Page 5 of Kidnapped By the Beast
“Oh…so you just need to examine my, uh, breasts to see if they’re the right kind?” Lexi asked, frowning. “But how can you tell that?”
“By giving you an injection that will cause your breasts to form a close approximation of the golden nectar—though of course this version won’t have the Bacillus Aurum in it,” Dr. Brandt explained.
“Wait…you want to give me a shot that will cause my breasts to make ‘nectar’?” Lexi asked, not liking the idea.
“Yes and then I’ll need to hook you up to a milking pump and record the volume you produce over an hour-long period,” he explained. “If you’re capable of producing a sufficient volume for me to study, I’ll know that you can also make enough of the golden nectar to keep me supplied with plenty of Bacillus Aurum to experiment on.”
Dr. Brandt reached behind him and got a long hypodermic from the top of his desk and showed it to her. It was filled with a liquid that looked like melted gold.
“If you could please just take off your blouse so I can inject you and then hook you up to the milking pump,” he said in a business-like tone.
“Hold on!” Lexi put up a hand to stop him. “I haven’t agreed to let you inject me with anything yet!”
He frowned.
“What more do you want? You know now that I’m not ‘perving’ on you, as you put it—I only want to see your breasts for scientific reasons.”
“Yes, but you also want to inject me with some weird stuff that looks like molten gold that will fill my breasts with weird nectar!” Lexi exclaimed. “I haven’t agreed to that.”
“Fine.” Dr. Brandt raked a hand through his hair in obvious frustration. “What will it take for you to agree to undergo further trials to see if you’d be my ideal test subject?”
“Stop saying ‘test subject’—it’s creepy,” Lexi protested. “Why don’t we say that I’m interviewing to be your assistant—that sounds a lot less Bride-of-Frankenstein, okay?”
“The bride of who?” He frowned. “Didn’t you tell me you were a single female? That’s a very important consideration—I can’t handle the breasts of a female who is already mated.”
Lexi stifled a laugh.
“No, I’m as single as they come,” she assured him. “And never mind—I was making a cultural reference but it’s not surprising you didn’t get it since you come from a whole different planet and culture.”
“I have tried studying the various Earth cultures—it’s a requirement to move to the Mother Ship in the first place,” he assured her. “And my mate was teaching me before…”
“Before what?” Lexi prompted, because he had suddenly fallen silent.
“Before she died,” Dr. Brandt said shortly. His mouth twisted and he looked away.
“From breast cancer?” Lexi guessed softly.
He shook his head.
“Never mind. It was years ago. I prefer not to discuss it.”
“Okay.” Lexi put up her hands in a “don’t shoot” gesture. “Sorry.”
“That’s quite all right.” He cleared his throat. “Listen, back to business. What must I pay you to undergo the trial and see if you would make a good test sub—er, a good assistant for me?”
“To be your human guinea pig? Hmmm….” Lexi frowned. “At least another five thousand dollars,” she said at last.
“Done!” he said at once, which made her think she should have asked for more. But they had already agreed on a price now.
“All right.” She took a deep breath. “So should I just…?”
“Remove your blouse and your undergarment please,” Dr. Brandt said briskly. “I’ll inject you with the serum first and then hook your breasts to the milking pump.”
Feeling suddenly shy, Lexi slowly began unbuttoning her long-sleeved white blouse. It went well with her black pencil skirt—together they were her best interview outfit. But she had never dreamed she’d be taking her blouse off for this particular interview.
She slipped off her blouse at last, but was reluctant to remove her bra. It was what her friends in high school had called an “over the shoulder boulder holder”—with thick elastic straps that cut into her shoulders. She had often wished she could get breast reduction because of the low back pain and shoulder pain her large breasts caused her, but her insurance—such as it was—wouldn’t pay for anything like that. So she was stuck with extra-extra-large ta-tas that were a pain in the ass because they were so heavy.
“All right—just a little pinch.” Dr. Brandt swabbed her arm with something that smelled sharp and antiseptic and then stuck her with the hypodermic. Lexi watched apprehensively as the melted gold liquid was injected into her arm. It didn’t hurt very much—not any more than a Flu shot—but her whole body felt tingly after he finished.
