“This is a memorable moment in the history of science,” Professor Woocheck added. “The very first survey of bio-erotic behavior patterns in human beings about to begin!”
A subdued murmur of awe swept over the group.
“But where,” “Fig” Newton muttered to himself when it subsided, “will it all end?”
CHAPTER FOUR
“Phase One of the Survey, utilizing prostitute subjects exclusively, lasted approximately three months. At the end of that period, such exclusivity was brought into question by evidence which seemed to indicate either developed or innate differences between the prostitute population and the population as a whole. Such discrepancies, we suspected, might be both anatomical (later evidence bore out the pathological variance of the reproductive organs of prostitutes as opposed to non-prostitutes) and in the area of performance (this too was later borne out as regards erotic longevity and techniques of stimulus). Thus it was decided to inaugurate Phase Two utilizing volunteer married couples. However, during Phase Two, evidence came to the investigators’ attention which indicated that our subject population still did not constitute a wide enough baseline to establish standards of anatomic normalcy . . .”
Chapter Two, Survey of Bio-Erotic
Behavior Patterns in Human Beings,
by Woocheck & Peerloin
Professor Woocheck pressed the button signaling the projectionist and a moment later the screening room of the Venus Bio-Erotic Research Observatory was darkened. Instinctively, “Fig” Newton edged closer to Mercy. Instinctively, she edged away from him towards Dr. Peerloin on her other side. A moment later the case number and date of the filmed “experiment” they were about to see appeared on the screen. It was replaced by a Technicolor shot of a small room with a bed and various apparatus arranged around the walls. The clinical feel of the room was relieved by the voluptuous appearance of the girl in the bed. She was wearing la transparent gold nightgown. She looked up as a man in pajamas entered and greeted her.
“Hi, Rosie. I didn’t know you were slated for today Long time no see.”
“Oh, hi, Al. Yeah. What was it, six months ago we worked together last? That job for that Argentine porny peddler, wasn’t it?”
“Right. Boy, that was a pistol, that one was. All those retakes! I was sore for a week.”
“You’re telling me.” Rosie chuckled. “I had to cancel two high-price steadies. And how I ever cursed you! Thought I’d never get back on my back again!”
“Yeah. Well, I guess we better get to work. You want me to come in the door again so you can scream?”
“Nah. What is this, your first time here, Al?"
“That’s right. I’m only doing it as a favor to Rockwell; The pay is peanuts.”
“It’s all for science,” Rosie told him. “I been at it since they started. About three months. Anyway, you don't have to do any acting. No phoney screams and rapes and all that. What they want today is straight stuff in the four basic positions.”
“Okay. By the way, where’s the camera? I always like to keep my right side to it if I can. The profile’s better.”
“Forget it. They got cameras all over the place. Hidden. And these pix aren’t for release. So don’t be vain. Just do your stuff.”
“I’m ready.” Al pulled off his pajamas.
“Man-oh-man!” Rosie sighed. “You haven’t gotten any smaller, have you? Take it easy, huh? I have a convention party tonight.”
“I’ll be gentle as a 1amb.”
“Yeah. An Oriental lamb.”
“Huh?”
“A ram! All right, let’s go.”
Al pushed her nightgown up over her hips and clambered over her. A moment later their bodies were moving together rhythmically. They bounced awhile and then Al changed the rhythm, rotating his hips. Rosie responded with her own rotary motion.
“You catch that TV special on NBC last night?” Al asked casually.
“No.” Rosie turned slightly on her side and the camera zoomed in for a close-up of the whirling juncture of their bodies. “What was it about?”
“Teen-age morals. I tell you, these kids today--” Al let his arms drop and grabbed the side of the bed for leverage. His body rose high in the air and came down hard. He repeated the movement three times. “That too rough?” he asked.
“A little to the left. You’re off-center.”
“Oh. Sorry.” Al shifted position, then lunged again. “Better?”
“Yes. That’s fine.”
“Good.” He kept at it with the vigor of a man used to doing push-ups. “Anyway,” he resumed, “I. tell you these kids today got no shame. I ever admitted kissing and petting with a girl the way some of them they interviewed did, my old man would have knocked my block off.”
“Yeah. Kids got no respect for anything today,” Rosie agreed.“I’m ready when you are,” she added.
“Now?”
“Now.”
“According to our instruments it measured almost half an ounce,” “Fig” whispered to Mercy.
“Remarkable,” she replied. “And look! It doesn’t seem to have lessened tumescence at all.”
“Kind of exciting, hey?” “Fig” moved closer.
“Not at all.” Mercy moved further away. “I only mentioned it as a scientific fact.” Pointedly, she returned her attention to the screen.
Al was flat on his back now. Rosie straddled him on her knees, rose up and then lowered herself gently.
“Okay?” she asked.
“Like a glove.” Al rocked gently from side to side. “Say, Al, you know anything about cars?” she asked as she rocked with him.
“A little. Why?” He gripped her buttocks and speeded up the rocking motion.
“I’m in the market for one. I can’t make up my mind between a Volks and a Buick Special.”
“Buick’ll give you a better ride.” Al shifted gears and turned the rocking motion into a side-thrust-back, side-thrust-back movement. “But you’ll get better mileage out of the Volks.”
“Yeah. That’s what everybody tells me. I just can’t make up my mind.” Rosie stopped moving, then began slowly lifting up and down on her haunches.
“Let’s hurry it up, huh?” Al glanced at the small clock on the nightstand beside the bed. “I got a date to play pool.”
“Okay. Now?”
“Check.”
There was a close-up from behind Rosie as she bent forward to match Al’s timing.
“Remarkable control,” Professor Woocheck observed.
“Yes.” Dr. Peerloin agreed. “We’ll have to run it again and stop the camera at this point. You’ll want to observe the learned reflexes of the vaginal muscles.”
“You’re right,” Professor Woocheck told her. “I think we’ve seen enough for now anyway. The points I wished to call to everybody’s attention have been amply demonstrated.” He pushed the button signaling the projectionist, and the film ground to a halt. Then the screen went blank and the lights went on again. “We have reached the point where we must make certain evaluations concerning our subject population,” Professor Woocheck told the others.
“I think we all agree with that,” Dr. Peerloin chimed in. “After three months I think we can say that we’ve arrived at certain general conclusions which must be taken into consideration where the future of the project is concerned. I, for one, have increasing doubt as to whether we can justify saying that what has been atypical of our prostitute subjects sexually can validly be extrapolated to apply to the general population.”