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Their dark hair was cut in identical, chin-length bobs, framing their faces with tortoiseshell glasses and pouting full mouths. As he carefully looked each woman over, he noted that while one had piercing green cat’s eyes, the other’s were an almost midnight blue.

His eyes skimmed over the expected lab coats, but his perusal had his eyebrows rising when he realized how short they were, though. He could see the top of their stockings clinging to their thighs; the silky stockings slid down their legs and into the heels both ladies wore. “What,” he cleared his throat, his English accent strengthening in his nervousness, “would you like me to do?” he asked, as his eyes darted around the neat laboratory envi-ronment.

”Take off your clothes and we can begin,” clipped out the lady with the midnight blue eyes. “You may call me Dr. Grygori. My assistant in this research is Dr. Marsae.” His eyes flicked to Dr. Marsae to see her lips quirking into a small smile as one eyebrow rose.

“Come on now, you don’t need my help getting undressed, do you?” asked Marsae. He felt the flush of blood rising to the surface of his skin move up his chest and into his face; he slowly started to undo the buttons of his shirt.

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“Very unusual research you ladies seem to do,” he commented, his accent much thicker with nerves and arousal.

“This project is personally funded. A friend referred you, did he not?” said Grygori as she stepped forward from her cart. “We do this for our own amusement, and plea-sure,” she commented as she started undoing her lab coat.

Dave watched appreciatively as soon she was dressed only in stock-ings and a snug corset across her torso. She kicked off her heels as she came over to Marsae’s cart. Dave watched, stunned, as Grygori softly kissed Marsae and undid her lab coat for her. Marsae was naked except for her stockings in moments.

She slipped off her shoes and took a cord with a probe like device, which she slipped into Grygori’s snug corset. He watched Marsae then switch on the device. Grygori brought her hands up to Marsae’s nipples, and the electricity arched from her fingers to the coral-colored crests. They hardened as more sparks rained down. She kissed Marsae again, their tongues dancing across one another as the electricity arcing from Grygori to Marsae. Marsae broke the kiss off and moved towards Dave.

“Who referred you, anyway?” she asked, her soft hands caressing his cock. “I want to make sure to thank them,” she grinned.

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Read the rest of Experiments in Ecstasy in Consent Magazine Issue #21 Spring 2004