I Dated a Mad Scientist by Viola Grace
Chapter Two
Meeting with Zera on the tenth floor was weird, but when she saw the banner for Blind Date Corporation, she began to understand. After six months of working with Researcher Krizt, she knew how to keep his temper in check, how to make sure that the supplies were there in time, and how to fade into the background when no one needed her.
Her morning commute took forty-five minutes, and with the money she was donating to the homeless shelter, they were able to hire some staff to take her place as well as lure in some volunteers.
“So, I know you have heard rumours about the Blind Date Corporation.” Zera was in her CEO chair and grinning.
“Yeah. I have.” She started to fade into the chair as Zera stared at her with a calculating gaze.
“So, that’s new.” Zera smiled. “It isn’t mentioned on your activation documentation.”
“It isn’t my primary. My primary is intuition. This is just a self-defense mechanism. From what my own research has shown me, most female actives have one whether they declare it or not.”
“Well, you are good at research. So, I am inviting you to become an escort for the Blind Date Corporation.”
“Uh...”
Zera laughed. “Don’t worry. It is a fairly involved training process, but the patrons are vetted even more thoroughly, and there are safeguards at every step of the way.”
“Um, why so many safeguards?”
“When you are dealing with actives who are trained to be aggressive, you want to make sure that they are exercising self-control with their lovers.”
“Uh, I don’t have physical manifestations. I just have the intuition.”
“That makes you an excellent prey date. They chase you, they catch you, they seduce you.”
Arcady licked her lips. “That sounds fascinating, but aren’t they likely to tear me limb from limb?”
“No, but during your training, we can find the precise match for your skills, or matches, as it were.”
“So, different... uh... patrons?”
“Certainly. They don’t need or require exclusive use of your person; they just need sexual and social outlets so that they can increase their personal control and not go insane. That is the purpose of the masks. It keeps things on an impersonal basis. The masks also dull the sensory memories of the patrons. They can only remember their emotions, not identifying details. Your anonymity will be protected.”
“It will?”
Zera nodded. “It will. Your family won’t know, your boss won’t know. You will triple your income by the end of the year, and if you don’t want to continue working as an assistant, you won’t have to. We have just gotten a surge of new patrons, so we are looking for escorts of both sexes to fill the need.”
“Uh, how long is the training?”
“About five to six weeks. You already have all the clearances, but you will need training on how to simply accept the needs of the person you are with. Then, you have to be able to accept that some or most of them will need to give pleasure as well.”
Arcady blushed. “So, sex?”
“No. Pleasure. Nights at the opera, horseback riding in the park. Stargazing at night. Actual dates. Not everyone just wants to have an orgasm and be done. They can find prostitutes that will let them get off. They want to feel human again for a night, and that is what we provide.”
She tapped her fingers to her desk. “With Capitol City forbidding social interaction of actives, this particular method is the only way for a lot of them to actually feel normal. It grounds them and makes them better heroes, better researchers, and better people.”
“Would I know if sex was required before the date, and could I turn it down if I wasn’t up to it?”
“You can. You can also mark out your period, though I do have to say that it is not a dealbreaker for a lot of patrons.”
“What about birth control?”
“There are disease scans given to the patrons regularly, but for your own piece of mind, I would recommend a device under your control.” Zera smiled. “We have physicians on the roster who can offer care for those things.”
Arcady chuckled. “I am good for another four years. I just wanted to make sure that this wasn’t a sneaky way of getting around the city’s active breeding policy.”
“No, don’t worry. We are keeping everything technically legal just to make sure that everything can remain active. Oh, we are building a resort for overnight dates in Aksalla, but all the staff, escorts, and patrons all have to have travel visas. Nice and legal.”
“So, these dates in the city are only for a few hours?”
“All timelines are confirmed by you, but yes, generally three to six hours.”
Over the course of the next hour, questions were answered, and it was pretty much assured that Arcady was starting her new range of studies. She was going to be an escort. Close proximity with Krizt had been driving her insane for the last six months, and if she was honest, she needed an outlet just as much as the patrons did.
Well, eventually, she was going to get laid. She just had weeks of study ahead of her; she could do this.
Masturbating with a timer had been one of the weirdest moments of her training. She had learned how her body liked it slow, fast, and how long she could leave herself hanging before she wanted to punch something. Five weeks after starting the process, Arcady got her escort number, and her com was set for date notifications. She was Seventeen.
She was sitting at her desk and jumping every time her com went off or the main com went off.
Researcher Krizt came in, and he scowled. “You look on edge today, Arcady. Take an early lunch. You know you get hangry.”
She checked the time and nodded. “Can I get you anything?”
He nodded. “You know what I like.”
She nodded, shut her station down, and put away the research just as she always did. Just because she was nervous didn’t mean she was sloppy.
She left the Z-Tech building and walked across the street to the sandwich shop. She got one predator special and her standard ham and cheese with a fruit salad.
She was sitting to eat her sandwich and pickle when her com went off. She froze and checked it. She was getting her first date request.
She looked at the request and blinked. It was for that night.
She exhaled and looked at the stats and the request. Dinner and a movie in a hotel room followed by vanilla sex. She would be home by midnight.
She went hot, then cold, then hot again. She bit her lip and looked at the grooming request, which was minimal. It would take her about thirty minutes to get ready after work, and then, she would be wearing the outfit her patron had selected, and she would finally get laid. By this point, she was desperate.
She authorized the date and let out her breath in a rush. She had started. Tonight, she answered to Seventeen.
She finished her sandwich and fruit salad, grabbed Krizt’s order, and headed back to the office. She left the sandwich in Krizt’s fridge.
She focused on work for the rest of the day, but the moment her com warned her that she had to leave, she went to Researcher Krizt and let him know that she was going.
She stood in his office doorway and knocked softly. “Your sandwich is in the fridge, your iced tea is next to it, Molly will be here at seven, and I have to head out today.”
He frowned. “You do?”
“I have plans this evening.”
He laughed. “Do you?”
“Surprisingly, yes. So, the reports have been sent to your inbox, you have tomorrow’s experiment prepped, and all supplies will be checked in by noon. See you tomorrow.”
She turned on her heel and left.
It took her forty minutes from leaving the lab to being ready for her date. She was wearing an outfit that was slightly more risqué than her normal clothing but still office clothes. She was going to do some playacting.
Her mask was put in place, and the cloak was draped over her shoulders. The transport was out front, and she got into it, being whisked away from the Z-Tech building and into the downtown.
The transport door was opened by the doorman, and she was helped out. She took a look at her icon and rode up the elevator in silence. Her date was on the twenty-fourth floor.
She walked out of the elevator and arrived precisely on time. The icon led her to the door, and it opened for her. In keeping with the theme of the evening, she stepped inside and said, “Hi, honey, I am home.”
A roiling shadow materialized in front of her and helped her off with her cloak. “Aw, sweetie, you look exhausted. What do you want for dinner?”
She turned and clung to him as she stepped out of her shoes with a groan. “Chicken, Chinese, burgers. What don’t I have to cook?”
He grinned, and she could see the white slash of teeth through her mask’s visual filters. “Craving high fat?”
“Sadly, yes. It was a rough day.”
He picked her up and carried her to the couch, setting her down as he brought up restaurant menus from the area.
They cuddled together and picked their delivery, then went on and picked the movie. By the time they had both agreed to the action thriller followed by a romantic comedy, the food had arrived at the door.
She groaned and got up.
He gripped her hand. “I’ll get it.”
“No, it’s the least I can do. You cooked.”
He chuckled.
She gathered the bags, nodded to her security bot, and retreated to the hotel room as the columns of smoke wrapped around her and took the takeout from her and lifted her to carry her back to the couch.
The first handwipes were used and chopsticks handed out. Chinese had been the option, but she had made some choice picks. Dishes he hadn’t had before.
She moved from the couch and sat across from him on the floor, supporting herself on her left hand as her right moved the chopsticks. The position let her wrapped shirt drape open, and the red lace flashed him. He moved to the floor as well, and when he kissed her, the chopsticks fell from her grip.
She whispered, “Sweetie, I don’t mean to impose, but I really need to unwind quick.”
He groaned. “You sure?”
She stroked his face. “Please. I need you.”
He leaned on the couch and pulled her astride his belly. She had to pull her skirt up to her hips in order to manage it, but soon, they were kissing, and his hands were roaming over her. He caressed the edge of her stockings and groaned when her slick heat met his fingers as he eased them between her thighs.
“Oh, god. You are so ready.”
She kissed him softly. “It was a long day, and I thought about you every few minutes.”
“Not every minute.”
She grinned. “Don’t want you to get a swelled head.”
He slid two fingers inside her without warning, and she threw her head back, and her throat flexed in a gasp. “Oh, there is extreme danger of that.”
He didn’t thrust his fingers, he curled them and slid them back and forth over her g-spot, and she braced her hands on his shoulders until he urged her onto his chest, and she moaned and squirmed against him until the burst of silken fire ran through her, and she whimpered softly before shaking in his grip. He threaded his fingers through her hair, alerting her that her hair was down. The kiss that followed was hot, but he murmured, “Now, let’s watch that movie.”
She pouted. “Jerk.”
He grinned. “Come on, cuddle bug. That skirt is awfully snug.”
She was firmly wedged against him. She thudded her head into his shoulder. “I am stuck.”
He laughed and lifted her up, tossing her lightly onto the couch behind him. Her hair swung and slid as she landed, and she tried to get the skirt off. She worked the skirt down, calmed herself, and opened the closure before wiggling out of it and kicking it to one side. “That is a death trap.”
Her patron laughed again and sat on the couch, pulling her against him as they watched the movie. Through the whole thing, he kept an arm around her, his thumb caressing her breast. He asked her, “What did you think of that?”
“If they had just left him alone and not chased him, the end result would have been the same. He was the only one needed for the job.” She shrugged.
He laughed. “My conclusion as well. Now, we do the same analysis with the romance.”
“Analyzing romance? You have developed some fun hobbies, honey.” She stroked her hand across his chest.
“How was work?”
She shrugged. “Boss was a pain, co-workers were pains. Someone had a birthday, so there were cupcakes.”
“Did you get a cupcake?”
She laughed. “No. I just bring them in. By the time my break rolls around, they are long gone.”
The movie started playing. “Why not keep one for yourself?”
“Because then it wouldn’t be for someone else’s birthday. I have even tried making more, and all I can guess is that I make a damned good cupcake.”
“I have no doubt that you do, sweetie.”
She stroked his chest, and the bodysuit that had been under her fingers parted as he shifted a bit. She delved into the suit and felt his skin, hot and velvety, against her fingers.
She cuddled closer and yawned. He let out a small laugh. “Need something to keep you awake?”
She lifted her head to his. “How attached are you to the movie?”
He grinned. “We can come back to it for the wrap-up at the end.”
“Oh, dear. That only leaves seventy minutes. What shall we do with that time?”
“I think I can use that time to keep you awake.”
He shifted, and she was pinned to the couch, her hands above her head. Her yelp of surprise had been genuine. “Now, what can I do to get you a little more energized, darling?”
“I think one or both of us is wearing too many clothes, and since I am just wearing a shirt and a bustier, it might be you.”
He shrugged. “I only have one thing on. Perhaps we should start with you removing your shirt?”
She bit her lip and reached for the side tie on her blouse. He stopped her and said, “Let me.”
His fingers took the loose strand and untied it, peeling open the left side before undoing the tie on her left hip and unwrapping the left side. The dark red bustier that was attached to the stockings was now all she had on.
He groaned as he looked her over. He undid the small hooks that held her breasts up and leaned down to rub his lips against her right breast. She slid her hand into his hair, and when he took her nipple between his teeth, she made a fist. “Bite, and you are a dead man.”
He laughed and lapped at the tight nub, then sucked softly.
On the screen, the heroine was still debating her affection for someone she had known her whole life. Arcady moaned as he slipped a hand between her thighs again. Knowing someone was overrated. Pretending to know them was a lot more fun.
More hooks were opened, and when he finally stripped, he moved over her and slid into her, incredibly hot, and he felt so good.
A dozen slow thrusts had her groaning and clutching him as her body held him tight. He pulled her up to face him, and they kissed as she started to move on him the moment that her body had relaxed. He slid his hands up her back, cupped her hips, and kissed her as she moved on him with deliberate slowness.
His breathing increased, and his hands gripped her hips as he started to thrust upward. When he came, he gritted his teeth and growled low as if the sound was being pulled from his soul. She felt the jerk of him inside her, and her body clasped him in response with a slow aftershock. She remained still, and when he cuddled her against him, she pressed her lips to his throat. They remained linked until the movie was over. Slow repetitions of her riding him brought both of them satisfaction three times before it was time for her to leave. She caressed his cheek as she sighed and dismounted.
“Sorry, honey, I have to get to bed. Work tomorrow.” She stood, and her legs were wobbly, but she forced them together and pulled on her skirt. She put her bustier together and wrapped the blouse back into decent lines. When she was dressed, she checked her chronometer and knelt, taking his cock between her lips and sucking him in deep.
He groaned and said, “You don’t have to, ohgodswhatareyoudoing?”
She swirled her tongue and kept the suction going. His fingers through her hair soon tightened, and he grunted as he came. She swallowed quickly and got to her feet, stroking his cheek. “Night, honey. Sleep well.”
She put on her cloak, stepped into her shoes, and left her patron in a daze on the couch with a wrap thrown over him. Time to head back to base.
