Marcy sat in Dr. Villiers' office the next day, dressed in a modest blouse and skirt, with her knees tightly pressed together and her hands folded primly in her lap.
"Your record in the short time you have been with us, Miss McCall, is one of the most fascinating I have ever encountered," Villiers said, indicating the lab reports, notes and tapes of his experiments with her.
"I hope I have helped to add to the sum of man's knowledge," Marcy said. She neither looked nor sounded like the sexually insane creature of the night before, but Villiers noted that she was secretly rubbing those closed thighs together. As an interpreter of body language, he knew that meant her thoughts were a long way from being as prim as her demeanor.
"Twenty-two years a virgin and smoldering inside all that time," Villiers said. "The strange quirks of human nature never cease to astonish me. For twenty-two years you were filled with lustful cravings that you hid even from yourself."
"I wasn't aware of suppressing anything. I thought I was just a normal, healthy American girl – a good girl," Marcy said a little wistfully. "Some of the boys I went with did say I was frigid, and called me an iceberg and things like that, but I thought they were just saying those things so they could take advantage of me. You know how a guy does when he wants a girl to do something she knows she shouldn't. They'll say any old thing that pops into their heads, quote Freud or Masters and Johnson or whatever, to get you where they want you."
"And did you have a great many boy friends?" Villiers asked, shuffling papers. "Were there a lot of horny young fellows panting for the honeypot between those lovely white thighs?"
"Well, yes, I guess you could say I was popular, although quite a few of the fellows drifted away when they discovered they weren't going to get what they wanted. Others got nasty, and I just refused to see them any more."
"Tch! Tch! So much to offer and so niggardly with it, Miss McCall!"
"they thought of me as a sex object only. I wanted to be admired for my human potential… for myself… for my…" She had been going to say brains, but stopped when she remembered that Karla had whispered to her sometime during the wild night that her brains were between her legs.
"Were there any males who were more persistent than the others, who sought the golden glory of your cunt more avidly than their rivals?"
"Yes. There was Danny Gregory. All that guy ever thought about was getting a girl on her back, but he's married now and that's all over."
Dr. Villiers made a note. "Danny Gregory. Anyone else?"
"Big John. He's awful. A big fat slob of a hippie with a beard down to his belly and his pants always bulging out in front. I met him at another guy's pad, an artist whose name is Roy Enders. He was always after me to pose in the nude, and his girl friend was kind of peculiar too. She was good-looking, but kind of masculine, you know. She tried to kiss me once when I'd had a couple of glasses of wine, but I guess you know I put her in her place."
"Fascinating," Dr. Villiers said. "Apparently for all your life you have been repressing lesbian tendencies as well as masochistic longings, and, of course, your nymphomania."
"I really am a mess, aren't I?" Marcy said. "Do you think a psychiatrist could help me?"
"Not unless you want to go back to what you were before you answered my ad and came to my suite at the hotel. If you prefer being the puritanical, rigidly controlled and desperately unhappy child you were then, I'll give you another series of shots, and reverse the hypnotic conditioning I use on all my subjects."
"I don't remember that," Marcy said, surprised. When she thought about it, she found she had no recollection of the events that followed her phone call answering the ad, until she had gotten into the car with Villiers.
"Would you like to go back to being that timid, inhibited Marcy McCall?" Dr. Villiers asked like a kindly uncle.
Marcy hesitated. "Uh… No, I don't think I would. I was kind of all frozen inside, but I'm kind of a mess this way too, don't you think?"
"Actually, I find you the most interesting specimen in my whole collection," he said. "Even the Karlows don't have as many sexual facets and quirks. You have almost all of the ones they have, with the exception of incest, and…"
"I think I have that too," she said, shuffling her feet nervously. "Every time I see Kyle and Karla, it makes me think of my brother Jimmy, and wonder how it would feel to fuck him."
Dr. Villiers slapped his forehead. "Of course! How could I have missed it! You amaze me, X-999, you really do!"
Marcy smiled weakly. "I'm glad if I please you, Dr. Villiers. I'd rather please you than anything else in the world." Except fuck you, she was thinking. I'm getting awfully hot, and I wish you'd fuck me right now. How come all the action has slowed down? I thought we'd keep on going just the way we were, fucking, eating cunts, blowing cocks, forever and forever.
"Let's see, where were we?" Villiers said, referring to his notes. "Oh yes, were there any others who were particularly eager in pursuit of your cherry, my dear?"
"Yes, there was Mr. Price. He nearly went out of his head every time he saw me, and that made things very bad, because he was my boss. He was always trying to lure me into his private office, onto his couch, or to sit on his desk. I'd heard of some of the things he'd done to other girls who sat on his desk, so I stayed as far away from him as I could."
"And it was Mr. Price you made the deal with to keep your brother out of jail by refunding his share of the robbery to the company?"
"Yes."
"Tell me, my dear, did he ever hint at some other form of compensation? Perhaps that he would accept your body in payment for your brother's crime?"
"He hinted at it very strongly, but I pretended I didn't know what he was getting at. He's really awfully lustful. His wife must be a dried-up prune inside, because he's always looking for outside balling."
"What does Mr. Price look like?" Dr. Villiers asked. "Is he attractive physically?"
"Well, yes. He's tall and slender and really quite dignified most of the time. He has steel gray hair that contrasts nicely with his tanned face. Yes, he's very attractive, in spite of the fact that he's fifty-one."
"Would you like to fuck him, Marcy?" Dr. Villiers asked.
"I guess I'd like to fuck almost anyone I can think of now, Dr. Villiers," Marcy said matter-of-factly. "Maybe I always wanted to, but something just kept me from doing it."
"Could you be a little more specific? Just who in particular would you like to fuck?"
"You, Dr. Villiers," Marcy said. "You changed my whole life when you first put that kingly prick in me."
"Ahem! Yes, but…"
Marcy unclamped her thighs and let her knees fall outward until Villiers could see the white lace of the panties she was wearing. The panties were so thin and so wet that he could make out the damp swirls of blonde pubic hair and the rosy slit parting it down the center.
"Ah… ahem!" Dr. Villiers cleared his throat again. "I was referring to other persons, those who are outside this experimental situation. Who beside Mr. Price?"
"Well, there's Mickey Paul. He's the red-haired, freckle-faced office boy and mail clerk at Price-Meehan. He was always trying to look up my dress. He'd drop an envelope or a scratch pad, and get down on his hands and knees to pick it up and look up my skirt. I guess he thought some day he'd catch me not wearing panties, or maybe pantyhose with no crotch."
"Did you like it when he did that, Marcy? Did it give you a secret thrill?"
"I guess it did. I'd always be a little bit wet afterwards, but I tried to pretend that a boy wanting to see my pussy had nothing to do with that."
"And would you like to fuck this Mickey now, Marcy?" Dr. Villiers asked.
"Oh yes. He's sort of like Jimmy. I mean, they don't look alike, but they remind me of each other. Even their jobs are something alike – Jimmy is an outside messenger boy and Mickey is the inside one."
"I see. And how old is Mickey?"
"Fifteen, I think," she said, shifting position so that her pink-lipped cunt was more visible behind the sopping white nylon.
"And would it be possible for you to seduce this boy right in the office? Is there any private place where you could do that?"
"There's the mail room," Marcy said, "but that girl is always in there."
"What girl is that, Marcy?"
"Sheila, I think her name is. She's a funny kid, glasses and books all the time, you know. Sort of a wallflower type."
"Hmmmm. Do you think she has sexual possibilities?" Dr. Villiers asked. "Do you think she might be as repressed as you were? Do you think that the sight of you and Mickey copulating might turn her on?"
"I don't know. Maybe. I'm beginning to think anything is possible sexwise."
"It is, my dear, it is. Believe me when I tell you that the central theory of my work is that there is no person in the whole world who does not, deep within himself, crave a full and varied sex life. The hardest, most cynical intellectual; the coldest, most astute banker; the nun in her convent; the bishop in his palace – all long for, if they but knew it, the deep satisfaction and joy that a creative and varied sex life would bring."
"Not Aunt Phoebe!" Marcy said positively.
"And who is Aunt Phoebe?"
"My maiden aunt. She's been a confirmed man-hater all her life. She lives in a weird old apartment and never goes out because she'd have to look at men anywhere she went."
"Does she prefer women?" Villiers asked, making notes.
"Not that way, although she doesn't seem to despise them as much as she does men. What she really hates is sex, I guess."
"And just to think, but for an ad in the paper, you might have ended up just like Aunt Phoebe!"
"Yes. I could have been just like her, hating men and never seeing anyone but the live-in maid. Hers is a black girl from Haiti called Francie."
"Oh? Yes, well… we do seem to have an interesting group of subjects here, don't we, my dear?"
"Subjects?" Marcy asked.
"Yes, subjects for your field trips."
"Oh. I guess you did mention something about that while we were all fucking in the laboratory," Marcy said.
"We were experimenting in the laboratory, my dear," Villiers corrected.
"Whatever, why can't we go back there and fuck some more?" Marcy pouted. "I like to fuck."
"You do indeed, but I think you'll find the itinerary I'm setting up for you will provide a wider range of sexual opportunities than is available in our laboratories."
"I don't care. I just want to lie down and have people stick things in me – cocks, clits, tongues, fingers, anything groovy," Marcy's voice was husky with lust.
"You will, my dear, but first I have a few more questions," Dr. Villiers said. "Tell me, do you think twenty thousand dollars is enough for the things we're asking you to do?"
Marcy giggled. "If it weren't for Jimmy, I'd tell you to keep the money and just think up more things for me to do."
Dr. Villiers smiled. "Don't worry, that's exactly what I'm going to do. After all, that's the name of the game. That's what my research is all about, and why we receive grants from rich people, from foundations and from international organizations. They are all dedicated to the principle that the salvation of the human race lies in hyper-sexualization."
Marcy couldn't get very excited about the salvation of the human race, not when, she was burning with an insatiable lust that never seemed to leave her, not even when she was asleep. If she wasn't fucking, she was dreaming about it.
"Do you know who Gerry and Beth Winston are, Marcy?"
"The superstars? Of course, everyone knows who they are. They're part of what people call the Beautiful People. Why?"
"They are two of our benefactors," Dr. Villiers said. "Not so much because of their concern for the human race, I'm afraid, as for their predilection for outrageous sex."
"I don't believe it," Marcy said.
"Would you like to meet them, Marcy?" Villiers asked. "Would you like to spend a night pressed between the most beautiful woman in the world and the most sought-after man?"
Marcy gasped. "Me? Little nobody Marcy McCall?"
"No, sexpert Marcy McCall, the first of a new race of super sexed women who will someday remake the world."
"But they're glamorous, exciting people and…"
"So are Baron Otto von Furstan and his Miranda," Dr. Villiers said. "The German shipping magnate and his beautiful, aristocratic wife are just two more of our donors and, incidentally, sharers. They look forward with keen anticipation to the third parties I send them to share their marriage bed. They are part of that growing group of people who think tri-party marriages are the coming thing; and until that becomes legal, they settle for a less formal arrangement."
Marcy was speechless for a moment. "I – I didn't realize that your research was so philosophic, and had such prominent people backing it."
"If I were to tell you who some of our other backers are, you'd be completely overwhelmed," Dr. Villiers said.
"And I'm going to meet some of these people? Maybe I can even – oh, I can hardly bring myself to think the word in connection with them – fuck them?"
Dr. Villiers laughed. "I assure you, my dear, they have sex as much on their minds as your local grocer or the clerk who waits on you in the dime store or the cab driver who takes you to the airport. Perhaps they are more sexually aware because they aren't put to the grimy necessity of spending most of their time grubbing for a living."
"Wow, I didn't know what I was getting into when I answered that ad! Just to think, Marcy McCall from Plainview, Kansas, making it with Gerry and Beth and Otto and Miranda – oh, golly!"
"But first you must make your local field trips, my dear," Dr. Villiers said. "First we must spread the knowledge, the enlightenment and the joy you have gained among your own circle of acquaintances, mustn't we?"
Marcy's excitement vanished, and she looked uneasy. "I – I suppose so, if you say so."
"What's the matter, my dear? You seem to have lost your enthusiasm."
"It's just that I don't want to get very far away from your cock, Dr. Villiers," Marcy confessed. "It's become kind of like a God to me – it really has."
"Why, how nice, Marcy," he said kindly. "But it will be with you in spirit, and when you return, it will be ready and waiting for you. You have my word on that."
Marcy still hesitated. "There's something else, too. I've only been the way I am since I met you and came here, and if I get away from you, is there any danger I'll change back? I mean, I wouldn't want to be that old uptight, frozen-pussy Marcy McCall for anything. She didn't even know her mouth could be used for anything but eating and talking."
"Don't worry, my dear, you are one of us now – a crusader for a sexualized world. Away from here, you may behave a bit more circumspectly. I do not expect you to take your clothes off in the middle of San Francisco during the rush hour, and start fucking traffic policemen on the hoods of cars. But I assure you that at every reasonable opportunity you will want to fuck, lick, or blow every attractive person you meet. You will want to share yourself with the rest of humanity, you will want to bring love and peace to a world that has seen too much of hate and war."
"You make me sound like a crusader going out to face the infidel," Marcy giggled.
"You are a crusader, and the enemy you face is far more evil than any infidel. Some of its many pseudonyms are chastity, virginity, constancy, and all the other devices for repressing natural sexual urges."
"Beside my quest, the money you are paying me means nothing." Marcy said. "Except to keep my dear Jimmy safe, of course."
"Of course. Now, shall we go over the first phase of your adventure, your first post-graduate assignment, so to speak?"
"Yes, sir. I'm ready to do anything for you, Dr. Villiers."
"Are you? Are you ready to seduce Mr. Price in his own office, and then proceed to do the same for Mickey in the mail room?"
Marcy gulped but nodded bravely. "Yes, sir. You can depend on me. If Mr. Price and Mickey are seducible, I'll seduce them."
"There's a kind of nice counterpoint to that, isn't there? From corporation president to office boy in one jump."
Marcy didn't know what counterpoint was, but she nodded in agreement.
"And just to add a little something extra to our experiment, I think we'll give you a contingency plan."
"What's that?"
"Well, let's see, how shall we put it? Ah yes, if during your sexual conquest of these two males, you are by any chance interrupted by anyone – man, woman, girl or boy – you will immediately involve them in the proceedings also. Do you understand?"
"Not quite."
"All right, let me explain further. If while you are fucking young Mickey, the girl you mentioned should come in, you are to reach out and draw her into the fun. Right?"
"Right," Marcy said.
"And if Mr. Meehan should walk in while you're doing your thing with Mr. Price, then Mr. Meehan mouth will be invited to share that honeyed cunt of yours, won't he?"
"He certainly will, Doctor."
"Good girl! And now I have a little gift for you," he said, taking an amulet on a gold chain from his desk drawer and handing it to her. "This looks like an ordinary piece of jewelry, but it is really a miniaturized recorder that will pick up every phase of your field experiments."
"It will?" Marcy looked doubtfully at the ornament as she fastened it around her neck. "But it's so small."
"It has been especially developed by our scientists," Dr. Villiers said. "Everything will be recorded without your partners in the experiments being aware of it."
Marcy wasn't sure about the ethics involved in taping a sexual interlude with a person without telling them, but she decided that anything that would advance the science of sexology must be all right.
"Oh yes, there's one more thing," Dr. Villiers said, as she got up to leave.
"What's that, Dr. Villiers?"
"Suck my cock first, will you, my dear?" Villiers said, turning away from the desk so she could see that his white smock was open, and his massive prick bare. "The way you've been sitting there with your little blonde pussy winking at me has gotten me moderately aroused, and I don't know anyone who can blow a cock as well as Marcy McCall."
"Oh, thank you, sir!" Marcy said, falling on her knees in front of him and lifting the gigantic balls in worshipful hands. Then she lowered her adoring the swollen tip of his cock.