Interning at PRIC

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My hometown of Camrose doesn’t really offer a lot for a technically-minded girl, especially one majoring in comp sci. I had just about resigned myself to hanging around on campus at UofA for the spring break when I spotted an internship at the Porcine Research Institute in Camrose (PRIC):

Internship: Join an innovative research team and contribute to our world-leading team in swine research and the Canadian pig industry. The successful applicant will be placed with a research team investigating efficient AI solutions. This position is open to all science majors for the final years of a BSc or BE or related degree to post-graduate diploma level. The internship runs for ten weeks and is partially funded by the Canadian Research Council and contributes course credits to those degree programs requiring practical work experience.

While I didn’t know much about pigs, I did know a lot about AI, so it sounded like a great fit for me. Many of my comp sci papers dealt with machine learning and the previous year I had completed an internship where we used tensor flow neural models to evaluate chemical aging in the pulp and paper industry. Do I need to mention that I’m an A-grader, I find this sort of thing easy.

So, I sent in my CV and was duly offered an interview. I was quietly confident.

Still come interview day I was a bundle of nerves. While I’m academically strong, putting myself forward in public situations is not something I enjoy. Granted an interview is not really a public performance, but I get always get anxious that I will not measure up to expectation.

I wear a plain white blouse and blue skirt. Good practical and professional looking clothes.

I’m met at reception by David who heads up the Research and Development team. He takes me to a rather cosy meeting room with a nice couch and goes over the basics of the interview process. While he is doing this, two other guys come in. The first, James, call me Jim, is dark and damn handsome; the other Stephen is wearing overalls! What?

Actually all three men are pretty good looking, at least compared to the boys in my comp sci classes. Of course, they’re all older than me. I guess Jim and Stephen were early thirties and David somewhat older. They look confident, competent, and friendly. Stephen’s eyes linger on my chest, but the other two are happy to meet my eyes.

Most of my interaction with men (well, boys) are those in my classes. And about the most daring and least creepy of those would be Daniel. He tried to get me to show him my boobs once, nominally so he could model them with cosine curves! “Umm, no.” Anyway, I digress.

David says that he has something else he needs to do, but Jim and Stephen will chat with me about the project and not to worry as everyone is pretty informal at PRIC. I can’t help but blush slightly at hearing that name said out loud for the first time.

Jim begins by asking me to talk about myself. This is the part I always hate. I start talking about my degree and slowly relax as the words began to flow. I described some of my previous machine learning work, but noticed increasingly blank looks from Jim and Stephen. Apparently something was not quite right with my pitch.

I decide to cut short further details and finish with a couple of personal notes about how I’m involved with a dance group, squash, and member of a young women in science association.

Jim says, “Thanks for that Linda. Let me tell you a bit of background about PRIC before we get to the actual project.”

He went on to describe how the purpose of the Institute is to assist pig farmers throughout Canada, by helping with tracking animals, genomics, fertility and passel quality, best practice for farming, and so on.

Farmers buy shares in PRIC and in turn get the benefits of anything developed at the institute. In recent years, profits from pig farming have been good, so there is a reasonable amount of money available for research.

“So this brings me to the specific project for the internship. Basically we are working on developing a new artificial insemination device that is suitable for use on the farm. We do some computer work around the design and feed that through to our fabrication lab for prototyping. Then it comes back here are we test in the lab and, depending on how that goes, Stephen trials it in the pens. That’s about it.”

The penny dropped, artificial insemination, AI, not artificial intelligence. No wonder their eyes had started to glaze over earlier.

“You would be mostly working with me in the offices here, but potentially also with Stephen. There are other R&D projects going on in parallel and you will get to come along to various meetings to hear about those as well.”

Working out what their notion of AI was had left me flummoxed. This wasn’t really what I was looking for. It sounded like there was some computer work involved, but not the really technical stuff I liked. I could already feel this slipping halkalı escort away from me, along with a rising panic that I hadn’t bothered to apply for internships anywhere else.

I desperately tried to think of a couple of relevant questions. I asked a couple of lame questions about hours and dress standard, before thinking to ask about what software and operating system they use.

Jim quickly answered and Stephen added a couple of further comments about the chance to be outdoors for some of the work (as if that was a major bonus). And that was it, a brief stop at David’s office on the way out, “We will be in touch one way or the other later this week.”

I hopped back into my car feeling quite despondent. I almost cried. There were going to be much better candidates than me for this. No doubt the position would go to some wannabe farmer type.

Wednesday: nothing.

Thursday: nothing.

Friday: David called. I had been successful and could I start the following Monday. Yes! What a relief.

Come Monday, I was pretty excited. My PRIC experience started with a general tour of the facility. Overall, the place is a lot bigger than I imagined. I was shown around all the departments from admin through to where Stephen worked in semen collection and application in “the pens”.

I soon learned that an earthy humor pervaded the place. There were lots of in-house jokes revolving around semen, PRICs, boars, sows, and gilts. I found myself blushing a lot those first few days.

Jim helped me get up to speed on the project and I worked closely with him. Essentially we were working on a device that could be used to impregnate the sows. It consisted of a chilled reservoir for holding the semen which could then be directed down a tubular spout which was to be inserted into the sow.

The idea was a trigger could then be pulled to dispense a carefully controlled amount of semen, delivering directly to where it would be most effective. Picture something like a pistol, but with a larger rounder chamber, and you will be close to what Jim had designed.

Stephen’s role was largely limited to testing prototypes and providing feedback on the ergonomics and ease of use.

There were other development projects going on in the same lab and there were other women who worked in the lab. So I did not completely lack for female company. I was getting a more comfortable with the lingo of PRIC to the extent that I no longer blushed every time semen was mentioned. Sexual innuendo seemed pervasive with many of the female employees giving as good as they received.

My first weeks were spent learning about the computer-aided-design software used to construct the files which were then fed to the 3D printers to fabricate the prototypes. The hardest parts of the design revolved around getting the exact right measure of semen out of the chilled reservoir, down through the spout, and with sufficient velocity that it didn’t all end up stuck in the tubes.

Real boar semen was too precious for regular use in our lab experiments, so we used something called S3 (more fully ‘synthetic swine semen’) which was carefully formulated to have similar physical properties to the real thing.

Because R&D did not interact with actual clients (i.e., farmers and their agents), the work hours were flexible. It was common for some of the research time to work late into the evening early in the week, so that they could skip Friday altogether. Jim, in particular, liked working this way, and I fell into keeping roughly the same hours as he did.

Once a week management allowed for each staff member to have a couple of beers or wine on site. Just enough to show appreciation, but not such much that employees would get done for DUI or similar. Most of the Institute did this on a Friday, but because of the number of R&D staff skipping Friday, we tended to do this on Wednesday.

During the Wednesday of my seventh week of the internship, we finally received the first of the real reservoirs to use with the device. Up until this point we had been using a simple plastic cylinder, but the real deal was more like a miniature thermos flask with two glass layers separated by a modest vacuum. These had been manufactured off-site and the supplier had been convinced to provide a couple of examples on the grounds that a large order would occur when the device went into production.

Jim and I spent most of the day making fiddly changes that would allow the rest of our device to mate cleanly with the reservoirs. We very close to getting it done, so returned to the lab after drinks eager to get it working. We had the lab to ourselves, although that was not unusual.

Finally we had it ready to test, so Jim headed to the fridge to grab a couple of units of S3 for testing.

Jim returned rather quickly, “I guess we wont be testing tonight after all.”

“Why?”

“We’re completely out of semen.”

What happened olgun escort next I blame on the alcohol and the typical language around PRIC. It obviously had nothing to do with the fact that over the weeks I had become increasing attracted to my effective boss. I really couldn’t explain my attraction to him. If nothing else he was too old for me.

I said, “I thought you guys had your own personal inexhaustible supply of that?”

“We do, but we need assistance for reliable delivery.”

“That’s my job in a nutshell, assistant.”

That was the cusp moment. The moment where either one of us could have laughed it off. The moment where we could or should have just gone home and left the problem for the next day.

Instead we found ourselves looking into each other’s eyes. My throat had gone a little dry, I became very aware of my nipples hardening against my bra. My tongue moved to moisten my lips.

For his part, Jim had taken on a light blush as if he was hot under the collar. More telling was the noticeable bulge in evidence around his groin.

Jim said, “Well come assist.”

I went to him placing my hand against his bulge.

His hands came up onto my shoulders and he gently pushed me down to my knees.

I used my hands to undo his belt and open his trousers. His erection was already poking through the top of his underwear. I tugged them down and his very full penis sprang out inches away from my face.

Jim entwined his hands in my hair and lightly pulled me towards his penis. But I detest giving oral, so wanted to avoid taking him in my mouth. At the same time I didn’t want to come across as a tease.

To play for time I said, “Let me remove my top.”

I started to unbutton my blouse, but it was too slow for Jim’s liking. I had only top button undone when he grabbed it pulling it open and sending a couple of buttons flying.

He pulled the blouse down off my shoulders trapping my arms in the sleeves. He didn’t bother with my bra, just giving that the same treatment, pulling the straps down my arms until the cups were free of my boobs.

His hands went to work on my swollen nipples as I continued to struggle to free my arms.

I was getting very wet further south. The rational part of me was still saying slow down and that penetrative sex would be a very bad idea, but right then my pussy had its own idea on what needed to happen. If I had been completely naked at that point, I doubt I could have resisted the temptation.

But good old brain reasserted itself with justifications like we were only doing this for science.

Jim’s hands had returned to my head and he was again directing me towards his straining erection.

“Not the mouth Jim, we need the semen.”

He grunted with frustration.

“Boobs. Use my boobs.”

He understood what I meant. His hands moved to my back and lifted me towards him, until his cock was nestled between my breasts. I have big firm breasts, so his penis snuggled nicely between them.

As Jim started to move, my nipples rubbed against his body heightening my own arousal.

But it just wasn’t slippery enough, there was a little precum on his tip and I had a slight sheen of sweat, but it wasn’t going to make him cum any time soon. I tried dribbling some saliva down onto his cock. That helped a little, but this just wasn’t working.

My hands were still trapped in my clothes so I could directly assist. I tried to make encouraging noises. It different circumstances that might have been enough, but we were in the lab with chemical smells, hard surfaces, and machine noises. Jim’s cock was actually starting to soften.

Since I didn’t want actual intercourse, there wasn’t really any other choice but to take him into my mouth. I licked up and down his shaft to give it a bit more lubrication, then took him into my mouth.

He twisted one hand into my hair to encourage me deeper. With his other hand he went back to fondling my breasts.

I could feel his penis stiffen further and suddenly my mouth was filled with semen. This is precisely why I hate giving head, as the taste doesn’t agree with me.

Jim quickly pulled out and the remainder went all over my chest and boobs. Jim used his own hand to milk more semen out of his penis onto my chest. Meanwhile I was retching on the load of semen in my mouth trying to spit it out. It dribbled down my chin and ran down onto my boobs.

Jim was busy apologizing, but I remained focused and told him to grab a beaker which he scraped around my chest to scoop up what could be saved.

There was a definite feeling that everything had got out of hand. Jim was looking pretty sheepish and I felt like an idiot. How had we gotten into this ridiculous situation.

The only sensible approach was to continue as if this was a valid scientific endeavor. That wasn’t likely to happen while my boobs were still şişli escort on display. Thankfully, I had finally freed my hands, so I closed my blouse and covered myself.

Meanwhile Jim has tucked himself away.

I was avoiding looking at him, but said, “Looks like we have enough.”

“Yes, that should do it.”

Jim handed me the beaker and with the help of a small spatula I transferred the semen from beaker into the reservoir on the device. It barely filled a third of the reservoir.

Jim said, “Should be enough for a test.”

“Yes, we’ve tested with less S3 than that previously.”

We were both keen to talk up the amount we had rescued, since I don’t think either of us wanted to suggest trying for more.

We actually have synthetic vaginas for testing with. They are made by Nasco in the United States. There are rumors that some of the male staff have personally tested the vaginas, but I find it rather unlikely. I certainly couldn’t imagine Jim doing so and he was the one with free access to them — well and me of course — and the lab technicians who clean them. Well, okay, I suppose any one in R\&D could get their hands on one. It still seemed unlikely to me.

Anyway, Jim got one off the shelf and we each took a turn at inserting the barrel of the inseminator into the vagina and pulling the trigger. There was really only enough for one pull each, thereafter it was shooting blanks so to speak.

We checked that the semen had properly dispersed into the vagina (which it apparently had). Afterward we flushed through water the inseminator and vagina. Finally we put everything on the bench for the technicians to sterilize the next morning, hopefully without any trace of Jim’s semen.

By this time it was after nine and my chest was developing an itch from the residue of the semen that had dried onto my boobs.

“Linda, look I’m sorry okay, are you alright?”

I didn’t actually know what or how I should feel. On the one hand I was kind of disgusted and felt rather dirty. On the other hand, it had been exciting and fun. Everything that happened had been as much my fault as his.

“I’m fine, let’s just forget it,” I said.

“You can have tomorrow off if you like.”

I told him that would be great and then we left the office.

At home I started a hot shower, but I had to cut it short because the staccato rhythm of the water started to arouse me. I was having a hard time putting Jim out of my mind — or rather out of other parts of my body.

The next day I was feeling fine, so decided to go into PRIC as per usual. There was plenty of work to keep my mind occupied. First, I filled in a requisition for more S3 and took that to David for approval. David uncharacteristically didn’t have much on, so he spent a while quizzing me on how the project was coming along.

Once I got back to the lab, Jim suggested I go find Stephen and see if he could be persuaded to do some field testing the following week. I thought I would be uncomfortable around Jim, but nothing was further from the truth. I now felt we had a deeper connection and we resumed our usual banter.

I found Stephen just before lunch and so ended up going to the cafeteria with him. A light salad for me, a meat pie and fries for Stephen.

I questioned his choice in food.

Stephen laughed, “Yeah, it’s no wonder you look better than I do.”

Over lunch he said we could start testing on Monday and why didn’t I come down to the pens to watch. I thought it would be a good idea to maintain a little distance from Jim, so I readily agreed.

Back in the lab there were still some modifications to be made to better improve the fit of the reservoir to the release valve. The time passed quickly and soon I was off home again. Due to the extra hours earlier in the week, I had Friday off.

My mind kept turning to Jim all through the weekend. I caught myself toying with my hair day-dreaming about him. I knew I was in trouble, finding myself desperately attracted to him. I couldn’t understand it, he was way older than me. But I felt so comfortable around him and having had his penis in my mouth gave me a strong sense of intimacy.

Just thinking about what we had done would cause my nipples to harden and a couple of times I found my hands straying to my crotch.

When Monday came around I put on clothes suitable for field work. But I needn’t have bothered, Stephen called to say a particular sow was giving trouble and we would have to postpone the trial until tomorrow.

All day I tried to find excuses to get close to Jim. A few times I “accidentally” brushed up against him when asking him questions or inviting him to lunch. I could tell Jim was desperately trying to restrain himself, but he couldn’t resist putting his hand on my back on the way to lunch.

The next day I finally joined Stephen for a field test. I wore sensible clothes that didn’t look out of place when I added the provided gumboots. I took our two prototypes down to the pens with me.

Before the actual trial, Stephen took me to see some of the other technicians impregnating sows in the traditional manner.

First they would climb onto the back of the sow and bounce up and down a couple of times, to simulate the action of the boar. Stephen explained that studies had shown that impregnation rates were higher if the sows were stimulated in this way.

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