you head to Maxine's lab and when you get there you and Maxine share a look than each grab one of her assistants to fuck with Maxine using a stap-on and you using you dick while she gives you her report for the ark reactor and prepulsor engines for the airline you had Victoria buy
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You stride into Maxine's laboratory, the automatic doors sliding open to reveal your girlfriend hunched over complex holographic schematics that float in the air. Iris and Cassandra are positioned on either side of her, pointing at different aspects of the design with their slender fingers. All three women look up as you enter, and Maxine's face immediately breaks into a knowing smile.
"Perfect timing," Maxine purrs, her enhanced breasts straining against her deliberately undersized lab coat as she straightens up. "I was just about to call you about the ark reactor progress."
Without a word, you move toward Iris while Maxine's eyes lock onto Cassandra. No verbal communication is needed between you and your scientist girlfriend—your intentions perfectly synchronized after months together.
"Mistress Jane," Iris gasps as you grab her by the waist, lifting her onto a nearby workbench. Her lab coat falls open, revealing she's wearing nothing underneath—per your topless mandate for all servants. Her enhanced curves are on full display as you roughly spread her legs.
Across the lab, Maxine has already bent Cassandra over her workstation. The nanite-enhanced assistant moans loudly as Maxine retrieves a gleaming metallic strap-on from a drawer, the device humming with energy as she secures it around her waist.
"The ark reactor production is progressing 42% ahead of schedule," Maxine reports professionally, even as she positions herself behind Cassandra. "The first functional prototype exceeded energy output expectations by a factor of—"
Cassandra's cry of pleasure interrupts her as Maxine thrusts the vibrating strap-on deep inside her assistant. You mirror the action with Iris, your massive shaft stretching her as you enter her with one powerful motion.
"Continue the report," you command, establishing a steady rhythm with Iris, who wraps her legs around your waist.
Maxine nods, her blonde hair bouncing with each thrust into Cassandra. "The repulsor engine integration is complete. We've successfully miniaturized the technology to fit within standard aircraft engine housings while maintaining 837% increased thrust capacity."
Iris clutches at your shoulders, her body rocking with each powerful thrust. "The—oh god—the fuel efficiency calculations show—fuck!—show virtually unlimited flight range," she manages between moans.
"Victoria's acquisition of Atlantic Airways provides the perfect testing platform," Maxine continues, increasing her pace with Cassandra, whose face is pressed against the holographic display, distorting the schematics with each impact. "Their fleet can be retrofitted within two weeks, with commercial flights beginning by month's end."
You lift Iris off the workbench, supporting her weight effortlessly as you bounce her on your shaft. "And the safety protocols?" you ask, your voice steady despite the intensity of your actions.
"Complete redundancy systems," Cassandra gasps out, her body shaking as Maxine pounds into her. "Even total power failure would—oh fuck—allow conventional landing capabilities."
Maxine reaches around to grab Cassandra's bouncing breasts, using them as handles to pull her assistant back onto the strap-on with greater force. "The perception fields will ensure passengers remain unaware of the technology. They'll simply notice the absence of turbulence and dramatically reduced flight times."
Iris is close to orgasm now, her inner walls clenching around you as you increase your pace. "We've also added spatial expansion technology for first-class cabins," she pants. "Passengers will experience triple the space without changing the external dimensions of the aircraft."
"Excellent work," you growl, feeling your own climax approaching as Iris tightens around you.
Across the lab, Maxine has increased the vibration setting on her strap-on, causing Cassandra to scream in pleasure. "The best part," Maxine adds, her voice husky with exertion, "is that these technologies are completely undetectable by conventional scanning methods. The airline industry will be revolutionized without anyone understanding how."
With a final thrust, you fill Iris with your essence, triggering her own powerful orgasm. Her scientific composure completely abandoned, she screams your name as her body convulses with pleasure. Simultaneously, Cassandra collapses onto the workstation as Maxine delivers a final, powerful thrust, the assistant's body shaking with the intensity of her climax.
"Report received and approved," you announce with satisfaction, still holding Iris's trembling body against yours. "When can I see the first retrofitted aircraft?"
Maxine carefully removes the strap-on, helping Cassandra stand on shaky legs. "Tomorrow afternoon. The prototype is already installed in the presidential suite of Atlantic Airways' flagship Boeing 787. Victoria has arranged a private demonstration flight."
Iris, still impaled on your shaft, manages to add, "We've also incorporated complete disinfection protocols between flights and designed the economy seating to provide first-class comfort levels without changing ticket prices."
"Perfect," you reply, slowly lowering Iris back to her feet, your seed dripping down her thighs. "I look forward to the demonstration."
Maxine approaches, wiping sweat from her brow, a satisfied smile on her face. "Science is so much more enjoyable since you transformed me," she admits, leaning in to kiss you passionately while her assistants struggle to regain their composure.