”“Wow. I picture you with like a preppy girl or something like that. Someone like who I used to be.”“Yeah… it was a couple of years back. Th...ngs are different now.”And they had been. It took me a long time to get over my relationship with Melissa but it was all behind me now. I hadn’t been with anyone since Melissa, but I’d dated a bit and every one of those dates was with a nice, normal girl who had a regular understanding of dating. Nothing had ever quite ‘clicked’ with any of them, but being. N-O. NO.”Heather’s eyes narrowed and she looked annoyed, at first, but as Darius reached the end of his tirade, her expression softened. She looked down at the dress, adjusting it on the clothes hanger.“I just wanted to show off what a lovely woman you make...”“NO” he repeated, his stern look conveying the depth of his conviction on this matter.She looked back up at him with a smirk on her face. “Fine. I suppose you’re right ... I’m not being fair.” Heather turned and hung the dress back up in. “The club is owned by me through a third party. I use it to get test subjects or test...experiments.”“Why me?”“Let's see, you are the right height, about 5'6” tall, the right weight for your height. Your figure is nicely curved. Your breast are particularly nice, on the small side of C, but very firm. Lastly, you are a blonde, I have a thing for blondes.”“What are you---”The voice cut her off, “am I going to do to you?”“Yes,” Heather whispered.“It won't hurt one bit, my dear. It is an. She backed her head away for a second and while still looking at each other, I could see the sexual fire in her eyes. She must have seen the same, because next thing I know, Amanda jumped ontop of my chair, sitting on me grabbing my head with both hands, and we started to make out. I couldn't believe it, it happened so fast and I remember thinking holy shit dude this must be a fucking dream. I responded by putting my hands on her waist and slowly massaging her while making out. I moved my hands.