Shelley's eyes shone with appreciation. "Oh, Aaron. You really care about a woman's needs."
Aaron wasn't so sure about that, but certainly he and Shelley were fellow boob maniacs, each in their own way, which made for one very nifty symbiosis. "Well, uh, sure -- "
"Oh, Aaron!"
Shelley Almazan was a petite woman, but she was dynamite and could pounce like a tigress, and before Aaron knew it she had him pinned on her bed. He got himself undressed rather haphazardly but was soon able to prove to Shelley just how much he did care about a woman's needs, stroking her, petting her, occasionally getting an inspired instinct to add a slapping spank, licking her, applying his tonguetip with artful care here and there over her body before she finally became so wound up that she simply needed a good long hard fuck. Soon all Aaron knew was that a hot woman was ferociously squashing her warm wet vagina over his cock while nearly drowning him in what seemed to be a bathtub's worth of soft silky pliable bosom. All in all he was convinced he had discovered Paradise.
Only in the quiet afterglow of the sex, with Shelley snoozing with a mischievous smile of satisfaction beside him, did Aaron stop to consider that Paradise could be counterwighted by Hell. It had been necessary for Shelley to use all her considerable charms to swing this deal -- but why? He had been so eager to be corrupted and seduced that he hadn't really cared why it would be necessary.
The next day, Aaron called up a doctor friend of his. "Listen, this woman comes in here and tries to convince me to go ahead with a breast augmentation that she says no surgeon will touch -- I turned her down, of course, but I'm still a little curious. The augmentation would have involved some implant, called, oh ... PHRIG, I believe, P-H-R-I-G."
"P-H-R-I-G? And she wants that? No one's even supposed to know that PHRIG stuff exists."
"So, what's the problem?"
"PHRIG seemed perfectly okay at first. But it was tried in a few women -- and they turned totally nympho."
Aaron cleared his throat, struggling to sound cool and rational, as he awkwardly crossed his legs. "Oh, ah ... they did. Hm. I see."
"We couldn't pin down the exact cause. We guessed that something about the expansion of the breasts caused the natural erogenous zones of the breasts to become fantastically sensitive, so that their brains were flooded with such an onslaught of constant overwhelming arousal that their intellects caved in and surrendered to a simply insatiable horniness."
Aaron crossed his legs even tighter and cleared his throat once more. "Mm ... hm! I ... see!"
"Now, why PHRIG should do this when no other method had remains a mystery, but whatever the causal link, PHRIG simply had to be pulled from the market. I'm sure that if you could explain that to this woman, that might scare her off."
"It ... might." If I even bother to tell her, Aaron dared to speculate. "Well, like I say -- whew!" He tried to laugh a little. "It's a good thing this is all out of the question! Thanks, Dr. Landborg."
"Anytime," replied Dr. Landborg. "Always happy to explain medical restrictions to the layman. See you."
Aaron sighed hard as he hung up. What was he getting into? He was putting the bank's reputation on a technically illegal procedure, one which could have results which might prove difficult to hide, in more ways that one -- and yet, he remained simply too thrilled by the prospect to back out now.
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