Prendergast 13

Story by misfit446

Think I posted some of this before. This ends abruptly but promise a finish, somehow. Just too big.

PRENDERGAST SCHOOL FOR EXCEPTIONAL GIRLS 13

Doctor Victoria Delbert had the chemical findings in her hand as she strode into Dean Meeker's office. The Dean was seated at her desk in deep thought but looked up at the interruption.

"Oh, Vic, what's up?"

"I got it," the Doctor practically squealed with joy.

"Got what? Ooohh, watch the teeth Bambi dear," she scolded mildly as her "intern" slurped loudly from underneath the desk.

"The results of Glory's pheromone tests. I've got the chemical sequence and this school is gonna be awfully rich."

"Really? So it is something we can manufacture here?"

"No, we'll let the company do that. But I got it."

"Patentable?"

"Why not?"

"Let's get on this." She picked up the phone and buzzed Tina in the outer office. "Get me Charles Simpson."

"Is he a patent attorney?"

"Yes, and a damn fine dick sucker to boot. I'll get the wheels moving from here. You make sure that piece of paper is locked up until we need it."

"Gotcha," the Doctor said and left the office.

Just as Victoria left Natalie stepped in carrying a plastic bag. She placed it on the table as Dean Meeker waited for the call to be put through.

"What's that?" she said, covering the receiver with her hand.

"A windfall."

"What?"

"Winnings from the meet."

"You were betting?" Dean Meeker asked, arching an eyebrow in surprise.

Natalie shrugged. "Why not?"

"Oh hello Charles," the Dean cooed into the phone, holding a finger up to Natalie. "Listen, I got a real doozey for you."

Natalie tapped her foot impatiently, crossing her powerful arms about her bountiful chest.

"Listen, can you come over tonight? We'll have a nice meal, talk some business then maybe have a nightcap while reminiscing about the old days."

The dean giggled softly. "Okay then, we can do that too. About eight? It's set then. Bye."

Dean Meeker smiled broadly as she hung up the phone. "Well, that's settled. Now, what else do you have?"

"Nothing, just this," Natalie said, grasping the bag and dumping its contents. Loud thuds of each $1000 dollar bundle hitting the hard wood desk echoed about the room. The mountain of money grew and grew.

"Wha?," Dean Meeker said, standing. Her impressive pecker was drawn down and pulled tight as Bambi remained on her haunches, sucking hard.

"It's the school winnings. I've already taken my cut."

"H-how much is there?"

"Just shy of a hundred grand," Natalie announced proudly. "Enough to fix all our machines, the steam plant, hell, everything."

"Well then, I guess we should get to planning the summer break work that needs to be done."

"I'll get you a list of things we need fixed by next week."

"Very good."

The candles flickered as Charles Simpson and Dean Meeker talked over the possibility of patenting the chemical scheme of Glory's pheromones for an arousal product to be marketed by LifeSource Bioengineering.[/FONT

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