Chapter 1: Introduction
Sarah drew a deep breath, her lungs filling with the scent of stale coffee and moldy plastic. She glanced around her, taking in the small, cluttered room, examining the work space of the business seeking her services.
The walls were lined with towering bookshelves, bursting with textbooks and research papers. A large, mahogany desk sat in the center of the room, cluttered with papers and half-empty cups of coffee.
Her gaze settled on a woman sitting at the desk, her dark hair pulled back in a neat bun, her glasses perched on the edge of her nose. She looked up from her computer as Sarah entered, and gestured to the empty chair in front of her.
"Sarah Smith, I presume?" she said, her voice smooth and professional.
"I'm Dr. Charlotte, head of the research team here at Lawson Tech Inc."
Sarah nodded, taking a seat in front of the desk. "Nice to meet you," she said, setting her bag down on the floor.
A moment of silence passed between them as Sarah waited for the woman to continue. She could sense the tension in the air, the anticipation building as she waited to hear what the woman had to say.
Finally, Dr. Charlotte spoke up, her voice still cool and collected.
"As I'm sure you're aware, we've been working on a new device here at Lawson Tech Inc. It's a device that can transfer mental traits from one person to another. We believe it has the potential to revolutionize the way we think about personal growth and development."
Sarah cringed internally. Of course, she'd been expecting this, she'd read the initial product pitch several times over before meeting with her prospective clients, as she always did, but she'd hoped that there had simply been some sort of misunderstanding or mistake on the part of Lawson Tech that had resulted in them claiming they'd created such an absurd device.
Truthfully, she shouldn't even be here. This was what the firm referred to as a classic "Greg job," in reference to her coworker Greg Summers. Greg was a 40 something perpetual junior associate who clearly had no ambitions of moving up in the company but was, nonetheless, just competent enough and had been with the company just long enough that they couldn't fire him. So, in order to give the man something to do, the firm had sacked him with the job of going around to every business with a ridiculous or obviously weak proposal, but still enough money to secure a meeting with the firm, and delivering the bad news. Unfortunately for Sarah, however, Greg was on vacation, and, despite her talents, she was still the youngest associate at the company, so the job fell on her shoulders instead.
"I've got to admit," Sarah began, asking the obvious question, "This device you're describing sounds like the product of a team of amateur science fiction writers, not a legitimate tech company."
Dr. Charlotte's lips pursed slightly, but she didn't seem offended by the comment. "We understand your skepticism, Ms. Smith," she said, "But we assure you, the device is real and it works."
Sarah remained unconvinced. "Well, with all due respect, I'm gonna need some definitive evidence of that if you expect to get anywhere with our firm. Otherwise, I'm simply wasting my valuable time here." Sarah crossed her arms, leaning back in her chair and glancing around the room once more, trying to exude confidence and professionalism, despite her growing annoyance and frustration.
Dr. Charlotte nodded, understanding the skepticism of the young marketing professional in front of her. "Of course. I understand your reluctance, Ms. Smith. That's why I've invited Dr. Mark Lawson, the CEO of Lawson Tech Inc., to join us today.
He's the brilliant mind behind the invention, and I'm sure he'd be more than happy to explain the details of the device to you, as well as demonstrate its capabilities."
Dr. Charlotte gestured towards the door, and Sarah watched as it swung open, revealing a man in his mid-forties, with a messy mop of graying hair and a pair of wire-rimmed glasses perched precariously on the edge of his nose.
His face lit up when he saw Sarah, and he gave her a charming smile, extending a nervous hand in greeting.
"Ms. Smith, I presume?" he stammered, grasping at Sarah's outstretched hand.
"Sarah Smith, yes" she replied, shaking his hand firmly before releasing it.
"Nice to meet you. I'm Mark Lawson. You may know me as the eccentric CEO of Lawson Tech Inc."
Sarah rolled her eyes internally, but she managed to keep a mildly pleasant expression on her face.
She'd dealt with men like Mark before. Brilliant, sure, but it was always the same story. They thought being eccentric and scatterbrained excused them from being professional.
"Nice to meet you, Dr. Lawson," she said, forcing a smile. "Now, if you don't mind, I'm going to need some sort of tangible proof if you expect me to market this thing."
Dr. Lawson nodded, and he quickly moved around the room, gathering together several electronic devices, as Dr. Charlotte looked on approvingly.
"As you can see, these are all NVH headsets, the latest development in neuro-technology. With them, you can map out neural patterns with a ridiculous degree of accuracy, allowing someone to see exactly what areas of their brain lights up when they think of any given concept or hypothetical, but we've taken the technology one step further, making our own device which can not only analyze a person's pattern of thinking, but transfer it to another person"
Sarah furrowed her brow, maintaining a skeptical expression. "Listen, Dr. Lawson, that sounds very impressive, but you're simply regurgitating the language from your proposal. To put it bluntly, this is giving the impression of a product somewhere between snake oil and science fiction and my firm isn't particularly interested in either" Sarah said, leaning forward and resting her elbows on her thighs.
Dr. Lawson glanced over at Dr. Charlotte, who nodded almost imperceptibly. He then cleared his throat, straightening and looking directly at Sarah. "Ms. Smith, I understand your concern and I assure you, I am not trying to sell you something that is anything less than genuine. If you'd like I could demonstrate the device to you firsthand, with yourself as one of its subjects" he said, a determined look in his eye.
Sarah was almost caught off guard before she quickly regained her barrings and nearly snorted with laughter. "Alright, alright you know what? Go ahead, Doctor Lawson. To be frank, I'm only agreeing because I think you're full of shit, but I admire the confidence, so I'll indulge your offer" Sarah said with a condescending grin.
Dr. Lawson smiled, seemingly unfazed by her cynical attitude. "Very well. To demonstrate the effectiveness of the device, however, I will need a second participant, and I have the perfect candidate in mind."
He motioned towards the chair in the corner, where the moronic secretary that the firm had unfortunately assigned to Sarah sat absentmindedly playing on her phone. Lexi. Truthfully, Sarah despised the woman.
Lexi was her secretary, yes, but in reality, she was little more than an office decoration. She was the same age as Sarah, but the two couldn't have been more different. The ditzy office girl was forever distracted by her endless flirtations with the men in the office. The only reason Sarah even had her was because every other associate already had a secretary when Lexi was hired, leaving Sarah as the only option. And the only reason she hadn't fired Lexi was because she was the CFO's niece.
Sarah could still remember the day the problems with Lexi had begun when she came to work wearing a skimpy, low-cut dress that had inflamed the attention of the male staff members. Sarah had rolled her eyes in disbelief at the ridiculous display, but Lexi hadn't gotten the hint. Over the months that followed, her behavior became more and more overt, and Sarah had resigned herself to the discomfort.
The idea of anything from Lexi's brain transferring to her own made Sarah nauseous, but she was confident the device wouldn't work anyway, so she agreed to the Doctor's terms.
Soon enough the two of them sat strapped to two chairs sitting side by side, countless wires connecting the headsets that each of them were wearing. "Alright," Doctor Lawson began, his voice echoing through the room, "Lexi, I want you to think of something that your life might be a little easier without" The Doctor said as he leaned down toward the secretary.
Lexi just giggled at the man in response before she replied, "I like, really like my life though, it's like, super fun!"
Sarah watched in amusement as the doctor failed to hide his grimace at the answer. "There's truly nothing you can think of Lexi?" He started to ask, a bit more desperation in his voice, "no anxieties that you have, nervous tics, addiction?" But as he spoke the last word Lexi immediately perked up.
"Ohhh um, I like, totally have a addiction! And I guess it does kinda make stuff a little hard sometimes" she said with a naive, thoughtful expression.
Lawson's eyes smiled at the answer. "And what might that addiction be to?" He asked, with faux curiosity.
Lexi blushed a bit before delivering her answer. "It's um, ummm, it's to, um, chocolate" she managed to get out as her face grew redder. Both Sarah and Lawson seemed confused at the woman's embarrassment over her answer, but the doctor pressed forward regardless. "Alright, well we took the liberty of mapping out your neural patterns as you thought about your addiction, and we'll now be transferring them to your boss, Sarah" he said, gesturing towards Sarah as he spoke.
Sarah eyed him skeptically, still unconvinced and slightly annoyed at being used as a prop in this man's bizarre stunt, but she shrugged her shoulders and said "let's just get on with this doctor, I have places to be."
The doctor smiled back in the face of Sarah's cynicism as he walked over to a control board and began throwing a series of switches.
A low hum filled the room as the headsets came to life, and Sarah felt a slight tingling sensation at her temples.
"I'm going to count down from ten," Lawson said, his voice low and even. "By the time I reach zero, the transfer will be complete. Are you ready?"
Sarah hesitated for a moment, still unsure about what she was getting herself into, but she nodded just the same. "I guess I have no choice now," she said with a half-hearted shrug.
Dr. Lawson grinned and nodded. "Alright then, here we go. Starting from ten, nine, eight, seven..."
Sarah closed her eyes, trying to focus on anything but the tingling sensation in her temples as the hum of the headset grew louder. But even with her eyes shut, she couldn't block out Dr. Lawson's voice, counting down in a monotonous rhythm.
"Three, two, one-"
With a jolt, Sarah felt something inside of her shift.
It was subtle, almost imperceptible, but she couldn't ignore the feeling. She opened her eyes, staring up at the ceiling as she tried to process what had just happened. Quickly, however, she dismissed the feeling as nothing more than a small electrical pulse or something similar that Lawson had wired the headset to emit.
"There, it's done," Dr. Lawson said, his voice filled with excitement. "You should now be able to feel Lexi's addiction."
Sarah blinked at the man in disbelief. "That's it? Really? I don't feel any different," the stern associate said to the doctor, an amused look on her face.
Lawson just smiled in response. "Oh we'll see about that" he said as he began rummaging through his coats many pockets. "Ah, yes!! Here it is! How do you feel... now?!" The doctor announced as he produced a chocolate bar from his pocket and waved it in Sarah's face.
But the thing is, Sarah didn't feel any different at all.
She glanced at the chocolate bar, then back up at Dr. Lawson, a puzzled expression on her face.
"I really don't feel any different." She shook her head, crossing her arms, "This is ridiculous. I told you I didn't have time for games."
A look of shock suddenly appeared on Doctor Lawson's face. "What? I don't understand.
This can't be right," Dr. Lawson said, a hint of confusion in his voice.
Sarah watched as he exchanged glances with Dr. Charlotte, who shrugged in response. "I'm sorry, Dr. Lawson, I assure you that the device has never malfunctioned before. I can't explain why it's not working with Sarah."
Sarah couldn't help but feel a small spark of satisfaction at the man's frustration, but she quickly pushed the feeling aside. It was time to be professional. She could tell from the look in his eyes that the doctor was about to ask if he could attempt a second demonstration, but Sarah cut off the idea before it could even leave his mouth. "My apologies, Doctor Lawson. I'm sure that you're a very capable man of science and will one day do great things, but it will be without the assistance of Green and Baker Marketing" she said firmly.
Dr. Lawson nodded, a sheepish expression on his face. "I understand, Ms. Smith. I apologize for wasting your time."
Sarah gathered her belongings and headed for the door, eager to leave the bizarre encounter behind her.
Unfortunately, between the amount of time that it took to set up the demonstration, as well as the commute there and back, Sarah was only able to get an hour or so of work done before the clock struck 5 and her weekend began. Truthfully, Sarah would have stayed late, but the company had recently adopted a number of policies aimed at preventing employee burnout, so she was barred from working past close.
Frustrated at her day with little else to do, Sarah decided that it was time for her monthly excursion to the local bar, where she would have a few drinks to start her weekend before heading home and opening a new book to read.
The bar was just a small hole in the wall, with seedy red walls, flickering fluorescent lights, and a long, scarred wooden countertop that was, nonetheless, comfortingly cool to the touch. The bar was rather busy in spite of its appearance, as it usually was, but Sarah managed to settle into a seat at the counter with a sigh of relief.
"Give me your best bourbon," Sarah said, sliding a $20 bill across the counter.
The bartender, a grizzled man with a bushy mustache and a faded tattoo of a snake on his forearm, nodded and poured her a generous glass of amber liquid.
Sarah took a sip, savoring the taste as it burned its way down her throat.
It was her one vice, the one thing she allowed herself to indulge in on occasion, and she enjoyed it immensely.
She had barely gotten the time to savor her second sip, however, when she heard a voice behind her. "What's a pretty girl like you doing in this dump?" A deep voice asked as it approached. Sarah swiveled in her seat, ready to tell the man off, however, as she came face to face with the black man approaching her, something strange happened.
She started to feel a warmth spreading in her chest, a little flutter of excitement. The man was handsome, she had to admit, with dark, piercing eyes that seemed to see right through her. His broad shoulders filled the doorway, and his confident stride made her heart skip a beat.
The realization hit her like a wave: she was attracted to him. Attracted! To a man! She couldn’t believe it, and she didn’t understand it. It wasn’t just a casual interest, either; she felt a powerful pull towards him, one that she couldn’t ignore.
Sarah glanced down at the bourbon in her hand, taking another sip to try and steady her nerves. This isn’t real, she thought to herself. This man wasn't her type at all. Even aside from the fact that Sarah was barely sexual to begin with, her type was often the well put together, nerdy academic sort, the complete opposite of the man now smiling on the stool beside, who looked like he fit right in as part of a street gang.
But even as she told herself that, she couldn’t deny the way her heart raced as he approached, or the way her body seemed to lean towards him as if drawn by an invisible force.
She felt herself blushing intensely as she finally responded to the man's question.
"I, uh, just came here to relax after work," she stumbled out, taking another sip of her drink to calm her nerves.
The man chuckled, not seeming to notice her discomfort. "Well, I'm glad I was lucky enough to show up at the same time," he said, flashing her a dazzling smile. "I'm DeMarcus, by the way."
Sarah hesitated for a moment, unsure of how to respond. She wasn't used to feeling this way toward any man, not to mention someone like DeMarcus. But something about him, his dreads, his dark skin, she found irresistible.
She found herself mesmerized by his muscular arms, covered in intricate tattoos. He was handsome, in a rugged way, and she couldn't help but feel drawn to him.
"I'm Sarah," she finally managed to stammer out, trying to regain her composure. "Nice to meet you, DeMarcus."
DeMarcus grinned and took a seat next to her. "So, Sarah, tell me about yourself, aside from the fact that you got a body to die for" he said as he scanned his eyes over her body, making no attempt to hide the way they lingered on her chest and her hips.
Sarah felt herself flush again, trying to think of a witty, intelligent response. Before she even had time to process what she was doing, however, her body took the lead, as if her brain had done this a million times before. She felt herself arch her back, pushing her chest out toward DeMarcus, and heard her voice light and airy as she spoke. More surprising than her seductive tone though, were the words themselves, sounding exactly like something Lexi would have said instead of her. "ohmygawd! U like, really think I've got a nice body??" Sarah asked
, immediately regretting the question as soon as she heard the cringe-worthy tone of her own voice, it was almost identical to Lexi’s. DeMarcus smiled wide at the words, though, and let out a low whistle.
"Yes, girl, your body is like nothing I've ever seen before," he replied
, but Sarah could feel her own confusion as the man spoke. She wasn't used to being so bold, especially not with a stranger, and yet here she was, seducing a man she had just met without even realizing it. The realization sent a shiver of excitement through her, and she couldn't help but wonder what was going on, but she was far too distracted by the way she was feeling to analyze the interaction. Her body took the lead again, quickly undoing the top three buttons of her blouse before she responded to DeMarcus in the same airheaded voice she'd used earlier.
"Well, I do have to stay fit for work, you know?" she said, biting her lower lip and leaning in closer to DeMarcus as she spoke.
Sarah couldn't believe what she was hearing come out of her own mouth, but she couldn't deny the way it made her feel. She loved the way DeMarcus was looking at her, with unabashed desire in his eyes. It was a feeling she had never experienced before, and she wanted more of it.
DeMarcus grinned and leaned in closer, his lips brushing against Sarah's ear as he spoke. "Well, I'd love to see more of that body of yours sometime," he whispered, his voice low and husky with desire.
"Maybe we can go back to my place later and find out just how fit you really are?"
Sarah felt a shiver of excitement run through her body as she looked up into DeMarcus's eyes. She knew she should be cautious, but the strangest thing happened - the more she fought her attraction to him, the stronger it grew. "Maybe," she replied, her voice thick with desire. "I'll let you know."
They spent the rest of the night flirting and laughing, their chemistry sizzling as they closed the distance between them. It wasn't long before Sarah found herself at a club with DeMarcus downtown, eagerly grinding her ass against his crotch as the speakers played My Type, by Saweetie.
The alcohol coursed through her veins, igniting a fierce hunger for him in her that she couldn't quite understand.
DeMarcus's hands roamed freely over her body, grasping and groping at her curves as if he had every right to explore every inch of her. Sarah was usually much more reserved and hesitant when it came to physical intimacy, but she couldn't deny the growing desire within her as she pushed herself back against him, desperate for more contact. "Ohmygawd I luv this fucking songggg !!!!" Sarah yelled over the music, barely recognizing the high-pitched, teasing voice that came out of her mouth. DeMarcus chuckled as he squeezed her tits from behind.
"You really are something else, Sarah. You surprise me more and more each time we talk."
Sarah moaned and arched her back, teasing him with her ass. "Yeah, and you're not bad yourself, DeMarcus. You know just how to push my buttons."
Sarah hadn't ever talked like this before, not with anyone, let alone someone she'd just met a few hours ago. But she couldn't help herself. Perhaps it was the alcohol, or maybe it was something else entirely.
Whatever it was, Sarah could feel herself becoming more and more bold as the night went on. She began to lose track of time, completely consumed by the rhythmic pounding of the music and the intoxicating scent of DeMarcus's cologne.
The two of them danced for hours, their bodies twining together in a passionate embrace. Sarah was swept up in the moment, her inhibitions melting away as she let herself give in to the wild, animalistic desire that surged through her. By the time the two of them left the club Sarah's blazer and bra were both long gone, and her blouse was now tied off below her tits in a trashy style.
DeMarcus led her through the crowded streets, his arm snug around her waist, pulling her in close.
Sarah simply couldn't control herself.
Sarah’s heart pounded in her chest as they stumbled back to DeMarcus’s apartment, the alcohol fogging her mind and making her even more bold.
His hand gripped then released her ass in time with her steps, and she shimmied down the street, reveling in his touch. She had never felt this way before, so wildly free and confident. It was like another person had taken over her body – someone who radiated seduction and desire.
As they arrived at his building, Sarah’s legs suddenly became wobbly.
She leaned heavily on DeMarcus, feeling the effects of the alcohol weighing her down. Her heart raced, both from the excitement of being with him and from the confusion she felt over her own behavior.
Sarah felt as if she was watching someone else live her life, a more sensual and adventurous version of herself that she never knew existed. And she couldn't deny that she was enjoying it, even if her mind was racing with questions about what was happening to her.
DeMarcus led Sarah up the stairs to his apartment, his hand steadying her at every turn.
Sarah could feel her body aching for him, the need to feel his touch growing stronger with every passing second.
As they entered his apartment, the door clicked shut behind them, cutting off the noise of the city.
Before Sarah knew it, DeMarcus had pulled her into his arms, his lips descending on hers in a deep, passionate kiss.
Sarah responded eagerly, her body melting into his as she wrapped her arms around his neck. The kiss was everything she had been craving and more - it was wild, raw, and unapologetically sexy.
Sarah felt her body melting into DeMarcus, her every thought consumed by the way he tasted, the way his stubble scratched against her skin, and the way his hands roamed over her body with such confidence and hunger.
DeMarcus quickly reached around and slapped Sarah's ass hard, smirking as he said "Alright now take that top off, bitch, I wanna see those fat ass tits." Sarah obeyed without hesitation, quickly pulling her partially unbuttoned shirt off and tossing it aside, revealing her voluptuous breasts to DeMarcus.
His eyes widened in appreciation, and Sarah couldn't help but feel a surge of pride as she saw the way he looked at her. It was a feeling she wasn't used to at all, but for some reason, it felt incredibly empowering.
"You like my huge fucking titties, daddy?" Sarah asked, arching her back and thrusting her chest out toward DeMarcus.
She didn't recognize the voice or the words that were coming out of her mouth, but she couldn't deny the thrill she felt as DeMarcus's eyes devoured every inch of her.
It was as if a switch had been flipped inside of her, and all of the sudden, she was no longer the reserved and professional Sarah Smith. Instead, she was someone else entirely - someone bold, confident, and unafraid to express her sexuality.
DeMarcus's eyes widened as he took in Sarah's voluptuous figure, her breasts displayed proudly for him to see. "Damn, girl," he whispered, his eyes burning with desire. "You're perfect."
Sarah couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement as she heard the words coming from DeMarcus's mouth. She felt like a different person, one who was unafraid to ask for what she wanted and who didn't let her insecurities hold her back.
"You got anything to show me in return? I've been staring at the outline of your BBC through your pants all fucking night" she purred.
She couldn't believe the words coming out of her mouth. Even as she said them, she could feel herself getting more and more turned on, the ache in her core growing stronger with every word.
DeMarcus grinned and took a step closer to Sarah, pressing his hips against hers as he ground his growing erection against her. "That's exactly what I like to hear" he said, his voice low and full of desire.
Sarah moaned and reached up to wrap her arms around his neck, pulling him in for another deep kiss.
DeMarcus wasted no time, his hands roaming down to cup her breasts, squeezing and kneading them eagerly as they kissed.
Sarah’s mind raced with a thousand thoughts, her confusion and intrigue mingling with the fiery passion that built in her core. She felt like a completely different person, one made bolder and more adventurous, and much MUCH sluttier.
Sarah felt DeMarcus's hands on her breasts, kneading and teasing her nipples, and a whimper escaped her lips. She was more sensitive than she had ever been before, every touch lighting her nerves on fire, and sending bolts of electricity down to her pussy. She hadn't felt anything like this so quickly with anyone else before; it was a raging desire that made every inch of her body tremble.
She reached for DeMarcus's pants, yanking them down roughly before he could even react.
His hard, black dick sprang free, and Sarah felt herself salivating at the sight.
She couldn't believe it - less than 24 hours earlier, she had been a virtual stranger to the concept of sexual attraction, and yet here she was, ready to fuck a complete stranger with a hunger she couldn't explain. Her hand darted forward, gripping his dick firmly in her grasp as she began to pump her hand up and down his length.
DeMarcus grunted in pleasure, his eyes rolling back as he bucked his hips against Sarah's grip.
"Damn, girl, you're really into this," he said with a chuckle.
Sarah didn't respond. She was too caught up in the addictive sensation of his dick in her hand, the hot, heavy length pulsing against her palm.
She'd never felt anything like it before, and it was more than a little overwhelming.
She sank to her knees, looking up at DeMarcus with a wicked grin, before taking his throbbing cock into her mouth.
It tasted salty, and a little strange, but she was too caught up in the wild, unbridled lust that consumed her to be concerned with such trivial things as taste.
She began to suck, her mouth working up and down his length, her tongue swirling around the head of his dick as she went.
"Fuuuuuck yeah, suck that dick you stupid fucking slut" DeMarcus growled.
Sarah was taken aback at how brutal and filthy he was, but for some reason, it only turned her on more.
She felt like she couldn't get enough of him, her pussy growing hotter and wetter with every filthy word he hissed at her.
It was like she was being consumed by raw, uncontrollable desire - a hunger that burned through her like a wildfire and left everything in its wake completely consumed.
She sucked harder, bobbing her head back and forth as she pleasured him.
DeMarcus grabbed her hair, using it as a lever to thrust deeper into her mouth.
Sarah gagged on him, her eyes watering, but the rough treatment only made her crave him more. She reveled in the feeling of powerlessness, liking the rough domination she was experiencing.
Finally, unable to hold back any longer, DeMarcus groaned out in ecstasy, shooting his load down her throat. Sarah swallowed hungrily, taking it all, milking every drop until he finished.
She let DeMarcus's dick slide out of her mouth with a satisfied pop.
He looked down at her, and Sarah saw a mixture of shock and awe on his face.
She licked her lips, smiling up at him.
"Is that what you like, DeMarcus?" Sarah asked, winking up at him flirtatiously.
DeMarcus could only nod, taking in the sight of the ambitious and skeptical woman who had just moments ago sucked him off in ways even he'd found to be perverse.