Chapter 1: Introduction
Gina pushed her glasses up the bridge of her nose, scribbling furiously on the chalkboard. The lab was dimly lit, and the hum of the machinery was the only sound that broke the silence. She loved the feel of the chalk against the board, the way it scratched and squeaked, the taste of the chalk dust on her lips. Her fingers moved with precision, like a dancer choreographing an intricate ballet.
"Gina?"
She looked up to find Ashley leaning against the doorframe, her hands wrapped around a coffee cup.
Ashley's blond hair cascaded down her shoulders like a golden waterfall, and her warm hazel eyes were full of concern.
Gina put down the chalk and wiped her hands on her white lab coat. "Hey, what's up?"
"You're still here," Ashley said, her voice laced with a hint of amusement. "I thought you were supposed to be leaving for the Bahamas tomorrow."
Gina sighed and looked down at her watch. She had completely lost track of time. "Yeah, I know.
I just have a few more things I want to finish up before I go." Gina shrugged, trying to play it cool, but Ashley knew her too well.
"You mean you're going to stay up all night, pouring over your research and ignoring the beautiful beaches that await you?" Ashley's tone was light, but Gina could hear the concern in her voice.
Gina tried to protest, but Ashley cut her off. "You need a break, Gina.
I know you love your work, but you're driving yourself crazy. You're always so worried about solving the next big problem that you forget to take care of yourself." Ashley took a sip of her coffee, her eyes never leaving Gina.
Gina looked at Ashley, knowing she was right. She had been working non-stop for five years on her latest invention, a machine that could completely alter a person's brain. She had put everything else on hold during that time, leading to years of late nights and weekends spent in the office. And it had paid off, the machine was finished, yet, here Gina was, immediately working on creating a process for producing the device at an industrial scale rather than taking the rest she needed and deserved.
"I know, Ash. I just need to finish this one thing.
I promise, then I'll go home and start packing." Gina waved her hand dismissively, but Ashley wasn't having it.
"No, that's not good enough. Look at you, you're exhausted. You need a real break." Ashley took a step closer to Gina, looking her dead in the eye. "You can't keep going like this Gina, please, get some rest for once in your life."
Gina sighed deeply at the words, finally taking a moment to put her chalk down. "I-I suppose you're right , Ash," she admitted, looking at her best friend with a small hint of guilt. "I have been a bit... consumed by this project."
Ashley's eyes softened, her concern easing. "That's okay, I know how important it is to you," she said gently. "But you need to remember to take care of yourself, too. You've poured your heart and soul into this project, but it's not everything."
Gina's eyes flicked over her shoulder at her machine, it almost resembled a small, sleek remote, but it was so much more.
It was the culmination of years of hard work and countless sleepless nights. She had put everything she had into it, every bit of knowledge she had gained from her studies at Yale. The thought of leaving it behind for a week, even if it was for a vacation, made her heart race.
But Ashley was right. Gina needed a break. The line between work and life had blurred long ago, and she found herself unable to turn it off, even when she was supposed to be enjoying herself. She was stressed, and it showed.
Her usually glassy blue eyes were dull and tired, her shoulders hunched forward as if carrying a burden that was heavier than she could handle. Ashley could see it, could feel it remotely, as if the stress of her best friend's overwork had seeped into her bones.
"Thanks for driving all the way out to the lab, Ash. I needed to hear that. If you want, you can follow my car back to my place. Maybe we could have a fun little movie night to unwind before my trip" Gina said, feeling bad at the concern she'd caused Ashley.
Ashley smiled, her whole face lighting up. "That sounds like a plan, Gina. I'll gather some snacks and meet you back at your place."
Soon enough, both of them were exiting the lab, Ashley a bit after Gina as she'd told her friend that she needed to use the bathroom. Gina felt a pang of guilt. She knew she had been neglecting her friends and her own wellbeing in favor of her work. She needed to make a change, even if it was just for a little while.
Back at Gina's apartment, Ashley made herself comfortable in the living room, surrounded by stacks of books and unfinished puzzles. As the two women immersed themselves in the favorite films that each of them shared, Gina finally felt herself starting to relax a bit, and it wasn't long before she was sound asleep on the couch.
As soon as Ashley was certain that her friend was no longer conscious, she pulled a small, remote shaped device from her pocket. Ash hadn't had to use the bathroom at all. In truth, she'd just needed an excuse to get her hands on Gina's device before they'd left the lab. Ashley had been worried sick about her best friend for weeks, and she'd finally found a way to help her unwind and enjoy her vacation without having to worry about her constantly buzzing mind.
She held the small, sleek remote in her hand, marveling at its design. It was a marvel of modern engineering, and Ashley knew that only Gina's genius mind could have created it.
Ashley had since researched the device extensively, learning all she could about its capabilities and limitations.
She knew that Gina had programmed it specifically to alter the user's brain, enhancing or diminishing various cognitive functions depending on the setting. Ashley, however, had a different use for it in mind, one she hoped would help her friend unwind and relax.
She set the device down gently on the coffee table, her mind racing with possibilities. She had never planned on using the device without Gina's permission, but in this case, she felt justified.
After all, it was her brain that was being tortured by constant stress and overwork.
Ashley walked over to Gina, who was still sound asleep on the couch. She gently lifted her friend's head, placing a soft kiss on her forehead before picking up the remote once more.
Her heart pounded in her chest as she turned on the device, activating the "Decrease Cognitive" setting. Ashley watched as the low hum of the machinery grew louder, filling the apartment.
The light on the device slowly began to blink, indicating that the process was now underway.
Ashley watched as the sleeping Gina's features began to soften, her brows relaxing and her rigid posture easing. Guilt gnawed at Ashley for what she was doing, yet the calm concern in Gina's face told her it was for the best.
As Gina's intelligence decreased, so too did her worries and anxieties. It was as if Ashley could see the tension melt away before her very eyes.
Gina's breathing deepened, her body visibly relaxing as the machine continued to work its magic. Ashley couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt, but she knew it was for the best. Gina had been working herself to the bone for so long, and Ashley wanted nothing more than for her best friend to finally find some peace and relaxation. The machine worked for an hour or so, and When it finally shut off, Ashley carefully slipped it back into her pocket, quietly making her way to the door and leaving her friend asleep on the couch. "You'll thank me for this later" Ashley whispered as she took one last look at Gina before closing the door and leaving the home.
The next morning, Gina was awoken by the sound of the alarm from her phone sitting on the coffee table next to her.
She sat up and rubbed the sleep from her eyes, slowly becoming aware of her surroundings. She was feeling lighter, more relaxed than she had in ages. Her thoughts seemed slow and fuzzy, not the usual whirlwind of calculations and theories that had always dominated her mind. It felt strange, but she just chalked it up to morning grogginess. Still sitting on the couch, she stretched her arms above her head, staring at her phone as it continued blaring the alarm she'd set. She knew there was a reason she was supposed to be up early today, but for the life of her she couldn't seem to figure it out. "Like, why did I need to like, wake up early again ?" Gina said to herself out loud before erupting in a giggle. Her speech was slower, her thoughts disjointed, but she felt a strange sense of calm wash over her.
Gina got up and headed towards the kitchen, where a calendar reminder flashed on her phone screen informing her about her trip to the Bahamas. So that's where she was supposed to be! The idea of tropical drinks and warm sand made her feel all tingly inside.
As Gina moved through the apartment, a sense of clarity settled over her.
She was going on vacation! It had been far too long since she had allowed herself to indulge and truly take a break. Her thoughts drifted to the clear blue waters and gentle ocean breeze, the soft sway of palm trees in the wind. A newfound giddiness washed over her as she contemplated all she would experience in the Bahamas.
"I like, can't believe I almost like, forgot about my vacation, OMG" Gina exclaimed with excitement, her words coming out in an almost childlike fashion. As Gina packed for the trip, she quickly realized that none of her clothes were really appealing to her. " Like, these clothes are like, so like, boring" Gina said, wrinkling her nose at her neatly pressed suits and conservative blouses. As she rifled through the back of closet, something suddenly caught here eye. It was a pair of barely there denim booty shorts and a cropped pink tee with a playboy bunny symbol on it. If Gina had been her usual self, she would have recognized the outfit as a gag gift Ashley had bought her in college, one which she'd shoved into the back of her wardrobe and only hung on to out of amusement at Ashley's joke. In her current state, however, Gina couldn't remember the context behind why she had the outfit, she only knew that she liked it, she liked it a lot. " This is like, totally me" she said, giggling to herself as she slipped into the booty shorts and cropped top. Looking in the mirror, she hardly recognized herself. Her short brown hair was tucked behind her ears, her glasses resting on the nightstand. In their place, she wore a pair of sunglasses with hearts for the lenses that Ashley had also left in the gift.
Gina turned this way and that, admiring the way the shorts simultaneously rode low on her hips, working with the top to show off her midriff, but were still short enough that almost a quarter of her ass was hanging out of the bottom. Meanwhile, her top was so tight that, even though it wasn't low cut, the shape of her braless breasts was obvious to anyone who cared to look.
Her nipples hardened under the cropped pink tee, poking against the fabric as she looked at herself in admiration. "I have like, totally hot tits" she giggled before cupping her breasts and squeezing them lightly.
She stepped back and examined herself, her shyness long gone in this new version of herself. "Like, Ashley is so going to trip out when she sees me like this," she mused out loud, grinning wickedly. "Oh my gawd I should like, post a pic to my snap story!!!" Gina squealed to herself.
She opened her snap story and positioned herself carefully in front of the mirror. She stuck out her ass, making sure that the booty shorts were on full display, while also pushing her boobs together to emphasize her cleavage. She snapped the picture and quickly added a filter that made her eyes sparkle and her lips look plumper.
As she waited for the upload to complete, Gina felt a new kind of excitement running through her veins. She had never considered showing off her body like this before, her views on the importance of one's intelligence and disdain for the patriarchy always firmly standing in her way, but with her vastly reduced intellect she suddenly found the idea fun, appealing even.
The notion of posting provocative pictures on social media for all to see would have horrified her old self, but in this new, dumber reality, Gina couldn't wait for the likes and comments to flood in. She giggled to herself, waiting for the upload to finish, she felt like a new person.
Gina was just about to put her phone away and head off to the airport when the first notification came in indicating a reply to her story. It was a picture from Dwayne, the security guard at the lab who she'd reluctantly added back after one of the moronic secretaries had given out her info without her consent. Normally Gina would have never even considered interacting with the man, but, in her current state, she quickly opened the snap without even taking a moment to consider her actions.
The picture was a close-up of Dwayne's muscular, tanned body. He wore nothing but a pair of loose Board shorts with the pockets hanging low. His chiseled abs glistened in the sunlight and his membership card for the gym dangled conspicuously from the necklace around his neck. Along the middle of it was a caption reading "Damn Gina, didn't know you was hiding all that underneath them business suits 😮"
Gina's breath hitched at the sight of the muscular, heavily tattooed man and his cocky message. This was a side of her that she had never let anyone see before. Her nipples hardened even further, and Her fingers shook with excitement as she typed back a reply to Dwayne.
"Thank uuuu lol I like haaaate how I always have to dress for work tbh" she wrote, giggling as she sent the message.
She had never been so reckless with her words before, but as she pressed the send button, a thrill ran through her body. It was something she couldn't explain or understand, but the idea of being desired by someone like Dwayne was almost overwhelming.
As Gina scrolled through the rest of the notifications on her phone, she saw that her inbox was flooded with messages from other colleagues - all male, all of them expressing their admiration for her new look. It wasn't long before she received a reply from Dwayne.
"It's a shame honestly, titties like that should never be covered by a business suit. What you do at the lab anyway? I just realized I always see you walkin in but honestly I got no clue what your job is 😂" he wrote.
Gina couldn't help but smile as she read the message. She had never been one for casual flirtation, always preferring to stick to her work and her own thoughts rather than put herself out there. But with her diminished mental capacity, she felt a thrill run through her veins as she went to type out her response.
Suddenly, however, Gina realized that she actually COULDN'T remember her job. Struggling to recall what she does for work, Gina eventually managed to type out "Uhhhh honestly I just like work for Mr Abrams 😅."
Mr Abrams was the head of the company which owned the lab, so Gina's now limited memory wasn't TECHNICALLY wrong, what Gina didn't realize, however, was that her message would give Dwayne entirely the wrong the impression of her role at the company. Usually, whenever someone said they "worked for Mr Abrams" it actually meant that they were one of his personal secretaries, a group of vapid bimbos whose only role at the company was to let Abrams bend them over his desk whenever he was feeling stressed. And, given Gina's outfit as well as the tone of her messages, Dwayne now assumed her to be exactly that.
"Oh shit, you mean like Mr. Abrams' personal little secretary 😏? That's fucking hot, Gina. You must get to see all the action behind the scenes while still looking fine as hell in the front. Hell, I bet you're one of the reasons why the place is run so smoothly."
Gina giggled at the message and replied immediately, too dumb to realize that Dwayne had incorrectly assumed the nature of her job. "U kno ittttttttt 🍑" she wrote, happily sending the provocative emoji along with it. Instantly, a wave of excitement washed over Gina. She had never behaved like this before, never gone against her fiercely held feminist values and never let herself be objectified in such a way. And yet, as she looked down at her own body, Gina couldn't deny the thrill she felt at the attention. She posed as she took another picture to send to Dwayne. This time the pic was borderline indecent. In it Gina had pulled her crop top up further so that the underside of her breasts was clearly visible . She also made sure to pull down her shorts just enough that the straps of her neon pink thong were visible over the waistline of her pants before she stuck out her tongue to complete the look.
She took the picture, and after a few seconds, a notification popped up on her screen, signaling the arrival of Dwayne's reply. It was another picture. The moment Gina opened it her jaw nearly dropped to the ground.
It was a picture of Dwayne's cock, thick and long, with a single bead of pre-come glistening at the tip. Gina's heart raced, her cheeks flushed as she bit her lip. She couldn't believe what was happening, she was sending explicit pictures to a man in her workplace, a man who she barely knew. She was never this reckless before. The only thing she could think about at that moment was the massive size of his dick. She looked at the photo again, unable to shake off the desire rising within her. She typed her reply immediately, not even taking a moment to think critically about the message she was about to send. "Oh my gawddddddd , you're like, sooo big," she wrote, along with a drooling face emoji.
As she hit send, Gina wasn't sure what she was expecting as a response. Maybe a few more dirty pictures? Perhaps an invitation to come over to his place later that night? Before she had time to continue using her now limited mind to anticipate what Dwayne would do next, however, her phone began to ring. He was calling her.
Gina's heart rate spiked as she glanced at her phone screen. She had never received a call from Dwayne before, she had never spoken to him outside of polite greetings, her usual chilly demeanor keeping him at a distance.
Still, unable to resist the curiosity burning inside of her, Gina clicked 'accept call' with a trembling finger.
"Hello?" she replied hesitantly, unsure of what she would find on the other end.
"Hey, its Dwayne.
I hope you don't mind me callin' ya like this, but I didn't want to just text you. I figured we might need to have a, uh, private little conversation."
Gina's heart pounded in her chest, and she felt a rush of heat flood her face. She had no idea what to say or where this could possibly be going, but her mind was already racing with thoughts of the throbbing cock in the picture.
Accordingly, the airheaded nature caused by Ashley using Gina's device to severely diminish her once formidable intellect was in full force as she finally responded to Dwayne. " I don't knooww, like, I mean, uh, what do you mean by 'private' ?" Gina's voice cracked as she asked the question, her breath coming out in short, sharp gasps.
A silence hung between them for a moment, made awkward by Gina's idiocy and Dwayne's desire. "Well, I mean," he said, his voice dripping with a smug sort of confidence.
"I was thinking... maybe we could talk a lil while I work on this hard on you gave me babygirl"
Gina's felt a heat pooling in her core as she listened to Dwayne's words. "Fuck, that, that sounds, like, really fun" she stammered in reply, the excitement in her voice palpable.
Dwayne's chuckled loudly at the other end of the phone. "I bet it does. Now why don't you tell me a lil sum bout how you feel about my dick baby, I know you been thinkin bout it ever since I sent that pic" he said before punctuating the sentence with another laugh.
Gina squirmed within her chair, her breathing growing heavier as she imagined what that giant cock would feel like inside her. "Oh my god, it looks like, it looks like, it's hugeeee" she managed to say, her voice quivering.
She could imagine Dwayne smiling at her admission, her brain finally working fast enough for her to understand the implications of what she had done, what she had invited.
Dwayne spoke again, his voice soothing, "You wanna see it, baby?
You wanna watch me work this big dick until it's nice and hard for you?"
Gina's breath caught as she heard the words come out of his mouth. "Oh, god, yes" she whispered almost inaudibly. She couldn't believe what was happening, the scenario playing out in real-time almost too filthy and exciting to imagine.
"Let's do it then baby," he said right before Gina got the request to turn their call into a video call.
"Ohmygod," Gina gasped, as she pressed the answer button. "Holy shit," she added as she saw Dwayne appear on her phone.
He was already working his cock on the video feed, a smirk on his face as he saw Gina's reaction.
Gina's mouth hung open as she watched him. Her heart raced, and her breath came out in short quick gasps. She felt her pussy growing wetter and wetter as she watched him slowly stroke his thick shaft. He had one hand wrapped around it, with the other filming himself. The camera panned up and down along his long body. Dwayne laughed again. "You gonna say something baby? I know multi tasking might be a little hard for girls like you but I'm sure you still got enough going on upstairs to talk and watch me rub my cock at the same time" he said as his grin grew wider.
Gina felt her face flush crimson, but she couldn't tear her gaze away from the screen. She bit her bottom lip as she watched him continue to pump his meaty cock. The filthy picture on the screen was making Gina's own pussy clench in desire, and she pressed her thighs together, trying to quell the achebuilding between them. "Uh huh, I mean yeah. I can totally do that," she said, her voice thick with desire.
"Like, can you, like, show me how you like to do it?" she added, her usual reservations long forgotten.
Dwayne's smile grew wider as he nodded. "Sure thing, baby. I'll show you how I like to stroke my cock nice and slow, imagining your tight little pussy wrapped around it."
He spoke with a low, husky voice, the sound making Gina feel heated all over. She couldn't believe what was happening; her body felt like it was on fire with pure, unbridled desire. "Fuuuck , that's so hot," she breathed, her hand slipping between her legs to rub at her aching clit.
"Mmhmm, I know, baby. You like watching me jerk off, don't you? It's making you so wet," Dwayne said, his voice dripping with masculine confidence.
Gina nodded frantically, unable to find her words as she continued to pleasure herself.
"Good girl. Now show me how you touch yourself, Gina.
Let me see your pretty little fingers over that pussy.". Gina chewed her lower lip before she angled the camera so that it captured the hand she'd already buried in her booty shorts. Her clit was already swollen, throbbing with each beat of her heart as she slightly shimmied out of her shorts and pulled her thong to the side before making a show of spreading her pussy lips for the camera.
"Look at you, all wet and ready for me" Dwayne said, a malicious gleam in his eyes as he continued to stroke his thick shaft. "Take off that top baby doll, I wanna see them sexy ass tits" he said, his tone making it clear that it wasn't a question.
Gina complied immediately, pulling her top over her head with a giggle and tossing it to the side. On screen, she could see the heat in Dwayne's gaze as he looked at her full, heavy breasts with their dusty rose nipples, now fully erect and begging for his touch.
"Fuck, girl. I always knew Abrams liked his bitches stacked but damn!" Dwayne let out a low whistle as he took in the sight of Gina's bare tits and pink thong.
"Those are some damn nice titties you got there. I bet they taste just as sweet as they look" he growled, never once breaking eye contact with her.
Gina giggled and shook her tits at Dwayne's words. "Thank youuuuu " She purred, loving the way he talked to her now, the way her intellectually reduced mind found ancient and simple pleasure in his unwashed, masculine tone.
Her hand moved down between her legs again, her still damp panties heaping with evidence that her body had already been fully inspired by the sight of Dwayne's throbbing cock. With the stroke of a finger, she felt herself getting wetter and wetter, the delicious contractions that followed her touch only fueling her hunger for more.
"I'm glad they're big as fuck too, this dick is 10 inches so they need to be" Dwayne said as he continued pumping his cock.
"Is that, um, is that like a lot?" Gina asked in-between moans.
Dwayne laughed loudly again in response. "You know, you're lucky you're hot baby doll" he said, a playful look in his eyes as he continued stroking himself on the screen.
Gina blushed at the compliment. "Like, what do you mean?" She asked, cocking her slightly as she posed the question. Dwayne chuckled yet again. "I'm saying you def the type to be gettin confused or asking a lotta questions, but it's okay cause you got some nice ass titties, u know? Don't worry though, I think it's cute, I never liked smart bitches anyway" - Dwayne said, continuing to jerk off while looking at Gina through the camera.
Gina felt a momentary flash of anger at his words, fragments of her old self pushing her to react negatively to his statement. But as she sat there partially naked, tits bouncing and panties drenched in her own arousal, she couldn't deny that his words, however harsh, were still incredibly arousing to her addled mind. Any semblance of anger disappeared from Gina's simplified mind as she giggled vapidly at Dwayne's words. "Ya I guess that like, makes sense, I mean honestly, like, smart bitches always seem, like, so sad ya know?" Gina replied, grinning as her nipples hardened at the sight of Dwayne's thick, pulsating dick.
He leaned back, a sly look on his face as he held his cock gently in his grip. "Yeah, they seem like they got a billion problems on their minds and their nasty faces don't ever light up.
That's why I fucks with dumb hoes like you, it's more fun."
Gina giggled, chewing on her lip as she felt the heat spreading between her legs. " Yeahh , dumb hoes are way more fun. Plus I bet we, like, suck dick way better too". She wasn't sure where the sudden dirty streak was coming from, but Gina felt a thrill run down her spine as she said the words out loud.
Dwayne rewarded her with a nasty grin and lazily stroked his cock with a suggestive finger.
"That's right, baby doll. You've got some attitude," he said, his voice gravelly and raw. "And you like to talk big, huh? Well, let's see if you can handle me."
Gina could feel herself getting wetter just listening to him, her brain working overtime to keep up with the sudden shift in her thoughts and desires.
"Uh huh! I can handle you," she replied, a mischievous smile spreading across her face as her fingers began to move faster.
Dwayne let out a low growl as he watched her. "That's what daddy likes to hear. Before we really put you to the test though, how bout you cum for me baby" he said with a cocky grin.
"Stroke that wet pussy for me, let me see you cum"
Gina’s heart raced at his command, and she watched with wide eyes as Dwayne continued to jerk his cock lazily, his thumb brushing over the massive head. "Fuck, yeah" she moaned, "I'm gonna cum for you". Dwayne watched with pure satisfaction as Gina’s fingers moved faster and faster, her other hand cupping her breast to pinch and twist her nipple as she went closer and closer to climax.
“Yes, yes, I’m almost there,” she gasped, throwing her head back and moaning as the pleasure coursed through her.
Dwayne watched greedily, his mouth watering at the sight of Gina’s hand rubbing her pussy so furiously. He stroked himself in time with her movements, knowing he was close to cumming as well. “That’s right, baby, cum for me,” he grunted through clenched teeth. And then Gina did, screaming loudly as her body shook with the strength of her orgasm.
Her pussy throbbed and pulsed around her fingers, her juices dripping out and onto the couch in a hot, sticky mess. Dwayne couldn't hold back any longer, grunting as he came hard, his jizz spurting out all over his belly and abs. "Fuck, that, that felt, like, so fucking good daddy. Like, literally, like, mind blowing, omg" Gina moaned with a giggle as she came down from her orgasm. Dwayne laughed loudly at the comment. "Don't take this the wrong way babydoll but I feel like you get mindblown pretty easily" he chuckled.
Gina, who was still basking in the afterglow of her orgasm, giggled and shrugged impishly, a playful glint in her eye. "Yeah, maybe" she replied, her voice still breathy. "I'm, like, not really, like, thinking about stuff right now, and like, I feel like, if you like, don't think about stuff, it's like, super easy to get surprised and stuff, ya know?" Gina replied, her words slurred and carefree.
"Oh, definitely, that's a good thing though. All you need to think about with that pretty little head is how to look sexy and how to make daddy cum, okay?" Dwayne grinned wickedly.
"Mmm, I can do that," Gina responded, continuing to tease her nipples while maintaining her gaze on Dwayne's still-hard dick on the screen. She squeezed her thighs together, relishing the memory of the intense orgasm that had just shattered through her. But now Gina was hungry for more; she craved more of that filthy, dirty pleasure that Dwayne made her feel.
"Can I, like, come over to your place now? I wanna, like, see the real thing" she asked softly, her voice dripping with desire.
Dwayne raised his eyebrows at the question, but he could see the eagerness in Gina's eyes and the way her nipples were already perking up again at the thought of him being inside her. He couldn't resist the temptation any longer, and so after a moment he replied back with, "Sure thing, baby doll. Come on over."
Just as Gina was about to get up and head to Dwayne's however, a second alarm ringed on her phone, she was supposed to leave for the airport. "Oh my goddd!!!!! I like, totally forgot!" Gina squealed as she stared at the tiny alarm icon on her screen. "I'm like, supposed to go out of town tonight!"
Dwayne frowned at the news. A new spike of excitement ran through him at the thought of having her over but, if she was leaving town, the chance would be squandered. At least temporarily.
"Can't you, like, cancel the trip or something?" Dwayne asked, his voice dripping with hope and disappointment all at once. "I promise I'll make it worth your while, babygirl.
I'll pick you up in my car, and we'll go back to my place. We can spend the night together, and then I can drive you to the airport tomorrow morning. How's that sound?" Dwayne said with another smirk.
Gina desperately wanted to listen to him, but, even as dumb as she now was, she knew that she wouldn't be able to reschedule her flight. " Like, I want to daddy but like, I can't ," she sighed regretfully. "I have to catch my flight tonight. Maybe we could, like, meet back here whenever I get back?" she asked with a hopeful gaze.
Dwayne considered her words before letting out a deep sigh. He supposed he couldn't force her to stay here with him but he knew that waiting for her to return was going to be absolute agony. "Alright, baby, I'll think about it," he said with a forced smile.
Gina smiled back warmly.
"Okay, daddy. I'll be thinking about you too," she replied, her voice full of longing.
She hung up the call with Dwayne and spent the next few minutes rushing through her preparations, barely even noticing the disarray that her lack of focus had created. Her mind was still elsewhere, preoccupied with the idea of Dwayne's cock buried deep inside her.
Soon enough, she found herself sitting in the business class seat of a plane, her legs spread apart slightly as she glanced at the watch on her wrist.