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"Just wait a sec, Jessica," you say pleadingly. "Let me explain, then I'll go."

She pockets her mobile phone and glances at you in mock attentiveness. "Okay."

"I apologize if I gave the impression that I was fooling you. This experiment was not supposed to be tested publicly, yet."

"Then why did you?" she says, pulling out her phone.

"I assumed that since we were friends... we go way back in grade school... that I could trust you."

"You consider me your friend? After what I did to you in grade school?!" she says with a look of surprise. "You know what, I hated you for calling me 'FAT'!"

"I didn't call you fat!" you reply, noticing her left hand moving up her breast unconsciously, and giving it a slight squeeze. You glance at your watch. Fifteen minutes had passed.

"I really don't know what I should feel towards you," she says, her face betraying a mix of emotions. By now, both of her hands were busy pinching her nipples through the thin fabric of her cami. "Come with me to my office," she calls, as she walks hurriedly to a door on the far end of the room.

"I think you should follow her, sir," says a soft voice on your right. You notice a salesclerk sitting on a high stool, her fingers rubbing her crotch through her form-fitting mini. "Although I'd wish you'd stay with me."

You realize that the salesclerk must have also inhaled the fumes of experiment #5. You head for Jessica's office, but notice the salesclerk following closely behind. You open the office door and are greeted with the sight of Jessica sitting on her desk. Her cami and bra are haphazardly draped on the arm of the chair and her jeans are halfway around her knees. She is vigorously fingering herself through her yellow cotton panties. "Know what, Nick, I completely hate you but I want you to fuck me now!"

Jessica's face shows a sudden change in emotion as she notices the salesclerk behind you. You are not sure how things will play out as you realize that you have failed to isolate the subjects of your experiment. The nuances of the different experimental designs you have come across take a back seat as you feel the soft fingers of the salesclerk squeezing your hard-on through the fabric of your trousers.