You need to clear your head. Maybe Pearl - or not Pearl? - can help?

Whatever the case, your erection isn't helping anyone here. You need to clear your head.

You check Pearl's hourglass body out from the corner of your eye. Well... if she's not totally Pearl right now...

Fuck it.

"Come here."

She steps up to you.

You grab her shoulders and kiss her. Pearl is unreactive, but her lips are soft. The kiss itself isn't much to write home about - Pearl is unreactive, and her lips are weirdly room temperature - but she's naked, so the kiss instantly slots into the #1 spot in your top 10.

When you break the kiss, and look into Pearl's ice-white eyes, a pang of guilt strikes you.

You shouldn't be doing this. You know you shouldn't. But the kiss felt so good, and lust is surging in your body - it needs to be released. It needs to be free. God, you want this. But if you keep thinking of Pearl as Pearl, you just know it's not going to happen.

"Your name is Rose," you tell the girl. "Say it if you understand."

"My name is Rose," says Pearl - Rose, you chide yourself. Just for a little bit. Just for now.

"Now... you'll do whatever I say," you tell her, your voice trembling. "Repeat it if you understand."

"I'll do whatever you say," she repeats.

"Rose, hop up here," you say, patting the cold metal countertop to your right.

Rose - giving her another name in your head was a good idea - does as you command, hopping up onto the countertop, her curvy body bouncing as she sits.

You throw off your shirt and unbuckle your pants. "Lie back."

Rose lies back on the metal. She doesn't flinch or complain about the cold.

"Tell me you want this."

"I want this," parrots Rose.

You lift her legs together and hug them to your chest, luxuriating in every inch of her supple calves and thighs.

"Holy shit," you say, overwhelmed by all this flesh out of nowhere. In your plans for tonight you maybe hooked up with Jane if you won the lottery, but Pearl - Rose - you never in your wildest dreams fantasized about doing anything this crazy, or strange, or hot with a girl like her.

Sufficiently hard, you grasp your shaft and fumble the head of your cock against Rose's soft, cool lower lips. She's dry as a desert.

"Rose," you say, frustrated, "get wet for me."

Rose's body flushes on command. Her face and chest blush. Her nipples go a darker, fuller gray, and stiffen up. Likewise, her slit suddenly wets the tip of your erection. You rub up and down for a moment, but the signs are clear she's ready. You thrust in.

"Oh fuck. Tell me this feels good," you say, pumping erratically into her, out of control.

"This feels good," says Rose, her body jostling at the power of your thrusts.

"You love this. You need this. You live for this," you chant, waves of pleasure crashing over you.

Rose huffs for breath in time with your thrusts, the sounds of your high-impact lovemaking slopping wetly through the room. When Rose gets wet, she gets wet.

It's too much, too fast. And Pear - Rose's interior is like nothing you've ever felt. Cool, wet, and snug as fuck. You bottom out in her and come like you've never come before.

You sag over Rose's plush body, between her legs, lying your head on one of her breasts for a while. You catch your breath. "That was... are you okay?"

Rose thinks, and shakes her head.

You remember your prior command. "You're totally fine," you tell her firmly, still riding your sexual high. Your cock jolts inside her. "This was perfect, Rose. Now uh... tell me how it was."

"This was perfect," repeats Rose. But then she continues. "I love this. I need this. I live for this."

"Good," you say, too quickly. "That's... good."

Gradually, the direness of your situation comes back to you. Post-nut clarity is a two-edged sword.

You pull out of Rose, and find some ancient paper towels nearby. Thank god the water still runs. You clean yourself up and redress, but note that there's no clothing for Rose - or, back to Pearl now - to wear. You tell her to clean herself up (and out, that one takes a while at the sink to drain your cum), and she does a thorough job.

With no hair or clothing to speak of, the only indication that Pearl (Rose, if you're talking about sex!) had just been fucking is her flushed body, damp freshly washed body, and glistening sex.

"Uh, Rose, stop being wet," you order. "Stop being aroused."

Rose sighs. Her flush clears up, and her nipples soften.

You take stock of your situation. Pearl's been turbo cleansed, she's naked, and you've lost track of time for how long you've been in this lab. What if your friends come looking for you? How do you explain Pearl?

For the umpteenth time, you really, seriously need to fix this. But how? With your mind clear, working the problem is much easier.