Dr. Patricia Atchison

Tom wasn’t particularly surprised a couple days later when he walked in to their home office to find an unfamiliar red-headed woman in glasses and a business suit sitting in the desk chair.

“Hello?” he ventured.

“Yes, are you Tom?” the woman asked in a prim English accent. “I apologize for the intrusion. My name is Dr. Patricia Atchison. I’m looking into the theft of some proprietary nanotechnology from the university.”

“I…I don’t know anything about that,” Tom managed. “Nano what?”

The woman got up from her chair, looking down her glasses at him. “Well, sir, we traced the signature to this residence. Tell me, it looks like there are quite a few others living here with you. Do any of them have expertise with this type of technology?”

“Well, I wouldn’t know,” Tom said, as the redhead came closer. “Can I…Can I get you anything?”

“You should know, Tom, that anyone who stole this type of advanced technology would be a very, very bad boy.” She stepped very close to him and brought her red lips near enough to his ear that he could feel her breath. “Are you, sir? A bad boy? Do you need to be punished?”

Tom stared at her for a long moment, and then suddenly her serious face changed and broke out into a grin. “Ha! You should see your face, baby.” Strangely, she still had the English accent.

He sighed. “New member, I take it?”

“Indeed,” she said, in a very un-Lisa way, as she walked back over to the desk. “This is, in fact, Dr. Patricia Atchison, expert in nanotechnology, originally from Oxford. Tally works on the project, sure, but she’s a grad student. This lady knows as much about these little buggers as anyone else on the planet. And yes, the accent is freaking me out.”

“You absorbed the head of the project?” Tom asked. “She’s much…less old than I was imagining.”

“Well, she’s not the head,” Dr. Atchison slash Lisa explained. “She’s just the one who actually knows what she’s talking about, which is what I need.” She looked a little sad, then. “So smart, but so lonely.” She smiled wanly and looked up at him. “Now she’ll never be lonely again. Anyway, I was thinking of setting up a home lab here to try and figure this bollocks out, that way I can use different bodies and I’m not limited just to when Tally is scheduled to work.”

“So you really are going to steal proprietary nanotechnology?”

The redhead’s face blushed. “Technically. I wouldn’t worry too much about it. They’re self-replicating, so I only need to take a few machines. And if need be, Dr. Atchison here can throw them off the scent.” She brightened. “Now, Dr. Atchison would love it if you would take her hot ginger body out for a test drive.”

“She would, would she?” Tom asked with a smile as he walked across the room towards her.

“Of course,” she said. “She never had as much time for a social life as she would have wanted, and now she’s extremely jealous of all of our memories of our bodies doing things with you. She wants in.”

Dr. Atchison knelt, undid Tom’s fly, and pulled out his cock. She slurped on it a few times, then pulled her mouth off and said, “Bloody hell, I never get tired of that.” Tom laughed at Lisa saying those words. She looked at him in mock anger. “Perhaps you still need to be punished, you naughty, naughty boy.”

Then she went back to work. Tom found himself once again overwhelmed with sensations, making it hard to think. He ran a hand through the red hair of yet another woman going down on him, looked down at the face of the respected, bespectacled scientist with her lips wrapped around his cock. He should feel unmitigated joy.

Yet there was also something nagging. Was what they…what Lisa was doing wrong? Sure, all of these women claimed to be thrilled with their new situation, and he thought he trusted Lisa not to just be lying about that, but also, people said they were into things they weren’t all the time. Or what if the nanobots were brainwashing the girls into liking it, like a cult or something? Was he in a cult?

You can have weird thoughts when your dick is in the mouth of someone you just met. But Tom’s musings fled again when Dr. Atchison stood up, pulled off her pencil skirt and glasses, and bent over the desk.

“Fuck me from behind,” she ordered him, sounding strangely stern. “Make this arse jiggle.” Maybe something of Dr. Atchison was coming through there? But he couldn’t exactly disobey under the circumstances. Her arse turned out to, in fact, be very jiggly.

Dr. Patricia Atchison played by Penny Pax