathe and soldiering on Dr. Reynolds got back to his original point. "My point, Miss Jenkins, is that you would be gaining muscle mass if you partook in that trial. Some women your age would prefer not to be so... built."

"I could use some toning and my buns are far from steel." Anya shrugged.

"Of course." Dr. Reynolds clicked his tongue.

"Now, it is my understanding that the more **** I take the more money I make, so how many **** can I take?" Anya asked.

Dr. Reynolds pursed his lips as he considered the woman before him. Deciding on a course of action he reached into a drawer in his desk and pulled out a specific file designed for women. "We do have a two trials that are designed specifically for women."

"Sign me up for whatever will pay the most." Anya declared.

"Uh huh." Dr. Reynolds pulled out two sheets of paper from the files. "There are two female focused trials. They both pay the same."

"That's fine. Now, what needs to be done to get me my money?"

"Would you like to hear what the trials are for at least?" Dr. Reynolds suddenly had new found respect for Mister Harris having the ability to handle his girlfriend.

"I suppose."

"The first trial is for mothers with troubles feeding newborns. The **** is intended to help with the production of breast milk and the ability to easily express that milk." He explained.

"I am not pregnant." Anya pointed out.

"You would be considered a control. What happens to someone outside of the intended customer needs to be studied too." Dr. Reynolds explained.

Anya considered for a second before she cast a look down at her chest, "So if it worked for me it would be a... a breast enhancement." She seemed pleased by that idea.

"Sure." Dr. Reynolds shook his head and snorted at the womans attitude. "Why not."

Anya slowly smiled, "And I get paid for it too."

Dr Reynolds looked down to hide his eyeroll, he picked up a new piece of paper and held it up to her. "The second trial is for women who suffer from sexual disfunction. In laymens terms, frigidity. Its supposed to help with sexual excitement and all that that entails, lubrication production for example."

Anya nodded her head, "And I would again be a 'control' as I have no problem with sexual excitement."

"Of course you dont." Dr. Reynolds muttered to himself.