Unholy Vocation

Dr. Denise Phillips, couldn't save Sherrie Gregory, her friend, lover and Donnie Gregory's wife from the disease that she spent her life fighting as a surgeon. She is also invested, part manager and part owner of Global Genetics, LLC. a company that specializes in genetic testing including paternity tests.

New partner, older lover, Dr. Travis Frack finds Dr. Phillips after a long surgery and is curious about the money Donnie Gregory has left for her involving two paternity tests. Her appetite to play god, favoring the people she loves, is almost as insatiable as her appetite for cock and pussy.

Dr. Frack is going to get her back story over a few drinks.

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After Surgery - 2024

Doctor Phillips rubbed her eyes, the surgery to remove a tumor from the young woman's lung successful, and if the tests come out as expected, she'll live a long life. Donnie Gregory was gone from the ICU waiting room, walking by on her way to her own office, going in and shutting the door.

She collapsed on her desk, head in her arms, immediately falling asleep, a routine her colleagues were familiar with after long surgeries. She dreamt of procedural things, saw Donnie's face, Maria's and when she woke up she saw Dr. Frack's face.

"He left you an envelop," His soft smile comforting to Denise, he handed her what Donnie dropped off, in her groggy state mustered a weak smile opening the small, white envelop.

It read: "I looked up your genetic's testing business and if Maria's test comes back in my favor, consider the money and investment and maybe I can take my dividends out 'in pleasure'. - Donnie"

Inside was a check for $70,000.

Denise showed Travis the check and he gave his on again, off again fuck/full time partner a thumbs up.

"Let's get a drink," Travis said. "Now that I'm fully invested I need to know the back story of this company AND your sexual connection to Donnie and Donnie's late wife.

"Deal!" she said eagerly, grabbing his hand with a burst of adrenaline, finally getting to tell her story.

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Seduction - 2001

Told from Denise's point of view

"Sherrie," the woman answered, shaking my hand after I introduced myself, 'Denise, Denise Phillips' and asked her to spot me on the squat rack. "...Sherrie Gregory if you trust me, I guess it's your funeral."

Her creamy dark skin drew me in, a blend of caucasian into hard black, the genetics both a hobby and budding profession of mine.

"I do a front squat, and can bail if I get into trouble,"

Looking into Sherrie's hazel eyes, long natural lashes, perfect eyebrows. Facial features, skin and tone made me think deliciously evil thoughts.

"I'm going to go at it until I fail and then you help me on that last rep, okay?"

"Got it!"

Her confidence infectious, smallish breasts bounced in her sports bra, no top covering, getting up from the weight bench. Her leggings showed off sculpted calves, an inch or more gap at her cunt line, the body of her thighs almost touching, delicious in shape.

"I've done the warm up, this is my first of three sets, I'll need your help finishing each one,"

I looked back and smiled, showing her my best features while we walked to the squat rack. We got into position by the bar, the mirror showing us both, a fine looking pair of women I thought to myself.

I had gotten my breasts augmented two years ago, a college graduation present. My tall frame, the "girls" pressed into my sports bra with a loose tank juxtaposed against the Sherrie's smaller, less endowed silhouette, we would make the perfect dike couple. Her dark hair, my classic blonde shoulder length up in a pony, fabulous cheekbones, my full succulent lips - I was having a great everything day.

Pulsing down and up five times fast, slowing for the next three, I hit a wall at nine and Sherrie stepped in helping me with my tenth rep. She slid in directly behind my body, supporting the bar with her upper arm, I felt her hips against mine, a spotting method I was not familiar with for a squat.

"You can do more than this one. Lower slowly and let's do three more."

"Let's" stirred my inner being, I became more powerful, following her lead, lowering, her breasts pressing into my shoulder blades, joining us, she was a little shorter, her forearms against the side of my breasts. I hammered out two with little help from her, the third I began to crash.

Expertly she slid under my hips with hers helping me complete my 13th rep, two more than I had ever done at that weight with assistance. I rose up, stepped forward and put the weight on the rack, I turned and she had followed my two steps and as right behind me.

"I was taught that technique a few years ago."

We took two minutes, I did my second set, her body joined to me again, another two minutes and I finished the third. She had pushed me way past my limits, I was appreciative and the feel of her body against mine, I was turned on.

"Thank you...I didn't know I had that in me, I'll be hurting tomorrow."

There was a brief pause before Sherrie moved in with intent, both hands on my face and kissed me deeply, mouth opening, tongue pushing inside. I was stunned, her lips on mine my pussy soaked with flowing juices. I'd always been the dominant in my relations with women, I melted into the power of her hands, joined in sweat, bodies pushing together.

She pulled back, her hand rose to my face.

"Follow me..."

We separated, both smiling and she led me to the workout room door just to our right. It was open and nothing was scheduled, her hand slipped into mine and pulled me off the platform towards the door. In an instant we were inside, the door closed and locked, the digital timer started counting down from 30 minutes.

My loose tank and sports bra were yanked up and over my head, Sherrie's aggressiveness burned in the hazel of her eyes, they widened seeing the pristine nipples, perfect areola, tiny point, her lips finding the right, hand on the body of my breast, mouth open, eyes up. moving back to my face for another kiss, her hands to my waist, yanking down on the joggers, eyes up, mouth smiling before going to the left breast repeating the path with her mouth.

"Ohhhhh..."

Sherrie's arms wrapped me, finding a middle point, lifting my legs I swung between hers while gently lowering to the matted floor, her hands finding the leggings around my thighs and pulling them off. My gift wet and open, plump flesh her mouth covered, my naked back on the mat.

"Ooooooo"

Tongue first, her face buried between my legs, my knees were up thighs pushing around her head, my back arched giving her mouth open access to my pussy. Sherrie's thirst unquenchable, her hands pulling my arse into her jaw, the pressure immense.

"God...ohhhhh"

Sherrie rose up, juices smeared all over her face, lips, climbing to me, kissing, sharing my flavor, hands on my breasts, pushing down into their firmness, pinching nipples, her hips kept coming. Her mouth broke away from me and soon her knees were around my head, her leggings conformed to her pussy, I looked up seeing her peel away her sports bra, sweet c-cup breasts pushed out, her dark lips wet with my juices.

Slowly, with strength, flexibility and grace Sherrie pulled at her leggings, her crotch in front of my face her pubic hair creeping out the top, they slipped lower. Raising one knee placing her foot on the floor, Sherrie pulled it to her ankle, moved her knee down, and did the same to the left. I could smell the treat that was coming, the bitter, dank aroma moving to my face, my mouth opening to greet her pussy.

"Mmmmmmm", Sherrie moaned.

My tongue pushed through the hairs and the first layer, finding a second, then the hood of her clit, the moisture of her workout adding flavor. She pivoted her hips upwards, my lips covered her taint and tongue found the outside of her tiny hole, hips roared back down, her pussy back. Sherrie reached down and pulled my hands up to her breasts, the nipples not as long, hard, buttons, my eyes wandered up to see her intently staring at me, grinding her hips and and down on my face.

"Hold on Love," she whipped her hair back, in an instant her right knee and leg shot up, torso rotated, her hands planted around my hips and feet landed around my head. I reached up to find her thighs while she lowered and we were in an immediate 69.

"OMmmgghhttt" I moaned into her pussy, our bodies locked in a nerve stimulating, sensory overload. I orgasmed into her mouth twice, she coated my mouth once, our bodies twisting and turning, getting to spot, exploring each other.

Strangers an hour ago, lovers now, the five minute warning buzzer started, meaning there was someone outside waiting to use the room.

"Shit!" Sherrie said, her head moving off my cunt hopping to her clothes, gathering and tossing mine, they landing on my naked body.

We dressed quickly. two minutes to spare, enough time to embrace and kiss deeply one more time, separating when we heard the 'times up' call and door opened.

Our faces were red and wet, some sweat on our brow, two middle-aged men walked in nodding.

"Good workout ladies?" the older, salt-n-pepper haired man said.

"The best," Sherrie said and grinned at me.

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Two Days Later - "Global Genetics and Lab"

"Denise!" Chris Janks caught me staring out of the 10th floor window of our tech lab, my graduate school job on my way to becoming a Physician's Assistant. Grad school was expensive, so I worked 30 hours a week performing genetic testing of all kinds, including parental designation tests between three blood draws.

"Sorry Chris," I said, the vision of Sherrie Gregory's breasts above me, the force and command of her hands on my body imprinted and recalled when I shut my eyes.

Sherrie left me, just stating flatly, "see you here again sometime..." It had been a week since I last worked out, life, school and work got in the way, so I decided today I would go in, my body almost demanding I she her.

No Sherrie - I talked to the owner, Cantrel Jackson, and he said she was generally there in the afternoon.

"I'll let her know you stopped by," he said with a wink.

I had no words. In my sexual lifetime I had never been dominated physically by a woman, the wink telling me she liked to kiss and tell. I was so smitten it made no difference if she told anyone, even the sexy owner, Cantrel's large body builder frame, big, brawny, and the bulge prominent was the type of man I pursued.

Big and beefy, or a man with power, real or applied.

"What has you so distant?" Chris, the opposite of everything I desired, asked. The slight, nerdy science guy who followed me around like a puppy charming enough but didn't have either criteria I looked for in satisfying me.

"Christopher, you know me too well," I said, giving him my to the point love life update. "I've fallen in love with a woman I've only been with once."

"Off the dick again?? Sigh..." Chris moaned, I've been his crush since undergraduate school at the University of Northern Iowa. We've played kissy-face a half-dozen times, he'd never been able to 'take' me, a threshold for a man to have me, pushing through my defenses, having the brawn or the balls.

"This one's, different, I think...I mean I don't know," I rambled, I imagined Sherrie's curves in my hands, the taste in my mouth, the mystery and unavailability intoxicating.

"Shit, I've rarely seen you like this...but hey I have news!" Chris said disappointed so he changed the subject. "The lab-tech company got bought out and we have new management."

"Yeah, I heard that. I hope it means more money, I could use it badly," My reality bubbling to the surface. "I don't know what I'm going to do 2nd semester this year, summer school and next year if I don't figure some financial shit out."

We got back to work and I finished my shift around 10 p.m., Chris left around nine, tired and hungry I double checked all the locks, before leaving out the front door. Our little tech company made a splash gene mapping working on the Human Genome Project (HGP), there was valuable information in the tests we were compiling.

I headed to my car, close by my little Corolla I saw a blue Corvette with a familiar woman's shape laying suductively on it's hood. She slipped down, floating off of the classic 80s roadster and strutted over towards me, her smile wide, her eyes wicked and focused.

"Hello Beautiful..." she said before taking my face in her hands, kissing me deeply, her leg splitting mine. "Hop in and let's go to your place."

"Yessss..." I breathed, eyes still closed. "I've missed you..."

"Shhhh, no talking," Sherrie said, her hand slipping into mine and leading me to our chariot, opening the side door for me. "Address?"

"Ummm, 204 Birch Lane," I stammered, she typed into a system that called up the address.

"It's a Global Positioning System, pretty handy."

She got handsy slipping hers into my lap and up over my lab coat. Sherrie looked me up and down, I was slightly embarrassed by my harried work all day look, unkept make-up. I was heading home to study for two hours before sleep and class the next morning, not a romp with a sexy workout mate. We got moving, SADE was playing on the CD in console, her sultry voice fitting setting the mood.

Sherrie stared straight ahead, her confident persona radiating, her hand moved over to my knee and pinched it slightly, making my stomach hop and jump, wanting this woman with every piece of me, her presence invading my soul.

"Cantrel was nice enough to tell me where you worked," she said giving me a glance, her smile showed she enjoyed her control, leaving me dreaming of her for two days. I noticed her skirt was hiked up showing skin, reveling she had no panties on, her blouse and breasts loosely together in a bunched, ruffled way, her dark hair, dark skin, rich lips and perfume emitting sex.

We pulled into my drive. "Is this it?"

"I'm a college student..." my reaction to the tone of her question defensive, the small 700 sq. ft. house my Dad bought me instead of paying rent. She had pulled into the driveway, paused and looked deep into my eyes a slight disappointment showed.

"Shhh...A simple nod would do," Sherrie said, taking total command of me in that moment, moving forward, now and forever. "Let's go in."

I had read romance novels and understood the dominant role. Not in the leather, chains, whips and hand cuffs type of dominance, though I had read a couple of those types, BDSM I believe is their genre. There wasn't a moment I believed that what this was going to turn into, it felt deeper, implied dominance that told me I wasn't going to do anything with, or to this woman I wouldn't be given permission first to do.

Nervously I fumbled with my keys, unlocked the door, stepped in and turned wanting her lips on mine, her hands on my flesh. She strutted in wearing high heels, her legs in amazing shape, she turned showing her pantiless ass against a short skirt, both cheeks perfection.

She gave herself a tour of my house, gliding through my space, looking at the tiny kitchen and eating area, my bed room, peaked into the basement, office and bathroom.

"Very nice, you keep things clean, I like that," Sherrie said, not asking me to respond so I kept quiet, her eyes back on me, looking me up and down. "Go in and shower, and come out dry and naked."

I nodded, my eyes went down to the floor trying to show respect, walking past her, seeing her head pivot and watch me. I never understood what 'leading on a dance floor' meant, I was being lead mentally, not physically.

I couldn't disobey her, I couldn't disappoint her, I barely knew her.

I regained some composure, going through my normal showering routine, not rushing, getting out and drying myself off. I was tempted to add some perfume, something light yet musky, but I was not given instructions to do anything but shower. I put my hair up into the towel to dry and walked down the hall into the living room.

"Mmmmmm," she purred, standing naked except for the heels, her dark bush blending into her dark skin, my inner self warmed and my pussy juices stirred. She had found my stereo components playing contemporary jazz through the speakers on the floor, the room smelled of her body spray. "Come dance with me."

Her hands slipped to the small of my back, my arms went around her neck, our naked bodies touching, warmth against warmth, I closed my eyes and leant into her, my head resting below her chin. She kissed my neck, the other hand went to my breast, feeling it from the side. I noticed a small c-section scar concluding she was a mother.

"I have chosen you, Denise," she whispered into my ear. "We share a spirit, I felt our connection the minutes you pushed against me."

I wanted to say 'yes' and respond to her, telling me exactly what I was feeling for two days, while we were separated, I felt her presence every minute, everywhere. I turned my face to her and looked up into her hazel eyes, long lashes, full lips. She was reveling in denying me a kiss, just looking down at her new partner.

I was a raw being for her to shape.

"I'm married and he knows," she said abruptly expecting no response. "He knows that I do, but not always who I do with, or when I'm doing."

She paused, my expression didn't change, our connection was strong, she smiled in approval. Leaning in, she kissed me softly, abruptly pulled back and without changing her expression, she collared my heart and soul in that moment.

"We will journey this path together, a path I have charted and soon you understand, trusting I have your best interests in everything we do Denise," Her hand moved down across my stomach, a finger inserting into my slit, rubbing my clit. "Do you believe that?"

"Yes...Sherrie," I moaned, my eyes closing as the second one inserted, she guiding me to the floor with her fingers moving inside of me.

"ohhhhh."

Kneeling between my legs, hand pushing fingers in and out, she kicked off her heels and our bodies joined on my living room floor. We 69ed first, then spun around, grinding our pussies against each others, kissed long and hard, probed with our hands and tongues. Two hours and four orgasms later, she pulled me into her arms.

"I've written down my information and when I need you this week," she said. "If you truly have a conflict, I've given you other times I can be available, so let me know if the schedule I've created needs adjusted. Do you understand?"

"Yes Sherrie."

"My rules are simple - Don't ask. Be yourself around others. Do not disappoint." she said, her hand on my breast, rolling and playing with the nipple. "Understand?"

"Yes Sherrie."

"Good," she said, got up, got dressed, kissed me again before moving towards the door.

"You'll not regret one minute of our time together."

"Yes Sherrie..."

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New Oversight

Geoff Turrin stood 6'3" tall, grey mixed throughout his black hair, the age of 55 looked good on the former European basketball star.

He was installed as regional manager of the Global Genetics Midwest Laboratories and came out to inspect the work we were doing near the University of Iowa, in Iowa City.

"Good to meet you Denise," his large hand engulfing mine, deep eyes looking down upon me. "Your numbers indicate your error rate is unmatched for accuracy."

"Thank you, Sir...Geoff, the company is doing important work..."