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Subject: {ASSM} <THM> Reciprocal Testing (ff mc) by Arclight
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Static clears to reveal a woman's face, framed with red curls, 
a three-colored ribbon pinned to her robe. A voice drifts in. 
"Sheila, you're on."

The woman waves. "Hi. If you're younger than eighteen, or are 
offended by graphic sexual descriptions, please don't read 
this. If you do, any resemblance to real stuff is, like, a 
coincidence."

There is a click, then a muffled mechanical hum. The woman's 
eyes widen, and she squirms slightly.

"T-this is for 'Hecate's Theme Game,' with the random theme 
'Telepathy,' and--oh shoot, Andrea w-wait--"

The view wobbles. There is a flash of blonde hair, a startled
gasp, then--

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RECIPROCAL TESTING

Arclight



Julia needed to try it again, of course. After all, she was a 
scientist, right? Maybe it was just a coincidence. She'd test 
it some more, and then she'd report it. She'd report all of 
it.

And Kit wouldn't really mind. Of course she wouldn't; Kit was 
a good girl, a good assistant. She'd tell Kit everything, when 
she was done.

She looked up at the clock. Where was Kit anyway? It was time 
for her status report, and--

The door opened, and Kit hurried in. Clipboard in hand, 
talking into her cell phone. "...gotta go, I'll call you 
later...Bye!" Kit snapped the phone shut and smiled at Julia. 
"Good morning, Doctor."

"Sit down, Kit." 

Kit blinked. She moved to sit on one of the 
chairs.

"No. Up here." Julia tapped the mahogany desktop, and held her 
breath.

Kit blinked again, and straightened. Haltingly, she walked 
around the desk and slid herself onto the desktop. Her long, 
graceful legs dangled down from the smooth varnished wood, and 
she turned to look at Julia. No questions or protests. Julia 
felt her pulse quicken.

Again. Just like her research showed. It was working again.

"Your hair. Unpin your hair."

Kit's ponytail shook free into soft, layered waves. Julia 
stood and moved closer--Kit's hair smelled of fresh-cut 
flowers, clean and soft. She hadn't smelled another woman's 
hair in so long...

Testing. Needed more testing.

 "Now," she murmured, brushing her lips against the woman's 
ear, "What were you saying?" 

"...good morning, Doctor." Kit's brown, almond-shaped eyes 
were unreadable.

 "Good morning, Pet," Julia said softly. She brushed back 
Kit's hair. "Go on. Read me your report." 

Kit nodded. She opened her clipboard, and began to read. 

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The door opened. Julia put away her latte, and turned to watch 
Kit enter.  Kit's eyes met hers, then looked away.

"Good morning, Doctor."

"Good morning, Pet. Lock the door, and come here."

Wordless, Kit crossed the room, then lifted her long body to 
sit on top of the desk. Her calves dangled from the smooth 
varnished wood; she clutched her clipboard in her hands, and 
her pretty face had flushed pink. Humiliation? Arousal? Dear 
lord, her face was so beautiful...

Julia's fingers tingled as she reached out to stroke one of 
Kit's legs. The skin was silk; the flesh smooth and toned. 
Julia's fingers climbed higher, to play on Kit's thighs. She 
felt her nipples tighten; it had been ages since she last 
touched another woman.

She pushed Kit's legs wider, hiking up Kit's skirt until she 
could see the white panties. She ran a finger lightly over it-
-damp--and Kit shifted imperceptibly on the desktop.

"From now on, no more panties, Pet." She was surprised at the 
firmness of her own voice. Kit nodded, her eyes wide. Julia 
slipped her finger under the cloth, into the other woman's 
sex-- 

God, Kit was so wet. 

Captivated, Julia watched Kit's flushed face as she pulled her 
finger out slowly, only to push it back into the warm, wet 
folds. "Go on, Pet," she said, never moving her gaze, "Read 
your status report."

Kit's knuckles were very white as she opened the clipboard, 
and began to read.

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Julia heard the door open, and smiled. It was time for Kit's 
status report. She nudged her chair back; Kit slid onto the 
table, her thighs already spread. Kit was learning quickly. 
She was a smart one, Julia's pet. Efficient, too--her research 
was progressing nicely, with only the occasional need for 
Julia's input. Idly, Julia stroked the inside of one of Kit's 
perfect legs, as Kit read on.

"...cancelled your 10am meeting so you can keep working on the 
alpha thought-transfer paper..."

Kit's naked cunt glistened wet between her thighs. No panties 
today, or ever again for that matter; she had obeyed 
unquestioningly. She was Julia's obedient little plaything, to 
toy with as she saw fit. Julia shifted in her seat.

"...ordered lunch in just as you wanted, so you can go over 
the new research studies from Michigan..."

Julia leaned forward and inhaled deeply, smelling the other 
woman's arousal. She felt her blouse rub against her nipples 
as she bent forward. A hairsbreadth away from the pink, 
swollen slit, she flicked her tongue along the side of the 
Kit's engorged sex.

Kit gasped.

"Don't stop, Pet," Julia hissed, looking up directly into her 
slut's eyes. "You'll make me very unhappy if you stop."

The woman bit her lip, and nodded.

"Good, Pet... good..." Julia murmured, bending back down to 
the woman's swollen slit. She kissed it gently, then wound her 
hands around Kit's trembling thighs. 

As Kit struggled to continue, Julia shifted to the edge of her 
seat, and slowly--very slowly--began to lick.

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Kit's thighs clenched as Julia nuzzled her face deeper between 
her pet's thighs, her nostrils flaring at the heady scent. Her 
lips found the woman's swollen clit; she blew on it gently, 
then flicked it with her tongue. She felt Kit wriggle 
deliciously in response, but go on reading. 

Julia licked it again. She was still amazed at how wet Kit 
was; Kit had been wet since she had sat down on the desk and 
spread her silken thighs. As if she was a woman in heat--no, 
as if she was a slut. 

A wet, sticky, aroused slut.

Her slut.

Julia's nipples were throbbing. Breathing deeply, Julia pulled 
away and tugged open the top buttons of her blouse, fumbling 
before finally exposing her breasts to the room's hot, steamy 
air.

She ran her hands over her breasts, tracing the soft curves up 
to the dark nipples, fat with arousal. Jolts of pleasure 
surged from the swollen nubs. Her eyelids fluttered. God, that 
felt good.

Julia opened her eyes, but kept her fingers stroking her 
nipples. She shuddered, and bent back down to her pet's cunt.

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"Good morning, Doctor."

Julia pushed her chair back, and stretched. Her left breast 
peeked out of her half-opened blouse. She could feel the 
slickness between her thighs. "Good morning, Pet," she purred.

Kit perched on the table, and lifted her legs to Julia's 
shoulders. Just what the doctor ordered. Julia licked her 
index finger, and traced a wet circle around her left nipple. 
The sensation made her gasp.

Julia leaned forward as Kit began to read; with her fingers 
tracing frantic circles of saliva around her nipples, she 
began to lick.

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Julia looked up again at the clock. Almost time. She licked 
her lips. To hell with coffee; there was no better way to 
start the day than with the taste of a hot, buttery cunt. Kit 
was becoming the perfect fuck toy--always ready, always 
willing, and always very, very wet.

And Kit belonged to her. All of Kit--her long, exquisitely 
toned legs, her soft, sweet breasts, her firm, tight ass. And 
more than anything else, her pussy. Kit's wet, velvet pussy. 
Kit was hers.

Heat filled Julia's groin. She leaned back in her chair, and 
caressed her bare breasts, thrusting them out from her open 
blouse. She shivered with pleasure as she reached each nipple.

"Good morning, Doctor."

Julia watched her pet cross the room. Her fingers played with 
her swollen nipples. Kit sat down and opened her legs, 
revealing her naked sex. Such a good little slut.

Julia licked her lips. "Good morning, Pet." She tugged at her 
nipples and moaned.

Kit raised her legs onto Julia's shoulders, and Julia's lips 
hungrily descended on Kit's hot, wet cunt.

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Almost time. Just a few more minutes. Julia's mouth watered in 
anticipation of the taste. The taste of her slut. She licked 
her fingers, and then dropped them, glistening wet, to her 
swollen, erect nipples. Her mouth hung open, and her breath 
came in short gasps. 

Almost time. Almost.

"Good morning, Doctor."

Julia moaned. "Good morning, Pet."

Through half-closed eyes, Julia watched Kit walk across the 
room. Kit reached forward as she stepped behind the desk, 
dabbing one long, tapered finger at the corner of Julia's open 
mouth, where Julia's drool was threatening to drip.

Good slut. Good little fuck toy.

Kit sat and spread her thighs languorously. Julia tugged at 
her nipples, and moaned; Kit's long, exquisite legs wrapped 
over Julia's shoulders, pulling Julia forward.

Frantically, Julia began to lick.

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Kit laughed into the phone--deep and throaty, like the slut 
she was, the slut that Julia had made her into. "I warned you 
about the housework. How's your girl coming along?"

Julia watched Kit lean her tight ass against the desk. Kit was 
looking out the window, holding the phone in one hand, the 
cord in the other.

"Oh, I think you'll like mine. She's still pretty smart."

Kit's smooth legs extended from the short pink skirt. Legs 
that Julia owned now. Julia cupped her bare breasts, fondling 
each mound, watching Kit.

"I know. Thought it'd take longer--" Kit glanced at Julia, 
twisting and untwisting the telephone cord. "--but I think 
she's just about ready."

Julia grunted. Her fingers traced circles around her nipples. 
Her tongue flicked out; she could almost taste Kit's pussy. 
She would lick Kit's cunt, lick it until Kit screamed. Julia 
was wet with the thought of it.

"I'm savoring it, though. Doing it slowly."

Slowly. Very slowly. Julia ran her hands slowly up her body. 
Caressing the hot flesh. Up, over her breasts, pinching each 
hard, erect nipple, to a point just below pain.

"Next Friday? Love to. And bring yours too, if you're done 
with her."

And down again, to the hem of her skirt. Julia gently kneaded 
the tops of her thighs, then drew her hands back up to play 
with her nipples. Her breath hissed through clenched teeth.

"Alright. Have a good one."

Kit snapped the phone shut. She stepped closer, kicking aside 
Julia's fallen blouse. God, Julia could already smell Kit's 
musk. What a slut. Kit scooted on the desk and spread her 
thighs.

"Good morning, Doctor." 

"Good morning, Pet," Julia whispered. Her head bobbed as she 
twisted her nipples, but her eyes never left Kit's glistening 
cunt.

Kit lifted her legs onto Julia's shoulders, and began to read.

END

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(c)2001 Arclight

Thanks for reading. Comments would be much appreciated at 
arclight_mail@yahoo.com.

This was written for Hecate's Theme Game, in celebration of 
the ASSTR 5th Anniversary. The random theme of this story was 
"Telepathy"; other stories by the same author can be found at 
http://www.mcstories.com/Authors/Arclight.html.

-- Arclight

-- 
Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights
reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated.
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