Back in her living room and breathless, Helen sat down without taking off her coat. Rapidly, she scanned the advertisements to see if Andre's was there again. But she didn't see anything that she thought might be his. Heart fluttering, she finally came to one which sounded as though she might be able to answer it.
Responsible researcher and assistants seek intelligent woman for interesting conversation, mutual enjoyment. Object serious research. Apply between 7PM and 9PM, Mon-Sat, 933 West 119th Street, Apt 24.
How nice it sounded. It seemed as though this advertisement might bring her just what she was looking for. The chance to be treated like a real human being. From the sound of it, it also seemed as though she might be fable to do some sort of interesting work. She might meet someone who could look upon her as a person, rather than a nonentity like her husband did! To him she was just someone to boss around. Someone who lived in the same house, and whom he spoke to when he felt like it! It was not purely a sexual thing, Helen reasoned. She just needed to have her confidence bolstered, to feel like a human being again, instead of just Dr. Adam Randolph's unloved wife!
"You boys can wait in here or I'll call you when the first subject comes," Adam said. He was bleary-eyed from lack of sleep. For the first time since having begun the experiments, he felt a definite lack of enthusiasm. He and Helen had had fights in the past, but he'd never spent a night away from home before. Not a night when he and Helen were mad at each other anyway. He might even have called off the evening's experiments had it not been for the number of people involved. Once more he had called upon the services of the young college students who lived downstairs. They were more than willing to help out, and had come to regard the professor with a new respect that far outdistanced his former reputation. The five of them were pledged to secrecy, however, a secrecy which they maintained, since it was entirely to their own benefit. Three were present tonight, the other two having gone home for the weekend.
As one of the students put it to the others while they were sitting around drinking beer in the "living room" of the lab, "it's all the trouble having to take 'em out and stuff, that makes it a drag. I mean, shit, nooky is nooky, right? This way we get lots more time to study for the upcoming exams, without having to go without getting our nuts off!"
"You said it, Hank. Sure beats finger-fucking in the park to all hell!" Ben Starker replied. He was reading a copy of one of the magazines that the professor had thoughtfully provided for them.
"We'll wait, Professor. Just send her on in, we'll take care of the whole thing just fine!" Roger English spoke for the group. Being a straight "A" student, a Rhodes Scholar, and a genuine 180/I.Q. genius, Roger often was the natural leader of any group in which he found himself.
Adam closed the door and went into the lab. He sat at his control table and laid his head on his arms. He felt a definite tightness in his throat and chest, and a heaviness in his heart. He flicked the intercommunication button.
"When the bell rings, will one of you boys get it please. I prefer to say in the control room this evening."
"Sure thing, Prof!" Roger replied.
The boys were in the middle of a heavy game of crazy-eights when the bell rang. Roger, who was tall and angular, put down his cards and went to answer it. The professor had clued them in to all the details of the experiment, and each boy felt confident of carrying out the researches to perfection.
Before he left the living room, Roger smiled and winked at the other boys. "I'll bring you back a pretty one!" he said.
"She'd better be!"
"Yeah!"
Helen stood poised to run at the slightest provocation, but the young boy who opened the door was obviously harmless, simply a college student like many others she'd seen, that she remained standing there in her green ultra-high heels with platform soles and her low-cut dress with the matching coat.
"Is it about the advertisement?" Roger smiled his most boyishly charming smile, the one he used for his mother, some teachers, his minister, and all the other relatives at home.
"Uh, yes. It is. Is this where the research is being done?"
"That's correct. Won't you come right in?" Roger bowed low and stood aside.
"Well, I don't know. I…"
"The professor is in the other room. He'll he out later on. In the meanwhile we can make you comfortable inside," Roger said. He was trying not to seem too anxious. But, oh man, wait until those other jokers got a look at this one. She was some looker. A gorgeous, hot-blooded blonde was just his idea of a nice way to spend the evening! Even if he did have to share her with his buddies!
Professors Helen was thinking. That would show Adam. What if she could set up a friendship, dare she think "relationship", with someone who was on Adam's level, a peer? That would show him! Andre was something else, hardly an intellectual even though he read a lot of books. But a professor, now this was beginning to sound more like it!
"All right," she said shyly, stepping inside.
"Right this way!" Roger led the way down the hall, and opened the door to the living room.
"Well, heeeelloooo!" Hank said standing up. Already he could feel himself getting a hardon just as the sight of the sensuously ripened blonde in the green "fuck-me" shoes.
"Hi there!" Ben Starker said, beaming front ear to ear. The football coach had said no sex, but what did he know? If Joe Namath and those guys could do it, why couldn't he? Especially with a pretty full-titted, big-assed pussy like this!
Helen looked at the young college boys. "Good-evening," she said pleasantly. She was a little bit nervous about the brazen way the boys were looking at her, but then she told herself that that was why she'd bought this new outfit, wasn't it! She wanted to be looked at, to be appreciated, after all! She was overly aware of the door closing behind her with a click, as though it was automatically locking, but she told herself that that was ridiculous. Quickly, she scanned the room. The nervous scientist's wife would have sat down, bet there were no chairs, only pillows and the big bed where the young men seemed to be playing cards.
"Oh, did I interrupt your game?" she asked, searching for some way to break the heavy silence that fell over the room. This was ridiculous! Why was she so nervous. She'd probably feel better when this professor they were talking about put in an appearance, and no doubt there were other people involved too, people more her own age.
"Not at all!" Roger replied.
"Yeah, you're our game!" Hank leered.
Ben nudged him sharply.
"I beg your pardon?" Helen asked her eyebrows raising. How rude this boy was. How could anyone responsible have let him be here doing "intelligent" research.
"Never mind, ma'am. Don't mind Hank," Roger replied. "He's a bit crude sometimes, but he has a good heart."
"And a good cock too! Nice and hard!"
In spite of themselves, both Roger and Ben laughed.
Helen stepped back in alarm. She backed toward the door.
"What is this?" she demanded. "Where's the professor running the research project?"
"Oh he'll show up sooner or later," Hank said. "He always does. Sometimes he even takes a piece of the action!"
"What? What?" Helen tried the door knob behind her, and became hysterical when she could not open it.