The orange sun beat down on the sands of Valencia Island. Brock looked out of the window of the Professor's laboratory, taking in the surrounding scenery. Krabbys scuttled about on the warm beach, and the shadows of pidgeys dancing over them. He sipped his coffee and simply basked in the beauty of his newfound home. Staying with Professor Ivy had not been an especially easy decision for him, but since his friends had left the island, he hadn't regretted it. His thoughts were pleasantly interrupted as he heard the door to the lab swing open, the hinges groaning quietly as the heavy door moved to let the natural light into the still lab. Brock turned to meet the pleasant eyes of Professor Ivy, who wordlessly flashed him a smile, her sleepy eyes glancing up and down his body. Brock met her gaze, doing his best to remain eye contact. He took in her dark brown eyes, her round, full lips, her delicate neck...
"How did you sleep?" she asked as she inspected some sort of lab equipment. Dials and knobs decorated the machine, and lights flashed brilliantly as she worked.
"I didn't really sleep much, but thanks Professor," Brock replied, glancing towards the adjacent doorway that held the living areas for both himself and Ivy. "The room is excellent though. A lot more comfortable than camping back in Kanto."
The Professor laughed, a loud, musical chime that Brock figured the joke didn't really deserve, but he appreciated it anyways.
"Please," she smiled, "call me Ivy." She went back to her lab equipment, this time tampering with something that resembled an incubator. It seemed fairly complex and required her attention, so Brock figured he was safe to let his eyes wander. he took in her slim figure, her graceful legs, her perfect ass. She was bent over now, leaning to adjust some sort of dial. His eyes roamed back up to her breasts, imagining the feel of them, their weight, her round, rosy buds. Several buttons on her lab coat were open, giving him a better view of her as he leaned to the left, feigning to look out the window. Had she simply not bothered to button it up as she got dressed? Or did she intentionally leave it open to let him admire her? He wasn't sure, so he decided to keep the conversation going.
"Professor, I need to be honest here. I don't really know my role here. I wanted to stay to help you, and I mean that, but I have no idea the kind of research you do here, and can't help but feel like all I'm doing is getting in the way."
The Professor stopped tampering with the machine. For a moment, Brock was worried he had upset her. He was worried he was correct, and she had realized that he really was a burden. What if she kicked him out? She stayed like that for a minute, staring at the machine, before rising up and striding over to him. She wore an attractive pair of heels that clacked loudly as she approached him. She stood in front of him intimidatingly close, and stared at him with those sleepy eyes. Her expression was blank.
"Brock," she started, taking one step closer. He was close enough to smell her. "I wanted your help here. Not because I thought you were a scientist, but because I wanted you." Fruity. She definitely smelled like fruit. "I wanted you be here. To be with me. To... help me." Abruptly she reached out, her small hand gripping his manhood. Brock went rigid. She leaned forward, so close that a hair couldn't have comfortably fit between the two of them. Her hand was burning under his pants. Her eyes met his as she gave a single pump. Brock's mouth hung open, but no noise came out. He couldn't move. She pumped again. His muscles went tight. Again she pumped, her hand pushing and pulling him. He couldn't take it. Professor Ivy smiled at him as he finished, locking up and gasping for air. She retracted her hand. Clean as a whistle.
"Now, why don't you go clean yourself up. I have some research to finish up, and then we can both not sleep together." she said with a mischievous wink. Brock wasn't able to respond. He simply nodded and left the lab in a daze.