Sex For Science’s Sake

Girl volunteers for a sensory enhancement program

Based on a post by asadama. Listen to the Podcast at My First Time.

Meet Deana.

Deana volunteers to test a membrane that she hopes will allow her to experience an orgasm. To her surprise the membeane does much more. She is asked to join the membrane development program, to work with them to make the product commercially viable. The series will also contain stories about other people involved in the project and the ways in which the membrane impacts their lives.
The offer.

The advertisement on the student union bulletin board was easy to overlook; plain, black type on white paper; tucked into the lower right corner, and almost hidden by a large orange and black poster announcing a Hallowe'en dance hosted by one of the sororities.

"Volunteers wanted for research project in sensory enhancement. Applicants must be 18 years or older." A phone number was attached.

Deana scanned the rest of the bulletin board, but nothing interesting caught her eye. She came back to the little advertisement in the corner, opened her phone and took a picture of the phone number, then hurried off to her first class of the day.

As she approached the lecture hall where her second year organic chemistry class was scheduled she was met by a crowd of students coming out the open door. She recognized a face and called out, "What's going on?"

"Class is canceled today," the girl called back. "Professor Stevenson is sick."

Deana sighed. She had almost three hours to kill until her next class, and she didn't feel like hanging out at the cafeteria and drinking coffee. She sat down on a nearby bench and opened her phone. The picture she'd just taken glared at her. Why not? Just to find out what it's about.

Deana copied the phone number and pasted it into her number pad. She listened to two rings, then started to hang up. "Physiology Department," a female voice answered. "This is Janice. How can I help you?"

"Uh, hi, Janice. This number was on an ad for volunteers for a sensory enhancement study?"

"Oh. Yes. Just a moment. I'll transfer you."

A moment later another female voice sounded in her ear. "Teresa speaking. How can I help you?"

Deana repeated her query about the advertisement. "Oh, yes!" Teresa responded. "Do you have a couple of hours right now?"

"I suppose so," Deana replied uncertainly. "But I was really just wondering what this study is about?"

"Of course," Teresa voice came back. "Are you somewhere private?"

"Uh, no," Deana admitted. "I'm sitting on a bench in the hallway of the Chemistry building."

"I see. The thing is; the subject matter of this study is a little sensitive. You've got questions, and we'll have questions, and the answers might get a little intimate. If you just come next door to the Faculty of Medicine, the receptionist will guide you to us, and we can have a nice comfortable chat in private."

Deana didn't have anything else to do and she was curious. "Okay. I'll see you soon, then."
Interview.

Ten minutes later she found herself in a comfortable chair, with a hot cup of tea, sitting opposite Teresa; an attractive woman in her mid-twenties, casually dressed in jeans and a sweatshirt.

"You want to know what this study is about," Teresa began.

Deana nodded.

"Well, to begin with, we're looking at a way of enhancing the pleasure you might feel from tactile inputs."

"Touching?" Deana asked.

"Yes."

"Sexual touching?" Deana ventured.

Teresa smiled. "That's the eventual aim, yes. Is that something you might be interested in?"

"Um." A cascade of troubled memories flooded Deana's mind.

She was a good-looking, healthy young woman, but at almost twenty-one years of age Deana had yet to have an orgasm; not with her own hands, not at the hands of her boyfriends, not even with a lesbian girlfriend. Her parents had been open with her about sex, and she'd overheard enough joyous sounds from their lovemaking sessions to know her mother didn't have that problem.

Teresa saw the blush on Deana's face. She leaned forward and took Deana's hands in hers. "You're not alone, you know. If we're successful, our program could help a lot of people with concerns like yours."

Deana shook her head. "I just... I don't get excited. I mean it feels nice... touching myself... being touched by someone else. But... nothing happens."

Teresa nodded. "Our program is working on a new method to bring on the response you're looking for."

"A drug?" Deana asked.

Teresa shook her head. "No, nothing like that. Do you know what a monomolecular layer is?"

"Um, sort of?"

Teresa nodded. "Essentially it's a membrane that's only a single molecule thick. We've developed a membrane that might be able to enhance your tactile sense."

"My sense of touch? Would that really help?"

"There are a number of reasons why you might not respond to intimate touching. We believe that increasing the pleasure you feel from being touched might overcome a significant barrier."

"Oh? That sounds interesting."

"Would you be willing to let us test such a membrane on you?"

"I... I think so."

Teresa smiled warmly. "Wonderful! But first, we need you to answer some questions. Would that be okay?"

"Sure."

"Alright." Teresa picked up a tablet and turned it on. "Your name and age."

"Deana Darlington. Twenty."

"You appear to be female. Do you identify as female?"

"Um, yes."

"Sexual preference?"

"Uh; I'm not sure. I started dating when I was sixteen. I've had boyfriends, but nothing really serious. But my best friend in the world is Mark. I've known him forever; he lives next door to me; and he... um... we lost our virginity together."
About Mark.

Deana and Mark had the same birthday in August. When they turned eighteen they told everyone that they didn't want a party or anything; that they were just going to hang out together. It was a really hot day, and they were alone at her house, in her bedroom, trying to get relief from the heat. Mark took off his shirt, leaving him just in his shorts. 'Why is it okay for boys to take off their shirts, but not girls,' Deana complained. 'We have the right to cool down, too.'

Mark had shrugged. 'I don't know, Deana. Go ahead and take off your shirt if you want. I don't care.'

Deana didn't hesitate; she took off her t-shirt and then, after a glare at Mark's bare chest, removed her bra. Mark had grinned at her and challenged 'Shorts, too,' and stepped out of his, keeping on his white cotton briefs. Deana quickly stripped off her shorts, then mischievously upped the challenge; 'and underpants.'

Matching action to words, she stood in front of him naked. After a brief hesitation Mark got naked as well. They eyed each other curiously before sitting down on the bed, a comfortable distance apart.

Deana stared as Mark's cock swelled and grew hard and erect. 'That's neat!' she breathed, in awe. 'Does that mean you think I'm sexy?'

Mark blushed. 'Umm, yeah; I guess.'

Deana reached her hand out towards Mark's groin. "Can I touch it?"

Mark swallowed. 'Oh, okay.'

Deana touched her fingers to the soft, pink skin covering his swollen shaft. Gathering her courage she leaned forward and circled her fingers around it. Mark gasped in pleasure.

'You like that?'

Mark nodded, 'Uh-huh.'

She slid her hand back and forth, and giggled as Mark moaned in delight. Moving beside him, Deana pumped her hand up and down. It only took a few minutes for Mark to ejaculate, gasping and crying. Deana laughed in glee, feeling unaccountably proud of what she'd done.

He used her bathroom to clean up, then came back to sit on the bed. 'Is it okay if I touch you?'

Deana blushed. 'Okay.' She lay back and opened her legs, letting him see between.

Mark explored her carefully, his fingers curious and gentle. Deana liked the feeling of him touching her. It felt nice, but nothing more. She'd hoped to feel what Mark had felt when she touched him.

'Mark, nothing's happening.' She sat up and pointed to his erect cock. 'Maybe if you put that inside me?'

'You mean; have sex with you?'

'Uh-huh. It's our eighteenth birthday. Let's do it.'

'Um, I don't have any protection.'

'You can feel when you're about to shoot, right?'

"Uh-huh.'

'Then just do that on my tummy; not inside.'

She lay back; Mark positioned himself above her and awkwardly pushed in. Deana let out a yelp of pain, and Mark stopped.

'No, don't stop. I'm a virgin, remember. I think it's supposed to hurt a little.'

'Are you sure? I don't want to hurt you.'

'I'm sure. I want to do this.'

Mark eased in and started pumping. Deana tried to ignore the discomfort. She'd hoped that having sex would get her excited, but it didn't seem to be working. Seeing the pleasure on Mark's face, she decided to hold on until he was finished. His movements inside her became more frenzied, and suddenly he pulled out and collapsed on her, gasping and moaning, his cock pulsing against her belly, making it wet and sticky.
Interview, continued.

"Mark climaxed, but not me," Deana told her.

"How did you feel, having sex with him?"

"Well, it hurt a bit, but I didn't mind that. I liked seeing his pleasure, and that I could do that to him."

"Oral sex?"

Deana blushed. "Not with Mark, no."

Teresa nodded and made some notes. "Have you been checked out medically?"

Deana nodded. "Yes, several times. I've got no physical abnormalities and my hormone levels are all within normal parameters. One doctor suggested I try anti-anxiety medication, but I haven't."

"Masturbation? Sex toys? Alcohol? Drugs?"

"Tried them all. Touching myself feels pleasant, and so do vibrators, but that's all. And booze and weed don't do anything for me."

She'd tried last summer, again with her best friend, Mark. She'd talked with him about her inability to orgasm, and they'd tried smoking a joint together. They'd got giggly and silly, and he had touched her, but she hadn't got aroused. One night when her parents were away, she'd picked up a cheap bottle of booze and invited Mark over. 'Maybe I've got some deep-seated inhibition that's stopping me from having orgasms,' she'd said to him. 'I'm going to get good and drunk, and you're going to have sex with me. Whatever you want to do; I don't care. Just... let me know how it goes tomorrow.'

The next day she had a ferocious hangover, and between her legs was very sore. 'Did anything happen?' she asked Mark that afternoon. 'You downed half the bottle,' he told her, 'and you were really out of it' He looked apologetic. 'Please don't ask me to do anything like that again. I did what you asked and I banged you as long as I could. You just lay there. Just so you know I used a condom and I did get off, but it wasn't a lot of fun.'

"Have you had any sexual experiences with girls?"

Deana nodded, her face pink. "Uh-huh. Mark and I talked a lot about why I couldn't orgasm. He suggested I see if I'd be more successful trying it with a girl."

A former classmate of Deana's, Joanne, had once confided that she was attracted to her. Deana had approached her, asking if she wanted to get together. She was terrified when Jo said yes, but they agreed to split the rent of a motel room, and spend the night together. When Jo made the first move, initiating a tender kiss, Deana dived in, and soon they were naked together. Deana still reminisced about the feeling of Jo's naked body wrapped around hers.

"So I did, and it was nice; very nice; but nothing happened then, either. For me at least."

"Oral sex with her?

"Yes."

"And how did you feel about that?"

"Her tongue on me felt nice, but she couldn't make me come. I enjoyed doing that to her. Her orgasm was amazing, but all it did was make me realize how much I was missing."

"So you'd be equally fine being paired with a man or a woman?"

"Paired?"

"At this stage we're mostly just collecting data, so we pair our volunteers randomly. We ask each pairing to touch each other, and we collect the data that is generated."

"So I could be paired with anyone; man or woman, gay or straight? And we just touch each other? Sexually?"

"Touch each other, yes. Sexually? We're not asking you to. It's completely up to the couple if they want to or not. Our focus right now is just simple touching; hands, face, arms and shoulders, maybe the chest. You'll both be naked, of course. The monolayer right now is a little fragile, and clothing might compromise it. You'll be wearing contact lenses that will blur the features of whomever you're paired with, so you won't be able to recognize him afterwards.

"We encourage you to talk to each other, but we ask that you don't give away personal information. The rooms are like small hotel rooms, and they are very dimly lit. You'll introduce yourself using a name we give you, and then decide how you will begin. It might be with a hand to the face, or shoulder, or arm; perhaps a kiss. How you proceed is up to each pairing. It's quite possible that nothing will happen; you won't feel anything from the touch. We hope, though that something will happen, that you will feel enough to explore further. But as I said, how far you might go is up to you."

"So you'll be recording us? Cameras? Microphones?"

"No. We will have someone monitoring you, just to make sure that everyone is safe and comfortable. If anything happens that we think is unsafe or not appropriate, we'll stop it immediately.

"The monomolecular membrane does collect data that we record. The monolayer covers all of your skin, including your orifices; vagina, anus, ureter, ear canals, nostrils. We even ask you to drink some to coat your mouth, tongue, and throat. The monolayer amplifies the touch sensations and simultaneously collects the electrical impulses from your skin. We attach a tiny transmitter to you that broadcasts the signals from the monolayer to a receiver. The monolayer also completely protects the integrity of the skin."

"So; no viruses or bacteria can get in. No possibility of catching anything."

"Correct. Also no chance of getting pregnant."

"Pregnant? I thought you said no sexual touching."

Teresa's voice softened. "We're not asking you to touch erotically, but we don't limit you. If a pairing decides mutually that they want to explore, we don't stop them." She leaned forward conspiratorially. "I shouldn't be telling you this; although our results so far are promising, we've only had two or three pairings that actually became intimate."

Deana felt vaguely disappointed. "So this is a one-time thing? I enter your experiment, you collect the data, and I never hear from you again?"

Teresa pursed her lips. "Most of the time, yes, that's right. We've been testing and modifying for two years now, and so far we've found four people who demonstrate a strong affinity for the monolayers. We use them quite frequently, and we're always looking for more people who respond well."

"How many people have you tested so far?"

"I think we're up to twelve hundred." Teresa tapped some keys on her tablet. "That's all the information I need. Do you have any questions?"

Deana shook her head. "Not right now."

"Okay. Now I just have to make sure you understand. You will be naked through the whole process, and you will be seen naked by other people. Are you alright with that?"

Deana thought of herself as fairly open about nudity She had few reservations about her body. Many people had told her she was gorgeous; some even commented she looked like Marilyn Monroe. She was above average height, almost five foot six, and well-built, with fair skin, brown hair that passed her shoulders, and blue eyes. She followed a weight-training regimen to keep herself in shape. Her tits were her best feature, the first thing that men's eyes focused on, although her hips, bottom and legs were not far behind. Her stomach and abdomen were flat and firm, and her waist was small. Her pubic hair had come in a light ginger, and she kept it neatly trimmed.

"Yes, I think so," she answered.

"Well, then, let's get you started."

"Now?"

"A volunteer who was supposed to be here this morning hasn't showed up, so we have an empty slot. You said you had two hours to spare. It won't take longer than that. Are you having second thoughts?"

"Uh, no."

"Good. I'll just ask you to sign a few consent forms. There's also a non-disclosure agreement."

It took about ten minutes for Deana to go through the forms. Teresa collected the papers from her. "Are you wearing contact lenses?"

"No," Deana replied.

"Do you have your period?"

"No."

"Okay. Then I'll ask you to please remove your clothes, and leave them here. Our technicians are waiting just inside the door behind me,"

Deana took a deep breath and quickly removed her green, turtleneck sweater, her sneakers and socks, then her blue jeans, Underneath she had on a pink camisole and matching bikini panties. Her full tits were firm and well-supported, enough that she didn't need a bra. It took only another moment to remove her undergarments and stand naked in front of Teresa.

Teresa opened the door for her. "Good luck."

"Thank you."
The experiment.

Deana found herself in a large room with tiled walls and floor, the floor sloping slightly inwards to a large drain. Surrounding the drain was a raised, semi-circular dais. Three female technicians were waiting for her, dressed in skin-tight, hooded wet suits. Masks and goggles hid their faces.

"We need you to stand on the platform," said the woman in the orange and black wet suit.

The other two; one in red and green, the other in blue and pink; assisted her onto the dais.

"Stand with your feet well apart, and your arms outstretched at shoulder height," instructed orange/black.

Deana did as she asked.

"This is no reflection on your personal hygiene," said the technician, "but we have to specially clean your skin before we apply the monolayer."

All three of them took spray hoses and dowsed Deana with a warm, pleasant-smelling spray, and dried her off with warm air. The techs then equipped themselves with bright yellow sprayers.

"We need you to close your eyes and open your mouth," the orange/black wet suit told her. "We are going to apply this everywhere. Some of it might feel a bit weird."

Deana felt a tingle as the spray hit her skin, but it wasn't unpleasant. She had some momentary discomfort when spray went up her nose and into her ears. Her arms, legs, and torso were dealt with quickly, and she obediently lifted her legs one at a time so they could coat the soles of her feet. The blue and pink tech knelt in front of her between her legs.

"This is going to feel quite intimate," she said to Deana, "but it shouldn't be uncomfortable. Please let me know when the stream hits your cervix."

Deana had undergone a number of pectoral exams trying to determine the reason for her sexual non-responsiveness, so she steeled herself for something similar. To her surprise the warm stream of liquid invading her cunt felt quite pleasant. She shivered as the stream struck her cervix.

"Ah, I found it, didn't I?" the blue and pink tech giggled.

Deana was surprised. "Is that what that was?"

"That little shiver you felt; I think you're connecting to the monolayer already. That's a good sign."

They finished spraying her. The red and green suited tech gave her a cup with some liquid in it. "Drink this. It's not bad tasting."

It actually wasn't much different from warm water, and Deana swallowed it down.

The orange/black tech held up her forefinger, showing Deana what looked like a small sequin. "This lets us record signals from your suit. I'm just going to stick it to your belly button."

"Okay," the tech said when she was done. "Let's test you out. Touch your left hand with your right."

Deana did as she was told; the feeling of her fingers against her skin felt more intense than she was used to. The tech nodded. "Good. Now touch your tit and nipple."

Deana almost gasped at the sudden surge of pleasure, seeming to reach deep down inside her.

"One more," said the tech. "Touch your clitoris."

The feeling was much, much more than anything she'd felt before. "Wow!" she gasped.

The tech grinned. "You're having really strong reactions. That's good. We don't get very many like you." She picked up a small case. "Teresa told you about the contact lenses, right?"

Deana nodded.

"Good. I'm just going to put these in your eyes. Please hold still."

She was both gentle and efficient, and the lenses only gave her a moment's discomfort. She blinked, trying to focus her eyes, but the outlines of the techs had all become blurry.

The orange/black tech pointed out a door on the opposite side of the room. "The test chamber is there. Your pairing should be ready any minute. Your name is 'Alice'."

Butterflies unsettled Deana's stomach as she stepped through the doorway into the dimly-lit room. The door closed behind her and she looked around. A bed and two chairs occupied most of the room. The floor was covered in what appeared to be a light green shag carpet. At that moment the door on the other side of the bed opened and a figure stepped in. The door closed behind him.

Him! It was definitely a man. Deana resisted the impulse to cover her intimate parts with her hands. She took a few steps to stand at the end of the bed. After a moment the man positioned himself opposite her and offered his hand. "Brian," he introduced himself.

"Uh, Alice." Deana took his hand in hers.

A wave of disorientation washed through her. For a moment she thought she was going to pass out. She could feel his hand in hers; warm, dry, firm. But it seemed as though she could feel her own hand in his hand; as though she was experiencing his sensations.

She took her hand away, and the feeling faded. That was strange. "May I touch your face?" she asked.

"Of course," Brian replied. His voice was a resonant baritone.

Deana reached out and rested her fingers on his cheek. Again her senses swam as she felt his skin; slightly bristly and warm under her fingers; and at the same time felt soft fingers against her own rough cheek. She pulled her hand away.

"My I touch yours?" Brian asked.

Deana nodded assent. The gentle touch of his fingers felt nice. But simultaneous with his touch was the silky softness of her skin under her own fingertips. The confusion passed quickly this time; her brain was learning to separate the conflicting inputs.

Brian dropped his hands. "What do you want to do next?" he asked

Deana shook her head. "I'm feeling some things I never have before, and I'd like to investigate a little more, if you don't mind."

"I don't mind at all," Brian replied. "I'm enjoying this."

"Is it okay if we keep alternating? I'm not sure I'm ready for simultaneous touching."

"That's fine by me," Brian agreed. "Just don't touch me anywhere you don't want to be touched."

Deana used both hands this time, starting with Brian's neck and shoulders, then moving to his chest. His pectorals were nicely developed and she cupped his flat nipples with her palms. She barely managed to suppress a gasp; as his nipples stiffened and hardened at her touch, her own nipples tingled and puckered, She felt a stirring of excitement in her belly.

Deana dropped her hands. "Your turn," she murmured.

Brian followed her example, tracing both his hands over her neck and shoulders, then moving to her chest. He took his time exploring her and Deana found herself really enjoying the feel of his hands, feeling the excitement he was stirring inside her.

She kissed him. He kissed back. Her lips feeling his; her/his lips feeling hers. She pushed closer, her body touching his, feeling his warmth and her own. Gradually she became aware of a completely novel sensation. It felt as though her clitoris had grown immensely and was hard and hot and swollen. And a warm pressure as though she had to pee.

She broke the kiss, involuntarily looking down. As she did, Brian's swollen cock came into view, trapped against her belly. Is that what I'm feeling; his cock getting hard?

She pushed away from him. "Brian, I'm sorry! I have to stop!"

"Are you sure? You were getting pretty excited."

"I know! I've never felt that before. I... I need to process what just happened. But thank you. If we're ever paired together again..." She left the rest unsaid.

Brian's voice was disappointed. "It's okay. You take care." And he turned and left the room.

Deana shakily sat on the bed. The weird feeling in her clitoris had gone, but it still tingled. She touched herself and was shocked to feel how wet she was. That's what it's like to get aroused!

After a few more minutes she left. The three techs were waiting to wash her once more.

Inside the first room, Teresa was waiting with her tablet. Deana sat down, ignoring her clothes.

"How are you feeling?" Teresa asked.

"I'm not sure," Deana answered. "Touching... Brian... I got excited. I've never felt that before. It scared me and I had to stop. I'm upset with myself because I know he was excited, too, and I was too afraid to help him do anything about it." She stopped and stared at Teresa. "Teresa, I think I was feeling what he was feeling!"

Teresa nodded. "That's what our readings were telling us, too. Quite frankly, that was a surprise. It's not anything we were expecting. So..." Teresa took a breath. "We definitely want to work with you some more, using this current model of the monolayer. We'll pair you with some other subjects to see if this was unique to you and... Brian."

She handed Deana an envelope. "This is to reimburse you for your time assisting us today. We'll talk about a more permanent arrangement after we get the results of our next test."

Deana peeked inside the envelope and saw five twenty dollar bills. "Next test? When?"

"This evening. Seven o'clock," Teresa responded. "We'll need you here at six-thirty to get you ready."

Throughout the day Deana's thoughts kept returning to what she'd felt in that small room with Brian. At the time it had been overwhelming, but the more Deana relived it, the less intimidating it became.
Second Experiment.

At six-thirty she was back in the basement of the Faculty of Medicine, where the project's offices and labs were located. Teresa met her at the bottom of the stairs with a bright smile, and ushered her into the small office where everything had started that morning.

"We have another pairing for you," Teresa informed her. "We decided to change as little as possible, so you'll be with another young man. Everything else will be the same. You'll be 'Alice' again and he will be 'Blake'. The techs are ready for you, so if you'll get out of your clothes..."

Deana felt her heart pounding as she got undressed. What if it doesn't work this time? What if I don't feel anything? That it was just a fluke.

It was hard to tell, but Deana thought the three technicians were the same as in the morning. They wore the same wet suits, and their size and physiques seemed to be the same. The procedure went exactly as it had in the morning.

The orange and black-suited tech glued the tiny transmitter to her belly button and inserted her contact lenses. "Good luck."

It took a moment for Deana's eyes to adjust to the dim lighting in the room. Blake was already there, standing at the end of the bed. He waited for her to approach him, then extended his hand. "Blake," he said. He had a mild, tenor voice.

"Alice," Deana replied, and took his hand.

Blake's hand was strong and callused. He was larger than Brian had been, and Deana judged that he'd done a fair amount of heavy labor. Her hand was soft and warm in his. It's working!

She caressed his face; his beard was heavy, and quite scratchy. Her hand felt warm on his cheek. Then Blake's hand on her cheek; her smooth, silky skin under her fingers. No disorientation this time.

Deana's hands explored his neck and shoulders. Her hands moved to his chest; sought out his nipples amid the thatch of hair, felt them stiffen under her fingers, felt them pucker on her chest. On his turn Blake's thumbs and fingers rolled her nipples, tweaking them into sharp attention, the warm, firm swell of her tits soft against his/her palms.

She knew he was getting hard, but she couldn't feel it. Kiss him! She stepped close to him, skin against skin, and pressed her lips to his. He returned the kiss avidly, his arms wrapping around her, pulling her tight, his erection hard against her belly. She felt her clitoris hot, swollen and heavy, pressure itching inside it. His urgent excitement filled her, swamping her own.

I need to do something for him! Turning their bodies, she pushed him onto the bed, falling on top of him then rolling to the side, his hard, hot cock in her hand. She squeezed and pumped, caught the electric surge of his pleasure in her own loins, her mouth on his, the passion of their kiss, her hand moving up and down her shaft, squeezing and rubbing the exquisitely sensitive head.

She was vaguely aware of his hand on her puss, probing and exploring, but those feelings were swept aside by the intensity of what he was experiencing. She moaned at his pleasure. I have to do this with Mark!

She knew what Blake wanted/needed even as he did. Her hands churned, lifting him to his crest. His orgasm was a revelation, bursting within her, even as his fluids spurted hot on her hands. She squeezed and rubbed to extract all the pleasure she could for him; for her.

They fell apart; catching their breath, enjoying the fading echoes of his climax. Deana didn't notice when he left, just found herself alone, and exited the room.

Teresa was waiting for her after the techs had removed her monolayer. "It worked," she grinned.

Deana nodded. "I felt him orgasm. It was amazing; but I'm not sure if any of it was mine."

Teresa shook her head. "We still have to fully analyze the recordings, and try to sort out everything that happened. Still, that is pretty amazing." She handed Deana another envelope. "This is for your time this evening. Get dressed and wait here. Our project leader wants to talk to you."

Teresa left and Deana dressed. She looked inside the envelope before tucking it into her purse; ten twenties this time. A knock at the door. "Come in," Deana responded.
The Offer.

The woman who entered was unremarkable; about five foot nine, perhaps thirty years of age, slim build with shoulder-length brown hair, and brown eyes framed by gold metal glasses. She wore a plain, beige sweater, blue jeans, and white sneakers. Deana could see no signs of tits on her chest, or exterior genitals at the groin; her face was smooth and hairless.

She offered her hand. "Garnet," she said. "Garnet Petrovsky."

Deana stood and shook her hand. Garnet motioned her to sit again, and took Teresa's chair.

"You are quite the find," she began. "We've never seen anything like what you are giving us. How are you feeling about what's happened so far?"

Deana clasped her hands in her lap. "To be honest, I'm not sure. I mean, it's really neat feeling what Brian and Blake felt, and Blake's orgasm was amazing." I had an orgasm! Even if it wasn't really mine! "The excitement I felt when my body touched theirs; that's more than I've ever felt before so I suppose that's progress, but their feelings completely overwhelmed my own."

Garnet nodded sympathetically. "You seem to be acutely sensitive to the monomolecular layer. It's not only enhancing your sense of touch and pleasure, it's communicating signals from your partner's suit; and not just physical sensations; you're receiving emotions! We need to investigate that further. The data we are getting from you will potentially advance us months, maybe years ahead of what we were counting on." Garnet bounced excitedly in her seat. "We hadn't realized that the monolayers could communicate with other monolayers; you're the first one that's happened to. We really need to nail down what combination of your nervous system and our monolayer network allows you to interpret other people's signals." Garnet settled herself and adjusted her glasses on her face. "Deana, you are incredibly important. We want... need you to work with us, and we're willing to pay you for your time. Fortunately our project has some very wealthy backers so money isn't an issue. We'd like you to come on board as a full-time research associate."

"Give up my studies?"

"No, not at all. We'll arrange for a full scholarship for you for as long as you need, and we can set up a schedule of video classes and virtual seminars to fit around your work schedule. We'll probably only need you about five hours a day, including preparation time."

"A full scholarship?"

"Yes, and your own apartment here on campus. A car, of course. And... a thousand a week?"

"Dollars?"

Garnet laughed. "Yes, dollars."

"What exactly would I be doing?"

"Ah," said Garnet, and adjusted her glasses again. "Well, we need to pair you with more people, try to figure out why you're so sensitive, and how you are connecting to the other suit. So far we know that you have to be in full body contact to do that, so that's something." Garnet looked down at her hands, her face was blushing. "This is going to sound awful but; once we've done that, and sorted out the neural inputs to hopefully help you have your own orgasms; we need to take you through a variety of sexual scenarios with partners of different dispositions."

Oh, my god, they want to record me having sex! "What kind of scenarios?"

"Well... one on ones with male and female partners, multiple partners, bdsm, gang-bangs, forced sex..."

"Rape?" What have I gotten myself into?

"Of course we have to figure out how to do that in a controlled environment. Our first priority will be to keep you safe. You're too important to risk anything bad happening. But we really need to know everything you feel when the sex is non-consensual. You have to understand," Garnet went on, blithely, "knowing how both participants in a rape actually experience it will revolutionize the treatments of both the victim and the perpetrator. This would be immensely valuable research."

I'd be like a digital porn star; all my sex performances preserved forever in binary code. Or a high-paid mistress; my own apartment, a car, free tuition. And a thousand dollars a week!

Deana shivered as she remembered a story her mother had told her:

“Before I met your father I was an intern at a big ad agency. One of my bosses started asking me out. The women he worked with had warned me about him; 'going out' really meant 'have sex'. At first I tried laughing him off, like I thought he was just flirting. But as the weeks went by he got more and more insistent, and I knew I couldn't fend him off much longer. So the next time I was in his office and he asked me out, I said 'Tell you what. You get us a really nice hotel room, pay me a thousand dollars, and you can have me for the entire night; do whatever you want to me, as long as you don't leave any marks. And then you never bother me again.'

I really thought he'd say ‘no’, but he took ten hundred dollar bills out of his wallet and stuck them down my blouse. Two nights later. I put on a black lace bustier and black silk stockings; no panties; and the sluttiest red dress I could borrow My boobs were practically falling out of it, and if I sat down or bent over; well, my puss and my ass were on full display.

We had drinks in the hotel bar, with me hanging all over him, and then we went up to the suite he had rented. It was pretty nice; on the company expense account, of course; but I was impressed. I did a strip tease for him, then undressed him, and he took me from behind. When he started coming I faked a big orgasm. He had me use my mouth on him to get him hard again. I'd never done that before, but I managed. Then we went through a whole bunch of positions; standing, sitting, on my back, on my stomach, from the side, bent over holding my ankles. He got me to straddle him and ride his cock, and I had a really big orgasm. He did, too.

After that he got into some kinky stuff. He took me into the bathroom, sat me on his lap facing him, and ordered me to pee on him. Then he turned me over his knee and spanked me, He bent me over the bathtub and went into my bum. Then a hot bath, with me pleasuring him with my soapy hands. By then it was well after midnight, but he wanted to get his money's worth. I had to squat over his face and masturbate. He stimulated me with his mouth, and his fingers, and penetrated me with bottles from the mini-bar. He had a whole list of things to do, and he kept me awake the whole night,”

'Oh Mom!' Deana had cried. 'That must have been terrible!'

“You know, it wasn't too bad; some of it was kind of fun. He'd paid a thousand bucks to have sex with me. That made me a prostitute; so I just embraced the role. I went into the evening not expecting any pleasure of my own, just for him to use me and never bother me again. I was his slut for the night. It freed me from any hang-ups I had about 'dirty' sex. Even him watching me pee was kind of erotic. And when he spanked me; it got me pretty hot. My ass was still burning when he went into me and I had a really great orgasm. All the stuff I did that night, I'd never done before. I'd had sex exactly twice, both times on my back with the boy pounding into me. I'd had orgasms on my own, of course, but with him that night was the first time I orgasmed during sex.”

Well, if Mom could have fun being a prostitute, so can I! Let's see how much they're willing to pay. Deana squared her shoulders and narrowed her eyes. "Three thousand a week, ten thousand for each forced sex scenario, and if this succeeds and goes commercial, I want shares; two percent."

Garnet didn't blink; but stared straight into Deana’s eyes. "Two thousand a week, five thousand for forced sex, one-half percent of the shares, with options," she countered. "I'll have the contracts drawn up by tomorrow for you to sign."

Deana slumped back in her chair. O my god! I just agreed to become the company hooker.

Based on a post by asa dama, for Literotica.