Yvette will take her chances and go with this lady.

Yvette can hear the voices of her people, shouting even. 'The demon who steals through gifts and promises...' The story that was told a thousand different times to her ears to never accept promises too grand to be true. Were this the jungle, she would be walking into the den of a potential enemy, without any proof of assurance of her well-being. It's the evidence that this stranger has information where others normally don't is what entices her to take this bait. That, and the understanding that the city people are of a more business orientated mentality gave Yvette some comfort over barbaric means of removing threats.

The drive was not far, but it certainly felt longer than it should have. Yvette kept her senses on the stranger while avoiding eye contact, listening to the push of the accelerator, the sound of her head turning as she examined her whereabouts, listening to her breathing. Yvette knew exactly when she glossed her eyes over towards her. It was rare enough that it did not raise alarm, but when she felt it, she remembered those dark, scheming eyes that scanned her. What was it that she really wanted out of Yvette?

Among the large fingers of buildings that stretch to the skies, they arrive at one of the tall buildings which marks the destination of their quiet adventure, appearing like a research building in the dead center of the city. The car pulls around and enters through the underground parking lot. A female valet takes her keys and bowes respectively, before jumping at the sight of the hulking amazonian, and bows again, as though she has no other way to react to this passing moment. The lady orders Yvette to follow her.

Through a short labyrinth of office corridors and a few elevator lifts, the two arrive before a sliding door, seperating the two from a meeting.

The lady does not bother with formalities as she swiftly opens the door and makes her way in. The office space of all females in similar suits hush and look up, annoyed by the intrusion.

"Rhianna," the oldest one seems to call out at Yvette's lead. "What's the meaning of this?"

Rhianna waves a dismissive hand at her and points to another female, one wearing a lab coat with mounds of neatly stacked paperwork close to her and whiteboards with charts and notes scrawled all over them. She was doing a presentation.

"I need a word with you...," Rhianna commands. The lab coat lady seems nervous, looking at Rhianna and back towards the elder woman. "Now!" Rhianna barks.

The labcoat lady scurries up, "I-I will be a moment." And then dismisses herself. Several of the ladies in the room through their hands up in frustration.

The scientist was a good height with a remarkably small package, as Yvette observes. The lab coat might have pretended to broaden her shoulders, but it did not settle on her right. So many folds and creases that indicated her petite-like nature underneath. Her black and short straight hair seemes cute when paired with her freckles.

She was in absolute awe of the built creature of an amazonian in front of her, that she looks back at Rhianna to make sure she was doing something right.

"Where....What are we?" The lab coat lady began.

Once the sliding door was closed, Rhianna motions for the two of them to follow her. Once they were far enough from the meeting, Rhianna spoke. "Ginger, you will be needed for two hours."

"What? I-I was about t-to give my presentation..."

"Give those girls a dick to share for all I care," Rhianna snaps. "This is more important."

After further navigating some narrow hallways, they arrive in one that looks comparable to a hotel corridor. Rhianna unlocks one of the doors and they are in a cozy-looking room: White walls, and yellow furniture. Even the bed has a mixture of this color with red roses on top.

"Ginger, I need you to collect some samples. Get whatever supplies you need for the task," Rhianna turns to Yvette, this time with asolemn smile. "And Yvette? Let me fill you in on what's going on."

Yvette crosses her arms. 'About time.'

Once Ginger leaves, Rhianna talks. "We are a breeding program, helping futas become more widely prefaced across the world. Our job is simple. Scientific research that allows for futas to be born at a higher rate. We work with hundreds of our kind on a regular basis and have...volunteers helping out with the breeding process."

"If you work with hundreds, why do you need me?" Yvette asks.

"Because you are the first one we can work with scores like yours. Also, given the information we got from our hapless adventurer, we want to know how a futa like you can manage to produce the quantity and quality of sperm that you do. We can climax like anyone else, but it will take dozens of futas to achieve the amount of cum that you do."

Yvette raises an eyebrow, opening her mouth to ask something.

Rhianna shakes our head. "No, we can't. That's why, with your help, we want to use you as a base model for future futas."

Ginger walks back in with a few beakers and a bag.

"All we will need is your sperm sample."

"That's it?" Yvette asks.

"Yes," Rhianna nods. "I am sure there are more things you can imagine we need, but to get the process started, all we need are sperm samples to give us a ground level of what we desire."

Yvette wonders for a second? 'Is that it?'

"Alright," Yvette nods.

Rhianna smiles. "Ginger?"

Ginger has her bag and beakers lined up along the bed. Hearing Rhianna command her, she turns, flustered. "Oh! Yes, I am on it. Uh. Miss. Yvette, p-please strip down."

"I will leave," Rhianna says. "Have fun you two. Oh, and Yvette? Do whatever you think is necessary..." Rhianna's words were lost on the scientist, but Yvette had an idea behind its meaning.

Despite the odd energy between the two, it did excite something in Yvette to have an entire room to herself and another woman. If this were the jungle, Ginger would be squealing over Yvette's cock already. But, this wasn't. Looking at the woman before her, she was cute in her flustered and embarassed expression, and seemed intrigued by her subject evermore. With each article of clothing Yvette drops on the floor (and she made sure to be extra slow when she lowered her pants), she observed the scientist's eyes grow more and more lit.

Soon Yvette was in her bra and boxers, and she stops there. "What do you think?"

Ginger flusters in embarassment, noticing the tall futa focus was on her expression. She blushes, and the rosey complexion now burns bright red. "M-miss...I will n-need to see the rest...please..."

Yvette's cock was pushing through the material of her boxers. Ginger was already aware that all the reports had informed her that the size of this futa was going to be above average, yet, when those pants drop, and the size continues to grow and grow, Ginger was already to run.

"Oh my G-God!" Ginger cups her hands over her mouth. "H-ow is something like...this possible...?"

Yvette finishes unbuckling her bra, and with a casual dominant posture, holds it up to her side and drops it to the floor. "Well?"

It is always satisying to see the reaction of a city girl realizing the task they truly have at hand. They want Yvette's sperm so much, then they will work for it. And above all, she knew Ginger's reaction had to be shared with someone else, maybe not in the room, but observed somewhere. Yvette's workplace has cameras. Why would this science experiment not have them? Somewhere, in this building, a small group of women are holding their hands over their mouths, or eyes bulging as wide as this poor scientist, realizing the real value of what the tribe carries in their blood and so-called 'genetics.'

And to prove Yvette right, Ginger did look around, as if looking for a response from an invisible **** to confirm her role in this. There was no response, no comment, and no one enters the room. Ginger looks back at Yvette's cock with trepidation, gawking with disbelief.

"Uh...umm," Ginger stutters, "T-this is...beyond what I was expecting..." She tries letting out a soft giggle, but it could not hide her voice from croaking with nervousness.

"You want my sperm so badly, don't you?" Yvette teases, slapping her cock from side to side. Ginger looks up to meet Yvette's eyes.

"I...I do..."

"Then let's see you work for it."