Advanced Bioanalytics (Episode 01)

Advanced Bioanalytics, Episode 01

Designated for Assignment

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[This is a work of fiction. Any characters that resemble real-world people are fictionalized manifestations of the author's imagination.]

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"... was designated for assignment yesterday." Katy sighed and clicked off the radio. She drove in silence, noting the dense fog blanketing the city skyline behind her and shrouding the stadium in front of her as she navigated her way into the employee parking lot.

She stepped out into the chilly August morning, straightened her long blue patchwork skirt, adjusted her denim jacket over her cream-colored knit top, grabbed her things and headed inside. The hallways were quiet, as they usually were this time of day. Her soft footsteps were punctuated by the distant *thwack* sounds emanating from the batting cage down the hall.

"Katy Brooks, Advanced Bioanalytics" read the nameplate on her office door. She badged herself in, left the door half open, and sat down behind her desk with a heavy sigh. She pulled out her laptop, docked it, and set her bags and jacket aside. She logged into the ABACAB System and pulled up Brian's profile.

"The requested player's roster status is: DFA," the System rudely reminded her with a pop-up.

"Yes, I know," she grumbled and clicked it away. "What the heck is an 'assignment' anyway?" she wondered out loud. "Besides cleaning out your locker."

The ABACAB (Advanced BioAnalytical Computer-Aided Baseball) System was her baby. She was hired years ago as a data analyst in the biometrics group, and after she demonstrated an aptitude for crunching numbers in creative ways to get interesting results, she was given free reign to develop some experimental tools. The System grew out of one of these projects, combining biometrics, analytics, machine learning, and, for opted in "Plus" subjects, sexuality.

Of course, the Plus program option was 100% optional and consensual. Any player could opt out from any part of the program, for any reason, at any time. Everyone, from Katy to the players to the coaches and management and even ownership was fully aware and on board. It took Katy some convincing, but when her first beta test subject suddenly found a power stroke that helped elevate the team into surprise contention, she was given the go-ahead.

Several years later, the System had helped many players clean up mechanics they didn't even realize were flawed, and many stats got respective boosts. The Plus program participants enjoyed their fringe benefits as well.

Brian was one such participant. The System had noted an inconsistency in how he would load his hips, and suggested some mechanical tweaks to improve his power to all fields. Katy also happily assisted with the more "intimate" mechanical exercises the System had recommended.

The System confirmed from Brian's last at-bats that he was executing cleanly and comfortably. Unfortunately, in baseball, sometimes the ball goes right to a fielder. And sometimes, sometimes is every time.

In the quiet of the morning, Katy heard footsteps approach, pausing outside her door.

"Knock knock," teased a familiar voice bittersweetly.

"Come in, ya silly goose," she countered, playfully exaggerating her Midwest accent.

Brian emerged from outside her office door. "Hey dork."

"Hey." She offered a warm smile and sighed. "I'm sorry it didn't work out. You did everything right, and, ya know, *those hips*." She couldn't help but smile at the memories of the hip-loading exercises.

He smirked, and then released a sigh of his own. "My stuff's cleaned out. I'm about to get outta here, and I thought I'd say goodbye. And thanks."

Katy rose from behind her desk and offered a hug. Brian nodded and took her slender, soft body into his arms. She wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned in with a whisper, "I'm so sorry sweetie."

"Yeah. Thanks." He tightened his arms around her waist.

"You'll be okay though, I promise." She kissed his cheek softly. "You did such a great job." She grazed her fingertips over the soft stubble on his cheek and kissed it gently. "I'm so proud of you."

Brian sighed again as he released his friend, and now former colleague.

Katy smiled sweetly and looked into his soft brown eyes. She saw hurt, but also warmth and determination. "You'll be just fine, I know it." She paused momentarily. "Did... Did you wanna close the door?"

He chuckled nervously. "Well, now that you mention it."

"Go ahead." He stepped back and eased the door shut with a click. He turned to face his friend and found her brown eyes locked with his, sparkling green through her translucent cat-eye glasses. She smiled cheekily as he stepped up to her. He reached out and caressed her round, soft cheek. He tucked a stray swatch of her graying brown hair behind her ear, and slid his hand behind her neck, leaning in for a kiss.

Katy's lips parted and welcomed his, and they kissed tenderly. She introduced her tongue to his, and he eagerly accepted. Katy's breath caught as he pushed his tongue into her soft, welcoming mouth. Her body leaned against his as their tongues danced and played, little whimpers and moans escaping her throat as she longed for more.

Brian's hands wandered down, over her chest, his soft touch exploring her modest breasts through her top. His fingers found a stiffening nipple, and gave it a little pinch, eliciting another moan as a shiver ran through her body. His hands slid further down, over her hips and around to her ass, cradling it and pulling her close to him. Her body melted against his as they kissed. She felt a familiar bulge pushing against her through his pants.

She pulled away gently and caught her breath. "Wow." Her hand drifted downward, her fingernails grazing his chest, his abdomen. As her fingertips traced the outline of his rapidly growing erection, he twitched and shuddered. She felt it throbbing, pushing longingly against her soft hand. "Geez," she whispered as her hand explored his groin. "Your hips are all loaded up, huh," she teased.

"Well, I haven't had an AB in a week," he managed between heavy breaths.

"Aw, poor sweetie. Would you like me to take care of this for you?" she inquired sweetly.

"Please," he groaned. "I- I need to feel your mouth. One more time."

Katy's face brightened. "Well! Go ahead and take a seat." Katy flipped up the seat back on the treatment table, and Brian hopped on and kicked his shoes off. "Don't worry honey, I'll take care of you," she reassured him. Then she tilted his chin up and kissed him again, sensually swirling her tongue around his.

She knelt on the padded footrest, hooked her fingers beneath his waistband, and slid his pants down and off. His erection twitched conspicuously beneath his boxers, straining, yearning. She traced her fingertips back up his legs, deliberately, savoring the feel of his strong muscles. He shuddered and moaned as her nails grazed up his inner thighs.

"Okay, let's take a look here." She worked his boxers down over his hips, catching the elastic on his erection. "Goodness." She carefully lifted the elastic out and over his hard dick, freeing it upwards with a jerk, suddenly throbbing, aching for touch. She quickly pulled his boxers down and off and slid her hands back up his legs, resting at the tops of his thighs.

She paused, bit her lip, and looked up at him with a lusty smile. "You do need this, don't you?" He nodded slowly, his breathing intense, his cock twitching. Her fingers slid up and caressed his balls with tender care. With her other hand, she gently wrapped her fingers around his pale shaft and felt its skin up and down. His breath caught again.

"Relax, honey. Remember?" He took a deep breath and exhaled. "Good job." She smiled up at him and leaned in a little closer and noted the little pearl of dew at the tip of his bright red cockhead. She looked up at him cheekily as she licked her lips and parted her lips. Her tongue reached out and rested on the underside of the head as she slipped it carefully into her mouth.

Brian breathed in, slowly, deeply, focusing. Katy breathed in with him, her soft tongue exploring the head of his dick, taking in all of the sensory delights. They exhaled together, as Katy gently slipped him out of her mouth. "Wow," she whispered, her face suddenly burning with desire. She looked up at him, locked hungry eyes and took his cock back into her mouth.

Brian's eyes rolled back and shut as Katy went to work. She held the base of his dick gently as her soft lips slid up and down his erect shaft, pausing occasionally to let her tongue explore the head, tracing its contours, savoring every drop of precum leaking out. Every groan escaping with Brian's labored breathing resonated with Katy, and she felt an aching of her own, deep in her loins.

She moaned softly as she sucked his cock, up, down. Her hands wandered up to his hips, pressing her fingertips into his muscles with a subtle reminder about relaxation. She reached her hands up to his chest, and let her fingernails graze carefully down his stomach, back to his hips, his thighs, and settled back down to focus on treating his aching dick.

She cupped his balls again, playing with them carefully as her mouth danced up and down, sucking him passionately. Brian rested his hands on her shoulders and relished every sensation. Her soft lips gliding over his shaft, her slippery tongue gently, lovingly caressing around the tip. Her hand joined in with her mouth to make love to his precious member, stroking up and down, sucking and in and out of her mouth. Then, a little faster.

"Oh my god," he groaned. "Katy... I..."

She paused and slipped his throbbing cock out of her mouth to whisper, "Are you gonna cum for me, sweetie?"


"Yeah."

"In my mouth?"

"Please. God."

"Keep breathing," she instructed gently as she took him back into her mouth, as deeply as she could manage, sucking and stroking eagerly. Brian breathed deeply, quickly, his body tensing up. She moaned lustfully as she anticipated her reward. His cock twitched, and she braced herself, sealing her lips gently but firmly around the head.

His hips popped open (just like they'd practiced!), bucking up against her face, and he exploded with a deep groan. As a generous load of sticky hot cum poured into her hungry mouth, she kept stroking him. As another load poured into her mouth, she swirled her tongue around, caressing and tickling while savoring the salty taste and gooey texture. He unloaded another burst of cum, and then another, and another.

She moaned along with him her as her mouth quickly filled up with his treat. She paused to swallow some, but a sizable glop escaped, dripping out of her mouth, down her chin, and onto her top. Another gush splashed indiscriminately onto her mouth and cheek, and she took him back into her mouth to finish up, stroking and sucking while he twitched and twisted and moaned.

"Ahhhhhh," he sighed heavily and fell back into his seat as Katy did her best to clean up the stray cum from his dick and his balls, licking carefully. Then she looked up at him, his face flushed bright red, panting, reeling. His eyes opened, and his smoky gaze was met with Katy's sweet smile, her soft face highlighted obscenely with wet streaks of gooey jizz. She gave the tip of his dick one last tender kiss, taking the moment to lap up one more drop of remnant cum.

"Hey."

"Hey... Katy... Wow."

"Mmmmmm." She rested her head on his thigh, tenderly cradling his cock as it settled down, still twitching with aftershocks. "Did ya like it, hon?"

"Yeah," he groaned. "The best."

"You did such a good job. Your breathing, your hips, your... cum," she giggled.

"Thanks." He smiled wistfully, stroking her hair, relishing the sight of his friend and lover. Her caring brown eyes, decorated with subtle wrinkles, her rosy cheeks, her slender fingers, her soft mouth. She moaned softly and relished the moment along with him, the taste of his semen lingering powerfully in her mouth.

Then she reached for the tissues, and finished cleaning him up. She stood up slowly, and felt another drip from face to her shoulder. She giggled and gingerly wiped up the mess he had left on her face. "Oh geez, you got it all over me. And my nice top!"

He chuckled shyly. "Yeah. Sorry."

"No need for apologies, sweetie. You... You had a lot to unload." She smiled tenderly and dabbed at the sticky mess on her top. "You did great. I'm so proud of you." She sighed softly. "I'm gonna miss you. And your dick."

He chuckled again. "Yeah. Me too."

"Like I said though, you'll be fine. I know it!" Then her face shifted slightly with a raised eyebrow. "As long as you remember your breathing and hip-loading exercises," she instructed playfully.

"Yes, ma'am."

Brian and Katy chatted some more as they collected themselves, reminiscing and bantering and laughing. After a few minutes, Brian looked at his watch and sighed heavily. "I guess."

"Welp."

"I'll miss you. I won't ever forget this."

"Me neither." She paused. "Hey, if you're in town again, let me know, ok?"

He smiled. "Of course."

"Good."

They embraced warmly, comfortably.

"Goodbye Katy."

"Goodbye Brian." He turned and reached for the door. "Oh hey, can you close the door behind you?" He looked back and saw her settling back down behind her desk, reaching for her purse.

"Yes ma'am." He watched her pull out her favorite vibrator. "Enjoy," he teased.

"Yes sir," she retorted as she watched him disappear back into the hallway. The door clicked shut behind him, and she clicked her vibrator on.

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The following April, Brian and his new team were back on her home turf. He didn't get the start that game, but he came on to pinch hit in the 8th inning. The home team's relief pitcher was struggling to escape a bases-loaded jam with a one-run lead.

Katy watched with interest from the dugout, making notes of the pitcher's unsteady mechanics on her tablet. Her gaze shifted over to Brian as he readied himself in the batter's box. She watched his even, controlled breathing. His hips looked properly loaded, and his stance was steady as the pitcher set and delivered. Brian watched a curveball bounce in front of home plate, and then a fastball whizzing just past his chest.

The pitcher release a curveball, and Katy winced as it hung tantalizing over the plate, waist-high. Brian swung immediately, popping open his hips and guiding his bat into the strike zone with precision. He unloaded hard, and the barrel of the bat found the ball, driving the poor errant pitch hard, over the shortstop's leaping grasp and into the right field gap.

As Brian took off running, he cheekily over at Katy in the dugout. She smiled grimly and shook her head as she watched her team give up another lead. Her work was never done. Inwardly, however, she was proud that Brian had aced the "assignment" (whatever it was), and her anticipation grew excitedly for their date later. Her play was never done either.