"Here you are, Professor Randolph," she said, moving as slowly as she could back to the counter to prevent from spilling the soup. Susi was not the most agile waitress in the world, but she didn't lose any sleep worrying about it. She was noticing, however, that Adam Randolph's eyes were fixed upon her proudly jiggling breasts as she set the soup in front of him. This pleased her immensely that a man of such scientific background could find her attractive. She stood posing in front of him a moment to let him get a good look at her size 38C, ignoring the continued gesticulations of the other customer who was still waiting.
Susi finally turned to the other man. "What do you want?" she said nastily. Routinely, she took his order, aware that Professor Randolph was following her every motion with his eyes. This was more attention than he usually paid to her, and Susi couldn't help wondering if he was going to make a pass at her that night. She waited on two more people while Adam finished his soup at a leisurely pace. What would it be like sleeping with Dr. Randolph, she wondered. It might be interesting, she thought. He would probably tremble when he touched her, she thought, a little smile of amusement playing about her full, Bardot-type lips. Susi's strawberry-colored hair gave off a sheen that no real hair color could ever imitate, but it gave her a certain effect none-the-less. It had been a dull uninteresting chestnut color before, and then blonde, and now this "stylish" red. Susi went over to a far corner of the cafe and surreptitiously ran her comb through her shoulder length hair before tying it back once more. She didn't care if any of the customers saw, but Mort would give her hell if he saw her.
Her other customers had gone now, and only Professor Randolph remained. If he was going to make a pass it would be now, she figured as she walked back toward her counter. The last "older" man she'd slept with, Susi recalled, was her high school principal, and she knew that if she hadn't she never would have graduated. What a lousy lay he'd been too, she thought ruefully. Lots of panting and tugging and then wham team, thank you, ma'am. Then he'd asked her to watch while he masturbated. What a bore!
Susi found herself hoping that Professor Randolph might be more interesting. For one time, what did she have to lose?
"A little experiment?" she repeated, after Adam had broached the subject to her. "Nearby, you say?"
"Yes, my new lab is just around the corner, as a matter of fact. I would be honored if you might consider being one of my first, uh, assistants!"
"Yeah, sure!" Susi thought. "Why not?" she said aloud. "I get off at 11:00. Give me the address and I'll come on over." She arched an eyebrow and waggled her hips a bit.
Adam smiled and left a quarter tip, his usual, before sliding off the stool. Then he carried the check to the cashier, paid and stepped out into the crisp night air. He hurried back to the new "lab", for he had to have all in readiness for the young waitress's arrival.
Taking the steps two at a time, the graying scientist arrived at the third floor landing. He fit his key into the first lock, turned it, and fit a second key into the police lock. The iron bar slid aside as he entered the apartment. The hall was as grim and colorless as he had found it, but the living room had been turned into a rather comfortable looking room. There was little furniture except for a foam rubber mattress on the floor with an Indian throw over it and a few cushions spread about on the carpet. The walls however had been tampered with, and if one looked carefully one could see that the rug area around the bed had been carefully cut and recovered to allow for the placement of certain devices.
Adam hurried to the control panel that was in the adjoining room and turned on the electronically motivated instrument. It was a comparatively simple machine to construct, borrowing university equipment of course, and Adam himself had considerable experience with stimulatory devices where his test animals were concerned. To make certain changes allowing for a human experiment was a snap for the talented professor.
The two way mirror was archaic, but would work admirably for his own first experiments, Adam felt, as he peered into the empty living room, his "lab". Already the bed was beginning to vibrate, and Adam had but to touch a few other buttons and he knew that the whole thing would come alive. But this would wait. Right now, he had to hurry and change into his white coat. Carefully, the middle-aged professor removed all his clothing, and placed it in a closet. From the same closet he removed his working coat, and put it on over his naked body. A shiver went through him as he felt its cool crisp cotton fabric covering the warmth of his exposed flesh. Why, he wondered, had he waited so long before breaking away from the dull routine of the university? Why had he waited so long before beginning to live?
The excitement was making him get a full erection already, and hard, meaty head of his erect cock grazed against the material of his loose-fitting white coat arousing him even further. Adam rubbed his hands together and refrained from touching the blood-swollen girth of his penis. It was enough at the moment to anticipate Susi's arrival. Adam Randolph began to pace back and forth, reminding himself that a good scientist would never anticipate the results of an experiment. He would just have to wait and see what happened, given the laboratory conditions and the predispositions of the subject!
The bell rang with a strident sound that made him jump. Then Adam was coolness personified. The tougher it gets, he reminded himself, the cooler I must be! For already Adam had started thinking about his wife, Helen. He broke out into a sweat as he made ready to open the door. Why on earth would he be thinking about her now? But try as he might, even as Adam Randolph opened the door to see the pert eighteen year old standing there, he was remembering his wife's words as he left the apartment earlier that day. "You can't ignore me! I'll show you! You can't keep on pretending that I don't exist!"
Adam had closed the door behind him and gotten the elevator down to the garage. "Now why would she think that I don't think she exists?" he wondered to himself. Obviously, he knew she existed. Sometimes he got theater tickets and they would go out together. Sometimes, he even looked at television with her. True he wasn't much of a conversationalist, but then he always had so much on his mind.
Adam's thoughts trailed off, and he realized that he had been standing there for a good moment, staring at the first subject of his new "work".
"Well, are you going to ask me in?" Susi smiled a crooked little inquiring smile at the older man. Really, she was thinking. Is he potty or something? You'd think he didn't even remember inviting me by!
"Come in… oh yes, do come right in!" Adam said formally, ushering the curvaceous little teenager into the apartment, and carefully locking the door behind her.
"Expecting burglars?" Susi asked. She was chewing gum and wondering if she should have gone out with her boyfriend after all instead of standing him up.
"Not at all, not at all!" Adam was rubbing his hands again. "I, uh, well, in the big city, one can never be too careful, you know!"
"Oh, I don't believe all that stuff. Nothing ever happened to me!" Susi looked around her with a certain amount of distaste. "This is where you do your experiments?" she asked.
"As a matter of fact, yes," Adam replied. "Step right this way, won't you?"
"Oh boy!" Susi rolled her eyes as Adam turned his back to her and led the way to the living room. She looked inside. "Is this going to be boring!" she said to herself, not quite knowing what she had expected, but knowing that it was something more interesting than this!
Adam stood awkwardly beside the girl for a moment. She seemed smaller, shorter now that she was no longer behind that counter. And seeing her dressed in her street clothes made her look entirely different. A "crazy fur" coat gave her squared shoulders, and her legs appeared shapely but somehow more vulnerable than before in their black stockings and high-heeled wedgies.