You feel the twitch in your bowels at his words; almost imperceptible, but present as he continues to gloat. How long ago was the gala? Your mind reels as you retrace the recent days, searching your memory for tell-tale signs of infection.
"${name}?" Andreas says with a devious grin. "Have you heard of Burock Worms or haven't you?"
"I have," you manage to force out as you glare at him.
You've heard of them before; a parasitic worm that exerts control over its host, causing them to act erratically. The more you focus on the sensation, the more acutely you feel something moving inside. He strolls around your office, brushing his hand over the shelf as he approaches the desk.
"You know, this was supposed to be my office," he says quietly. "Before you stole my promotion from me."
"I was picked because of my diplomatic acumen," you respond. "Based on the tantrum you threw, I'd say I was the right choice after all."
"I've spent over a decade kowtowing to aliens," he hisses, his face twisting in anger before he calms himself, stroking his hair. "But I have a feeling the position will be opening up soon."
"Is that a threat?" you ask him with a smirk.
"More of a hunch," he says as he places a small vial on your desk and uncorks it. "Curious things, Burock Worms. Even though their pheromones are imperceptible to humans, I'm told they have quite an effect on the worm; driving the host into a fit of lust."
The worm thrashes inside you. Your heart races and your mind is filled with a singular desire to breed. Smiling, Andreas pulls out a small camera.
"What?" you ask as the worm's mental onslaught takes you. "Andreas, you wouldn't..."
"I wouldn't help a bitch in heat?" he coos, feigning offense. "If you beg hard enough, of course I'd let you!"
You want to hate him, but your focus wavers. Despite your frustration, you can only fix your eyes on his crotch. You'll put and end to this just as soon as you relieve your need. You hear a beep as he starts recording.
"Now, beg," he says.