"Why did you think I wanted you for my lab assistant? For your BRAINS, Miss 1.25 GPA? No, I wanted this body--these titties--all for my own. You're a shitty lab assistant, but I think you'll make a pretty good pet."
A part of Madison felt like she should say something in her own defense, but she found she was enjoying herself too much to think of anything to say.
|Story by fumbleknife|
|Artwork by Danusko|
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