03: Deadly Vices

*Warning: Some NSFW ahead*

“Kenji, do you have the slides from Sample A ready?” Rylie asked, leaning over his station. “Kenji? Yo, Ken? Earth to Kenji!”

“Hmm, what?” he finally said, coming out of a daze as he realized he’d been staring blankly at her. “I’m sorry, yes I…um…one—one second.” He shuffled through a few test tubes on the counter beside his microscope before handing her a tray of vials with multiple colored liquids. “The documentation is on your desk. I finished it this morning but was still running a follow-up analysis on two of them. I should have that printout for you soon.”

“Thanks, Kenji. What would I do without you?”

“Well…” he sighed. A tinge of color washed up the side of his neck and he graced her with a lopsided smile before returning his attention to the equipment in front of him. Rylie started off to her desk and he pretended to work, keeping an eye on her as she went about separating the tubes into their corresponding containers.

Rylie glanced up, making brief eye contact with him again with a smile before thumbing through the paperwork he’d left for her. He smiled back, but she had already looked away. Kenji found himself fortunate to have the workstation nearest hers. Every now and again she would look up and wave or smile at him and each time he felt his heart do a flip.

Kenji and Rylie had been lab partners for the last two years. And though they were never really that close, he still considered her one of his better friends. Having worked at BioCore for four years, Rylie had been promoted to the position of Lab Assistant while the others on the team, himself included, reserved the title of technician. Because of this, Rylie relied upon Kenji’s abilities to complete many of her projects. That meant many a long night in a lab alone together and it wasn’t long before he realized his feelings for her had changed.

However, Rylie’s tastes in men leaned more towards the naturally handsome athletic types, rather than the relatively shy and quirky introvert that Kenji was, allowing him little to no chance to be with her. To Kenji, Rylie had become something of a symbol for all of his pent-up sexual frustrations, an embodiment for all his lusty thoughts and unrequited affections. He sighed and continued on in his work, leaving thoughts of Rylie for another day.

“You’ve got a bit of drool there,” Shep’s Australian accent stung Kenji’s ears and he turned with a frown in the man’s direction. “Aw what? You gonna hit me, mate? I’m just having a bit of fun. Besides, I can’t say I blame you much for staring. Mmm, she looks like a good time, right? A veritable wildcat in the sack. I know my thoughts tend to wander over her too when I’m at home, jerking one out, thinking about climbing in those panties.”

“Rylie is…” Kenji started, looking briefly in Rylie’s direction as he realized his voice was louder than he’d expected. He smiled and waved her off before turning back to Shep with a lowered tone. “Rylie is not that kind of girl. She’d never date some…animal like you.”

“No? You don’t think so?”

“No. I don’t. She’s a good person. She’s kind and sweet and considerate, which is a lot more than I could ever say about you. So why don’t you shut your mouth and show some respect!”

“Oh…yeah. I’ll be sure and keep that in mind.” Shep grabbed the clipboard from Kenji’s desk with a smirk and trudged off to his workstation.

Shep Beauchamp, Kenji thought to himself. He was exactly Rylie’s type. And given the chance he was sure she’d show him way more attention than he ever received. A vacuous prima donna whose only claim to biology was a college paper he wrote on genetics that was published in Science World. If it wasn’t for his father’s generous donations to BioCore’s Microbiology division, Kenji was certain he’d have never been offered an internship at this lab. Working here for the better part of a year, Shep quickly grew to be a pain in Kenji’s side with his frat boy antics and crude innuendo about the woman he loved. He was the epitome of pompous jackass.

Rylie moved to the sink to fill an Erlenmeyer flask with water, carefully sealing the top with the rubber stopper to keep the liquid from spilling out. Thanks to Kenji’s research, she only needed to check the soluble rate of two samples instead of all six. And while Shep was in the process of separating molecules in Sample B’s solution, she could test the difference in their rates of diffusion through dialysis.

As she reached over to select another test tube from the rack she felt a pair of hands caressing her ass cheeks through her skirt and a pair of warm lips nuzzling against the back of her neck. “Miss Hart, I’ve got a package for you,” Shep muttered in his delicious accent as he ran his fingertips gently along the curve of her spine.

“I’ll bet you do,” Rylie whispered, concentrating on the rigid bulge in his jeans that was pressing into the small of her back.

Shep reached around and cupped her breasts through her blouse, making her nipples harden instantly. “Horny, babe?” He murmured in her ear while carefully nibbling on the lobe as his hands squashed her tits together.

“Mmmaybe. I think it must be all the steam in this room. Science makes me hot.” She moaned softly, tilting her head to the side, offering her neck to the teasing assault of Shep’s hot lips while reaching back with her free hand to grasp his hair and pull him closer. 

Shep slid his hand under her skirt, rubbing her damp pussy slowly through the gusset of her silk panties. Rylie leaned over the sink, placing both palms on the edge as she closed her eyes and chewed on her lower lip. “Mmm,” she hissed softly. “You’d better cut that out before somebody sees.” She moaned, sliding her feet further apart to allow him better access to her drenching sex.

“And if they do? Bit of a turn-on isn’t it?” He whispered as his fingers pulled the thin scrap of smooth fabric to one side and slipped inside to stroke her clit, easing between the soft petals of her labia. “Just think how much more exciting it would be if old Kenji just happened to look over and see the girl of his dreams getting rammed from behind by a man he truly despises.”

“You shouldn’t give him such a hard time. He tries. It just takes him a while to warm up to people.”

“Yeah? The little fuckwit has it coming. Thinks he’s bloody James Watson of this lab. God, you're already soaking wet down there.” He remarked, sliding two stiff fingers between her cunt lips and roughly thrusting them deep inside her as he nuzzled her neck some more. If anyone had the misfortune to look up it would be unmistakable as to what the two were doing, standing in front of the sink, pressed up against each other. He began to slowly move his fingers in and out of her inflamed pussy, curling the fingertips on the outstroke in a way he knew Rylie loved. 

“Shep…”

“Shh, softer still, love. You wouldn’t want anyone to hear you come,” he laughed as he teased her throbbing clitoris, rolling it mercilessly between his fingertips and fucking his fingers in and out of her faster, attempting to make her orgasm quickly. She trembled, clutching the edges of the sink tighter and swallowing her moans as her climax arched her back in full view of anyone who cared to look up from their bubbling beakers, microscopes or computers.

He stayed there, holding her up while her legs buckled beneath her, cooing in her ear he retrieved his hand and washed it off in the sink. “Such a naughty girl.” His lips curled into a cocky smile that made Rylie turn away and blush. Finishing up her task, she placed her flask on her workstation beside the vials she intended to test, tossed Shep a look, and started for the door. He waited the customary two minutes before following after. Turning down the hall beside the elevators, he gave a quick look around before ducking into one of the offices. “Oh, excuse me, I was…looking for…uh…sorry.” He swiftly shut the door and retreated to the hall.

Tiny fingers covered his eyes and he smelled Rylie’s perfume, inhaling it with a contented sigh. “Mmm, there’s my little dove.” Gripping her wrist, a soft gasp left her lips when his fingers clasped around the sides of her neck, pulling her tight against his body. Her skin was instantly aflame and she moaned, happily welcoming his strong hands all over her slender frame. “Someone’s in our room.”

“I know,” she sighed, leaning deeper into him. “I watched you interrupt what looked like a very important meeting.” She laughed and he squeezed her breast tighter, growling in her ear.

“You dirty, little minx.”

A groan escaped Rylie’s lips when next she felt Shep’s fingers grip her chin gently, turning her face towards him. His tongue slithered up her chin leaving a wet trail along her cheek as he guided her lips to his own. Rylie opened her mouth impatiently, her tongue already partially protruding from between her lips in excited expectation. Shep sucked it hungrily into his mouth, mashing his lips against hers firmly, and their tongues fought frantically, both of them moaning softly as they kissed passionately. Rylie’s pleasure heightened further by the feel of his fingers caressing her left breast beneath the silky green bra she wore.

“Shh,” Shep hissed as Rylie’s moans grew louder. “We don’t want to get caught, Love.”

“You’re right,” she exhaled, grabbing him by the hand. “I know someplace where we can have complete privacy.” Leading him across the hall, Rylie scanned the badge Raymond had given her and together, they accessed the secondary laboratory. She closed the door as Shep took a step forward in the darkness and waited while she searched for the light.

“What is this place?” he asked, taking a look around as a dim light submersed the room in a pale blue glow.

“A lab,” she answered matter-of-factly. “It’s for ‘special research’,” Rylie said, using air quotes. She pulled her top off and tossed it to the floor before beckoning the Aussie forward. He inched closer, sucking his bottom lip into his mouth while he stared at her heaving chest.

“Mmm, and what kind of special research are we performing tonight?” he asked, planting kisses on her neck as she fell back against one of the unused tables. 

“Keep going, and maybe you’ll find out,” she sighed as his tongue rounded the nape of her neck. His teeth nibbled her ear and she dipped her head to the side. Shep’s hands moved up the soft curve of Rylie’s ass and she shuddered feeling his warm breath on her face. She slid her hand along the front of his pants and he smiled as he wiggled himself against it. “I’ve been thinking about this all day.”

“Then why don’t you get down on your knees and show me how bad you want it?” he said, kissing her lips as she continued stroking him through his jeans.

Looking up at Shep’s slick smirk, Rylie did as told. Shep responded by inhaling a deep breath of anticipation, watching as she slowly lowered herself to the floor. She pressed her face against his crotch and he moaned feeling the heat of her mouth as she playfully nibbled at him through the fabric. Shep found himself struggling internally as he stared down at Rylie kneeling before him. Seeing her sweet, innocent eyes looking up at him, teasing, he fought the urge to rip his pants down and take her mouth, ravishing it and thrusting home until he exploded deep inside her throat.

Steeling his resolve, he spoke with a certainty that defied his inner turmoil. “Take ‘em down, slowly.” Gently, Rylie began to unzip his fly, licking her lips as her mouth watered with a Pavlovian response. Shep graced her with a small smile as she pulled his zipper open and fished his cock from inside. She began stroking the shaft from base to tip and Shep found himself groaning and closing his eyes involuntarily at the warmth of her hand around him.

Her tongue swirled over his balls, sliding up and down each one before sucking them into her mouth. “Oh yeah, that’s it, baby. That feels so fucking good.” Closing her fingers tighter, she began pumping her fist faster but was interrupted by a loud crash coming from somewhere near the back of the lab. Instantly, Rylie got to her feet. “What? What’s wrong, babe? Why’d you stop?” Shep’s voice cracked with frustration as he watched his lab partner’s hands fall away from his crotch.

“I thought I heard something,” she said, eyeing the back of the room.

“I didn’t hear anything. Keep going.”

There was nothing out of place and Rylie was ready to chalk it up to her imagination when another crash echoed throughout the lab. “Something’s back there,” she said, pointing towards the double metal doors near the sinks. “Hello?” she called, moving around the countertop to collect her shirt. “Who’s there?”

“Are you insane? We’re not supposed to be in here. Why would you go announcing that to whoever’s in there?” Shep chastised.

“NO ONE is supposed to be in here that includes whoever is back there!” she responded. A third and much louder crash resounded, making the pair jump back.

“Well it sounds like the bloke is looking for something.” Shep said, staring at the doors but not budging.

“And damaging lab property in the process.” With her heart pounding, Rylie walked closer, glancing over to see Shep still leaning against the desk. “You coming?”

“Actually, I was sort of hoping you’d change your mind,” he said, stroking himself with a smile.

“Come on!” Shep groaned and fixed his pants before giving chase.

Stepping into the doors, Rylie took a look around. Just like the unused lab, this room was filled with what appeared to be brand new equipment, workstations and cages for test animals. However, unlike the other room, this one had large tanks filled with several unknown substances sitting in varied stages of testing.

The further in they walked, the more tanks they found. Some were empty, but most were filled to the brim with liquid nitrogen. At the back of the room was another set of doors. Just inside the next room, Rylie could see a shelf had been overturned and with it a sizeable amount of beakers, flasks, test tubes and cages. Broken glass speckled the floor and she watched every step she took.

“What the hell is this place?” Shep asked, stepping beside another of those large tanks. He placed his hand on it and quickly pulled back. “Damn! Ice cold.” He turned to look at Rylie who stood frozen beside a large screen that separated portions of the room and edged closer towards her. “Fuck me dead.”

“I know,” Rylie breathed. Both stood at a loss for words by what they were seeing. Just on the other side of the screen were several hospital beds and medical chambers. Dozens of people lay strapped down and covered in wires. They appeared sickly or near death and it was obvious they were being used as guinea pigs for some sort of experiment.  

To their right in the bed closest to them was a young woman, somewhere between the ages of 25-30. Her long, jet black hair was moist and fanned sloppily atop the pillow beneath her. It contrasted sharply with her sallow, pale skin which was slick with sweat. She was held fast to the bed by thick leather straps on her wrists. Her legs were similarly tied down by the ankles and another strap had been placed around her neck which afforded her little to no movement.

Covering her was a light blue hospital gown which rose and fell with her shallow breathing. Dark circles had formed beneath her eyes, giving them a hallowed out appearance. Her cheeks were flushed red and her forehead was covered with beads of sweat. Her mouth and its thin, pink lips that appeared chapped and raw hung open, leaving her teeth visible; they seemed to have yellowed and her gums were dark.

Electrodes had been placed on her head which were hooked to a machine beside the bed, one that Rylie gathered was designed to read and analyze brainwaves. She was conscious and at the sight of the two, her heart monitor beeped louder with the rising of her pulse. Her eyes turned to gaze at Rylie and Shep gawking at her helpless body and her cracked lips quivered as she spoke, “H-h-help…m-m-mee…”

Rylie moved forward and Shep quickly snatched her arm, pulling her back. “Don’t. We need to get out of here.”

“Look at her, Shep. She needs help!”

“No. She needs to stay where she is and we need to go. Neither one of us knows what this is for. We shouldn’t be here, Rylie.”

Pulling away from his grip, Rylie stepped in front of the bed and retrieved the clipboard hanging from a plastic hook. “It doesn’t say what they’re doing to her. But look, this is illegal human testing and you know it.”

“No. What I know is this is none of our concern.”

“I couldn’t have said it better myself,” a man’s voice startled them from the corner of the room and they both turned to peer into the eyes of their Project’s Supervisor. “How did you get in here?” Johnathan asked, stepping from behind the sheer curtain which led to another testing area as he slowly made his way towards them.

“I—I…” Rylie stuttered, backing away until she bumped into Shep. “W-we were just…”

“About to interfere in a very important project, several years in the making. So I’ll ask again, how did you get in here?”

“The door was open,” Shep cleverly stepped in, moving in front of Rylie in an effort to shield her. “We heard a crash and came to see if anyone was hurt. The real question is why are you testing on humans?”

Johnathan smirked and folded his arms against his chest. “These patients here are under a medically supervised clinical trial. They’ve all volunteered and all signed waivers. What we are doing here will change the face of medicine as we know it.”

“If it’s not illegal then why are these patients hidden behind locked doors?” Rylie asked, finally finding her voice.

“To keep people like you out. Besides, I thought you said the door was open.” Rylie gasped and again Johnathan smirked. He snatched the clipboard from her hands and sat it on the end of the patient’s bed. “Ms. Hart, I think it’s time that you and Mr. Beauchamp removed yourselves from this area. It would also be in your best interest to forget that you ever saw this room.”

“Come on, Rylie, let’s go.” Shep waited for her to exit before following after, keeping an eye on Johnathan as they retreated to the secondary lab. As he started for the door, he paused once more beside the liquid nitrogen-filled pod, seeing something he hadn’t noticed before. On the side of the tank was a patient marker similar to the ones that indexed dead bodies in the freezer downstairs. “Bugger me.” A face suddenly appeared in the middle of the mist, its features frozen in a mask of death; eyes opened staring blankly, skin as sickly and pale as the woman in the bed. 

The body was completely naked and covered in multiple bruises. This person had likely been tested, tortured and preserved. Shep gasped aloud and stumbled into a tray setting behind him, knocking a few instruments to the floor. Rylie stopped midway to the door and turned towards him. “What? What is it?”

He looked back in the direction of the curtain to see Johnathan watching them from the door. “I’ll tell you later,” he said, shoving her towards the exit. “We need to go, now.”

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