Free The Experiment by Elliot Mabeuse Page A

devil going back to hell. Then the door closed and he was gone.
    Amy immediately dissolved into tears, heavy sobs that made her whole body shake.
    Zoe turned to her. “Amy. What is it? What’s wrong?”
    The girl turned her face to the side. “I’m sorry. I’m so ashamed.”
    “Don’t be silly. Why should you be ashamed?”
    Amy only shook her head, keeping her face down to hide the tears.
    “Don’t worry about it,” Zoe said. “It doesn’t mean anything, it was my fault. I just couldn’t stand seeing you like that.”
    Amy closed her eyes and tears rolled down her cheeks. “I’ve never…”
    “Don’t let it worry you, Amy, really. It’s no big deal. Women do that all the time. It’s him I worry about.”
    “The Doctor?”
    “Yes. How long have you been involved in his fun and games?”
    Amy sat up. “I’ve helped him before. But this is the first time I…I got so carried away. I’m not like this. I mean, with another girl.”
    Zoe took her panties from the pile of clothes and slipped them on.
    “Come on, Amy. Get dressed and let’s get out of here. I want to talk to you.”
    * * * * *
    They sat toward the back of a nondescript coffee shop down the block from the Doctor’s apartment, drinking coffee and talking like two conspirators.
    Out of her business attire and away from the Doctor’s penthouse, Amy turned out to be a lively and very lonely girl and once she stopped worrying about what they had done in the experiment room, Zoe liked her very much. She was surprised, though, at Amy’s naïveté, which she first took to be an attempt to avoid her questions. But as they talked, it became obvious that Amy was just very innocent and not very curious about the Doctor, as well as fiercely loyal. She would answer Zoe’s questions as best she could, but on some things she was sworn to secrecy. She was quite protective of his identity, for example, and refused to give Zoe his name.
    She’d been working for him for about four months, ever since she got out of college, through some tenuous family friend connection. The Doctor paid her a salary, paid for an apartment of her own in his building—a not inconsiderable expense—and was even paying her way through law school. All Amy had to do was help him with some correspondence and minor secretarial work—and with the experiment. She had no idea what the work was ultimately about, but she knew it was real. She’d seen binders full of data and spreadsheets on his computer as he worked on them. She’d never tried to read them—it was clearly not her business—but she knew they existed. The experiment was real. It was not a scam.
    With innocence and open candor she destroyed Zoe’s theories one by one. No, he was not deformed or scarred or hideously ugly. He was a perfectly normal human male of perhaps fifty—quite handsome really, distinguished, even dashing. He had what she took to be a normal social life for someone in his position, though he didn’t seem to have any special female friends. As far as she knew he wasn’t gay. The suggestion made her blush.
    As to how many other participants were in the study, Amy guessed about a dozen. She had known several to leave, though she was never told the reason, and had seen three new ones recruited, Zoe being the third. Amy scheduled the sessions at the Doctor’s request, greeted the participants and handed out the initial payments. What went on in the interview room after her initial interview, she couldn’t say.
    Amy had participated in three experiment sessions besides the one tonight. In the first, about two months ago, the Doctor had her undress completely, just as Zoe had done in her first session. In the second session she had masturbated in front of the Doctor, though she thought there might have been someone else in the room that she couldn’t see. And in the third she had taken off her clothes while a young man sat watching her and masturbating some distance away, similar to what Zoe had