Sexually Bugged! Page #4

---

Very nice.

Gorgeous. Mm-hmm.

Very nice, very nice.

One thing, though.

Too much pink

on your pink.

Try another color

next time.

Ooh, Mandy.

Why don't you do

a little spin for me?

Oh, no, no, no.

Too fast, baby.

Make it slow and seductive.

Mm-hmm, work what you got.

Very nice, very nice.

Ooh.

Oh, and these.

Oh, just gorgeous.

One thing, though.

You have to remember

to move slowly.

Slow is sexy.

All right.

All right, ladies.

Present arms.

My turn.

Hello.

All right, ladies,

uh, boss is happy.

Let's call it a day.

Wow.

- Oh, Kayla, this is nice.

- Hey, Doctor.

So, it's been one hell

of a day, hasn't it?

Oh, you're telling me.

Between that schoolgirl fantasy

that I ran this morning

and that

nervous Nellie Diana,

I'm so ready to sit back

and relax.

Mmm, me too.

That catfight down here

earlier just drained me.

Looks like

we've got an audience.

Damn. I knew

he'd come around.

Who, Sam?

He's not a bad sort.

Funny girl.

Um, but seriously,

what do you know about him?

- Why? You interested?

- Just curious.

Why, Doctor,

you little devil girl!

Kayla, stop it!

And just tell me

what you know.

Well, I did research

his job application

after he interviewed

with Professor Jones.

I guess he got

his nursing degree

while serving time

in the Navy.

- Wife? Girlfriend?

- Per his W-9, single.

- No attachments.

- Hmm.

- "Hmm" what?

- Just "hmm."

I swear, you physicians

are such a secretive bunch.

Secretive? Oh, come on,

that's a bunch of BS.

No, seriously.

Why, just the other day,

I had to access Professor

Jones medical records

for a pharmacy call,

and his computer files

were missing.

The folder was there,

but it was empty.

- No way.

- Way. I couldn't even find his social.

Okay, now that's odd.

Well, make a note

and talk

to the professor

tomorrow morning.

Will do.

But in the meantime,

my social security number

is 269-69-69...

Mmm, good number.

Well, I really

hate to leave you, Doctor,

but I have to go

prepare the fireplace

in Mrs. Whitaker's room

for her appointment tomorrow.

- Oh, are you treating her?

- Yeah, with Sam.

Damn. Can't you pick

someone else to help you?

I mean, Mrs. Whitaker

and Sam don't really mix.

It'll be fine. He asked if

he could assist with the massage.

All right, fine,

but be respectful.

Mrs. Whitaker has told us that

she only comes here for sensual massages.

She's told me more than once that she only

enjoys sex with her husband at home.

Gosh, what a drag

that must be.

Kayla! Mrs. Whitaker

is very powerful,

very influential,

and rich.

Got it. Will do.

You know, it's not really you

that I'm worried about,

it's more your partner

and his raging hormones.

Don't worry.

I'll keep him in line.

- Good girl.

- And what about you?

Are you still going through

with your experiment tomorrow?

Oh, yes.

Everything's ready.

Mrs. Reid and her husband

should be here before noon,

and if everything goes

as planned,

I will have captured

the sexipede by mid-afternoon.

Hopefully so.

Just don't let it bite you.

Oh, on the contrary,

I'm looking forward

to that.

Here goes nothing.

How do I look?

Like a very distraught husband

in need of sexual therapy.

Funny, I don't remember

seeing any of that

in the mirror

when I was getting ready.

Well, just remember how I avoided

all your advances since we met.

I'm sure you'll think

of something.

Touch.

Do you think we're really

gonna need these?

Probably not, but it's better

to be safe than sorry.

Got it.

She's nearly half an hour late.

Do you think she's gonna show?

She'll be here,

I'm sure of it.

I say give her another

five minutes then we call it a day.

Be patient. Mrs. Whitaker

is one of our most important clients.

Okay, okay, but I am

halfway into my lunch break.

I could use a snack now.

- Will these do?

- Hummina, hummina.

Oof! Very sweet.

No calories.

Gotta love it.

Save your appetite

for later, big boy.

So you see, it'll be like

killing two birds with one stone.

Wait a minute,

wait a minute.

Let me get this straight.

You want the three of us

to have sex,

turn things on so you can

capture this sexipede?

Put concisely, yes.

You two will reap the benefits

of having a sensual threesome,

whereas I get to bring

a heretofore unknown creature

before the eyes of science.

Trust me, it's a win-win

situation for everybody.

Amazin'.

Look, even if we

believed you

about this creature

inside of us,

how do you plan

on capturing it?

We didn't come here

for an invasive operation.

Oh! No, no, no, no, no.

There's no danger at all.

You two will remain

safe and untouched.

- But how...

- Let me show you.

As you can see,

I've got a small series

of diodes

going down to my pelvis.

Each one gives off

a small electric jolt.

When I feel an orgasm

coming on,

I simply take this remote,

push the red button,

- and the creature comes up and out.

- Of your mouth?

I know, it sounds

outlandish, but it's not.

When the creature comes out,

I simply take it

and put it

into this terrarium.

- Incredible.

- Does Professor Jones know about this?

Oh, of course.

He supports me and my work.

In fact, he thinks I might

even be worthy of a Nobel Prize.

- He being Nobel?

- No, I mean noble.

- Is he here?

- Can we talk to him?

Um, I think he's already

left for lunch.

So, shall we try this?

I mean, I've already set up

cameras everywhere

to record

this momentous event.

Well, um...

Hey, let's go.

Is it her?

Yes. Quiet.

Hello, Mrs. Whitaker?

Hi. Are you on your way?

Traffic, huh?

Well, we're holding

the room for you.

Sam and I have had the room

prepped since noon.

Can you ask her

how long it's gonna be?

So what are you thinking,

10, 15 minutes?

More like 30, huh?

All right, well,

we'll hold the room for you.

I'll give her

something to hold.

You can't,

'cause she's not here.

Obviously.

Want it, want it, want it

Want it, want it, want it

Want it, want it, want it

Want it, want it, want it

Ooh

Ooh

Want it, want it, want it

Want it, want it, want it

Want it, want it, want it

Want it, want it, want it

Want it, want it, want it

Want it, want it, want it

Want it, want it, want it

Want it, want it, want it

Ooh

Ooh

Want it, want it, want it

Want it, want it, want it

Want it, want it, want it

Want it, want it, want it

Ooh

Ooh

Want it, want it, want it

Want it, want it, want it

Want it, want it, want it

Want it, want it, want it

Want it, want it, want it

Want it, want it, want it

Want it, want it, want it

Want it, want it, want it

Want it, want it, want it

Want it, want it, want it

Want it, want it, want it

Want it, want it, want it

Want it, want it, want it

Want it, want it, want it

Want it, want it, want it

Want it, want it, want it

Want it, want it, want it

Want it, want it, want it

Want it, want it, want it

Ahh, ooh!

Oh, God.

Aah! Ooh! Oh, my God!

It's coming.

I got it, I got it!

I got it!

I daresay not, Doctor.

Rate this script:0.0 / 0 votes