Isosceles Triangle by Summer Alan
Isosceles Triangle By Summer Alan
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Isosceles Triangle by Summer Alan This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental. Isosceles Triangle Copyright© 2007 Summer Alan ISBN: 978‐1‐60088‐144‐2 Cover Artist: Sable Grey Editor: Tracy Seybold All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced electronically or in print without written permission, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in reviews. Cobblestone Press, LLC www.cobblestone‐press.com
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Dedication For effing Deanna Lee and Anisa Damien, without whom the story would have disappeared for parts unknown.
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Chapter One “Are you ready for this?” Dr. David Isosceles McAllister asked. Chelsea Dawson sighed. Time to put on her ‘professional face.’ As Dr. David led her over to the large steel table in the center of his lab, she sighed again. He wouldn’t notice her facial expression anyway. When he did look at her, he saw another piece of equipment, there for the sole purpose of completing his work. “Yes, Dr. McAllister. I’m ready.” Was she ready? Dr. David had no idea how ready. Unfortunately, what she was ready for and what he prepared to unveil were not even in the same laboratory. “I’ve done it this time,” Dr. McAllister said, his voice the most excited she’d ever heard it. “Someday you’ll say you knew me when I was just an unknown scientist, slaving away in a clone lab, dreaming the impossible dream.” “I can say that now.” How many times had she listened to his hopes and dreams of success? He’d never talked about any of his dreams beyond science. No hopes of love, marriage…sex. Nope, Dr. David McAllister wanted one thing—he wanted to create a cyborg—metal exoskeleton surrounded by living tissue. His work on the cyborg had begun ten years ago, and she’d seen the prototypes and this unveiling ceremony more times than she cared to count in the five years since she’d joined him. She’d become his assistant when he found he needed someone to keep up with his notes, organize things, and cook him meals so he could dedicate himself to the work.
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Isosceles Triangle by Summer Alan And now, here she stood at another unveiling. Only this time, she didn’t know if she would make it through his inevitable depression when it didn’t work. Another failure would signal the bitter end to her patience. If things didn’t change pretty soon, she was gone. She’d lusted after him since the first day they’d met. He’d offered her the job, and she’d enthusiastically said yes, hoping that somewhere along the line she would break him out of this laboratory and into her bed. Nothing like that had ever happened; he was a man of formulas and calculations; she wondered if he’d even noticed that she was a woman. Maybe I don’t have what it takes to get a man. She’d thrown herself at him so many times, come onto him at every opportunity, and yet, here she stood, overlooked and untouched, watching as he prepared to pull another pristine white sheet off another cyborg body. “Now,” he said, stepping close to the table and taking hold of the sheet, “Stand right there so you can see. Cyborg #A3423 is different than any of the others I’ve created. This is my masterpiece.” With a flourish, he ripped the sheet away. On the table lay a man. Not just any man—an exact duplicate of the doctor himself. Chelsea gasped before she could stop herself. It was him. Same sandy brown hair, same hazel green eyes, same tall, athletic build. Only this doctor was naked and staring straight up at the ceiling. “I finally discovered the missing element. It was so simple, really…” He droned on about his research, discoveries, mistakes and corrections, but Chelsea heard none of it. The thing lying on the table mesmerized her. “It’s not moving,” she said. “Not an ‘it,’ my dear,” Dr. McAllister said. “He. He breathes, he eats, and he shits. He will function exactly as a human being. So I named him after the first human being. His name is Adam.” And with that, David clicked a small, black plastic device in his hand. Adam blinked, and Chelsea nearly jumped out of her skin. None of the other cyborgs had done more than smoke, crackle and fizzle out under
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Isosceles Triangle by Summer Alan the spray of a well‐aimed fire extinguisher. Adam turned toward her and smiled. She’d never seen David smile in all the time she’d worked for him. The skin around his eyes crinkled with a friendly grin, and the intensity of his seductive gaze intoxicated her. Adam lifted his hand and touched her face. “Wow,” she whispered. “Exactly,” Dr. McAllister said. “Adam, sit up and talk to my nice assistant.” She wanted to frown at the ‘nice assistant’ comment. What was she, a dog? His nice little pet? But watching Adam rise and step down from the table kept her face frozen in shock. Adam stood directly in front of her, completely naked, and sporting the largest erection she’d ever seen. “Hello.” The voice was David’s, but she’d never heard Dr. McAllister’s voice sound like that before. The velvety smoothness of the one simple word made her think of coffee liqueur—warm, rich, potent. As the cyborg took her other hand in his and gently squeezed them both, she knew that this experiment wasn’t another failure after all—David had actually done it this time. She tried to glance again at the cyborg’s erection without David noticing. If this was truly an exact replica of Dr. McAllister…well, maybe she should reconsider leaving and give the good doctor another chance. But the doctor wasn’t paying any attention to her; he was busy double‐ checking papers and jotting down notes out of the corner of her eye. “You have a beautiful face,” Adam said, slowly running the back of his hand across her cheek. “Porcelain.” “Yippee!” Dr. McAllister shouted, and began jumping around the room. “I did it! I really did it! Those idiots at the Science Journal are going to shit themselves when they see this! I’m going to go call them!” He turned, mumbling something about press kits and television interviews as he closed the door to the laboratory behind him. Chelsea looked back at the cyborg. “Well, welcome to life, Adam…such as it is.”
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Isosceles Triangle by Summer Alan * * * * * David whooped and hollered all the way down the hall toward his kitchen. He couldn’t believe it. After so many years, so many failures…all he’d finally needed to do to resolve the ego issue in the cyborg was give it a sex drive! And it worked! He’d used his own ego—the programming and hydro‐particle cyclonic filtration of his own sex drive—and the thing got up! It talked! He shook his head, barely containing his glee. “You’re a fucking genius,” he told himself as he ripped the phone receiver off the wall and punched in the number he’d memorized long ago to the Science Institute. Numbers were his forte, and now—so was creating living machines! “Science Institute,” a woman answered. “I need to speak to Ned,” David said. “Tell him it’s Dr. McAllister.” “One moment.” David could have sworn the woman let out an exasperated sigh before the Musak began to play in his ear. Bitch. So what if he’d gotten thrown out of that stinking place ten years ago? You can’t tell me I didn’t do it this time, you unbelieving assholes. “David, I’m a little busy right now.” Ned’s voice mirrored the woman’s exasperated tone. David had half a mind to hang up on him and call the New England Journal of Medicine instead. And he would, but he had a score to settle first. “I did it, Ned.” “Did what?” Ned asked, not sounding the slightest bit interested. “I created a living cyborg. It’s down in my lab right now, talking to my assistant.” * * * * * The cyborg continued to stare, and Chelsea’s face grew warm. How many times had she wanted Dr. McAllister to look at her like this? And now, he was…sort of.
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Isosceles Triangle by Summer Alan Somewhere in the back of her mind, she knew that this machine, this product of a manufacturing and chemical process was not David. Still, except for the sexy smile on his face and the sparkle in his eyes as he gazed at her body, he looked exactly like him. “I want to touch you.” The cyborg’s voice was low and deep as he stepped closer and laid his hand on her breast. “Like this.” “Uh.” Chelsea placed her hand on his and tried to move it away. The cyborg squeezed her breast gently, then flicked his thumb across her nipple, sending a shiver of delight through her body she hadn’t experienced in five years. Well, at least not one caused by someone else. “You can’t do that,” she said, reminding herself that this was just a machine. She had no reason to be embarrassed in front of it. She doubted that Dr. McAllister had spent a great deal of time with the ‘social norms’ section of this cyborg’s training. He’d obviously skipped over the entire section on proxemics at any rate. The thing didn’t know what it was doing. She wondered, in fact, what it was doing. The cyborg covered her other breast and began to alternately flick his thumbs across one nipple then the other. Her body grew even warmer in the cool laboratory. “Say your name for me,” he said. “Chelsea.” She managed to get her name out, although her voice sounded more breathless than she would have liked. She was suddenly glad they were completely alone in this room. Dr. McAllister had installed no cameras in here, and he was upstairs somewhere proclaiming his perspicacity to the world, proving that he wasn’t the quack everyone thought he was. Thank God, because she would hate for him to know that his machine had felt her up. And she’d let it. “Chelsea,” he said. “Say my name.” Chelsea cleared her throat and tried to ignore the fact that the machine playing with her nipples was turning her on. “Cyborg Model number A34…”
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Isosceles Triangle by Summer Alan “No.” He squeezed her nipples harder and pressed her breasts close together. “Adam. Say ‘Adam’.” “Adam,” she said, melting under the caress of his hands. He took one of her hands in his and moved it slowly down his body to his erection. “Touch me, Chelsea. Say my name and touch me.” He pressed her hand over his thick, hard cock, and Chelsea sucked in her breath. “Adam, you don’t understand, but this...” “You want me.” He pulled her body against his, lowered his mouth to hers and kissed her. “And I want you.” Tangling his fingers in her hair, he held her face to his. He licked her lips then pressed his tongue into her mouth. She knew she ought to resist, but what the hell? This was better than her vibrator, and basically the same thing if you came right down to it. Although Adam was considerably more gorgeous than her vibrator. And this time she didn’t have to imagine being in David’s arms; she needed only to open her eyes. He nibbled her lips and swiped his tongue inside her mouth, his sweet, warm breath sending a hot shudder through her whole body. His perfectly‐proportioned form, warm and hard against her body brought her to a state of arousal she hadn’t experienced in a very long time. He lowered her to the floor slowly and sat down, pulling her with him until she straddled his lap. Her short skirt rode up her hips and revealed a glimpse of her underwear. His cock stood poised, erect and long between them. He pressed both of her hands around its girth then squeezed them, forcing her to grasp what should have been the most private area of a soon‐to‐be very public invention. He was hard—no two ways about it. David said that Adam was like any human being; she wondered if the penis actually functioned like a normal male’s. She told herself she was taking a scientific interest in the specimen as she squeezed his erection between her palms. I mean really…why would a cyborg need a functioning penis?
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Isosceles Triangle by Summer Alan Had Dr. McAllister created him with this erection? And if so, why? Dr. McAllister hadn’t ever even had an erection as far as Chelsea could tell. Adam moved his hands up over her breasts again up to the nape of her neck. He pushed the white lab coat off her shoulders and down her arms then clasped the bottom of her blouse and began to pull it up. “Adam,” she said, pressing her hands down on his to still them. “I want you,” he said simply. “I must make love to you. Let me tell you why while I undress you.” Chelsea’s body thrummed, but a sliver of guilt remained. This machine was going to fuck her if she didn’t stop it. Now, wait a second… When was the last time she’d had sex with anything other than machinery? So long she couldn’t remember. She’d had no luck convincing Dr. McAllister that she was a woman—a desirable woman—and a willing woman at that. He’d never given her a second glance. And now, here he was, sort of, finally doing what she’d longed for him to do for five years. She smiled at the cyborg and nodded. “Okay, tell me why you have to make love to me.” He smiled back and lifted her blouse over her head while his other hand dropped between her legs. She found herself anticipating the sound of his voice again. Its voice, she told herself. No matter how much she wanted it to be, this gorgeous thing was not David. He moved the edge of her panties to the side and traced his finger slowly down the length of her pussy. She resisted the urge to moan as he burned a trail with his fingertip. He brought his finger to his mouth and sucked on it, then kissed her. “I must make love to you because I could smell your sweetness from the moment Dr. McAllister initiated me, and I want to drink in every bit of your flesh because you are beautiful, desirable, and right now…you are mine.” Chelsea wanted to laugh at the thought of belonging to a machine, but at the moment, she was just too turned on. She loved the way his voice sounded when he said ‘desirable’, ‘taste’, ‘sweetness.’ Hearing the words
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Isosceles Triangle by Summer Alan she’d longed to hear David say—you are mine—changed something inside her. In that moment, he became David. He returned his finger to her pussy and she closed her eyes, reveling in the sensations this machine’s hands had been programmed to create. He slid her skirt up to her waist, pushed the edge of her panties to the side and slowly raised her to his lap. Before she realized his intentions, he began to lower her onto that stiff pole between his legs. Her head fell backward as the shaft of his cock slowly entered her body. He held her above him without the slightest sign of physical effort. She opened her eyes and looked at him again, those eyes, that smile, as he moved her down further and further until his cock filled her pussy and her ass rested on his thighs. When her pussy was stretched to the limit with the enormity of his penis, he took both her breasts in his hands and dipped his head, suckling one nipple and pinching the other between his thumb and fingers. A low, thrumming moan of pleasure built inside her throat and as she released it with a quick breath both of his hands returned to her breasts. He kissed her throat, nibbling the soft flesh below her ear, sending wild electric currents to her full and swelling pussy. He placed his hands under her armpits and lifted her easily a few inches above his body, then filled her again. He did this over and over, until the heat of it, and the simple indulgent smile on his face created a slow but increasingly scorching blaze of desire inside her. He increased his pace, and she didn’t want him to stop. She locked her ankles around his back, and placed her hands on his shoulders for leverage. Not that she needed any. He supported her full body weight in his hands and maneuvered her precisely, unrelentingly driving her toward the abyss of pleasure her body sought. In that moment, she released herself from guilt; she wanted to fall into that abyss. She wanted David McAllister, and this was David. “I love to fuck you,” he said, increasing the tempo even more. “I see you want me. Don’t you think I see it? What will make you come? How about this?”
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Isosceles Triangle by Summer Alan As the words came out of his mouth, he rose from the floor and carried her with him as he moved to the closest wall. He pressed her back against the white drywall as he pumped that hard machine cock into her deep and fast. Just a moment from orgasm, she bit down hard on his shoulder to stop her scream from echoing throughout the laboratory. He didn’t flinch in the slightest as he continued pumping into her. The orgasm rocked her entire body. She clung to him as he continued pounding into her until she’d completely collapsed against him. When the waves of her orgasm relented, he made the most wonderful groaning sound in his throat, and his juice flooded warmly inside her, dripping down her legs, like a rush of thick, hot syrup. “I may have overdone it on the semen,” Dr. McAllister said. His voice startled her as she sat astride Adam’s semi‐hard penis. She tried to right herself, but it appeared Adam had no intention of letting her go. She wanted to bury her head in shame at being caught having sex with a machine, but forced herself to meet Dr. McAllister’s gaze. Complete concentration and satisfaction filled his eyes. “Otherwise, I think he’s in perfect working order. Wait until the press arrives. Nobody is going to believe this!”
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Chapter Two Dr. David McAllister turned and walked out of the laboratory, yanking the door closed behind him. He shook his head and tried to rid himself of the image burned into his brain—his cyborg copulating with his assistant. He’d been so surprised when he’d walked through the door, he’d found himself unable to speak. He just stood there—frozen—from the first kiss to the final sigh, watching the two of them completely lost in each other. Ignorant of his presence, the two of them, the woman and the machine, moved like laboratory rabbits. And what had he done? Stood there and watched. He felt foolish and more than a little embarrassed. He’d never considered himself a voyeur, but the two of them had fascinated him beyond his ability to speak, to stop it, or to give them privacy. Watching his cyborg fuck his assistant’s naked body had excited him. He’d experienced a stirring in his groin with each caress, each kiss, and by the time Adam pressed her to the wall and pounded his cock inside her pussy, he’d been forced to press his hand against the front of his pants and squeeze his balls to try to relieve the pressure. Cock, pussy…what in the hell was happening to him? Of course he knew the words, but he never used them. Why had his vocabulary reverted to the most guttural of vernacular? He wanted to shout or throw something or break something… This situation exemplified his commitment to celibacy. One look at two people copulating, and he’d completely lost his focus!
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Isosceles Triangle by Summer Alan He cleared his throat and forced the vision of them from his mind. What had gone wrong? He hadn’t programmed the machine to do that. He’d provided the mechanism with all bodily functions appropriate to the male of the human species as well as basic intellectual function. But just because the cyborg was capable of a behavior did not explain the complete focus and quickness he’d just seen in executing that behavior. The machine hadn’t been turned on for more than five minutes when David left the room. When he’d returned, it had really been “turned on.” That was ridiculous. It was a machine…it didn’t get ‘turned on.’ Was it the cyclonic filtration process or the intellectual programming? What drove the cyborg straight up from the table and into—inside— his assistant’s body? Had his assistant given a direct command resulting in the machine’s speed and adeptness? David had manufactured the cyborg; why hadn’t he seen this potential result? He grunted. Dammit. He’d wanted an operational cyborg, not a Viagra commercial spokesperson. He strode down the hallway to his kitchen, grabbed one of the barstools and dropped onto it, trying to slow his breathing. He was not violent by nature, but he wanted to hit something. The image of Chelsea half‐dressed and suspended in mid‐air on the cyborg’s cock wrenched something inside his gut. He wasn’t angry; quite the contrary. His blood pulsed through his veins and settled in his aching groin. The scene he’d played out so many times in his private fantasies happened exactly as he’d imagined it, right down to her squelching her own scream as she came. He’d viewed something he’d never allowed time for, something that would distract him from his work. And what about Chelsea, his faithful assistant? What in the hell did she think she was doing? When he first entered the room he’d feared he’d manufactured a rapist as he watched his mechanical cyborg twin’s hands clutch her ass and breasts. But he’d quickly discovered that this was far from the case. Chelsea had not only been a willing participant, she’d obviously had quite an orgasm.
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Isosceles Triangle by Summer Alan He was not widely experienced in the area of sexual relationships between men and women. A man of science, he’d devoted his time and effort solely into developing his intellect. But he knew passion when he saw it, knew what good sex looked like when it happened. He’d certainly seen pornography in his time, but this was something else entirely. This was two creatures finding sexual fulfillment with each other. The fact that one of the creatures was a machine didn’t change that fact. It did, however, infuriate him. And not because they’d done it, or because he’d seen it. He examined his anger with the thoroughness of the scientist he was. It infuriated him because he’d only watched it. He realized with a sudden jolt that he’d wanted to participate. He slammed his palm down onto the countertop once more and shook his head to eliminate the traitorous thought. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of the bottle of bourbon on the shelf above him. Grabbing it, he unscrewed the top and took a long drink. This was not the first time his assistant’s body had driven him to leave the room and take a bracing shot of liquor. But he’d never been this angry before. And she’d never been naked from the waist up either. He wasn’t blind—she was a beautiful woman. Her breasts were ample and firm, her ass generous and oh so touchable. Judging by the spectacle he’d been unable to look away from, she was just as sexy as he’d always suspected. And she found him attractive, too, or at least she found his body attractive as evidenced by her throes of passion with his semblance. Either that, or she just liked fucking machinery, he thought miserably. He’d heard the sounds of her personal machinery late at night, but he’d always forced himself to ignore it. Whatever she did in the privacy of her room was her business, first of all. And secondly, it had nothing to do with him. He’d locked himself in his room every night, forced himself to lie down, put his fingers in his ears and ignore his body’s stirrings. He couldn’t be distracted from his work by sexual cravings. He was an adult—not an adolescent led around by his penis. He focused on the
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Isosceles Triangle by Summer Alan work—his greatest work—and nothing else mattered. Nothing else could be allowed to matter. Chelsea was beautiful and desirable, but that road remained untaken and led to lost time in the laboratory. And he’d already used up ten years of his life to reach this point. He’d spent all of his time with his invention, and now, he noted with disdain, that’s what Chelsea had chosen to do. He took a second swig of the liquor and let it burn down his throat. He had a point to make to some assholes. He’d spent the last ten years preparing to make it. And now, he thought with annoyance, what point was that? He’d invented the cyborg he’d told them could be manufactured—the cyborg they’d told him he was insane and not nearly smart enough to make. He’d known that one day he’d be able to prove to those bastards that he was a scientist and not an impostor. And today, when he’d finally done it, finally created his cyborg, what had he actually proven? I’m little more than a pimp. He shook his head again and set the bottle down on the counter. He had to stop thinking like this. After all, he’d accomplished what he’d set out to do. And, based on what he’d just seen, the merchandising opportunities were endless. Pure science was one thing—the thing he cared most about—but the application of science in the world—that was what investors cared about; investors with plenty of money to spend on amazing new ideas. Once his product hit the shelves he would be rich beyond the dreams of Avarice. He would have no problem getting funding and support for any other project he wanted to do. Hell, he’d have enough money to build and staff a facility that would dwarf Science Institute. Talk about revenge. Now that was something to consider. The picture of Chelsea in the arms of the cyborg came again to his mind. What would be next? Cyborgs that looked like movie stars, weight lifters, male models? If perfectly proportioned cyborgs were available to
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Isosceles Triangle by Summer Alan women everywhere, could be picked up at any Wal‐Mart, where would that leave the men in their lives? Standing around watching them—alone—as they got off with machines he’d created, he thought. Had he finally fulfilled his dream—only to find he’d created a nightmare in its wake? Had he, in effect, found a way to redeem himself in the eyes of his colleagues only to destroy the sex life of every man on the planet? His IQ was 195; he was not a stupid man, and he could see the repercussions of this far out into the future. He grunted again. What difference did it make to him, though? Was that his responsibility? Didn’t scientists have the job of discovery—let the rest of the world decide what to do with the knowledge. He had his issues to resolve; let everyone else resolve their own. What he’d just seen surprised him, turned him on, even, and he was a scientist. His own semblance fucking his assistant. That act, presented on stage at a compendium of scientists at Harvard or Yale…now that was something he would never forget as long as he lived. That moment would make everything he’d done in the last ten years worth it. Wouldn’t it? Dammit. What was that phrase? This sucked. * * * * * Chelsea had gone from raptured to wretched in the span of a few moments. Adam didn’t seem to care that the doctor had seen them. He stroked her cheek and rubbed his thumbs over her lips. Of course he didn’t care, she reminded herself. He was a machine. She, on the other hand, did care. Embarrassment up front and center, she realized she’d finally blown it with David for good. “Let me down, please,” Chelsea said. “Certainly.” Adam disengaged her from his now flaccid penis and lowered her slowly to the floor. “Are you pleased?”
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Isosceles Triangle by Summer Alan “Not really,” she muttered, walking to the middle of the room to retrieve her blouse and jacket. Adam followed her. “Then you must give me another chance. You have been faithful to me for five years, a magnificent helper and keeper of my needs. I want to meet your needs.” Chelsea pulled her shirt over her head and turned to him. “What did you just say?” “I want to meet your needs in return.” Adam took her face into his hands. She gently extracted his hands from her face, then strode to the coat rack and grabbed them each a lab coat. “Here you go…put that on. There’s no point in you standing there naked, and frankly, I need to think. Looking at you naked is making that difficult.” He pulled his arms through the sleeves and buttoned it. His naked calves and feet still stuck out from the bottom, but at least now she could concentrate. “You want to meet my needs. Is that your idea or his?” She slapped the side of her head. “Of course it’s his. You don’t have any ideas of your own, do you?” The epiphany came over her slowly. “You don’t have you own ideas—that is one of his ideas,” she said again. The thought scuttled through her mind like an out of control rickshaw. “So does that mean he wants me? That he loves me or just wants to fuck me? Either way, what in the hell is stopping him?” Adam stared at her. “Which question do you want me to answer?” This machine held at least some of David’s thoughts, even if they were just a series of ones and zeros. If David wouldn’t tell her, Adam would. “If he wants me, what’s stopping him?” “The work,” he said. Chelsea tilted her head to the side as she considered the cyborg in front of her. “Yep, it’s you. You’re what’s stopping him.” Adam shook his head. “There is desire, but the work…” “I know.” She ran her fingers through her hair, pulled it on top of her head and formed a bun. She took a pencil from her pocket and stuck it
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Isosceles Triangle by Summer Alan into the roll of hair to hold it in place. “He spent the past ten years creating you, and now he’ll spend the next forty getting rich off you. I don’t know how I’m going to figure into that particular equation.” Chelsea began to pace back and forth across the tile floor. “I love that man,” she said, feeling more and more irritated with each click of her heels on the tile. “All he cares about is revenge—proving to a bunch of eggheads who never gave him the time of day that he’s not crazy. What has he got to prove? He’s brilliant! Just look at you!” Adam smiled back at her. “Well, there’s one way to get him to wake up and see what’s really important. Adam, I’m going to need your assistance. Will you help me?” “I’d do anything for you,” he replied, stepping closer to her and placing his hand on her shoulder. Chelsea smiled. “I’m counting on it.” * * * * * David sat on the barstool for a long time, taking intermittent drinks of the bourbon and shaking his head. Chelsea. The vision of her in the cyborg’s arms reappeared in his mind. Her smooth skin, ample breasts… These thoughts of Chelsea couldn’t have come at a more inconvenient time. Rather than be fascinated by this unexpected ability of his creation, he was allowing himself to get sidetracked from the main focus of his work—to get the cyborg built and out into the world. To finally show them what he’d done, accept their accolades and their well‐ deserved respect. He still had one more thing to do for this project to be complete, and now was the time to do it. He didn’t want to be rich. He’d never done any of this for money— although one would think him insane if they knew he’d spent the last ten years doing something just to prove a point. And maybe he was insane. It hardly mattered. The ten years were gone, now; nothing he could do about that.
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Isosceles Triangle by Summer Alan He thought again of the perfectly operational cyborg he’d created with his own mind and hands. He’d wanted a reckoning, wanted those jerk‐offs who’d fired him to eat their “employee exit” questionnaire. He’d been humiliated, and why? So they could feel superior; meanwhile he’d seen the future of cybernetics in a building full of fools who couldn’t see water in a rain gauge. He put the bottle of bourbon back on the shelf and rose. He had things to do. He was about to become famous. He ought to feel good right now, but as he walked back down the hall toward the lab he wished he did.
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Chapter Three Chelsea pulled down her bedspread. “Come on over here, Adam.” She held her hand out and he moved swiftly to her. “Just sit right here on the bed; put your back against the headboard. Real comfortable looking now…” Chelsea arranged the cyborg on her bed, setting the tableau for David. She tucked one of Adam’s legs under the sheet and left one hanging over the side, his foot flat on the floor. She leaned him back on her pillows and pulled the sheet low on his waist. With his bare chest exposed, he looked sexy as hell and ready for action. Perhaps if David saw himself—or a semblance of himself anyway—in her bed, he would begin to see the picture that she could not explain in a thousand words. He didn’t need to prove anything. He would find them soon. She’d heard him in the kitchen when she and Adam snuck down the hall and up the stairs to her private quarters. He would come looking for her any time now. She had to be ready. This plan had to work. David must wake up to the reality of what he’d done and what he was about to do. Overcoming ten years of bitterness and single‐minded devotion to a cause would make that difficult, but she loved him. She owed him and herself her best effort before he stepped off the precipice. “This is what you want?” Adam asked, pulling her from her thoughts. “Yes. Now, when Dr. David comes in, remember the signal. I place my hands on my hips, and you come over. Got it?”
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Isosceles Triangle by Summer Alan “Yes,” he said, smiling. Chelsea walked over to the open bedroom door and listened. David was moving around downstairs now. This was it—curtain up. “David!” she called down the staircase. She’d never called him anything other than Dr. McAllister in all five years of her employment. That should get his attention. “Miss Dawson? Where are you?” His voice indicated he was moving closer to the staircase looking for her. She ducked back inside her room. “Up here. I need you for a minute or two please.” She needed him—truer words were never spoken. But the real question: did he need her—or did he need revenge more? Her pulse quickened as he climbed the stairs. She turned around and moved to Adam, sitting on the edge of the bed between his thighs. She loosened the tie on the robe she’d changed into and let one side fall down her shoulder. “Miss Dawson, what’s going…?” He didn’t finish the sentence as he walked into the room and saw the two of them. Chelsea took a deep breath. “I wanted to talk to you for a moment before all the hubbub begins,” she said, rising from the bed. “I’d like to get a few things straight before it’s too late.” David stared at her, his eyebrows drawing together. “I see. And what things are those?” “My compensation for one,” she said. “I helped while you created this masterpiece, and I’d like to recommend a considerable raise for myself before you begin your new life as ‘God’s Gift to Science.’” David gritted his teeth as he glanced around her at Adam. “Haven’t you already given yourself a raise? Or would that be a ‘rise’?” Chelsea forced a laugh. “I don’t know what you mean.” “I mean,” he said, crossing his hands across his chest, “That you’ve already taken your bonus. If you’ve damaged him, you’ll be liable for that, by the way.”
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Isosceles Triangle by Summer Alan “Damaged him?” she asked. “Oh no, I don’t think I damaged him. He’s quite high functioning. You programmed him well. He’s ready to go again, in fact.” David nodded, his eyebrows knitting together. “As are you, I’m sure. What did you want, besides a raise?” His tone indicated he couldn’t care less, but she suspected this was a ruse based on his defensive body language. He felt threatened. At least she hoped it was a ruse. What if she was wrong about him? What if he didn’t care what she did or what cyborg she did it with? “I want to talk to you about the future of your invention.” “I’ll just bet you do,” he said. “Well, if you think I’m going to give this one to you, you’re sadly mistaken. No matter how great he fucks.” The word jarred Chelsea. He’d never used that word in all the time she’d known him, never shown any emotion whatsoever other than frustration and excitement, and only ever regarding his research. Oh, yeah. He cared. After years of being ignored by him, she had his attention now. The actions of the machine woke him up, but the question remained: could she turn his ‘caring’ into really hearing what she had to say? “I guess you can see the financial windfall that will come about when this particular cyborg is available on the open market. You’re about to be a very rich man. And you’ll finally show those other scientists that they were wrong about you.” He didn’t hesitate. “Yes, I will.” “Let me ask you one question” She placed both of her hands on her hips. Per their signal, she heard Adam rise behind her and walk over. When he placed his hands on her hips, she leaned into his body. “Have you stopped to picture your future now? Things are about to change. Your life will never be the same after this.” David glanced down at Adam’s hands on her waist, then slowly back up to her eyes. “Obviously, neither will yours,” he said with disdain. “And why should I want it to be the same?”
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Isosceles Triangle by Summer Alan “Why indeed?” She placed her hands over Adam’s and straightened her back to expose more of her cleavage between the folds of the robe. “Maybe it could be better.” David’s jaw clenched so hard his cheeks looked like solid marble. “How could it be better? I’ve done what I set out to do. And soon the world will know that I am not the fake they accused me of being.” “I knew that already,” she said, tilting her head to the side and watching him. She slowly placed her hand on his cheek. “I’ve known it for a long time.” “You’re not the one I need to prove it to.” His stare softened a notch as he looked into her eyes. “And why is that, David? Why do you care more about what some stupid people from your past believe about you than people in your present? Do you really want to throw away everything you could have for a few minutes of grudging recognition from a bunch of idiots who know less about science than I do?” “These are great men of science! And it’s more than a few minutes of recognition!” He gestured toward Adam. “This invention will change the world.” “I realize that. But will it change it for the better? Scientists have an inherent responsibility for the results of their research. Just because a thing can be done, doesn’t mean it should be done. Especially not for the wrong reason—like revenge.” He seemed to consider that for a moment. “You want to prove to the naysayers that you were right? What does that get you? Have you stopped to think about the repercussions of this cyborg, past the assuaging of your own ego—past the resolution of your own personal vendetta?” David stepped back from her. “This isn’t about me! This is about my ability as a scientist! You cannot be suggesting I throw away ten years’ work.” “Your ability was never in question by those who care about you,” she said. “I care about you.”
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Isosceles Triangle by Summer Alan He steeled his gaze. “Isn’t the cyborg enough for you? You want to come onto me now, too? For what purpose? Do you think it’s going to get you more money? Part of my recognition? Fine! Keep the damn thing! As soon as I’m done with my speaking engagements, I don’t care if I ever see it again. I made one. I can make others.” “I have no interest in your recognition or your money,” Chelsea scoffed. “I want you to see the truth.” “And what truth is that?” he demanded. Her hand still rested on his face. “The truth, is that the recognition and the money are not what you need to make you happy. Creating the cyborg isn’t going to do that. He might just as well not be in the picture at all.” “You said you wanted a raise,” he reminded her. “So, you were thinking I’d give you the cyborg to keep around and fuck whenever you liked? Fine. Keep him.” There it was—that word again. Her heart beat a rapid staccato. The word, coming from him, excited her a great deal, even when said in anger. She stepped closer and placed her hand on his chest. “For such a smart guy, you’re not too bright sometimes. I was hoping you would entertain this proposal — you can keep the cyborg, if I can have you instead.” David’s eyes flew wide open. “What?” “The cyborg wasn’t what I wanted. But the chance to touch you— even if only the mechanical version of you—was more than I could resist.” David’s mouth fell open slightly. “What are you saying? You fucked him instead of me?” “I’m saying that I’ve wanted you since I got here, and you’ve never given me the time of day. I love your body, or what you recreated of it in the cyborg.” She took the last step between them, stepped up on her tiptoes, placed her mouth on his and whispered against his lips. “But I want the real thing.” David yanked her body against his and wrapped both of his arms around her, exploring her mouth. The sensations racing through her came all at once—his mouth, his erection against her belly, his hands moving all
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Isosceles Triangle by Summer Alan over her back and ass, sensations similar to those she’d experienced with the cyborg, but somehow not the same at all. This time, fury and impatience and desperation filled his hot kisses. The cyborg had kissed her with the precise exactitude of a well‐ programmed machine. Dr. David Isosceles McAllister didn’t respond with that sort of predictability or perfection. His responses to her body— human surprise and gratitude and happiness—were considerably more complicated and thrilling. She felt another set of hands on her back. Adam caressed her shoulders and twined his fingers in her hair, trapping her between his body and David’s. A hot burn ignited between her thighs. She gazed into David’s eyes. “Make love to me.” He smiled and kissed her again, pulling her into his arms. Adam pressed his erection between her thighs and kissed the back of her neck. Sandwiched between them, the fire between her legs began to rage out of control. David released her lips and trailed his tongue and mouth down her neck over her clavicle to her breasts. Adam’s hands held her waist as David’s took her breasts into his. He softly kissed first one nipple, then the other, flicking his tongue across each one. Hands and bodies caressed her everywhere. She moaned and let her head fall to the side. Adam trailed kisses to her shoulder as he pressed his penis between her thighs again. “Adam,” David said, flicking his tongue over her breast again, “Hold her arms over her head.” Chelsea was startled back to reality, far from the dreamlike state she’d fallen into a moment ago. “What are you doing?” “I’m enlisting the help of a machine.” David flicked his tongue over her nipple until the raging fire in her pussy became a blazing inferno. “That’s what machines do—they make things easier.” Adam had already taken her hands in his and pulled them together over her head, then leaned into her back forcing her breasts farther into David’s mouth. “I want to make love to you,” she said, closing her eyes and letting the sensations spread over her.
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Isosceles Triangle by Summer Alan “Oh, you will,” David said. “Look at me.” She opened her eyes. He placed his hands on her face as Adam held her arms far above her head. “A little higher Adam.” Adam grasped her wrists tighter and pulled gently upward. Chelsea stood on her tiptoes to compensate. “Spread her legs, Adam,” David said, staring into her eyes. Adam placed his foot between her feet and pushed them out to the sides, first one then the other, all the while holding her arms up high. She strained to stand on her tiptoes, while Adam placed each of his feet against her insteps, spreading her legs far apart, his erection pressed into her back. The cool air of the room touched the heat of her pussy, fanning the flames burning inside her. “Tell her to close her eyes, Adam,” David said, “Then tell her about her body.” “Close your eyes, Chelsea.” Adam whispered, pressing his lips to her ear. “Your pussy is hot, isn’t it? You are so beautiful aroused…” David took her face in his hands and kissed her slowly once more, dipping his tongue into her mouth. He released her with a short, sweet kiss then dropped slowly to his knees. Her eyes closed, her other senses heightened, she felt every caress of Adam’s body against hers, heard every word he whispered about her beauty, felt David’s hands touching her thighs, and felt David’s warm breath only inches away from the open folds of her pussy. With the first touch of his tongue on her clit, her body fell over the edge. The delicious orgasm screamed through her. As Adam held her up, still on her toes, David’s tongue and mouth moved over her, inside her, lapped at her, each stroke sending another wave of the orgasm through her. Her knees began to buckle from the weakness in her limbs and she struggled to continue standing. “Adam, hold her up,” David said, the vibration of the words against her skin sending more waves through her. David grabbed her legs and placed her knees on his shoulders and Adam hooked his forearms under her armpits and lifted her off the floor.
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Isosceles Triangle by Summer Alan David stood up, and the two men held her in the air as David continued the pleasure he’d begun on her pussy. David’s hands were on her ass, one of his fingers pressing against her rosette. Adam twisted her nipples in his hands as both of them held her in the air. As another orgasm built inside her, she screamed with the sweet agony. She wanted to touch him, hold him in her arms, and ride his cock to still the clutching ache inside her. David lifted his face from her flesh just a moment short of another orgasm raging through her body. The heat of his breath disappeared and sweet cool air fluttered over her. He let her legs slide off his shoulders and gently placed her feet on the floor. “Let her hands down,” David said, “But don’t let her fall. She’s a little weak.” Chelsea opened her eyes and realized she couldn’t stand on her own. Adam’s arms held up upright. “Adam, carry her to the bed,” David said. Adam lifted her body into his arms as if he’d picked up nothing heavier than a sheet of paper from the floor. He held her close to his chest, kissing her lips as he moved in the direction of her bed, pressing her head into his forearm as he explored the interiors of her mouth with his tongue. “Lower her onto my cock,” David said. The word and the command startled Chelsea into opening her eyes as Adam broke off the kiss. David had moved to the bed ahead of them, and now leaned against the pillows resting against the headboard. He grinned up at her, naked, his legs lying lengthwise down her king‐sized bed, his cock standing up rigid and straight from his body. “Climb onto the bed with her,” David said. “Hold her over my cock, and lower her down. Slowly.” Adam got on the bed and kneeled between David’s legs, holding her body in front of him, her back occasionally touching the soft down of his chest hair. He didn’t strain or make any sounds of expended effort to position her over David, her body effectively weightless in his arms.
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Isosceles Triangle by Summer Alan Chelsea watched David’s eyes as they traveled from her face, over her breasts, down her abdomen and to her thighs. He put his hands behind his head, lacing the fingers together and resting his hand in his palms. A slow smile moved across his face. “I am a genius,” he said as Adam slowly moved her down. Her legs lay across David’s thighs, and the moment his cock touched the opening to her pussy, she gasped with the heat of it. Sheathing him slowly in her moist warmth, Chelsea sighed as the pleasure of it moved through her limbs, centering on the intense heat and filling of her body. Slowly, oh so slowly, Adam moved her body up and down on David’s cock, each stroke raking across her clit, filling her, fulfilling her need for more of him. As another orgasm began to build inside her, she clenched her interior muscles and watched the immediate response on David’s face. “Adam, stop,” he said, looking into her eyes. “Come here, Chelsea.” Adam released his hold on her, and with David still deep inside her, she leaned into his chest. He took her face in his hands and kissed her again, his teeth gently nicking her lips then sucking them into his mouth. He released her from the kiss and stared deeply into her eyes. “You want us both?” Chelsea didn’t move. The idea sent a shiver of anticipation, arousal and apprehension into her. “David…” “If you want me,” he said, smiling at her gently, “And you want all of me, I’ll make him go slow. If anything happens that you don’t like, say the word and we stop.” “Is this what you want, too?” she asked, realizing she’d just voiced her desire for them both. The thought filled her with anticipation, but she didn’t want to do anything that would endanger their being together. “I love you, David. I don’t need anything else.” “If you love me,” he said, caressing her cheek, “Then I want you to love all of me. Adam is a part of me. And I want all of me inside you.” She nodded and leaned over to kiss him again. “Adam.”
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Isosceles Triangle by Summer Alan Adam’s hands smoothed and massaged her buttocks. David kissed her mouth, pushing his cock deeper inside her pussy. She wriggled on him, while Adam pressed against her rosette with his finger. A smooth, warm liquid poured down her butt cheek, and Adam’s hands massaged it over her ass. Slowly, Adam inserted a finger inside her anus, moved it gently in and out, and stretched her tight muscles until she relaxed against the pressure of his hand. He inserted another finger, stretching her further as the heat of the lotion and his hand increased her pulse and ragged breathing. She reached behind her body and took his cock into her palm, stroking it to indicate she was ready. Adam’s chest pushed against her back as he pressed his cock against the opening, sliding only an inch past the clenched muscles and stopping for a long moment. With a deep intake of her breath, she realized she was about to be completely filled by both of them, but before she could release the breath, Adam pushed his cock the rest of the way into her. Adam grabbed both of her breasts in his hands, twisting her nipples as he began to pump his cock into her. The pleasure and surprise moved over her like a steamroller, the sensation of being completely filled overtaking her senses. Adam squeezed her nipples as he made love to her, pumping with force and purpose, his only need to fulfill commands as David held her body crushed to his chest, his firm flesh sliding in and out her with the motion. She turned to see behind her, to see the two of them loving her, one below and one above and the sight of it brought on yet another indescribable orgasm. Her body convulsed wildly as she clung to David, shudders of pleasure and a sense of floating away coming over her. “Adam, backward,” David said. Adam wrapped his arms around Chelsea’s waist pulling her firmly against his chest, and fell backward, pulling her with him. David rolled over her in the same motion, planted his knees in the mattress and pushed his cock deep inside her.
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Isosceles Triangle by Summer Alan Adam continued to tweak her nipples until they ached with pleasure, and David placed his hands on Adam’s shoulders as a fulcrum and took away the last sense of reality inside of her. She took hold of his hips as he alternately kissed her neck and nipped her shoulders, each thrust coming harder and faster. She could feel him growing inside her, until he cried with his release. As his voice tore through the room, both men released into her, and the hot moisture filling her orifices sent her beyond all reason to the most complete orgasm she’d ever experienced. They lay together for a long moment. David rested on his elbows above her to hold off a portion of his body weight. Adam cuddled her in his arms against his body. She closed her eyes, the heavy sedation of sleep threatening to overcome her. “Rest a while, darling.” David’s voice floated through her semi‐ consciousness. “I’ll wake you in a while so we can try again.” She forced her eyes open. “What?” she managed. “I have five years of pretending not to notice you and of not pleasuring you to make up for,” he said, and caressed her cheek with the back of his hand. “I want another chance as soon as you’re up to it.” Chelsea glanced over her shoulder at Adam. “And him?” “Did he please you?” David asked. Chelsea smiled a slow, sleepy smile. “You both pleased me very much. Many times, too.” “Then he can stay,” David said. “You were starting to make me have doubts about it, but I think I’m convinced now that cyborgs can be very useful things to have around.” Chelsea felt a pang of fear inside her, but she was too sleepy to examine it closely. As her eyes closed and she fell asleep, more sated than she’d ever felt in her life, she began to dream of murky, dark places…and she was alone. * * * * *
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Isosceles Triangle by Summer Alan The telephone rang from its place on the nightstand next to David’s head. He rolled over, wrapping his arm around Chelsea and picked it up. “Hello?” “Dr. McAllister, this is Jackson Hewitt. I hear congratulations are in order.” It was Mr. Hewitt, president and CEO of Science Institute! David nodded, feeling his blood pump through his veins as adrenaline kicked in. He’d never rated a conversation with the head guy before. But he rated now. “Jackson.” David used the man’s first name as an indication of his understanding of the new status of their relationship. Things had changed considerably in the last few hours. Now, he was an equal. “How can I help you?” If the man was irritated with David’s familiarity, he kept it out of his voice. “Ned tells me that you’ve reached the culmination of your work. You’ve achieved something you set out to do when you went off to do your own research.” David wanted to snarl. Went off to do my own research. That was a pretty nice way to say they’d unceremoniously thrown him out on his ass. Suddenly, he began to wonder why he’d ever cared what this self‐ important blowhard thought of him. “I called Ned earlier,” David said, keeping his voice non‐committal. “So,” Jackson paused, obviously expecting a different response. “When can we see it?” David looked over at the two bodies lying next to him. Adam’s eyes were open. David stared into his own face, really seeing himself for possibly the first time. Was he a scientist who would be famous, wealthy, and responsible for changing the dynamic of the world? Or, he wondered as he looked at Chelsea sleeping soundly in his arms, was he a man who’d finally learned to let go of his resentment and feel comfortable with his own intellect without needing the confirmation of it from others who didn’t matter?
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Isosceles Triangle by Summer Alan Chelsea moved closer to him and wrapped her arm around his waist. Her slow, even breathing had a hypnotic calming effect on him. Chelsea had seen what he was, when none of the assholes in the world had cared. “Dr. McAllister?” Jackson said. “Are you still with me?” David smiled and stroked Chelsea’s hair. “Yes.” “So, when can we see it?” he asked again. David laughed. Ten years it had taken him—ten long years. And finally, he’d made his discovery—not the discovery he’d set out to make, but a discovery nonetheless. “Jackson, I have nothing to show you. The phone call was a mistake. I shouldn’t have troubled you.” “Oh for crying out loud, David!” Jackson shouted into his ear. “What the hell kind of crap is this? You call us every…” David replaced the phone on the cradle, effectively shutting him up and shutting out that part of his life forever. “Who was that?” Chelsea asked, stirring in his arms, her eyes still closed. “Oh, you’re awake. How are you feeling?” Chelsea’s mouth formed a slow smile. “Good.” “You look good,” he said. “Did I happen to mention that I love you?” “No.” Chelsea’s smile widened. “No, you didn’t. Are you trying to change the subject? Who was that on the phone?” “Oh, just a wrong number,” David said, looking at Adam. “They called the wrong guys.” The End
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Author Bio Summer Alan moves around a lot all over the United States with her cat, Martini. She drives a red convertible Mustang and never likes to stay in one place too long. Her interests include nude sunbathing and reading the sexiest books she can find. Visit Summer’s blog: at summeralan.blogspot.com. She loves to hear from readers, too. Send her an email at
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