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“Let's make sure we know all the facts about the pill,” you decide.

“So we're off to the mad scientist's lab, then?” Cassie asks.

“Deandra isn't a mad scientist,” you mutter.

Cassie arches an eyebrow. “I don't think it's a coincidence that this pill does this. I've seen stuff on her computer. Futa means something more than the nickname for the pill.”

You blink at that. The pill was called futa because it was easier than saying Phendexrohol-Uraciline Tamrixillin, the proper name for the active ingredient in it. “So futas are...?”

“Chicks who grow dicks,” Cassie says. “Like you.”

“Okay, maybe she is a mad scientist.”

You stand up and follow Cassie out of the cubicle. You hurry to the elevator. It's in the opposite direction as the restroom. You just hope that bitch Paris doesn't spot you. The last thing you need is to be lectured by her for failing to get coffee for herself and Ms. Kato. It's one thing to get your intimidating, Japanese boss coffee, but you do not want to kowtow to that strumpet who was just thrust ahead of you.

The futa pill does have an effect. It might be valuable.

The elevator, miraculously, opens the moment Cassie pressed the call button. You step in and hit the button for the 13th floor. It was a long way down from the 75th floor. Your company doesn't occupy the entire skyscraper, but they have offices on good two dozen of the floors.

As the doors slide close, you swallow. You're suddenly so aware of how close you're standing to Cassie. Your dick, tucked between your thighs, twitches. Your friend is so sexy in her outfit. Your cock is swelling again. Despite just cumming down her throat, you find yourself getting aroused again.

Your dick grows uncomfortable in your panties.

The elevator descends three floors. You start adjusting it, moving it around in your panties when it catches on the fabric. You frown, struggling to get it when the elevator slows. Your eyes widen as the door dings. You dive behind Cassie to hide the large bulge tenting the front of your skirt.

The doors swish open.

“Fuck,” you mutter as redhead steps into the elevator. You think she's called Miranda. She smiles at you as Cassie steps back to give her room, pressing her ass into your crotch.

Your friend freezes, clearly feeling your erection thrusting out before you. You groan at how nice your friend's ass feels rubbing against your cock. Her hips shifts as the elevator lurches down again. 

You groan as the tip of your dick drinks in the feel of your friend's ass, the warmth of her flesh bleeding through her clothing and yours. Your girl-cock twitches, aches. Your hips move almost on there on.

Cassie looks behind you, eyes wide as you dry-hump against her ass.

“Sorry,” you mutter.

“Futas,” she groans.

“What's that?” Miranda asks.

“Just this project we're working on,” Cassie says as it feels so good to rub your dick into her rump. The swell of her ass feels amazing. Your dick loves the satin caress, the pleasure shooting down to your hot snatch.

The elevator stops a good two dozen floors down. You don't care where. You're just glad that Miranda is stepping off, saying bye over her shoulder. Your dick is on fire, your pussy molten once again.

“Cassie!” you whimper as the elevator doors slide close. 

You have to fuck your friend. Your dick's so hard, and she feels good. As the elevator lurches down, you just want to rip up your skirt, tear down her pants, and plow into her. You can't think of anything else but her pussy wrapped about your cock. 

Just do it, you think. Just fuck her.

Maybe you should ask her, another voice whispers.

You're almost to the 13th floor, and you can just wait a little longer for Deandra to inspect it.

What do you do?

Do you fuck Cassie in the elevator hard? 

Do you tell Cassie you want to fuck her right now?  

Do you hold off fucking Cassie and continue going down to see Deandra?