As hard as you try, it appears Captain Simmons has sucked you dry almost literally. Damn, she's hot and ready to go too- you can see the moisture glistening in the light of her quarters.
"I'm going to need a few minutes. Your husband must have been very happy."
"Yes he was. That's a very diplomatic way of complimenting my cocksucking, by the way."
"Figured you deserved better, for a moment there I thought I was going to pass out."
"So you're done for the night?" she asks, not quite pouting but probably would if she wasn't so military.
"Have to see. Tell me more about Blue-A3, think it's a good idea?"
"Not a big fan of any drug, but not bad. As I understand you may tone up a bit, you'll be a bit more aggressive, your cock gets a little bigger, and you make double to triple the sperm you normally make. Assuming of course you don't miss your weekly injection." she explains, getting back into business a little as she puts on a t-shirt and shorts. You feel bad for leaving her high and dry like this.
"What happens then?"
"Cramping, sweating, irritability, lowered sperm count, stuff like that. You'll have to ask the doc to learn more."
"Think she's busy?"
"Yep, but on your bloodwork so if anyone can interrupt it would be you."
You feel incredibly guilty, but if you can't get it up there's nothing you can do about it for now.
"Come with me."
"Pardon."
"I still want to make you a mom, I'm just going to need help."
"Taps is in an hour, I'm going to need a full night's sleep for tomorrow's arrangements. I do run this place you know."
"I know, I don't know where the Doc is for starters, and if I happen to become ready somewhere along the way. . ."
"Hmm. . ." |