Mark walked through the bustling halls of the university, his eyes scanning the crowds for his girlfriend, Candace. He felt a nervous energy coursing through him, the kind that always accompanied his search for her. Though Mark had seen her just yesterday, he couldn't help but feel they had been apart for weeks. His heart raced as he finally caught a glimpse of her in the distance.

She was walking with her head down, lost in thought, as she scrolled through something on her phone. Her long, brown hair cascaded over her shoulders, and her simple but elegant dress accentuated her slim figure. Mark felt a surge of pride as he watched her move with grace and poise, her natural beauty emanating from her every feature.

As he approached her, she looked up and flashed him a smile that made his heart race. They embraced, holding each other tightly as if they had been apart for years. Mark breathed in the sweet scent of her hair and felt his nerves calm. At that moment, there was nowhere else he'd rather be than wrapped in her arms.

"Hey, you," he whispered, pulling away just enough to look into her deep brown eyes. "How was your morning?"

"It was...okay," she replied, a hint of frustration in her voice. "I'm just dealing with Rob again," Candace seethed silently. “I swear, that man is such a pig.”

Mark's expression darkened at the mention of Rob, Candace's research partner. He had always been suspicious of the man's intentions, especially after hearing about his constant advances toward Candace. "What did he do this time?" he asked, his voice low and serious.

"He's trying to push our research in some strange direction just so he can get a publication out of it. And then earlier, he made some off-color remark about my dress." She shook her head, a hint of disgust on her face.

Mark furrowed his brow, concerned for Candace's well-being. "That's not right," he said. "Don't let him get to you," he said, his voice firm. "You're doing amazing work, and he's just trying to bring you down."

Candace smiled at him, the frustration melting away from her face. "Thanks, Mark. You always know just what to say."

Mark felt a rush of warmth fills him at her words. He knew that he and Candace had been together since they were kids, but it never ceased to amaze him how well they fit together. They were like two puzzle pieces that just clicked into place perfectly.

“Well, you could always talk to your advisor,” Mark said. “They might be able to help."

Candace nodded, grateful for Mark's support. "Thanks, babe. I just needed to vent."

Mark leaned over the table and kissed her lightly on the lips. "Anything for you, babe."

Candace blushed and looked around the crowded hallway, making sure nobody saw. "Not here, silly. We have to be careful."

Mark grinned mischievously. "Why? Afraid someone will catch us?"

Candace rolled her eyes but couldn't help the grin spreading across her face. "Maybe. But mostly because I have to get back to work."

Mark's grin turned into a pout. "Fine, fine. But I'm holding you to that make-out session later."

Candace giggled and stood up. "You better believe it." She put on her lab coat, straightening the sleeves.

Mark watched her with admiration. Candace was always so practical, wearing minimal makeup and comfortable clothes. As they walked back to their respective buildings, Mark couldn't help but steal glances at her slim figure and shining brunette hair. He loved her more than anything in the world.

Later that day, Candace sat at her station in the lab, trying to keep her eyes focused on her work while also feeling Rob's smarmy gaze.

She had always found him to be slimy, with his constant advances and innuendos, and had made it clear to him that she was not interested. However, despite her objections, she felt compelled to continue the partnership for the sake of their research. Their latest project involved studying the effects of pheromones on neurochemistry, with the goal of better understanding how these chemical signals could be used to improve social interactions.

"Hey, sweet cheeks," he said, leaning in close. "You're looking extra hot today."

Candace rolled her eyes and tried to push him away. "Cut it out, Rob. I'm not in the mood for your bullshit."

But he persisted, his hand sliding along her shoulder as he whispered in her ear. "Come on, don't be like that. We both know there's chemistry between us."

Candace gritted her teeth and forced herself to focus on her work. She knew Rob was trouble, but she also couldn't deny the progress they had been making with their latest experiment. The results were astounding – mice becoming extremely docile and suggestible with the introduction of their pheromones.

But as she gazed at the latest data in front of her, Candace couldn't believe its direction. It was a mistake. A glitch in the system. But as she studied it further, she realized it might actually be more.

She realized that the pheromones were precisely keyed to mammalian synaptic pathways, which meant they would also work on humans. Candace's stomach churned as she thought of the implications of such a discovery. She couldn't allow something like this to continue without oversight.

"Rob, I have ethical concerns about this," she said, turning to him. "We need to report these results to our supervisor."

Rob's eyes widened in surprise, and Candace could see the gears turning in his mind. "Uh, sure, Candace. Of course. We'll report it to the supervisor."

But she could see the lie in his eyes. Rob has been pushing this particular course of research for months, and she knew he wasn't about to let it slip through his fingers.

As Rob walked away, Candace took a deep breath and tried to shake off the feeling of unease that had settled in her chest.

As Rob walked away from Candace, his mind raced with a million thoughts. He knew Candace wasn't interested in the fame or fortune of making such a ground-breaking discovery. She was in it for the science—the rush of discovering something new and exciting. Rob, on the other hand, saw an opportunity to take it all for himself.

He needed to do something to stop Candace from reporting their findings. And then, he saw the batch of pheromones sitting on the desk. Knowing from the models that they were safe and making sure he was outside her view, he deftly dabbed some of the compound into his wrist and walked back towards Candace.

As he approached her, he could see the look of confusion on her face. She looked up at him as he placed a hand on her shoulder, and the scent of the pheromones filled her nostrils. He could see the look of confusion turning into something else. She seemed to be losing her train of thought, as he saw her eyes dilate.

“Look, Candace, there's probably a mistake somewhere. Let's not cause a panic. We can figure this out together," he said, hoping to ease her worries. "Maybe we should hold off on reporting it for now."

Candace seemed to be lost in a daze. She nodded her head in agreement, a small smile playing at the corners of her mouth.

“You're right, Rob. Let's take a closer look before we do anything drastic," she said, her voice low and agreeable.

Rob’s eyes widened in surprise as he realized the pheromones were working just as the models predicted.

"That's right, Candace," he replied. "I'm glad you see it my way."

As he continued to speak to her, he could see that she was becoming more and more suggestible. He told her that they should keep the results between the two of them, and that they could continue to work on the experiment without anyone else knowing. He could feel a rush of excitement as her body responding to his touch.

Rob leaned in closer, his lips brushing against her ear. "You trust me, don't you?" he whispered, his voice dripping with desire.

Candace nodded her head, her eyes closing in pleasure as she felt his lips on her skin. Rob smiled to himself, relishing the control he had on her mind.

Rob's hand remained on Candace's shoulder, and she felt herself getting more and more drawn to him. She found herself nodding along to his every word, to his suggestion that they could be the ones to make a breakthrough in their field. Nobody had to know what they were doing together in the lab.

"You know I'm right," he whispered, his breath hot against her ear. "We can do this, Candace. We can make a real difference. Just imagine how proud we'll feel when we publish our findings." He said, leaning into her mouth.

She couldn't help but smile at the thought, at the idea that they could be responsible for something so ground-breaking. And yet, as Rob began to lean in, to press his lips against hers, she couldn't help but feel a dull thought in the back of her mind. She was engaged to Mark. She had no business kissing another man, especially not one she worked with.

But as he deepened his kiss, as his hands began to roam over her body, she found herself giving in, moaning against his mouth as he picked her up and set her on the lab table. There was no stopping them now, no holding back. All she could do was push forward, to see where this newfound chemistry would take her.

And as they finally broke apart, panting and gasping for air, she couldn't help but feel a sense of exhilaration.

Candace's eyes widened as she felt Rob's hands trail down her shoulders and slide down the front of her dress. She instinctively pulled away, feeling a momentary panic take over her body. But then, she inhaled deeply, taking in the sweet scent of the pheromones that filled her nostrils. The alarm quickly dissipated, replaced by a growing desire that she couldn't resist.

Rob leaned in closer, his breath hot against her ear. "Don't fight it," he whispered, his hands roaming over her body. "You know you want this just as much as I do."

Candace's mind was foggy, and she couldn't think straight. The pheromones had taken hold of her, making her feel dizzy with desire. She didn't know what was happening to her, but all she knew was that she wanted Rob.

He pressed his lips to hers again, and she melted into his embrace. The kiss was rough and passionate, and she felt his hands continue to explore her body. She moaned into his mouth, unable to control the growing pleasure that was coursing through her.

Rob's hands slipped under her dress as he pulled her panties aside to reveal her dripping pussy. She was completely exposed now, and she felt a shiver of anticipation run through her body.

He pressed her back onto the bench, his body covering hers as he continued to kiss her. She could feel his hardness pressing against her dripping cunt. Instinctively, she spread her legs, allowing him to enter her.

The pleasure was intense, and she cried out as he pounded into her. She was entirely at his mercy, the pheromones making her unable to resist his advances. She felt him hit her sweet spot over and over again, and she came hard, her body shaking with pleasure.

As they lay there, spent, Candace couldn't believe what had just happened. She just had sex with Rob, a man who had been making unwelcome advances on her for months, and had just cheated on her fiancé Mark. Her thoughts were a jumbled mess as Rob slipped out of her pussy and roughly took her head in his hands, pressing her nose to his wrist.

The pheromones flooded her senses once again, overpowering her with desire. She found herself down to her knees before him, his glistening cock in front of her face. As she opened her mouth instinctively to suck him off, Rob's voice filled her ears.

"What happens in the lab stays in the lab, Candi. Nobody has to know what we're doing here."

Candace tried briefly to resist and pull away from him, but the pheromones had her under their spell. She was consumed with lust and desire, unable to think of anything else. She rolled her tongue across his cockhead, feeling his cock grow harder and harder in her mouth.

Rob moaned in pleasure, his fingers tangling in her hair as he thrust his hips forward. He was getting close, and Candace could feel his cock pulsing in her mouth.

With a final thrust, Rob came hard, his hot cum filling her mouth. Candace swallowed it eagerly, feeling a strange mix of pleasure and shame wash over her.

As she stood up, her head spinning from the pheromones and the overwhelming guilt of what she had just done, Rob smirked at her.

"See, babe? That wasn't so bad, was it? Just keep your mouth shut and nobody has to know."

Candace walked into the lab the next day, feeling uneasy and incredibly guilty. She couldn't believe what she had done with Rob. She tried to keep her distance from him, but he approached her with a smug look on his face. "Morning, Candi . Did you sleep well?" he asked with a smirk.

Candace's heart raced as she took in the sight of him.

"I don't want to talk about it," Candace muttered, avoiding his gaze.

Rob chuckled. "Oh, come on. We had some fun, didn't we?"

Candace felt a flush rise to her cheeks. "That wasn't fun, Rob. It was wrong. And it can never happen again."

Rob's face darkened. "What are you talking about? There's nothing wrong with what we did. We're just two consenting adults having a little fun."

Candace shook her head. "No, Rob. I have a boyfriend. He's my fiancé. I can't just cheat on him like that."

Rob rolled his eyes. "Oh, please. Mark doesn't need to know. What happens in the lab stays in the lab.” She tensed as Rob moved closer, his scent reaching her nostrils.

“You're too uptight, Candi. You need to learn to loosen up and have some fun."

Candace felt lightheaded as she breathed in his scent. Rob was right. She was always so serious, so responsible. She never let herself have any fun. Maybe she did need to loosen up a bit.

Rob came closer to her, his scent engulfing her. She felt a surge of desire as he leaned in and whispered in her ear, "Come on, Candi. Just one more time. It'll be our little secret."

Candace hesitated, but then more of the pheromones hit her bloodstream, clouding her thoughts and overwhelming her with desire. She felt her body responding to him, craving his touch. She couldn't resist.

She leaned in and pulled him into a deep kiss, feeling his hands roam over her body. As they made out, she pushed all thoughts of Mark out of her mind, giving in to the lust and passion she felt for Rob. She knew it was wrong, but she didn’t care at that moment.

They stumbled towards the door and fumbled with the lock. As soon as the door was secured, they tore each other's clothes off in a frenzy.

Rob could hardly believe how responsive Candace was to the pheromones. As he was leading their research in this direction, he had always suspected that the outcome would have an effect on the human brain, but he had never expected it to be this potent. As he entered her, he could feel her body responding to him in a way that he had never experienced before.

Candace moaned and writhed beneath him, her body practically begging for more. Rob revelled in the power he had over her, driving her to new heights of ecstasy with each thrust.

The two of them were lost in a haze of lust, their bodies moving in perfect sync as they gave in to their desires. The scent of the pheromones was all-encompassing, overwhelming Candace’ senses and driving her to new heights of pleasure.

Rob pulled out and spun Candace backward, her body leaning against the desk as he entered her from behind. She moaned with pleasure, feeling his hot breath on her neck. As he thrust into her, he couldn't help but feel a sense of power over her. This was the same Candace who used to act like she was better than him. But now, she was his private slut, completely under his control, her mind clouded with the pheromones.

"You're my private lab slut now, aren't you?" he whispered in her ear, his voice dripping with smug satisfaction.

Candace could hardly resist. The chemicals coursing through her body had obliterated any sense of reason or morality. All she could think about was the feeling of him inside her, the way he was taking her, using her for his own pleasure.

"Yes," she moaned. "I'm your lab slut. Do whatever you want to me."

Rob grinned, relishing in the control he had over her mind. He pounded into her, his hands gripping her hips tightly as he drove her towards another orgasm. She cried out, her body shaking with pleasure as she came undone beneath him.

When he was finished, he pulled out and stepped away, leaving Candace trembling on the desk. She looked up at him, dazed and disoriented. She couldn't believe what she had just done again, how she had let him take control of her like that.

But even as the guilt and shame started to wash over her, she couldn't help but feel a an overwhelming sense of arousal. Rob could see it in her eyes, the way she was still craving him even after what they had just done. He realized that her mind right now was his to mold as he wished.

"You're going to keep doing whatever I want, whenever I want," he told her. "Understand?"

Candace nodded, her eyes lowered.

“You have such a hot body, Candace. Why not show it off a little more from now on?" he said with a sly grin.

She nodded weakly. She was a lab slut after all, and sluts always wanted to show off their body.

Rob smirked down at Candace, and gently pushed down on her head. Candace knelt before him with her mouth half open, barely conscious of what she was doing.

"Prove to me that you're just my little lab slut," he said, stroking her hair.

Candace didn't need any further prompting. She took him in her mouth, her tongue swirling around the head as she sucked him deep into her throat. Rob moaned, his hand gripping her hair tighter as he pushed himself deeper.

He looked down at her, the new Candace. The one who had given into her desires and let him take control. He had never seen her like this before, so submissive and eager to please him.

"Good girl, Candi" he moaned, feeling her tongue working wonders on him. "You're such a good little slut for me."

Candace moaned around him, the vibrations sending shivers down Rob's spine. He could feel himself getting close and pulled her off him.

"Not yet," he said, pulling her up to her feet. "Move your ass, slut."

Candace's eyes were glazed with desire, and Rob knew that she would do anything he asked of her. He led her to the nearest table, bending her over again.

He positioned himself behind her once more, slipping inside of her with ease. Candace gasped at the sudden intrusion, but Rob didn't give her time to adjust. He began to move, thrusting hard and deep into her, reveling in the feeling of her tightness around him.

"Tell me what you are," he growled, grabbing her hips and pulling her back against him.

"I'm yours. I’m your little lab slut." Candace moaned, her head falling forward as she surrendered to him completely.

Rob pumped into her relentlessly, each thrust taking him closer and closer to the edge. As he finally reached his climax, he let out a primal roar, pulling Candace close as he spilled inside of her.

They collapsed onto the table, panting and sweating. Rob looked down at Candace, the new Candace, and knew that he had to be careful. He couldn't let his desires get the better of him, especially now that he knew just how powerful the pheromones were. But for now, he was content to bask in the afterglow, his mind already racing with possibilities for what he could do with his new toy.

The next day, Candace felt herself getting wet as she put on her tight skirt, revealing top, and high heels. She had never dressed like this before, but Rob had told her to show off her hot body for him. She felt a sense of pride in her appearance as she looked in the mirror, the makeup emphasizing her features.

As she walked into the lab, she saw Rob sitting at his desk, looking up as she approached. His eyes roamed over her body, and she felt a sense of excitement and nervousness. Rob beckoned her over, and Candace walked towards him, feeling his eyes on her every step.

"Good girl, Candi," he said as she stood in front of him. "I can see you're starting to embrace your true nature."

Candace felt herself blush at his words, but the feeling of desire and lust was too strong to ignore. She leaned down to kiss him, feeling his hands roam over her body, touching her in all the right places.

The next few weeks passed in a blur of lust and desire. Candace found herself becoming more and more submissive to Rob, dressing more provocatively and obeying his every command. She had never felt so horny, so desirable, so slutty.

Despite all this, Candace felt a sense of guilt and shame in the back of her mind. She knew what she was doing was wrong, cheating on Mark. But the pheromones, the lust, and the desire were too strong to ignore.

One day, as she walked into the lab, Candace was filled with worry. She saw Rob sitting at his desk. He looked up and smiled, beckoning her over.

"What's wrong, my little lab slut?" he said, noticing the look on her face.

"I can't keep doing this," Candace said, tears forming in her eyes. "I'm engaged, and I can't keep cheating on Mark like this."

Rob stood up and walked towards her, wrapping his arms around her.

"Shh, it's okay, Candi," he said, stroking her hair. "Remember, what happens in the lab stays in the lab. You're just fulfilling your true nature, and Mark doesn't need to know."

Candace felt herself relax in his embrace, feeling the pheromones filling her nose and the lust taking over her body once again. She looked up at Rob, feeling a sense of desire and need that she had never felt before.

"You're right," she said, a smile spreading across her face. "I am your little lab slut."

Rob smiled back at her, kissing her deeply as they began to explore each other's bodies once again.

As they fucked violently in the lab, Candace thought briefly about Mark and the life they had planned together. But in that moment, with Rob's cock in her pussy and his words in her ear, she didn't care. She was his little lab slut, and she was going to enjoy every moment of it.

Weeks later, Candi looked at herself in the reflection in the lab, adjusting her low-cut top and running her fingers through her long, tousled hair. Rob's words echoed in her head. "You're my good girl, Candi. You're a slut. A little lab slut. And that's all you'll ever be." She felt a surge of arousal at the thought.

She was wearing one of her now habitual outfits, which was more of a caricature of a sexy scientist than a serious researcher. Her lab coat was far too small for her figure, and unbuttoned to reveal a low-cut top that showcased her ample cleavage. The top was tight and clung to her waist, accentuating her slim figure. Her black skirt was also skintight, short, and form-fitting, barely covering her shapely thighs. She paired the outfit with high heels, making her already long legs look even longer. Her makeup was dark and seductive.

The overall look was more akin to that of a stripper costume than a real scientist.

Rob's voice brought her back to reality. "You look a bit tense, Candi. What’s on your mind?"

"I'm just...thinking about Mark," she replied, trying to push the thoughts of Rob's words and the overwhelming desire to be fucked out of her mind.

"Mark doesn't matter, Candi," Rob said, his voice low and seductive. "What matters is us. You and me. And what we do in this lab."

Candi felt a shiver run down her spine as Rob stepped closer to her, pressing his body against hers. His hand reached down to her thigh, stroking the smooth skin beneath her skirt.

"You don't care about Mark," he whispered, his lips brushing against her ear. "All you care about is getting fucked and looking pretty. And that's why you're here, isn't it? To be fucked by me. To be my little lab slut."

Candi moaned as Rob's fingers crept higher up her thigh, his words sending a jolt of electricity through her body. She knew he was right. She didn't care about Mark, not the way she cared about Rob. Or rather, about being fucked by Rob. Right now, all she craved his touch, his taste, his scent.

Rob leaned in to kiss her, his tongue probing her mouth as he pushed her against the wall. Candi’s mind went blank as she lost herself in the heat of the moment, in the feel of Rob's hard body against hers, in the taste of his mouth.

"You're my little lab slut, Candi," Rob growled as he pulled away from her. "And you'll always be mine. Say it."

Candi’s voice was barely a whisper as she responded. "I'm yours, Daddy. Your little lab slut."

Rob grinned triumphantly as he pulled her towards him again, lifting her up and pressing her against the wall. Candi gasped as he thrust into her, his cock filling her completely.

As he fucked her hard and fast, Candi couldn't help but think of how right Rob was. She didn't care about Mark. All she cared about was being Rob's, being his little lab slut. Candi could feel Rob's rough hands gripping her hips as he pounded into her. His pace was fast and brutal, and she felt herself getting lost in the sensation. The feeling of his cock stretching her out as he thrust inside her was overwhelming, and she couldn't help but let out a loud squeal of pleasure.

As Rob continued to fuck her, Candi felt her thoughts drifting away from Mark and who she used to be. All that mattered now was the raw, primal need she felt for Rob and the pleasure that he was giving her.

"Fuck, you're so tight," Rob grunted as he slammed into her.

Candi could feel her body responding to him, her pussy clenching around him with every thrust. She knew that this was what she wanted, what she needed. To be taken hard and fast, to forget about everything else and just enjoy the moment.

Rob's cock was what she craved, and he was giving it to her with abandon. She could feel herself getting close, the pleasure building to an almost unbearable level.

With one final thrust, Rob pushed her over the edge, and Candi screamed out in ecstasy. As she came, she could feel all of her inhibitions melting away, leaving only the lust and desire that had taken over her.

Rob continued to fuck her hard, not slowing down even as Candi’s orgasm subsided. It was as if he was trying to push her to the brink again, to make her forget everything she was and focus only on him.

And at that moment, it worked. All Candi could think about was the pleasure that Rob was giving her, the raw desire that was driving them both. Mark and who she used to be seemed like a distant memory, something that she didn't need to worry about anymore.

Mark waited outside Candace's lab, eager to see her again after weeks of her avoiding him. He missed her smile and her warmth, and he couldn't wait to hold her in his arms again. When she finally emerged from the building, he was taken aback by her new appearance. Her clothing was tight and revealing, her makeup heavy, and her hair styled in a way he'd never seen before. She looked like a completely different person.

"Candace?" he called out to her, his voice filled with confusion and concern. "What's going on? Why have you been avoiding me?"

Candi’s face fell, but only for a moment. She quickly composed herself and gave him a bright smile.

"Oh, hey Mark! I've just been really busy in the lab, that's all. Sorry if I've been distant," she said, her words casual and flippant.

Mark frowned. He didn't believe that was the whole truth. "Is everything okay at work? You seem... different."

Candi shrugged, playing with a strand of her hair. "I'm just trying new things, having fun," she said, her voice high and breathy.

Mark's heart sank. He didn't want to believe it, but he couldn't ignore the feeling that she was having an affair. The thought made him sick to his stomach.

"Candace, please tell me what's going on," he pleaded with her. "We have something special, don't we? You can talk to me."

Candi’s expression turned cold, and she crossed her arms over her chest. "Look, Mark, I don't have time for this. I'm just doing what I want, okay? I'm not a little girl anymore, and I don't need you to take care of me," she snapped.

Mark's heart shattered at her words. He didn't recognize this woman in front of him, and he didn't know how to reach her. As she walked away, he called out to her one last time.

"Candace, please. Don't do anything you'll regret. Remember who you are."

But she didn't turn back, and he was left alone, his mind racing with the possibilities of what could be happening to her. He didn't want to believe it, but he couldn't shake the feeling that he was losing her.

As she walked away, Candi smirked to herself as she thought about how easy it was to fool Mark. She knew he was a good guy, but he was just too naive to see what she was really doing. She didn't care about him or their relationship anymore. All she cared about was pleasing Rob, him fucking her, and doing whatever he wanted.

Candi’s heart was racing as she entered the lab, Rob already there waiting for her. She could feel her pussy pulsing in anticipation, knowing that she was about to be completely consumed by him once again. Rob looked up from his work, his eyes scanning her body and taking in every inch of her. He leaned back in his chair and asked her, "So, Candi, who was that guy you were talking to outside?"

Candi shrugged nonchalantly, "Oh, just Mark. He was asking about work."

Rob chuckled, "And does your little boyfriend know what you've been up to lately?"

Candi grinned wickedly, "What if he did?"

Rob stood up and walked over to her, towering over her smaller frame. "You're such a dirty little slut, aren't you?" he said, grabbing her by the waist and pulling her close.

Candi moaned in response, feeling his hard cock pressing against her stomach. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him in for a deep, passionate kiss. His tongue explored her mouth as she moaned into his lips, completely lost in the pleasure he was giving her.

Rob broke the kiss and looked down at her, his eyes filled with desire. "You're mine, aren't you, Candi?" he growled.

Candi nodded, "Yes, Daddy. I'm yours. All yours."

Rob smiled, grabbing her ass and lifting her up onto the nearby desk. He pushed her legs apart and knelt down between them, burying his face in her pussy. Candi gasped as his tongue darted inside of her, lapping up her juices eagerly. She threw her head back, moaning loudly as he brought her to the brink of orgasm.

He pulled away from her, standing up and undoing his pants. Candi eagerly reached for his cock, stroking it firmly as he stepped closer to her. She licked her lips in anticipation, ready to take him inside of her.

Rob grabbed her by the hair, pulling her head back as he slid into her. Candi cried out in pleasure, feeling him fill her up completely. He fucked her fast and hard, slamming into her with all the force he could muster. Candi squealed in pleasure, completely lost in the moment as she let him take control.

She could feel herself building towards orgasm again, her body trembling with pleasure. Rob could feel it too, his thrusts becoming more frenzied as he felt her tightening around him. He pounded into her relentlessly, pushing her over the edge and making her scream his name as she came.

Rob grunted as he felt her climax, feeling his own orgasm building. He thrust into her one final time before exploding inside of her, filling her with his hot seed. Candi collapsed onto the desk, panting heavily as he pulled out of her.

Rob grinned down at her, his eyes filled with satisfaction. "You're such a fucking slut" he said, pulling his pants back up.

Candi smiled up at him, already getting wet for him again. "Yes, I am," she replied. "And I love it."

A week later, Candi strutted into the lab with a new look, twirling a lock of platinum blonde hair between her fingers. She spotted Rob and headed straight towards him, a smirk playing at the corners of her mouth. "Hey, Daddy," she purred, pressing herself against him. "Miss me?"

Rob gave her a predatory grin, sliding a hand down her back. "Always. How was your little chat with Mark?"

Candi rolled her eyes. "Ugh, he's so annoying. Kept asking me what was going on and if I was seeing someone else. I told him I was and he didn't take it well. But who cares? I'm done with him now." She giggled, running her hands over Rob's chest. "I can't wait to be with you, Daddy."

Rob's eyes darkened, his hands gripping her hips tightly. "Good girl," he growled. "I knew you'd leave that loser eventually."

Candi shivered with anticipation, leaning in to kiss him hungrily. She could feel his hard-on pressing against her and moaned into his mouth. Suddenly, she pulled back with a wicked glint in her eye. "You know what? I think I wanna celebrate. Can we pleeease skip work today and go somewhere else? Somewhere where we can really have some fun?"

Rob's grin widened. "I like the way you think, baby. Let's go."

They grabbed their things and left the lab, Candi feeling giddy with excitement. She didn't care about anything anymore, not Mark, not her work, not even herself. All she wanted was Rob and the pleasure he gave her.

As they walked into the strip club, the loud music and dim lighting greeted them. Candi felt her heart racing with excitement and nervousness. She had never been to a strip club before, and it was all overwhelming.

They found a table near the stage, and Candi watched the dancers with interest. Rob ordered a drink for her, and she took a sip, feeling the alcohol warm her insides.

After a few drinks, Candi was feeling bold. "I could do that, Daddy" she said, nodding toward the stage. "I could dance better than that."

Rob grinned at her. "Prove it," he said, slipping a fifty-dollar bill into her hand.

Candi took a deep breath and made her way to the stage. The music changed, and she began to move, swaying her hips to the rhythm. She unbuttoned her skimpy top and let it slide off her shoulders, revealing a lacy black bra.

As she continued to dance, she felt a thrill coursing through her body. The attention of the audience, the money being thrown at her - it was all so exhilarating.

Candi lost herself in the music and the movement, shedding all inhibitions as she stripped off her clothes. Rob watched her in dark amusement, feeling himself grow hard as he watched her transformation from a driven scientist into a seductive stripper.

When she finished her dance, the audience erupted into applause. Candi collected the money that had been thrown at her and made her way back to the table, her heart pounding with excitement.

Rob was grinning at her. "You were amazing, Candi" he said, his eyes lingering on her body. "I think I could get used to you like this."

Candi felt a thrill of excitement at his words. She pleased him, and she knew that she would do anything to keep feeling this way.

She leaned in close to him, whispering in his ear, "You ain't seen nothing yet, Daddy."

Mark sat on the couch in his apartment, staring blankly at the wall. He had been trying to contact Candace for weeks, but she seemed to have vanished without a trace. His heart was heavy with worry and fear, wondering what had become of her.

He had tried calling her phone numerous times, but it always went straight to voicemail. He had even gone to her lab, hoping to catch her there, but she was never around. Mark felt like he was going crazy with the uncertainty.

Desperate for answers, he decided to go to the administration office at her university. When he arrived, he was immediately met with a receptionist who seemed to recognize him. "Is everything alright?" she asked, noting the worry etched on his face.

"I'm trying to find Candace," he replied, his voice laced with concern. "I can't seem to get in touch with her and I'm worried about her."

The receptionist looked at him sympathetically before revealing the news that rocked Mark's world. "I'm sorry to tell you this, but Candace tendered her resignation weeks ago," she said softly.

Mark's heart sank. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. Why would Candace resign without telling him? And where had she gone? The receptionist continued, "She didn't leave any forwarding information. We don't know where she went."

Mark's mind raced as he tried to piece together what might have happened. He knew he had to find her. He left the office and headed straight for Candace's apartment. When he arrived, he found it completely empty. It was as if she had never lived there.

Mark's thoughts immediately turned to Rob. He had always been suspicious of him, and now he had reason to believe that he might be responsible for Candace's disappearance.

Mark frantically searched for any sign of Rob but he too had disappeared. Mark couldn't believe that this was happening. He had lost Candace, the woman he loved, and now it seemed like he might never find her.

He slumped onto the curb, tears streaming down his face, as he wondered where she was and what had become of her.

Mark was alone in his dimly lit apartment weeks later, consumed by his thoughts of Candace. He was deeply depressed, thinking about her all the time, and he couldn't shake off the feeling that something was terribly wrong. He was so lost in his thoughts that he didn't even hear his phone beep. It was an email from Rob.

"Go to the Devil's Den by 11 p.m.," the email read.

Mark had heard about the notorious strip club. The Devil's Den was infamous in the area, and he had heard stories of the type of people who frequented the place. But he was desperate for any news about Candace. So he set out into the night and drove to the club, his heart racing.

As he entered the club, Mark was hit with a wave of loud music and flashing lights. The club was dimly lit, with only the stage area being well-lit. He saw Rob at the bar, talking to a scantily clad woman dancing nearby. Rob signaled for Mark to come over.

"Well, well, well. Look who finally decided to show up," Rob said, motioning for Mark to sit. "I've got something to show you."

"Rob, where is she?" Mark asked, his voice shaking.

Rob took a long sip of his drink and looked Mark up and down before speaking.

"Oh, you mean Candi?" Rob said, his voice dripping with malice. "She's around, man. But I'm afraid she's not quite the girl you remember."

"What have you done to her?" Where is she?" Mark demanded, his voice trembling with anger and fear.

Rob just smirked and took another sip of his drink, clearly enjoying the power he held over Mark.

"Let's just say she's a lot more fun now," Rob said, his tone growing more sinister. "You'll have to see for yourself," Rob said, standing up and motioning for Mark to follow him.

They walked through the club, the sounds of moans and music filling the air. Mark was nervous and his palms were sweaty, but he followed Rob to a door at the back of the club. Rob pushed it open and gestured for Mark to step inside.

As they entered, Mark was hit with the sight of a woman dancing on a pole in a platform in the center of the room. He squinted his eyes, and his heart sank when he saw who it was. It was Candace, but she was different.

She was wearing a skimpy outfit, gyrating to the music as the men cheered and tossed money at her. Her movements were sensual and practiced, revealing that she had honed her skills in her new profession.

Candace was now an all-over-tanned bronze, her once long brown hair replaced with a platinum blonde mess of waves that tumbled down her back. Her hair was teased wildly, and her face was heavily made up. The heavy eyeliner and deep red lipstick made her look like a completely different person. Her nipples and belly button were adorned with piercings, and a tramp stamp that read "Daddy's Lab Slut" was visible on her lower back, along with a floral design that accentuated the curves of her body as she twisted and contorted on the pole. She licked her lips wantonly, revealing a tongue piercing that glistened in the dim light of the strip club.

As she danced, Mark could see a steady stream of wetness from her pussy, and she seemed to be enjoying herself immensely. Mark couldn't believe his eyes as he watched her sway and dance wantonly on the pole in the dingy room. He felt a strange mixture of emotions- disgust, despair, and lust all tangled up together.

Rob stood beside him, watching her with a sadistic gleam in his eye. "Isn't she beautiful?" he said, his voice low and menacing. "All dolled up and ready to please."

Mark didn't respond, his eyes still fixed on Candi as she continued to dance.

Her high heels clicked on the stage as she moved, her body twisting and turning with practiced ease. This wasn't the Candace he knew, the intelligent and driven woman he had fallen in love with. Mark felt sick as he watched her, wondering what had happened to her.

Candi caught Mark's gaze and gave him a sultry look, teasing him with her sensual movements. But as she turned her eyes towards him, Mark realized that she didn't even recognize him. She seemed to look right past him, her mind consumed with the pleasures of the flesh.

He took a deep breath and stepped towards the stage, his heart pounding in his chest. "Candace," he called out, his voice cracking. "It's me, Mark. Don't you remember me?"

But she looked at him with vacant eyes as if she didn't recognize him.

"Hey there, cutie,” she said, her voice bubbly and high-pitched. She vapidly flipped her long, bleached blonde hair over her shoulder "The name's Candi. And if you wanna fuck me, it'll be fifty bucks."

Rob chuckled. "Looks like Candi's found a new job," he said. "She's one of this place's star performers now. She offers many extra services if you know what I mean."

He turned to Rob, his eyes blazing with fury. "You did this to her," he spat. "You corrupted her, made her into this...this thing. You're sick, you know that?"

Rob laughed, his eyes cold and calculating. "I didn't do anything she didn't want to do," he said. "She's a grown woman, Mark. She made her own choices. And if you can't handle that, I think it's time for you to leave.."

Mark was about to lunge at him when he was held back by two burly bouncers. "Let me go!" he shouted, as the two led him out.

A little while later, Rob leaned back in the couch of the dingy strip club, counting the wad of cash Candi had just handed him. She leaned against him, her slim body pressed against him as she twirled a strand of long, platinum blonde hair around her finger.

"Good job tonight, Candi," Rob said, his voice deep and husky. "You really know how to work that pole."

Candi giggled, her voice high-pitched and bubbly. "Thanks, Daddy," she said, fluttering her lashes at him. "I've been a good girl all night. I took a lot of guys in the back room. Made them all very happy, just like you asked me to." she said.

Rob's grin widened as he counted the bills she offered him. He didn't need the money since the pheromones ensured he could live however he wanted, but he still loved watching Candi debase herself and sell her body for cash. As he counted the money, his thoughts drifted to Candace, the intelligent and accomplished scientist, and the day in their lab that had started all of this. Her intelligence had taken a hit as of late since he started her on various hard drugs. He wondered how horrified she would have been if she knew what he had planned for her, how far he had taken her from her once-brilliant mind.

For a moment, Rob wondered whether Candace was still in there, screaming as he took advantage of her body and mind. Or whether it was just Candi now, looking up at him with adoration, with no idea what he had done to her, that she was now nothing more than a toy for his amusement.

"Do you think I was good tonight, Daddy?"

Rob couldn't help but chuckle at her childish use of the word. "You were perfect, baby," he said, tucking the money into his pocket. "You've been doing a great job for me." He pulled her in for a kiss, his hands roaming over her curvy body. She moaned as he squeezed her ass, her eyes closing in pleasure.

"You're going to make me very rich, Candi. And very happy," he whispered, his breath hot against her.

Candi nodded eagerly, her mind foggy with lust and irreversibly warped by the constant flood of chemicals she was exposed to.

Rob's eyes gleamed with satisfaction. He decided what she thought didn't matter. He had molded Candi into his perfect little toy, a brainless bimbo who would do anything he asked. She didn't care about anything but pleasing Rob, her next dance and next fuck. She was completely under his control, and he loved every minute of it.

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