Dirty Mind Test 소설 & 이야기

"I'm ready. What's the first test?" I smiled, gesturing to the technicians. "We'll be testing your mind, time, energy, and technical skills. Each test is designed to evaluate a different aspect of your abilities." The technicians led Maxine to a large, circular device that hummed with energy. "This is the Neuro-Cognitive Simulator," one of the technicians explained. "It will test your mental agility, problem-solving skills, and strategic thinking." Maxine nodded, her eyes locked onto the device. "Let's do this."

I said in a mocking voice. “Am just giving a suggestion, it wouln’t hurt to take a test” She said. “I have three of the test kits here.” She said and I asked why. “Scott fucks me almost every day, I need it to keep my sanity” She explained and I gagged. “I don’t need to know about your sex” was my reply before grabbinng the kit and heading towards the bathroom. “How maany minutes are we suppose to wait for?” I asked.

And yet there I was, staring at two bold, undeniable lines. F**k my life. I sat on the toilet lid until Mandi knocked softly. She took the test from my hand, wrapped it in toilet paper, and dropped it into the Hazardous Material bin by the sink. “Nobody will dig through that,” she whispered. “It gets incinerated.” She swept the room once more, making sure nothing remained to find, then walked me back to my bedroom. I sank onto the edge of the bed and held onto her hand like it was the only solid thing available.

"You like taking me here? Where could anyone hear?" I couldn't answer, couldn't do anything but nod frantically against his palm, my eyes squeezed shut as I rode out the overwhelming sensation. The humiliation of the position, bent over in a dirty bathroom stall, pants around my ankles, being taken so roughly, should have horrified me. Instead, it was pushing me closer to the edge, the illicit nature of the act acting like a drug. "Good," he grunted, satisfied by my submission. "Then take it."

Anthony groaned, fingers tangled in Joshua’s hair, fucking his face with shallow thrusts while Joshua moaned around him, one hand reaching back to finger his own hole. The smell of sweat and sex hit me like a wall. My brain completely short-circuited. Heat rushed to my face, stomach churning violently. I spun around fast and bolted back outside, barely making it to the bushes before I threw up, heaving until my throat burned and my eyes watered. Marcus followed me out, looking worried. “Are you good, man?” I shoved his hand off my shoulder, wiping my mouth with my sleeve. “What do you mean, am I good? Bro, I just walked in on Joshua and Anthony fucking in your sitting room. You better have a

“Yes! Yes, I’d let them all fuck me— please— I need this job!” I was broken. Completely. And every time I came, screaming, squirting, shaking, my mind drifted back to the one-way mirror. Are you hard, Sinclair? Are you stroking that thick white cock while you watch them ruin your secretary? The director touched her earpiece again, her voice almost excited. “Mr. Sinclair says it’s time for the final test. Double penetration. Make sure she earns this position.” They didn’t hesitate. One man lay on the table and pulled me on top of him, sinking his cock deep into my soaked pussy. Another moved behind me, pressing the thick head of his cock against my tight ass.

But you're going to anyways. I slipped my hand inside. The voices in the other room blurred into background noise. Oliver's low laugh. Marcus's sharp commentary. Ethan's occasional grunts. The thud of a controller hitting the couch. They were right there. Three guys, fhree pairs of hands and definetely three sets of eyes that could walk through my door at any second. I pressed two fingers against my clit, just pressure, just a tease that made my hips bucked. “Fuckkk……aahhhhh” i moaned, hands digging faster.

I needed a yes or no answer. I ripped open the package and held the digital stick in my head. Now to test. ... "My god, how long does this take?!" I paced the bathroom as the digital test loaded the result. The instructions said 3 minutes, but it felt like an eternity. "Hurry up you piece of shit!" I held the test in my hand, hoping the result would miraculously appear, but the screen still had the loading bar. "Come on, you're killing me." Was I really screaming at a piece of plastic?

Shane shoves me into the bathroom, “Do you need some water?” A frown creeps on my face, “Why?” “You know, to make you pee,” Shane replies as he opens the tap. “Just privacy will do,” I mumble. “Okay, well I’m here if you need anything.” Shane slams the door shut, “ I’m right outside!” I let out a sigh, well let's just get it over with. *** My hands tremble as I gaze at the small plastic sticks in front of me. My heart is pounding against my chest, and the weight of uncertainty is pressing heavily upon my shoulders as I wait anxiously for the results. As the first one shows my fear to be true, I gasp.

“What are you talking about?” “The tests are mirrors, dear. It means that they will reflect what you are really made of. In your case, I hope that the testing will take a couple of hours. No test has a theory. Everything is practical. They will put you in different scenarios to show that you have the five skills. For you dear, the speed, agility and defense tests will be quick. You are excellent on those points. They will take time to debate the points of strategy and strength. You must show how intelligent you are and, at the second point, there is not only muscle strength. Inner strength is the most significant thing that the test evaluates.”