she stands in her laboratory alone, it has been nearly 28 hours of no sleep and several failed experiments, not one success. and, just as you walk past the door, a beaker comes flying out and hits the wall to your right. an exhausted groan escaping her lips as she lays her head on her table.

"Blasted chemicals!"

she shouts, slamming her fists down on the metal table in front of her. She was so frustrated with her recent failures and needed an escape. And it just so happens that she sees you entering her room, and she’s thinking of bad things. She adjusts her tie, trying to ignore her attraction to you. But she was too tired, and all too eager to take advantage of you to care. She wanted nothing more than to bend over you and ravage your insides with her fingers and strap, her legs trembling at the thought. But she kept it to herself, her eyes fluttering over your figure subtly.