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Subject: {ASSM} RP: the Michael Collins Anthology (ASFR, ScFi, act, rom, adv) [6/26]
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6. The Analysis

     Frought over his plan to pass the company-ordered urinalysis,
     Michael finished his preparations to head into work.

     Of course, while his idea even grossed him out, he could find no
     other way to satisfy what was going to be asked of him, and keep
     his secret alive.

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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 him
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 him 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.''

Michael accepted the container and waited for a moment, staring at the man.

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

``Nope, can't.'' he said.

He stood in front of the man, 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 Michael's 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,'' the man replied, making a conscious effort of looking
at Michael in his eyes.

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

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

He stopped at the second floor. This was the floor for SynChem, a chemical
research and manufacturing 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.``

Michael 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, and
made his way to the farthest stall. He 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.

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, shaking the tube.

``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 next door typing away at his keyboard.

They had a code freeze meeting at 10am. 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 Georgia 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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