me yet."
Damien said, "We won't wake you, baby. We're going to rock you all night long."
He looked a lot like Hunter, only a little younger. Same military 'do and coloring. Nice cleft chin. Cary Grant-ish. Her eyes dropped across his broad shoulders. She lightly touched his bare chest and ran her hands down his six pack, stopping just above his erection. Gazing over at Hunter, he too stood at attention. She looked back and forth, marveling at the comparison. Damien was longer and straighter with his vein throbbing on top. Hunter was an inch shy, but he made up for it in girth.
She'd had a ten incher before. It didn't fit her. These guys looked like they were seven and eight. She closed her legs as she sat up. "The ice cream is melting."
Damien fetched a banana split with a crisp biscotti garnish. He handed it to her and she dove in. Between bites she asked, "So tell me what you'd do when you'd watch those girls with the implants do lesi things to each other. You guys like watching that, don't you?"
Hunter said, "Yeah, of course. It's only natural."
Jessica pulled a long banana half out of the glass bowl and licked it from tip to tip. "Show me what you guys did."
* * *
Hunter's hopes plummeted. Great. Busted. Caught. Need to come up with a plausible way to get out of this. He looked over at Damien, who had retrieved the magnum of champagne and was propped up on pillows next to Jessica. He wouldn't meet Hunter's eyes.
"All right. So we didn't watch porn videos and jerk off."
Jessica giggled. "So you guys are just as vanilla as me. Touché."
Damien swallowed a big gulp and drizzled one drop onto Jessica's arm. He licked it and said, "So we're inexperienced in menageries. But you've got to admit, darling, we're pretty quick studies."
"So were you even in the Air Force at all?"
Damien replied, "Navy."
Hunter added, "Yes, we really did spend a tour of duty at the base of a glacier. We're physicians. Treated a lot of frostbite."
Jessica set the bowl of ice cream on a nightstand. Hunter took it out to the living room, put it on the cart, and detoured to the bathroom. He returned to find Damien taking Jessica's pulse.
"What are you doing?"
Jessica said, "Playing doctor. If you guys really are doctors , no sense in passing up a free check-up."
"I'm glad we've got that out in the open."
"Hunh?" Jessica giggled as Damien placed two fingers on the artery inside her thigh.
Hunter said, "We're researching weight loss."
"So you just happened to choke on pizza in front of a fat girl, to lure her into your boudoir to get an up close, inside out view of her fat?"
Damien snorted. "And what a pleasurable assignment. But no, darling, we're here for the Homeland Security First Responders conference. Serendipity brought you and Hunter together."
Jessica stood up and headed for the bathroom. When she closed the door, Hunter sat on the bed next to Damien.
Damien whispered, "She's a whole lotta woman. Much more than a mouthful, better than those saline girls. I can't wait to pump into her cleavage."
"The goal isn't for us to get off here. Focus on the control study. Her orgasms are key."
"Your cock's been just as rigid as mine, pal. You can't tell me it's all about the mission."
"Sure it is. Whatever it takes. So, I'm a man. But I can control myself, and you'd better, too."
* * *
Jessica reappeared, dressed and munching on a white chocolate macadamia nut cookie. "Thanks for the diversion, guys. I need to get back to the dorm before curfew."
Hunter said, "No. You don't want to do that, to go back to a bunch of painted ladies."
Damien offered, "Maybe she does. Maybe she might invite us."
Jessica held her finger up as she chewed and swallowed. "No men allowed in the dorms."
Hunter said, "So you're here to lose weight. You can't be enjoying that nasty fat laden diet and the sadistic boot camp. How about you go on our diet and exercise program, with a guarantee you'll lose more weight, tone up and be completely sated, in