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Subject: {ASSM} the Michael Collins' Anthology { See Chapter Guide for Codes } [7/21]
Date: Mon,  9 Apr 2001 01:10:04 -0400
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                    the Michael Collins' Anthology

   Warning: This story contains frank discussions of a sexually
   explicit nature, and is intended for mature audiences only.

   Disclaimer: The persons depicted in this story are entirely
   fictional. Any similarities are completely coincidental.
   References to actual places, companies, or organizations are used
   strictly for artistic reference to provide realism. In other
   words, none of this is true.

   Copyright (c) 1999-2001 CyberCzar. You may download this story
   for your own personal use; but please don't share it with anyone.
   If you think someone else might be interested in this story,
   please forward their request to me.

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The Analysis

   Michael got into work about 8 o'clock that morning and walked
   over to his desk. While he was booting up his computer, a man and
   a woman approached his cube from behind.

   "Mr. Collins?" the woman said.

   "Yes?"

   "I'm Janet Roberts and this is Marcus Trent. We're with Dynatech
   labs," she said. "We'd like you to come with us if you don't
   mind."

   They walked me outside to the bathroom and the man, Marcus,
   gently forced him inside while the woman waited outside.

   "Take this," he said, handing him a plastic container. "Piss in
   this, this is for a drug test."

   "Aren't you going to leave?" I asked him.

   "Nope, can't." he said.

   Michael had this fuckit attitude. He didn't really care much
   anymore.

   He stood in front of him, unzipped his pants and whipped his cock
   right out.

   Only one person in that room was a little uncomfortable, and it
   wasn't Michael.

   "Your mother black," he asked him, looking at his cock resting in
   the cup he was holding.

   "No, why do you ask?" Michael said.

   "Just wondering."

   "By the way, how much do you want?"

   "As much as you can give," he responded.

   "Well, I can give you about 16 oz.'s worth, but I don't think
   this container will hold that much." he said chuckling.

   "Then just fill it," he replied, making a conscious effort of
   looking at him in his eyes.

   Michael filled about 4 ounces of Arnie's urine into the container
   and handed it to him. As he took it, he walked to the urinal and
   expelled the remaining twelve ounces he had consumed earlier.

   When he walked out of the bathroom, he saw the two had left
   already, So he decided to get into the staircase and walk
   downstairs.

   He stopped at the second floor. This was the floor for SynChem, a
   chemical research company.

   As he opened the door, he saw Lisa sitting at her receptionist's
   desk.

   "Hi, Mike!" she said, standing up to greet him. "What brings you
   down here?"

   "Is Tracy in?" he asked her.

   "She is!" she said, enthusiastically. "Go ahead and have a seat,
   I'll page her."

   As he sat down and flipped through a copy of Omni on the table,
   he could hear Lisa talking to Tracy on the phone.

   "Loverboy is here," she told Lisa, whispering.

   "Mark?" Tracy asked.

   "Think again."

   "Jack?"

   "Think again. Hint, 6'2"."

   "Alex?"

   "Nope!" Lisa said, giggling. "Hint, muscular. Brown hair, blue
   eyes. Gorgeous dimples."

   He felt like blushing hearing Lisa describe himself to Tracy on
   the other end.

   "Mike?" she said.

   "Bingo!"

   Twenty seconds later, the door flung opened as Lisa was trying to
   compose herself, and catch her breath.

   "Mike!" she exclaimed. "So good to see you! Come on back!" she
   motioned for him to follow.

   They walked back to her area on the far side of the office. It
   had black wooden tables with test-tubes, Bunsen burners, and
   equipment spread about.

   "Hey," she said, sitting up on a table.

   Michael leaned up against another table facing her.

   "What's up?" she replied, unbuttoning the top button in her
   blouse.

   "If I give you something, do you think you can tell me what it
   is, or even duplicate it?" he asked.

   "Sure!" she exclaimed, clasping her hands together. "We can
   duplicate just about any chemical compound. What's up?"

   "Can I borrow a large test tube?"

   She handed him the largest test tube she had. He reached over to
   give her a peck on the cheek. "I'll be right back," he told her.

   Hurriedly, he walked outside her office to the bathroom in the
   hall, made his way to the farthest stall; closed, and locked the
   door.

   He unzipped his pants, uncapped the tube, and set it under his
   cock. Concentrating, he slowly deposited cum into the tube,
   filling it up about half way.

                         SEMINAL RESERVOIR: 4%

   ...Appeared in red after he was finished.

   Next, he recapped the tube, and set it in his breast pocket; put
   his cock back in his pants, and then zipped them back up.

   Michael walked back into the SynChem offices, waved to Lisa, and
   continued back to Tracy's area.

   She took her safety goggles off as she saw him approach, and he
   reached into his shirt pocket and handed her the tube.

   "Mike, it looks like cum!" she said, stirring the contents
   centrifugally.

   "It's not, trust me."

   "What is it?" she asked, holding it up to the light.

   "I can't tell you," he said; walking over to look at the contents
   with her through the light.

   "Well, I'll analyze it, see what it is, and see if we can dupe
   it. How much do you want?"

   "A liter, at least - possibly two." he replied.

   "A liter!" she exclaimed. "That's going to depend on how
   complicated a compound this stuff is! What's in it for me?" she
   asked."Gratitude?"

   "I'll settle for you just buying me lunch."

   "Deal," he said waving good-bye to her.

   Michael walked back up the stairs to the 16th floor, went back in
   his office, and sat back down at his desk.

   Arnie was in his cube typing away at his keyboard.

   They had a code freeze meeting at 10 which was boring as hell.
   Scott didn't do anything for the meeting except ask everyone
   where they were with their modules. A build was scheduled to
   begin at 1pm after lunch, so the rest of the morning was pretty
   boring after he checked the rest of his modules into CVS.

   He purposely tried to avoid Arnie for most of the morning. Arnie
   stepped over to try to chat with him on a couple of occasions;
   each time Michael picked up the phone to either check his voice
   mail (which he had none) or call Julie at BellSouth.

   Julie, it turned out, was having a very bad day. Her supervisor,
   whom she liked, was fired abruptly this morning and the
   replacement they sent was already turning her department upside
   down.

   He consoled her as best as he could over the phone and promised
   her a wonderful evening tonight to take away her worries.

   Around 12:30, Tracy called him from downstairs.

   "Your stuff is ready," she said.

   "Already?" he asked enthusiastically.

   "Yeah, it was a pretty simple compound."

   She went on to explain that she didn't quite know what it was,
   but that she did confirm it was a water soluble, synthetic
   protein based compound.

   "Is it toxic," he asked.

   "Hardly - it's essentially the stuff they use in the foodservice
   industry to aid in confectionery preparation."

   "Cool!" he said. "Be right down!"

   He jetted out of his office and went down to the 2nd floor in the
   elevator.

   As he walked into SynChem's offices, Lisa picked up the phone.

   "She'll be right out," she told him setting the phone down.

   "Excellent!"

   Lisa was just about to ask him what he had Tracy do for him when
   he was saved by the bell from a phone call she just received.

   A moment later while Lisa was still on the phone, Tracy walked
   out with two boxes.

   "What are those?" he asked.

   "Six liters of your secret stuff," she said.

   "Six," Michael said surprised.

   "Yeah, it took only a few more minutes to make the extra four
   than it did the first two."

   "Cool!" he said. "How much do I owe you?"

   "How about lunch?"

   "Can't," he said. "We have a build beginning in a half-hour. How
   about tomorrow?"

   "Great!" she said, handing him the boxes.

   Michael went back upstairs and set the boxes under his desk.

   He was filled with anticipation with the thought of having to
   fill himself back up.

   Since nothing was going on for the next twenty-five minutes,
   Michael reached down to open one of the boxes, and picked up one
   of the bottles. The bottles had a SynChem label on them which
   said, "SynChem - Synthetic Semen - Part No. 9002-3927"

   He froze.

   "What's that?" Arnie said walking into his cube and surprising
   him.

   "Nothing!" he said, quickly putting the bottle away, stowing the
   box back under his desk.

   "Hey," he said. "I'm going down the street to Mellow Mushroom.
   Wanna join me?"

   "Can't. Have to finish up some things," he replied, turning his
   back to him.

   Arnie walked away, as he picked up the phone to call Tracy.

   "What's up with the label," he asked her, as she answered her
   extension.

   "Hey," she said happily. "The stuff you gave me, it was already
   cataloged." she said. "We manufacture it for a sex-toy
   distributor in Amsterdam. That's just the label the computer
   printed out automatically."

   "Oh."

   "Where'd you get that, anyway?" she asked.

   "Julie asked me to ask you about it." he told her, lying.

   "Sounds like Julie is into some kinky shit, if you ask me." she
   said.

   "Heh," he said quietly. "Thanks again."

   She acknowledged the favor and they hung up the phone.

   Michael started to shut down his computer and go home for the day
   when Scott walked up to his cube.

   "What are you doing," he asked him.

   "I'm not feeling very well, gonna finish the day at home if
   that's ok with you."

   "Yeah whatever," he told him. "By the way, we got the results
   back from your drug test earlier today."

   "And?"

   "You still have a job." he replied.

   "Thanks," he said; picking up the boxes and walking past him.

   Traffic was backed up for miles on 400 going home. The drive took
   him about an hour to go all of 15 miles. Coming home, he brought
   the boxes inside, and set them on the counter and paused for a
   while trying to figure out how he was going to refill his
   reservoir for Julie.

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