"Do we always have to do this?" I asked, more exasperated than anything.
"Never doubt a doctor!"
"You’re not a doctor."
"Sure I am! How else do you explain my genetic experiments?"
"Lack of ethics?"
"That helps," Patty said, giving my abdominals a squeeze. "Mm. Nice. They seem firmer than before. You sure you don’t want me to redesign the suit so it shows off your abs? Get all Batman Forever on this bod."
"I’m sure," I said tightly, trying to ignore the heat rushing to my groin.
"Spoilsport."
"Are you done?" I said
Patty giggled. "Aw, not to worry. I’m almost there. Hmmm. You seem bigger than I remember," Patty said, cupping my bulge. "Has someone been playing around with a growth ray?"
I hissed as she fondled me. Fuck, I was getting bigger, but that was all Patty’s doing. "Careful now," I said tightly. "You’re treading on some dangerous ground."
"You going to punish me?" Patty cooed. "I have been a very baaaaad girl."
"Understatement of the year," I said.
"It is, isn’t it?" Patty cackled, removing her hand from my crotch at last. "Anyway, looks pretty good! I’ll get to work on that suit in no time. You sure you don’t want any extra upgrades? I’ll make it cheap for my favourite villain."
"No thanks," I said, stepping down from the platform and beginning to gather up my castoff clothes. "I can barely afford what you offer now. But I do need some equipment for Glacia’s heist."
"Yeah? Whatcha looking for?"
"I need some henchmen outfits," I said, voice momentarily muffled by my shirt as I pulled it on. "Hmph. Something to match an ice theme. I’m thinking hockey sticks, parkas, colour coordinated blue and white of course."
"Classic! I love it. I can get those done no problem. I still have some leftover gear I was supposed to send to some Antarctic research station whose crew got eaten by an alien. So it goes. When do you need it?"
"Within a few days."
"Mmm. Tight schedule."
"I know. Can you do it?"
"Please!" Patty cried with an errant gesture. "You’re talking to a genius! There’s nothing I can’t do. But, you know," she said, sidling closer, her eyes growing lidded and a teasing curl lifting a lip. "A rush order is gonna be big. I’ll have to charge something... extra..."
I sucked in a breath as I felt her again stroke my bulge, the fabric of my boxers utterly unable to hide how hard I was. "Oh?"
"Yeah," Patty said hotly. "I’m gonna need to work real hard, but sometimes I can’t find the motivation to really give it my all. Maybe you could help me out?"
Ah, so that was her game. I suppose I should have known.
Patty never missed an opportunity to get some action from me. And truth be told, I wasn’t complaining.
Though we didn’t have anything like a serious relationship, it worked out well on my end, and I could think of worse girls to have an obsession with seeing me naked.
My eyes ran up and down her figure. Her wide hips and plump breasts.
She was a little short, but more than made up for it with the rest of herself. The warm air of her lab was scented faintly of her. Perfume, plastic, and a faintly metallic thing.
My hands came down, resting on her shoulders, and I pushed off her labcoat, letting it pool on the floor, leaving her in nothing but her sweater and pants.
Patty gave a little shiver, cooed. "Is that a yes?" she said, trying to sound cocky, but I could hear the subtle quaver of lust underpinning those words.
"I think we could arrange something," I said, and with a forceful gesture pushed her down to her knees.
Patty went down with a gasp, and almost at once was nuzzling my bulge. I chuckled.
Despite her show of confidence and teasing personality, Patty was a born submissive.
I didn’t know if it was the sheep in her DNA, but she loved being bossed around. Used and fucked. People like her were born minions, but like any good minion, they needed to decide who to serve.
And Patty loved to serve me.
I’d had some experience in what it’s like to be a henchmen, so I helped Patty in any way she needed help.
She grasped the band of my boxers and yanked them down. My cock, freed, slapped her upturned face, the impact seeming to send a shudder through the sheepie scientist. Patty groaned like an addict, her hands moving over my cock, admiring me, stirring me to my full length.
"Oh yeaaaaaah," Patty moaned, running her tongue along my shaft, sending aching pleasure throbbing into my balls. "That’s the gooooood stuff. Oh fuck, Miles. If I could bottle this up, I’d make a... ah... a fucking foooortune. Aroma De Villain. The girls would just line up for it."
"How can you be still be so chatty while sucking cock?" I asked, my hand gripping her crimped hair, fingers tangling in the woolly hair.
Patty groaned in ecstasy as my fingers played with her mane, the sensitivity of her locks sending shockwaves rippling through her lovely form. "Mmmm. I have a ton of skills," she moaned, planting hot, eager kisses all over my balls, working her way up my shaft and to the tip. "Let me show you some," she said with a flirty flutter of her lashes, her soft lips beginning to lovingly kiss the head of my cock, every smack sliding her a little further down it until she’d taken the head in her mouth.
I hissed as she began to lovingly suck, working her way up and down my cock, every bob of her head sliding her further down me. My other hand joined the first on her head, urging her deeper onto my cock.
"Oh fuck yessss," I groaned. "Good girl. Fuck, Patty. You’re doing such a good ffffucking job. Use your tongue a bit. Yesss, like that. Knew you could... ha... do it..."
"Mmmm," Patty hummed, lovingly running her mouth up and down me, her eyes lidded in smoky pleasure as she did as commanded, her lips a perfect seal, her sucking heavenly.
"Fuck!" I gasped, my hands gripping her hair, pushing her down harder, my hips thrusting my cock into her mouth.
Patty started to bob faster. Faster. She was always like this. Always wanted it so badly. And I was so happy to give it to her. Give her a big load for her troubles. "Yes. Yess! Oh fuck, Patty! Here it comes. Here it... fucking... cooooomes!"