Prototype Ch. 02

And so- I settled in for another long wait. At least I get the enjoy the scenery again, I mused as I let my eyes wander over Rachel's body.

"Rachel. Hey, Rachel," I whispered forcefully as I gently shook her shoulders from beside her.

"Wha- what?" She turned her head to face me, the fog clearing slowly from her eyes. "Do you need something?"

I smiled at her. "No. But I'm fairly sure you need to check in, don't you?"

"Not till midnight," She said, sure of herself. Then she reached for her phone on the desk. "I've still got... holy shit! It's a quarter till!" She turned back towards the screen, an almost blissed look of disbelief on her face. "I would have sworn..."

"I know- time flies, right? You seemed to be enjoying it though, so I didn't want to stop you." I didn't even have to lie, either. After the first 40 minutes or so she had developed a small smile and would periodically sigh softly. Observations I had noted for entirely scientific reasons having nothing to do with the way it made her breasts swell against her dress. "I really appreciate the help with my project, Rachel. How do you feel?"

"Pretty good, actually." She said with a small smile. "I don't know what the hell that was, but it certainly seemed... engaging. I feel like I could solve Sudoku puzzles in my sleep."

You just might at that, I thought, but didn't voice it out loud.

"Better check in though, right? I suppose that means there's no time for that blowjob, eh?" I tried to look crestfallen. "I don't know if I could afford it anyway, not with all the extra I've already forked over for tonight. But it was worth it. For the project."

She eyed me up for a moment as she raised her phone to enter a number. "We'll see," was all she said before she dialed. The look she gave me said she had already made up her mind though, as she all but devoured me with her eyes.

I made note of it in my mental journal- for Science, of course.

"This is Rachel. Just checking in... Yeah, leaving now. I'll swing by in the morning before classes." She said.

My heart rate, already elevated enough by the way she was still looking at me, had just skipped a beat. She was lying to them, or at least it seemed like it. She wasn't making any move to get up and leave. My breath caught in my throat as her hosiery clad foot slipped up the inside of my leg. No- she definitely wasn't leaving anytime soon.

"Got it. As usual." She said, her smile becoming even more sensual as she watched my face flush with her flirtation. "No. He was ever the gentleman." Her foot was squarely on my crotch now, rubbing against my cock as it hardened to a rather uncomfortable rock beneath my pants. It was all I could do to stand still for her without interrupting her conversation with a moan.

"Oh, I would definitely see him again if he asked, yes," She said, then slid a finger into her mouth and wrapped her luscious lips around it as she slowly pulled it out. Until she had to say something again, of course. "Can do. Until next time."

Taking only the briefest moments to ensure the call was over, she tossed her phone onto the bed a few feet behind me. Next I knew she had leaned forward and all but dragged me closer to her on the chair- her hand sliding down the front of my pants to trace the outline of my cock as it tried to escape its confinement.

"Oh my god," I couldn't help but blurt out. She had always known how to turn on the sex appeal before but this level of intensity was something new, at least with me. She seemed hungry for me in a way I wasn't quite ready for.

"Poor thing," She cooed, pressing her hand against the length of my cock and sliding it up and down. It's not like she hadn't seen it before, and I knew I was fairly average as far as length or girth, but still, in any other situation I would have, uhm- adjusted myself long before this.

Without any further ado she unzipped my pants and reached in. I could feel the warmth of her hand wrap around the length of my cock as she pulled it free. Then, she leaned a bit forward and tilted her head to look up at me.

"This is so fucking hot, Rachel," I stammered. "Please suck my cock?"

She slowly ran her warm, moist tongue up the length of my shaft, circling the tip just once before she stopped. "I thought you said you couldn't afford it."

Was she mocking me? I wondered. After all that had happened I was almost sure the fragments were working. I tried to think straight, but it was hard at the time- if you'll forgive the pun. I was almost certain I had put something about free blowjobs in her training. Hadn't I?

"I... I'm sure I could find the cash..." I managed through the confusion. I wasn't really thinking much about the experiment anymore. I just wanted her mouth wrapped around my cock. If I had to fork over another $100 for it, so be it.

"Tell you what- how about I give you this one for free." She said, the words sounding almost like a holy choir in my ear as whatever parts of my brain were still thinking purely rationally started to rejoice.

It was working!

Then her lips wrapped around my cock and started to swallow more and more of its length. Each time she pulled back she left more slick and wet flesh behind to ease the next trip back into the warm, moist hole of her mouth.

"Oh... god..." I moaned as my legs wobbled beneath me. "Oh, fuck, Rachel... that's so good."

She was a pro at this- my legs were already beginning to wobble under assault. The way her tongue ran circles around the head of my cock as she pulled back felt amazing. Waves of pleasure passed up my spine with the pressure of her hand as she followed her lips up and down its length with each bob of her head.

"I'm going to... to cum," I was panting within what seemed just a few minutes.

"Oh no you're not. Not fucking yet." She said forcefully as she stopped all of her attentions and pushed me back towards the bed. "Take those pants off, Benjamin. I'm not through with you yet." In what seemed an almost fluid motion her dress was off of her as she followed me.

The removal of my pants was nowhere near as practiced, but I still managed to be ready for her as her lithe form crawled up over me onto the bed. I had an utterly amazing view of her breasts in a tight black lace bra as she arched her back into a sitting position, with a leg on either side of me.

"You've always loved my tits, haven't you Benjamin," She asked me as she crushed them together with her hands. I couldn't help but wonder what my cock would look like disappearing into the flesh between them.

"They're gorgeous, Rachel. I'd love to see them." I said, with as much bravado as I could muster.

She arched an eyebrow at me but smiled devilishly all the same. "Play your cards right and maybe you will. But you know the rules. And you're already getting a free blowjob." She teased me. "But you can dream, baby. You can imagine your cock, sliding up and down between these beautiful tits. I bet it would feel so good..." She all but moaned, sucking on a finger until it made popping sound as it left her mouth.

"You keep that up and I'm going to cum without the blowjob," I threatened her.

"Oh, no" She all but purred. "We can't have that. What would the other girls think?" She slowly lowered herself half off the bed once more and brought her lips back down to engulf the length of my shaft.

"Oh fuck!" I moaned in response as she started humming inside her mouth, slowly increasing the pace of her mouth bobbing up and down.

She took her time for a few minutes more, but it was getting to be more than I could manage to keep everything under control. "I'm going... to..."

She tightened her grip- her fingers circling the base of my shaft and sliding them up and down just in front her lips. Each warning I tried to utter only brought forth more moans as she pushed me there even faster.

With a gasping intake of breath, my back arched and I came in her mouth. It was one of the best orgasms I had experienced in quite a long time.

"My god, that was amazing," I managed to say once I had caught my breath and she had returned from her usual trip to the bathroom to dispose of my cum. She had yet to ever swallow.

"I'm sure you'd say that for every free blowjob you got from an escort," She commented, but from the way she had returned to run her hands up and down my thighs for a bit, instead of just putting her dress back on and waiting for payment- I didn't think she meant it as an insult.

"I mean it, seriously." I said, leaning up from the bed to get a good look at her. "You really helped me out with my, uhm... my project."

She was smiling warmly up at me, her skin almost glowing and her lips still a bright red to match the discarded dress on the floor. She must have touched them up in the bathroom, I realized.

"Sure thing," She said. "It was fun. Whatever it was."

"Think you'd be willing to do it again? I could really use a few more readings." I pushed. My head was clearer now, and I had a much better recall of what I had put into her training.

Rachel turned, considering the machine for a few moments. "Yeah, sure." She said almost noncommittally. "Not like it was hard, and it did feel pretty good." Then she patted my leg and reached for her dress as she stood. "I'd better get out of her for real though. If they had any idea I was sticking around after I told them I was gone I'd get in serious trouble. Liability or some such bullshit."

I nodded, scrambling to find my pants and follow suit. "Hey," I started to ask her as she was walking for the door. I was following behind like a lost puppy. "I know it's against the rules, but... you think I could have your private number? Maybe set up a session that didn't set me back quite so much?"

She looked at me quizzically for a moment- the briefest moment of hesitation plainly visible on her face. "A girl's gotta pay the bills too, you know." She said defensively, even as I noticed she had pulled a pen free of her purse.

"Not like that," I tried to defuse her concern. "I meant for another session with the machine."

"Oh." I could see her expression clear almost instantly. "Sure," She said, grasping my arm and writing a cell number on the palm of my hand. "That I can do. No sweat."

Her phone number was on my hand. Her private number. It had worked. All of them had worked. "How about tomorrow night," I asked suddenly- unaware I was even going to do it until the words were already out of my mouth. "Another reading I mean," I tried to cover when the doubt almost immediately crept back into her face. "It would really help with my project."

"I, uhm..." She thought for a moment as she absently put the pen back into her purse. "Yeah, I guess. Sure. If I'm not busy."

"Deal." I said, nearly unable to hide my excitement.

Rachel just smiled, my youthful exuberance seeming to disarm her once more. "Don't get too excited there, skippy. I'll see you later."

I closed the door behind her. "You'll be seeing a lot of me, and I'll be seeing a lot more of you I think," I said as I nearly collapsed on my bed. As an afterthought I saved her number in my contact list. I wasn't going to get a full night's sleep again tonight, and after last night I was going to be more than a bit sluggish at work in the morning.

I would have plenty of time to think as I swept the floors, I knew. At least this time I had the energy and forethought to get undressed. Again.