Message from Dr Baxter

My phone vibrated and played a short ringtone. I hadn't yet had chance to set up the phone and choose my own ringtones so this was a pre-set one - the sound of a woman gasping in ecstasy during an orgasm. I'd need to change that if I was going to take my phone with me in public!

Pulling the device out, I unlocked it and checked the screen. There was a message from the president, addressed personally to me:

"Hi Billy, hope you're well and settling into your new lifestyle! We've been doing a bit more research with our special pills and I wondered if you'd be interested in helping us with some testing? I can get a car to pick you up very quickly. Dr B."

Since I had time to kill, I figured, why not? So I replied to say I was willing and sure enough a posh black car pulled up within five or 10 minutes to transport me. It didn't take me back to the hotel - which was good as that was a few hours drive away - but instead to one of the club's secret research stations in a nearby town.

The car dropped me off at a plain looking office building and the driver told me to take the lift to the 5th floor, and to look out for a company called "SB Holdings Ltd". I duly followed the instructions and entered the company's reception area, where a buxom receptionist greeted me with a smile.

"How can I help you?" she asked. I told her I was there to see Dr Baxter and gave my name. She asked me to take a seat in the waiting area, which I did. It was fairly dull, some magazines on a small coffee table all full of boring financial business stuff.

"Billy, great to see you again!" said Dr Baxter as he came to meet me. "Thank you so much for coming, I think you'll find this really interesting. I'm very excited about it. Come on through, come on through." He led me along a short corridor and then into a side room. The room contained a work bench littered with scientific equipment and a sink at one end, and a desk with some papers on it surrounded by a few chairs. There was also another two doors, which were closed, and a large window next to one of the doors through which I could see another room, this one empty except for a large flat slab with a black plastic-covered mattress on top of it - similar to the kind you'd see on a hospital trolley but the size of a king size bed.

"Billy, this is Kevin, one of my assistants," Dr Baxter indicated a man in in his thirties, wearing a lab coat and safety goggles, who nodded politely at me. "Now, we've been working on something rather special which we'd like you to test for us. I can tell you all about it if you like, or if you're happy we can just get on with the experiment and you can see for yourself. We've already done quite a bit of testing and it's perfectly safe, perfectly safe. This is more of a demonstration than a test, really."