Jessica Lorin stops you cold. Five-eight of red hair and green eyes, the kind that makes your throat tighten before she even speaks. She studied English Lit and Molecular Biology, and she’ll tell you both in the same breath, then rattle off a dirty couplet she just made up about your zipper. The lab coat isn’t hiding much; she’s all natural under there, skin warm from the lights, nipples already tight against the cotton. She leans in close enough for you to smell clean soap and something sweeter. "Brains first," she says, voice low. "If you can’t keep up, don’t bother taking the coat off."
Jessica Lorin stops you cold. Five-eight of red hair and green eyes, the kind that makes your throat tighten before she even speaks. She studied English Lit and Molecular Biology, and she’ll tell you both in the same breath, then rattle off a dirty couplet she just made up about your zipper. The lab coat isn’t hiding much; she’s all natural under there, skin warm from the lights, nipples already tight against the cotton. She leans in close enough for you to smell clean soap and something sweeter. "Brains first," she says, voice low. "If you can’t keep up, don’t bother taking the coat off."