WETWARE, Part Three

by Marlissa

Amanda Crossways's thumb remained on the doorbell for thirty seconds before she finally heard a pattering behind the door. A lock's knob was turned and deadbolt pulled back, but the door swung opened only a few inches. Two young blue eyes flashed suspiciously out at her over the chain.

"Yes?" A girl, perhaps twenty, and suspicious.

"Doctor Fristch, please."

"Do you have an appointment, Ma'am?" The last word was pulled out grudgingly.

"Look, just tell him I'm here. He'll see me."

A haughty, full lipped smile now. "Not without an appointment, Ma'am!" She started to push the door shut, but Amanda went right back to the doorbell.

"Please leave! The Doctor is very busy with his work!" The girl protested protectively.

"Tell him Amanda, make that Doctor, Crossways is here to see him in regard to Ben Stein."

The eyes batted back at her nervously. A moment's hesitation, then a small nod. "One minute please."

Does she know something? Amanda wondered briefly, then the door chain was removed, allowing her entry into the Fritsch's combination brownstone and laboratory. The blonde gestured her to enter. Now that Amanda could see her, she wondered if her timing was right after. The girl, a pretty thing, was nervous and dressed in a white lab coat that fell barely below her hips and white five inch high heels. As Amanda followed her, she was almost certain that the lab coat didn't hide a shorter miniskirt.

Fristch welcomed her with a polite, curious smile. "Amanda! So nice to see you! I hear so much about your work in biochemistry! Please sit!"

Amanda took a seat.

"A drink?" Fristch asked, all hospitality. You'd never know he was a goddamn pervert, Amanda brooded. She hated being here already. She nodded, accepting a glass of wine.

Fristch snapped his fingers. "A glass of the Bordeaux, Sissy, for our guest." Sissy obediently spun around. "My lab assistant," he explained. Amanda noted the exaggerated swing of the girl's hips as she sauntered out of the room.

"You have your lab assistant fetch drinks, Doctor? Really! I would think you put your help to better uses than that!" Amanda chided him.

The scientist smiled. "Oh, I do, Amanda-- I do." The inference was so obvious, she was not meant to miss it.

The girl, Sissy, returned with the wine glass, handing it to Amanda. As she bent down, Amanda could see that underneath the lab coat, Sissy wore a white lace push-up bra-- and nothing else. Fristch patted his knee and Amanda watched uncomfortably as the girl pranced gleefully, taking his knee as her seat and bowing her head.

"Why are you looking at Sissy, Amanda? DO you find her attractive?" Fristch queried innocently.

"If you're implying I'm a lesbian Doctor, your sense of humor doesn't match your reputed genius. No," she continued acidly, "what I'm watching is a silly sexist who has obviously hired a live-in prostitute. I'm disappointed, Doctor. Couldn't you do a little better? I mean paying for it?" She sipped her wine, returning his amused grin evenly. The guy was weird. Very weird.

Sissy crossed her legs and Amanda could see a small flash of white lace panty. He's got her in a thong for God's sakes!

"Oh, Sissy isn't paid-- and she isn't a prostitute, though she could make her way in the world as one with this body. I mean, she's so busty and all." Sissy simpered in joy at the compliment, heaving her bosom up.

Amanda blushed. Her breasts had always been small and she often wondered how many men she might have attracted had they been larger. She felt stupid about it-- with an IQ of 165, she was worried about her breast size. And Fritsch knew it-- was baiting her about it. She downed a hot swallow of the red Bordeaux.

"Sure, Doctor. Whatever. I'm sure your bimbo there is a proverbial rocket scientist, right?"

Fritsch stroked Sissy's thigh, pushing the lab coat high on her leg. It was now obvious that she wore a thong panty at most.

"Well, she IS a bimbo, but Sissy is a smart little girl. Sissy," he turned to the girl, "what is the relationship between Metzen's Fourth Law of Implied Logic and the speed of the enhanced Alpha chip?"

Sissy batted her long lashes. "The law explains how the chip is able to accommodate a billion plus instruction set, Doctor. It is the basis of the current development of 4GLs and a re- examination of bubble memory technology, once abandoned in the seventies."

Amanda was struck at the lucidity of the answer and the lispy, breathy way in which it was given. Like a call girl with a PhD. She squirmed uncomfortably at the thought and as she did, she felt an long object in the folds of the chair cushion. She reached down and was even more outraged at what she found. It was a pink eight inch vibrator!       "Sissy!" Fristch boomed. The girl jumped off her perch on his lap. "How many times have I told you to put your toys away when you're done playing with them?"

Sissy pursed her lips contritely, blushing a deep burgundy. "I'm sorry Doctor."

"I'm so embarrassed, Amanda. My apologies-- you know good help is SO hard to find. Sissy, go put your plaything in your toybox and come right back so we can take care of this!" Sissy obeyed, taking the offending vibrator from a disgusted Dr. Amanda Crossways and disappeared.

"What are you going to do, Doctor?" Amanda asked, fascinated despite her outrage.

"Punish her, of course," Fritsch answered smoothly. "I can't let her get away with this nonsense."

Sissy returned, playing with the hem of her lab coat anxiously. Fristch addressed her sternly.

"You've embarrassed me, Sissy, in front of Dr. Crossways. I'm most upset. Do you agree with me that you deserve to be punished?"

"Yes, Doctor," she answered pathetically.

"And how many paddles do you think this indiscretion deserves, missy?"

Amanda winced at the last. "You're going to SPANK her? Are you for real?"

Fristch didn't answer. "How many?" he repeated.

"Five?" Sissy begged hopefully.

He shook his head. "Ten I think is more appropriate, though for our guest, we will keep your panties on." He shifted his knee and already trembling, Sissy obediently draped herself over it, pulling up her lab coat to reveal a tiny white lace thong, which barely covered the bulbed cleft between the long pale legs.

Amanda watched in a silent cloud of sympathy, anger, frustration as she watched the near nude girl get spanked by Fritsch. I have to remember why I'm here, she told herself. Ignore this for now, help her later. I have to find out what happened to Ben. At last, the sniffling blonde was allowed to rise to her high heeled feet.

Fristch gave her a last swat on the rump. "Now get that pretty butt of yours in the kitchen and start my dinner, Sissy!" The girl minced quickly and gratefully out of the room.

"Now, where were we?"

Keep control. He's taunting you. Why, I don't know, but he is. "I came to ask what you know about the disappearance of Ben Stein, Dr. Fristch."

"Missing? I had no idea! I had heard he left MIT, but missing?" Fristch loved knowing that Sissy's spanking had nettled this uppity girl. He knew she was a feminist, which was why he had staged the whole thing. Especially this one. She was bright, but her insufferably superior attitude was exactly why he had refused to let her become his assistant at the university. He despised feminists-- they had made a mess of academic research. Poor Sissy probably even thought she had left her vibrator in the seat, even though he had done it himself.

She shook her head at this. "Doctor, he wouldn't leave without saying something to someone. His apartment is cleaned out and his office and lab is empty. The Dean says--"

"The Dean said he was unreliable and a prima donna-- happy to be rid of him, I heard," Fristch informed her.

She shook her head again. "No, no! He was so involved in his work-- he wouldn't have just left. Anyway, I know he spoke to you a while back and, since it was right before he disappeared, I thought he might have said something." Why was he so jumpy now?

"Did I speak to him? Why would you think that?" Fristch asked carefully.

Amanda handed him the printed e-mail from Ben. "See? So what did he say?"

Fritsch straightened the press of his trousers. "Oh, I couldn't say, really. It was a few weeks ago." He rose, the discussion closed.

She rose jerkily, still confused. "Well, if you think of anything- -"

"Yes, yes. I'll get your coat, since Sissy's fixing dinner." He brusquely passed by her. "I think she put it upstairs."

As soon as he was out of sight, Amanda tiptoed into the kitchen. The blonde was busily preparing the nightly meal. She looked up cluelessly.

"Yes, Ma'am?" Ever helpful, ever subservient. She had changed from her lab coat into a skimpy maid's outfit, a black tafetta and white lace thing which looked more like a bedroom garment than a utilitarian outfit.

"Look," Amanda blustered quickly, "I don't know what this," she pointed at the tiny skirt and tight bodice, "is all about, but it isn't worth it. Come with me, here's my card-- call me. We'll figure out a way to get you on your feet. No woman deserves to be treated this way, like some" she spat disgustedly, "love doll or something. I have to go, because he's coming back, but call me!" Without another look, Amanda left, meeting Fristch at the door.

"Saying good-bye to Sissy?" he asked curiously.

She nodded, too affably. "Yes, yes I was. If you think of anything, will you--"

"I will. Good-bye." Fristch closed the door, watching her figure as it merged with the darkness outside. Pretty bitch, but flat chested and too uppity. She needs to be put in her place, he considered. Needs to learn why girls belong in pretty things in soft beds waiting to give pleasure, NOT in universities getting tenure. Not when men like he, geniuses, were turned out in disgrace.

He was rolling this thought over in his head as he sat down in his chair in the dining room. Sissy served him silently, not even speaking when he slipped two of his fingers into her slick shaved pussy, pumping her gently.

Sissy gritted her perfect white teeth, moaning as she felt the fingers squeeze against the tight cling of her hairless lips.

"Sissy, did you know that you had a sister?" Fristch informed her. He withdrew the fingers, holding them in the air. She fell to her white stockinged knees and took the fingers in her mouth, tasting her juices as she wrapped her tongue about the wet digits.

"After you're done, do fetch me the phone, Sissy."

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Amanda grimly walked up to Fristch's brownstone door. He had come across some interesting information he said, regarding Ben. Could she come over on the Sunday before the semester began? That was all, the e-mail had said. She had a great deal of preparation to do for the intro biology class she was teaching beginning Wednesday. But she still had a lingering affection for Ben and if she could find out where he might have run off to, it was worth the effort...even of dealing with the loathsome Fristch.

Her last encounter with him had been so odd that she had been positively embarrassed to tell anyone about it. Not that she had really seen anyone on campus over the Break. The university had been deserted. Like Fristch's neighborhood now. She knocked on the door.

Sissy opened the door wide this time, smiling at her happily.

"Hello Amanda! It's so nice to see you! Please come in. The Doctor is expecting you." This last statement was offered with such sexy intimations that Amanda shivered. Although she shivered as much at Sissy's appearance.

Fristch had known Amanda was coming over. Was he so disrespectful to both she and this poor bimbo that he had had Sissy dress this way? Was he that uninterested in any vestige of propriety? The lab coat that the nubile young blonde assistant had worn before would have been preferable to this get-up. The buxom blonde wore a black lace teddy that left little to the proverbial imagination. It stretched tightly over her large breasts supported only by two thin spagetti should straps. The thin lace betrayed two fully erect nipples underneath and continued to hug her torso till finally creeping between her legs. The vulva mound tightly bunched against the ever disappearing triangle of the crotch and Amanda winced at the thought of the tight shave needed to keep that bikini line hairless. Sissy was made up whorishly just as before-- thick red lipstick, plucked eyebrows, rouge brightening the pale cheeks. Around her neck, Sissy wore a black velvet choker, though it looked more like a dog collar to Amanda. Her legs were bare but she wore a pair of black stilletos that defied gravity. It struck her now how much Sissy looked like that actress Kim Bassinger.

"Uh, look-- before I see your, uh, boss, have you given my offer any thought?"

Sissy looked quizzically at her.

"You know, the last time I was here? We talked about getting you out of here, into a real job-- one that will let you dress in regular clothes, not like...that." Amanda was frustrated at Sissy's continued, polite silence.

"You don't have to live like this, Sissy! You're able to do anything, be anything you want! Why do you let him humiliate you this way? You don't deserve to be treated like this! Answer me, damn you!"

If nothing else, Amanda's tirade made Sissy loose the "good little girl" smile. The blonde looked down, ashamed.

"You don't understand, and I can't explain it to you," she said softly. "I wish I could-- really I do! But he does things to you-- oh, but I can't explain!" Sissy's features grew close in helplessness.

Amanda took her forearm tenderly. "You don't deserve this, Sissy!"

Sissy looked up sadly. "But I do, Amanda, I do. I'm just a stupid little bimbo. If it weren't for the Doctor, I'd still be... and when I grew up, I..."

"Sissy?! Did I hear the doorbell?" Fristch bellowed from upstairs in the lab.

"I have to take you to him now, Amanda. I'm sorry." And Amanda followed the girl wearily up the stairs to the lab.

Fristch was there, hunched over his lab table. He looked up, recovering the large object on the table. "Thank you for coming! Please come in! Can I have Sissy serve you a drink?"

Amanda shook her head. "No. Just tell me what you know about Ben. Now."

Fristch was perturbed at this rudeness. "Sissy, two glasses of the Merlot. Now, Amanda, I'll I ask is a bit of civility. I know you don't approve of that--" he pointed at Sissy's swiveling rear as she left the room, "but remember, you asked for my help, not the other way around."

Amanda softened. "O.k." She took the glass Sissy reappeared with. "I'm sorry. Tell me what you know."

Fristch made a steeple of his index fingers, touching the tip to his pursed dry lips. "Well, it is rather embarrassing-- to Ben that is."

"Go on, please."

Fristch had seated himself and Sissy had positioned her at his feet, resting on her knees with hands folded in her lap. She looked shyly at Amanda.

"Well, you see, Ben once told me he had rather outre fantasies...of a sexual nature." He sipped his wine, giving her a disapproving look over the rim of the glass.

Amanda was surprised, too shocked at the charge to dispute it. "Really? He never seemed that kinky to me!"

Sissy giggled playfully.

The scientist nodded regretfully. "I'm afraid he was, how would you say, 'out there?' His kink as you put it was quite strange indeed!"

Amanda couldn't contain her purient curiosity. "What, Dr. Fristch? What was he into?"

"Lesbian bondage." The raised eyebrows of the former middle- aged professor let Amanda know just what he thought of this particular deviation. Almost theatrically so. The professor doth protesteth too much methinks, Amanda thought.

"Really?"

The scientist nodded. "Oh yes. Ben confided in me that the thing that nothing aroused him more than the sight of two lovelies in their pretties obeying his every order, even while he commanded them to...do things to each other. Really vile things." The older man sipped his wine, contemplating the unsaid acts.

Amanda was startled at this. "Ben brought this up? It doesn't sound like him. In fact I can't believe he would ever treat women that way."

Fritsch nodded gravely. "Oh, I was surprised too. But he kept painting the picture for me. Details, you know. Not that I asked for any of them. And then he disappeared shortly after."

"What kind of details?" Amanda pressed. As little as she wanted this peek into Ben's head, she had to know all.

Fristch looked over his half-rims. "Well, he said that he had a special yen for a mixed pair-- a dark-haired one and a blonde. He said that he would alternate which would be mistress and which would be slavegirl. Of course, he would be master of both. He mentioned an actress which he was most desirous of...or perhaps a model I think."

Amanda jumped on the detail. A clue perhaps. "Can you remember? It might be important."

Fristch rubbed his chin in thought. "Who is that pretty covergirl that is married to that actor...hmmm"

"Cindy Crawford? He had the hots for Cindy Crawford, right?"

He nodded. "That's it. A pretty thing, don't you think? Anyway, he thought she would make a marvelous plaything. He said he would do awful things to a girl like that if she didn't obey. Very anti-feminist, I must say."

"And the blonde? What look did he say he liked in the blonde?" This was so weird. Ben with two sex slaves?

"Kim Bassey or something."

"Bassinger?"

"Right. He said he wanted to collect a pair like that and he would train him, he said, with, oh goodness, he said whips and riding crops. Lurid stuff. I couldn't believe that my former protege would be so depraved. He specifically wanted a pair of sisters to act out this fantasy!"

There it was again, that almost cartoonish admonishment. "Well, I guess anyone is capable of it, even Ben. Lesbian bondage-- well I suppose he could have gone off the deep end." Her tone said otherwise though. "This wine is very good. But let's say Ben has this strange interest-- why would he confide in you with something so odd?"

Fristch smiled. "He had to. Before he left, he asked me to keep something for him."

Amanda's eyes lit up. "What? Did it have something to do with this?"

Fristch stood up. "Come. I'll show you."

Amanda rose unsteadily. "That wine of yours is potent stuff!"

Fristch took her upper arm, keeping her from falling. "Here, let me help." He led her over to a table, which bore a long object covered by a sheet. "This is what he left." Fristch dramatically pulled back the sheet.

Amanda looked down. It was Cindy Crawford! The long, leggy model looked up dully at her, her naked body perfectly still.

"Is she...dead?" Amanda gasped.

Fristch shook his head. "No. In fact she was never alive. But she will be soon. Do you think she's sweet? Look at those wonderful tits!"

Amanda looked at him, but he kept shifting, his outline fuzzy and blurring. Fristch was yelling at her now.

"I asked you a question! Do you find your new body sexy? Answer me!"

But Amanda never did answer the question. She opened her mouth to scream, then descended into a deep coma-like sleep.