With a half-truth, inviting her in

"I'm alright, Emma! Just...made a little mess of things in here." She said, not exactly lying, just...leaving out some important details. She quickly stuffed the marker in her pocket, realising just how uncomfortable the feeling was of all that thick cum staining her clothes from the inside. She was not going to get anywhere like this. But she couldn't just get Emma to help either. Then again...

...That thing between her legs throbbed as if it had a heartbeat of its own, pumping and pulsing the last spurts of its first orgasm, making the researcher lightheaded and somewhat foolish. She'd always been somewhat fond of Emma. Poor woman, so eager to please, such a sweet thing. The thought of stuffing her with her new cock flashed in front of her eyes like an overwhelming directive. She bit her lips, but not before adding to her words: "You can come in if you like."

Emma, always ready when she was needed stepped inside. She was in informal dress as was often the case, black boots, black stockings, black miniskirt, tanktop, and so on. She was rocking the most cliché goth-fit anyone in this field had ever seen, shouldercut pitchblack hair, lips and nails and eyeliner matching. She never grew out of that 'phase' of her life and her superior was more than happy with the look that created. Emma was blessed in all the right places. Unblemished skin, just enough fat to cushion out her curves, her tits pushing the boundaries of what's acceptable.

Evelynn's cock swelled at the allure of seeing her. It would have been a herculean task to resist the marker's potential, doubly so when it came to making Emma help her predicament.

"Sit." Evelynn said, pointing at a stray chair in front of her desk. "I got something to show you."