It’s out! My newest erotica ebook is available: The Bimbo Experiment.

 

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Who said the night shift has to be boring?

David wasn’t looking forward to starting a new job, but it turns out to be anything but dull. The lab where he works as the night security guard is testing an experimental mist, diffused by a humidifier and intended to be a relaxant, but it turns out that it has some very interesting side effects on the women participating in the sleep study.

David resists temptation as long as he can…which turns out to be not very long at all.

 

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If you’d like, read below for a sample of the story.

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The Bimbo Experiment

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David bit his lip to keep from yawning. Orientation for his first shift as night guard was beyond boring. He now understood why that pharmaceutical company was one of the leading competitors on the market for sleep aids. Just trying to listen to the droning scientist who gave him the tour of the floor he’d be guarding was enough to make him drowsy.

  Of course, if David had worked harder in school and smoked a little less weed at his last internship, he might have been one of the scientists instead of their hired help. But a series of little mistakes had led to massive failure, and the side effect was browsing internet job listings while drunk.

  He figured he’d never get called to interview for anything he favorited, much less a job that paid as well as this one, but they said he’d be perfect and told him to come in Monday at nine o’clock sharp. And there he was, five minutes late, but hired nonetheless.

  He barely caught the gist of what, precisely, the company was testing on the subjects who’d volunteered for the sleep test that night. Something about tension in the muscles caused by anxiety and stress leading to insomnia in women. But the pill in question wasn’t a muscle relaxer, nor was it an anti-anxiety pill. What a shame, David thought vaguely. It would be nice to get to sample one or the other. No, it was an experimental mist, diffused in a humidifier.

  “We market it to women because it’s only effective on them so far. We figured a humidifier option would be best for women who want to wake looking refreshed. And the effects we’ve observed in our test subjects are…” the scientist trailed off, caught up in some private thought “…potent.” He tried to catch David’s eye, communicating something with his expression that he didn’t bother to say with words.

  But David wasn’t watching the scientist. He was instead trying to catch a glimpse of the woman he’d just seen out of the corner of his eye. Standing on his tiptoes, he peered into the narrow, glass window on the door marked “Sleep Study Room Four.” A glimpse of blonde, curly hair. Of round breasts moving under a sheer nightgown. He craned his neck to get a better look. The motion was less sneaky than he might have hoped.

  “Test subjects should be awarded the highest levels of privacy and confidentiality,” the scientist chided. “Come on. Let me show you the control room.” David followed reluctantly, a pretty picture formulating in his mind of the subject in room four.

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