He sure has.

There was a long pause before either of them spoke.

"So, Andrew," Erica said. She nonchalantly leaned back against the wall and crossed her arms under her tits. "What can I do for you?"

"Blowjob," he croaked. Erica smiled and started pulling her hair back.

"Of course," she said. "Managing to deactivate me must have been difficult, and I have no idea how you actually got a new script for me." She got to her knees and began pulling her hair back into a ponytail.

"Madison's a golem too," Andrew blurted. Now that he was alone with the professor, he was suddenly nervous. "She got us into the lab and wrote the scripts."

"Ah," the professor said. "I suppose she's currently doing something like this for Ross." She unzipped his shorts and his cock sprung free, almost hitting her in the face. She gave a self-deprecating chuckle.

"How clumsy of me," she joked. "Now, you might feel a slight tingle."

She wrapped her hand around the base of Andrew's shaft and darted forward, instantly taking the entirety of it into her mouth. Andrew's vision narrowed and he yelped with a rush of pleasure.

Erica detached her face from his midsection long enough to chide him. "Quiet," she said before resuming her work. Andrew barely registered that she had spoken; despite claims he'd been making since junior high, this was his first blowjob. He slouched backward into one of the cheap office chairs behind him.

"That feels so fucking good," he gasped.

"Uh nuh," she replied.

"What?"

She disengaged again and gave him an annoyed look. "I know. Do you want a conversation or a blowjob?"

Once again Andrew was left staring at her rhythmically swaying ponytail as she lit up nerves he never knew he had. He was groaning inarticulately, staring up at the ceiling that suddenly seemed very... spinny. Andrew felt like he was in a wind tunnel. He looked up at the ceiling and grunted hard, feeling his seed spurt into Erica's mouth. He croaked out a soft "thank you" before his eyes rolled up and his body went limp.