"Come on, Doc, get real. This place is an institute, not a prison. I mean ... what would you do with me?"
"Oh, believe me, we have all kinds of ideas. Steel ...would you consider yourself a leg man, an ass man, or a tit man?"
"What!?"
"I apologize for asking so bluntly, but we'd really like to be sure."
"I've always admired a great pair of legs."
"I see." So saying, she gently lifted her long white skirt. "I've been told that I have good legs."
"Actually, I would call those killer legs," Steel confessed as she began to bare her thighs. "I have to admit, I could look at those all day."
"Maybe you admire the beauty of nice legs, but I'm not sure they give you that ... that proper jolt of stimulus that we're interested in. What about the ass?"
"I'm not usually into ... that ... "
Steel paused as Dr. Luckey turned her back to him. The rear of her skirt was tight, clinging to buttocks so ripe and taut and beautifully formed as to make Steel reconsider his preferences.
She wiggled it at him. "Do you find my ass ... stimulating?"
"Yes -- but look, Doctor -- "
He was silent again as she faced him, then began to unbutton her blouse.
"I have a secret," she said. "I sually have to bind myself down, to get around in polite society."
"Bind yourself down? But you already have a nice ... uh ... "
"Yes. That's sort of the problem."
Steel stared as she stripped her upper body down to a wide industrial-strength bra, and with some effort managed to unhook it. It fell away, liberating breasts which would have made 99% of the world's strippers envious.
"Whoa!" Steel sighed. Big breast were his downfall. He could never really analyze it; all he knew was that nothing got him harder more quickly than a pretty girl with a humongous rack -- and Dr. Luckey was overqualified. |