Sarah awoke to a cockroach scuttling near her head. It seemed perplexed that its path was hindered by an unyielding object. Demonstrating an intelligence that belied its humble insect existence, it scurried off seeking another point of entry - one where its journey would not be interrupted.

Somewhat upset by her loss in this battle of wits, Sarah bellowed the obvious, "Rita, you have roaches." She did not elaborate on the inherent lack of cleanliness required to have such a visitor. After a deafening silence filled only by the distant hum of cars on asphalt, she added, "We need to call an exterminator before your parents find out."

Rita replied sarcastically, "Or maybe you just need to get off of the kitchen floor." she said confidently, as she sauntered in. Her curves filled out her SKIMS Onyx Soft Smoothing Seamless Leggings and Bralette. The Bralette couldn't contain her mountainous globes, and they jiggled as she walked. The Leggings wrapped around her thick thighs and plump derriere, showcasing every single curve of her body.

Sarah, still sprawled on the kitchen floor, looked up at her friend, then glanced around the cramped apartment. "Fine, Rita, I'll rise above this roach-infested den. But only because I want to go out and get drunk." Sarah grumbled as she stood up and dusted off her skimpy club dress. The two friends looked at each other, a wordless exchange passing between them.

Sarah frowned at Rita, "Damn, girl. You even dyed your hair like hers too? I didn't notice it last night, must have been the way the light hit it." Sarah noted as she finally stood straight.

Confused, Rita pulled on a strand of hair until it was in her line of sight and gasped. It was indeed raven black, not the brown she had grown accustomed to. An epiphany hit her like a tsunami, and she stumbled backward in shock. Sarah leapt up to break her fall, their eyes locked.

Sarah whispered, "What's the matter, Rita?"

Speechless and trembling, Rita pointed at the mirror in the hallway. Sarah followed Rita's unsteady gaze. Her jaw dropped as she took in the woman staring back at them.

The mirror reflected a picture of Rita that was all too unfamiliar. It wasn't just the hair - her eyeliner was thicker, the color of her eyeshadow was deeper, and her lips were glossed. Who was this stranger?

Rita stared at her reflection in disbelief. She looked like a femme fatale, a vixen, a seductress—all the things she had never dared to be.

"I-I don't know," Rita stammered, struggling to reconcile the woman in the mirror with her own identity. "I don't know who I am anymore."

Sarah wrapped her arms around Rita, offering comfort as she whispered reassurances into her ear. "It's okay. It's okay. As we say in the business, 'last known good,' when was that?" she asked Rita in a hushed tone, patting Rita’s back gently.

Rita mumbled, "Before I met that handsome, sexy doctor." She clamped her mouth shut, realizing that she mentioned him out loud.

"What doctor?" Sarah asked, her brow furrowing in concern.

Rita sighed, "Dr. Michael Aphrodite. I went for mandatory vaccinations for graduate school." She explained.

"Okay, okay, so the Doc gave you a drug." Sarah started but was interrupted by Rita.

"No, no. He's a professional, he wouldn't do that." Rita said, shaking her head vigorously.

Sarah's anger rose, "Bullshit, Rita. He could have slipped you something, anything. Do you remember every moment from your visit to his clinic?"

Rita paused, her memories of that day blurry and indistinct. "No, I don't." She admitted, tears brimming in her eyes. "There was one shot that hurt worse than the others, though. It was the last one—the one the Doc himself administered." Rita recalled with a tremble in her voice. "Fuck, he was so hot. I couldn't stop thinking about him afterwards."

Sarah noticed the smoldering look in her friend's eyes and the change in her posture. She took a step back, realizing that something different was happening to Rita.

"I'm getting the police and we're raiding that fuck's office. The police know me better than him, so yeah, yeah, they'll listen to me." Sarah declared, her voice full of determination and rage. She snatched her phone from the table and started to dial 911, but Rita's hand on her arm made her stop.

"No, don't, Sarah, please." Rita whispered, her eyes pleading. "I can't do that, not yet. I need to see him again, to talk to him, to understand what happened." She took a deep breath and continued, "And I need to confront him, to make him understand the pain he's caused me. I need to do this for me, Sarah. Please, please understand," Rita implored, her voice thick with emotion.

"Fuck, the call isn't going through. It must be the service around here. I am going directly to the station and make a report." Sarah said as she started toward and opened the apartment door. "YOU, stay here! Don't go anywhere. For the love of Pete, don't go anywhere he's at." Sarah warned, glancing at Rita worriedly before slamming the door shut behind her.

Rita stood motionless, her mind replaying the memory of Dr. Aphrodite's firm grip on her arm as he administered the vaccine. She had assumed it was just her heightened nerves, but thinking back, she realized there was an intimacy to the way he had touched her. Her thoughts went wild, contemplating whether he had known all along about the effects of the drug he had given her.

But her curiosity got the best of her as a notification chirped on her laptop, pulling her out of her daydream. This time it was a text message instead of an animated gif.

Her heart began racing as she read the cryptic message. "Dear Rita, I would like to personally invite you to our facility for further exploration of the effects of your recent vaccine. I assure you; my intentions are purely scientific, and I am excited to explore this phenomenon with you. Below are the travel directions and coordinates you'll need to find the entrance once you arrive. Tell no one else. Michael."

Rita's voice trembled as she said his name. She grabbed a SKIMS Track Jacket as she bolted out the door of her apartment, not heeding Sarah's warning. The sun shone miserably on her as she walked to her car, the heat made her brow damp. Despite her mounting sense of trepidation, her heartbeat sped with anticipation.

She followed the directions to the facility, a sprawling subterranean laboratory nestled in an excavated cave. The dimly lit entrance beckoned, an iridescent sign flickered above the doorway, reminding Rita of the mysterious messages she'd been receiving.

Stomach in knots, she hesitantly entered the labyrinthine facility. Unfamiliar sights and mysterious machinations surrounded her, and yet her heart raced with curiosity. She was no longer in control; her fate now tied to that of her enigmatic benefactor.

She descended further, her excitement mounting with each step. The building was teeming with life, humming like a beehive. Employees scurried about; heads buried in their tasks. Some wore white lab coats, others dark suits.

But all had an air of secrecy about them.

Rita wondered if she was making a mistake, coming alone to this mysterious place? She took a deep breath, her mind made up, and continued her journey.

Suddenly, the dimly lit hallway opened up to a laboratory room. Rita gasped as her eyes met with the man she had been longing for, Dr. Michael Aphrodite.

"Wow! You came, and quickly. Come here, come here, come here," he said in a rushed, hushed tone, waving off other employees that reached for their radios at the sight of Rita.

"You're early, and you're the only one here." Michael walked around his desk, and Rita followed. She knew that her actions were at least partially influenced by the vaccine, but she couldn't stop.

He traced his finger from her chin, up to her lips, and finally rested it on her cheek. "You're flushed. You're so beautiful, Rita."

Without another word, Michael's lips were on Rita's, and she tasted the sweetness of his lips. As he pulled away, he sighed, "I'm sorry, we won't have much time. This now, then I'll explain. I'm promised the virgins, you see. And you..." He trailed off, gazing into Rita's deep brown eyes. "You'll understand soon enough."

Michael quickly began removing Rita's Bralette, exposing her tanned, supple skin. His hands roamed her body, caressing her breasts and tracing the curves of her waist. She let out a soft moan as his touch sent waves of pleasure throughout her body.

Without a word, Rita pulled Michael's shirt over his head, revealing his toned chest and abs. She ran her hands over his muscles, feeling the heat emanating from his body.

He tugged at her Leggings, pulling them down and revealing her smooth, bare thighs. His touch was electric, sending shivers down her spine as he traced his fingers along her skin.

Rita let out a low moan as Michael's lips found hers again, his tongue exploring her mouth with a hunger that matched her own. His hands were all over her, touching and caressing every inch of her body. She could feel the growing bulge in his pants, pressing against her.

Michael broke the kiss, leaving Rita panting and breathless.

He began to unzip his pants, his arousal evident.

Rita tugged at his pants, pulling them down to reveal his thick, throbbing cock. She couldn't help but stare at it for a moment, admiring its size and girth.

It was the biggest she had ever seen, which admittedly wasn’t saying much. She wrapped her hand around it and began to stroke, eliciting another groan from Michael.

He reached for her, pulling her closer and kissing her deeply. His hands roamed her body, cupping her breasts once again. He rolled her nipples between his fingers, causing her to moan into his mouth.

"I want you, Kim," He whispered, breaking the kiss. "I want to take your virginity." He whispered, pulling away and looking into her eyes with a feral hunger that was both exciting and terrifying. "Before SHE comes."

Rita felt her heart race as she looked into Michael's eyes, she felt a mix of fear, excitement, and anticipation. "Okay." She said bravely, her voice trembling.

Michael pulled Rita close, she could feel his desire pulsing between her legs as his hand rubbed circles into her labia. She gasped at the sudden contact, her insides clenching with anticipation and lust.

"Thank you, Kim." He whispered into her ear, nibbling on her earlobe and causing her to shiver.

He moved his hand down her body, lifting her up by the ass and setting her on the edge of the table, the cool metal causing her to gasp.

Slowly, deliberately, he spread her legs wide, revealing her wet pussy to him. He groaned at the sight, a primal hunger taking over him. He started his engorged tip into her entrance, teasing her with shallow thrusts.

"Oh, fuck, Michael!" Rita cried out, her back arching as she felt him enter her.

Michael looked into her eyes, his gaze burning with lust as he slowly pushed himself deeper inside of her. He stretched her to the brink, filling her to the hilt, and breaking her barrier.

"Fuck, you're so fucking tight, Kim," he groaned, his voice hoarse with desire.

He started to move his hips, slowly at first, but quickly building up a steady rhythm. His thrusts were deep and powerful, filling her completely and bringing her to the brink of orgasm in mere moments.

Rita threw her head back, her raven black hair cascading down her back. She wrapped her legs around Michael's waist, pulling him deeper inside of her. She could feel every inch of him as he moved inside of her, and the sensation was almost too much to bear.

She moaned loudly as he picked up his pace, thrusting into her harder and faster. She could feel her orgasm building deep within her, and she knew it was going to be a powerful one.

"Harder, harder!" Rita cried out, her voice a hoarse whisper. Michael obliged, slamming into her with such force that the table screeched across the floor. Her breasts bounced with each thrust, her nipples hard as diamonds.

Michael couldn't resist her pull, his mouth finding one nipple and sucking it deeper into his mouth with each thrust.

“Oh, God, Michael!” she screamed as her orgasm hit her like a tidal wave. Her back arched off the table, her hands clawing at the cool metal beneath her.

Michael continued to piston in and out of her, his own climax building. He could feel her walls quivering around him, pulling him deeper with every pulse. With one final thrust, he buried himself to the hilt and let go.

Rita could feel him pulsing inside of her, filling her with his warmth as he roared out his climax, "Goddamn, Kim, you're incredible!"

They lay wrapped in each other's arms, panting and spent. Their bodies glistening with sweat, and their hearts beating wildly. The afterglow of their lovemaking was interrupted by a sudden chill in the air, as if the room had grown somehow colder.

Michael tensed, his gaze flicking to something behind Rita.

"Fuck," he whispered, just as the lab doors burst open.

In marched her idol, Kim Kardashian herself, with a retinue of security guards and managers.