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the least, and absolutely surreal.  There is a completely different woman staring back at me from the tiny screen of my phone, an unrecognizable face that, had I seen out on the street, would more than likely fill me with bitterness than excitement at its pure, almost surreal beauty.  Instead, a slow smile now creeps across my new visage.
                  Filled with a pristine confidence, I rap hard against the security office door.
                  It takes a while for the new guy to zip up his pants, but eventually he saunters over and throws open the door angrily.  The second that he sees my face, however, everything changes.
                  “Whoa.”  The guy says, dumbstruck by my beauty.
                  His reaction is so severe that it takes me off guard for a moment.  Is this really what it’s like to be a beautiful woman?
                  For the first few seconds I freeze up, the two of us standing here in awkward silence as we stare at each other.  The man’s change in demeanor is so severe that my initial reaction is to assume that he’s joking, my brain barely able to accept the possibility that he could be that taken with my outward appearance.
                  “Hey there.”  I finally say.  “What are you watchin’?”
                  The guy hesitates, still incredibly unsure of himself.  “Nothing.”  He finally says.  “Security footage.  Can I help you?”
                  “Oh yeah?”  I coo, ignoring his question and reaching down to take the name tag on his uniform between my slender fingers.  “Does Tucker know what you’re doing in here while you’re supposed to be paying attention, Greg?”
                  Greg plays dumb.  “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
                  “You’re not watching porn in here, are you?”  I ask, giving him a little wink.  “Because that’s kinda what it looked like to me.”
                  The raw sexual power that I wield now would be intoxicating enough, but in the hands of someone who’s been celibate for two years, like myself, it’s like giving a baby the keys to a nuclear arsenal.  I try to pull myself back a bit, to restrain my thoughts from disappearing too far down the rabbit hole of lust and excitement, but it’s already too late.
                  “No, I wasn’t watching porn.”  Greg scoffs, trying a little too hard to feign his innocence.  “Who are you?  I haven’t seen you around the lab before.”
                  I think for a moment, pursing my lips.  Suddenly, a name just comes to me.  “Ms. Hyde.”  I tell him.  “Well Greg, it’s too bad you’re not watching any porn in here, I love porn.”
                  Greg’s young, dumb eyes suddenly light up as I say this.  I notice now that he’s literally shaking as he stands before me, cowering in the presence of such a beautiful, feminine sexpot.  “You do?”  He stammers.
                  “Oh yeah.”  I say, pushing up against him as I make my way into the room and shutting the door behind me.  “It makes me so fucking horny.”
                  I’m lying through my teeth.  I haven’t watched a porno in years thanks to my sex-addicted celibacy streak, but from what I remember it all seemed a little too fake to me.  I suppose there’s a time and a place for that kind of thing, but it’s not like I’m dying for it on a daily basis.
                  Greg however, is completely eating it up.  I have him in the palm of my hand already, but teasing him like this is so much fun that I continue laying it on thick.
                  “Want to show me?”  I ask in a breathy voice.
                  “Show you?”  The security officer responds, his face turning bright