"We were experimenting in the laboratory, my dear," Villiers corrected.
"Whatever, why can't we go back there and fuck some more?" Marcy pouted. "I like to fuck."
"You do indeed, but I think you'll find the itinerary I'm setting up for you will provide a wider range of sexual opportunities than is available in our laboratories."
"I don't care. I just want to lie down and have people stick things in me – cocks, clits, tongues, fingers, anything groovy," Marcy's voice was husky with lust.
"You will, my dear, but first I have a few more questions," Dr. Villiers said. "Tell me, do you think twenty thousand dollars is enough for the things we're asking you to do?"
Marcy giggled. "If it weren't for Jimmy, I'd tell you to keep the money and just think up more things for me to do."
Dr. Villiers smiled. "Don't worry, that's exactly what I'm going to do. After all, that's the name of the game. That's what my research is all about, and why we receive grants from rich people, from foundations and from international organizations. They are all dedicated to the principle that the salvation of the human race lies in hyper-sexualization."
Marcy couldn't get very excited about the salvation of the human race, not when, she was burning with an insatiable lust that never seemed to leave her, not even when she was asleep. If she wasn't fucking, she was dreaming about it.
"Do you know who Gerry and Beth Winston are, Marcy?"
"The superstars? Of course, everyone knows who they are. They're part of what people call the Beautiful People. Why?"
"They are two of our benefactors," Dr. Villiers said. "Not so much because of their concern for the human race, I'm afraid, as for their predilection for outrageous sex."
"I don't believe it," Marcy said.
"Would you like to meet them, Marcy?" Villiers asked. "Would you like to spend a night pressed between the most beautiful woman in the world and the most sought-after man?"
Marcy gasped. "Me? Little nobody Marcy McCall?"
"No, sexpert Marcy McCall, the first of a new race of super sexed women who will someday remake the world."
"But they're glamorous, exciting people and…"
"So are Baron Otto von Furstan and his Miranda," Dr. Villiers said. "The German shipping magnate and his beautiful, aristocratic wife are just two more of our donors and, incidentally, sharers. They look forward with keen anticipation to the third parties I send them to share their marriage bed. They are part of that growing group of people who think tri-party marriages are the coming thing; and until that becomes legal, they settle for a less formal arrangement."
Marcy was speechless for a moment. "I – I didn't realize that your research was so philosophic, and had such prominent people backing it."
"If I were to tell you who some of our other backers are, you'd be completely overwhelmed," Dr. Villiers said.
"And I'm going to meet some of these people? Maybe I can even – oh, I can hardly bring myself to think the word in connection with them – fuck them?"
Dr. Villiers laughed. "I assure you, my dear, they have sex as much on their minds as your local grocer or the clerk who waits on you in the dime store or the cab driver who takes you to the airport. Perhaps they are more sexually aware because they aren't put to the grimy necessity of spending most of their time grubbing for a living."
"Wow, I didn't know what I was getting into when I answered that ad! Just to think, Marcy McCall from Plainview, Kansas, making it with Gerry and Beth and Otto and Miranda – oh, golly!"
"But first you must make your local field trips, my dear," Dr. Villiers said. "First we must spread the knowledge, the enlightenment and the joy you have gained among your own circle of acquaintances, mustn't we?"
Marcy's excitement vanished, and she looked uneasy. "I – I suppose so, if you say so."
"What's the matter, my dear? You seem to have lost your enthusiasm."
"It's just that I don't want to get very far away from your cock, Dr. Villiers," Marcy confessed. "It's become kind of like a God to me – it really has."
"Why, how nice, Marcy," he said kindly. "But it will be with you in spirit, and when you return, it will be ready and waiting for you. You have my word on that."
Marcy still hesitated. "There's something else, too. I've only been the way I am since I met you and came here, and if I get away from you, is there any danger I'll change back? I mean, I wouldn't want to be that old uptight, frozen-pussy Marcy McCall for anything. She didn't even know her mouth could be used for anything but eating and talking."
"Don't worry, my dear, you are one of us now – a crusader for a sexualized world. Away from here, you may behave a bit more circumspectly. I do not expect you to take your clothes off in the middle of San Francisco during the rush hour, and start fucking traffic policemen on the hoods of cars. But I assure you that at every reasonable opportunity you will want to fuck, lick, or blow every attractive person you meet. You will want to share yourself with the rest of humanity, you will want to bring love and peace to a world that has seen too much of hate and war."
"You make me sound like a crusader going out to face the infidel," Marcy giggled.
"You are a crusader, and the enemy you face is far more evil than any infidel. Some of its many pseudonyms are chastity, virginity, constancy, and all the other devices for repressing natural sexual urges."
"Beside my quest, the money you are paying me means nothing." Marcy said. "Except to keep my dear Jimmy safe, of course."
"Of course. Now, shall we go over the first phase of your adventure, your first post-graduate assignment, so to speak?"
"Yes, sir. I'm ready to do anything for you, Dr. Villiers."
"Are you? Are you ready to seduce Mr. Price in his own office, and then proceed to do the same for Mickey in the mail room?"
Marcy gulped but nodded bravely. "Yes, sir. You can depend on me. If Mr. Price and Mickey are seducible, I'll seduce them."
"There's a kind of nice counterpoint to that, isn't there? From corporation president to office boy in one jump."
Marcy didn't know what counterpoint was, but she nodded in agreement.
"And just to add a little something extra to our experiment, I think we'll give you a contingency plan."
"What's that?"
"Well, let's see, how shall we put it? Ah yes, if during your sexual conquest of these two males, you are by any chance interrupted by anyone – man, woman, girl or boy – you will immediately involve them in the proceedings also. Do you understand?"
"Not quite."
"All right, let me explain further. If while you are fucking young Mickey, the girl you mentioned should come in, you are to reach out and draw her into the fun. Right?"
"Right," Marcy said.
"And if Mr. Meehan should walk in while you're doing your thing with Mr. Price, then Mr. Meehan mouth will be invited to share that honeyed cunt of yours, won't he?"
"He certainly will, Doctor."
"Good girl! And now I have a little gift for you," he said, taking an amulet on a gold chain from his desk drawer and handing it to her. "This looks like an ordinary piece of jewelry, but it is really a miniaturized recorder that will pick up every phase of your field experiments."
"It will?" Marcy looked doubtfully at the ornament as she fastened it around her neck. "But it's so small."
"It has been especially developed by our scientists," Dr. Villiers said. "Everything will be recorded without your partners in the experiments being aware of it."
Marcy wasn't sure about the ethics involved in taping a sexual interlude with a person without telling them, but she decided that anything that would advance the science of sexology must be all right.
"Oh yes, there's one more thing," Dr. Villiers said, as she got up to leave.
"What's that, Dr. Villiers?"
"Suck my cock first, will you, my dear?" Villiers said, turning away from the desk so she could see that his white smock was open, and his massive prick bare. "The way you've been sitting there with your little blonde pussy winking at me has gotten me moderately aroused, and I don't know anyone who can blow a cock as well as Marcy McCall."