Following her weekend dalliance with her new invention, Lizzie arrived back at the lab bright and early Monday morning, ready to finish up her plans for the ultimate sexual enhancement device. She was going to revolutionize the pleasure industry. And everyone was going to recognize her for the genius that was Elizabeth Bordeaux.
She was the picture of absolute focus. For the next several days, Lizzie spent every moment in the office working, testing, writing. She barely even had time to think about those poor impotent souls jerking off down the hall with only the help of their team's trial pharmaceuticals. Pitiful. If they only knew how fast their dicks would get hard at the flip of that one tiny switch hiding in her purse.
Oh, she most definitely kept the device with her at all times. She was focused on her work, but she was still human, after all. She still had needs. And no way was she letting that puppy out of her sight.
But as she started preparing her written proposal to go along with the prototype, Lizzie started to realize just how unlikely it was to get approved in its current state. The device was basically a gun that could only be used on other people, so there was no way it was going to get the green light in the sexual dysfunction market. Plus, the connotations associated with that delivery mechanism would likely color the views of even the most open-minded board members. She was going to have to modify the design to be more palatable to the mainstream.
It had been hard enough working out the precise measurements to get the initial prototype to work at all that Lizzie wasn't exactly sure where to start when it came to streamlining it.
Whenever Lizzie had a moment to herself, she kept replaying that day at church, and how the priest's words so perfectly matched the rhythmic cresting of orgasmic pleasure. How he had cum in the middle of a church service. A man of God, sworn to celibacy, enjoying the carnal sins of the flesh before the eyes of his congregation. His choice of verse that day had really made an impact on Lizzie. She had so much pleasure to give, and she was receiving so much in return. It felt right, what she was doing. She was going to share these gifts with the world. And in return, she was going to be the most renowned young scientist in the country. Notorious, even, for bringing the science of sexual pleasure into the mainstream. And each time her mind wandered, she became more focused on perfecting her design.
Later that week, Lizzie was still hard at work refining her designs, and was finally starting to get a few ideas flowing by mid-morning when her lab mate Benny strolled into the office. It was past 10. How on earth did he still have a job if he came into the office practically halfway through the work day? Lizzie watched him with mild annoyance as he shuffled by her desk.
As he walked by, Benny glanced over at Lizzie with that smart-ass look he always wore and momentarily stopped at her desk. Making a point to crowd her space, Benny leaned forward as he pretended with exaggerated interest to read her notes, letting his eyes linger on her chest a little too long as he did so. "Hard at work making those cocks hard, Liz?" he asked, chuckling at his witty single entendre. He leaned in with a stage whisper, "There's one right here waiting for you, if you ever want to play in the big leagues."
Lizzie rolled her eyes in response. Deep down she couldn't deny she was tempted. But she valued her career too much to have casual sex with a coworker. Plus, she kind of enjoyed knowing that Benny was probably rubbing one out to her every other night. That was way too delicious an image to sully by actually fucking him.
Benny muttered something under his breath as he walked away that Lizzie couldn't quite catch. She had the sneaking suspicion it went something like "What a bitch," but she couldn't be certain.
After Benny settled into his desk and Lizzie tried to go back to her work, the thought of Benny jerking off to her every night, knowing he couldn't have her, started rattling around in her brain. She felt the familiar flush of arousal start to color her cheeks as she tried in vain to concentrate on her work. Images of her previous conquests, mixed with new ones involving Benny, continued their barrage until, impulsively, Lizzie grabbed the prototype from her purse and aimed it at Benny from under her desk.
Before she had time to talk herself out of it, she flicked the switch to the first setting: arousal. The change was obvious. Benny jolted forward in his chair as he realized he was sporting a massive boner. He looked around to see if anyone had noticed, clearly uncomfortable and embarrassed.
As much as she wanted to make Benny jizz his pants right there, Lizzie decided not to push it to the next setting just yet. She wondered what he would do if she kept him there in the electric field without pushing him to release. Would he excuse himself to go jerk off in the bathroom? Would he just sit there with an erection all day? She had to know.
Benny closed his eyes tightly, pursing his lips together as if he were trying to clear his mind. Too bad, buddy, Lizzie thought. No use thinking of the queen this time. This erection was sent from on high.
Benny squinted with a furrowed brow as he buried his face in his hands, clearly frustrated. He stayed that way for a minute or two, and Lizzie was careful not to be caught staring too long. She started typing on her computer, finishing up a bit of mindless clerical work as she watched Benny out of the corner of her eye.
Lizzie fought hard against the urge to press the second button, wanting to see how long Benny could handle staying in that state of arousal. She kept working, stealing glances every now and then when she could get away with it. All the while growing more aroused herself and the thought of her coworker just sitting there at his desk with a raging hard-on.
She started to feel the flush spread to her chest as her mind lingered on Benny's predicament, and found herself starting to unbutton the top buttons of her blouse to cool off a bit. But the feeling of her own fingers on her chest and neck was too enticing, and she allowed her hand to linger there, gently caressing the smooth skin at the base of her neck. As she glanced over at Benny once again, she briefly caught him staring at her exposed collar bone before he quickly looked away.
Ooh, he's feeding the arousal now, Lizzie thought to herself, smiling. She positioned herself so that she could see Benny's desk directly above the line of sight of her computer monitor, so that she could watch him without tipping him off. And as she did so, she realized that his right hand had disappeared below his desk, and his right shoulder was very subtly rising and falling in a slow and steady rhythm.
Holy shit, Lizzie thought to herself. He's actually jacking it under there. Must be agony though, having to do it so slowly. His face looked completely neutral. It made her wonder if perhaps he had some practice under his belt. She could feel her pussy gush as she imagined what his hand was doing under that desk. And the idea that he had done it before without her even knowing made it even better.
Lizzie kept her eyes fixed on her computer screen as she felt the heat of Benny's gaze on her chest while he very slowly and methodically tried to relieve the electrically induced arousal she had forced upon him. She let her fingers slide back and forth under the undone buttons of her blouse, trying to discreetly give Benny a bit more fodder for his ministrations. It was a challenge to maintain her own composure, as well as to pretend she didn't know what her coworker was doing mere feet away.
Her eyes glued to her screen, she noted a subtle but noticeable increase in Benny's tempo. He must be getting close. Lizzie's clit jumped at the thought of him splattering the underside of his desk with cum, all while she was sitting right in front of him.
She was torn. Should she press the button before he reached his natural climax? Force him to orgasm before he was ready? Should she just let him finish naturally? Or... as soon as the thought crept across her mind she knew she'd found the answer. She noticed Benny's face starting to contort a bit, and she knew she better make her move now, before he reached the point of no return.
She swiftly flicked the device back off, removing the field of arousal surrounding Benny.
She could tell he felt its removal from the look of confusion, followed by something almost like anger or revulsion, that crossed over his face. His hand kept moving, still more slowly than he was likely accustomed to. But his eyebrows kept furrowing as the release that had moments ago felt imminent and unavoidable now escaped him. Lizzie watched as he slowly gave up, and covertly zipped himself up without reaching that climax he had been chasing for nearly half an hour.
Lizzie smiled to herself, flush with power and quite enjoying the frustration she had just witnessed in her annoying coworker.
After barely two minutes had passed, Benny stood up from his desk. He still looked irritated, and Lizzie allowed herself to make eye contact with him as he walked past her desk on the way out. If she had to bet, she'd guess he was on his way to the bathroom where he could jerk off properly.
"Rough day already?" Lizzie asked with a smirk.
"Something like that," Benny replied in annoyance.
"Anything I can do to help?" Lizzie asked, struggling to keep any hint of amusement out of her voice.
Something about that question seemed to hit a nerve, and suddenly what seemed like years of frustration started practically steaming from Benny's ears. "You'd like that, wouldn't you?" Benny responded with venom in his voice. "You think you're so hot. So fucking smart. We all know how you got this job, just look at you, fucking dumb slut, leading guys on all the time..."
"If I'm such a slut, why haven't I slept with you?" Lizzie quipped back, spinning in her chair and relishing the impotent rage pouring from Benny. He knew as well as she did that she got the job because she was fucking brilliant at it. But it seemed to make him feel better to pretend she'd slept her way to her mid-level research position.
Without a response ready, Benny just sneered at Lizzie, finally muttering "Bitch," under his breath as he walked out of the room.
Lizzie leaned back in her chair, quite satisfied with herself, and got back to work.
It took several more weeks, but eventually Lizzie worked out the design for an updated version of the device. She still didn't think it was quite what the marketing department was going to be looking for, but the idea of it intrigued her enough to want to get another prototype working and ready for testing.