GLASS: THE SERIES
| Jodi's Story:
WITH A CHERRY ON TOP
by Van © 2005
| Chapter 3
not "stick 'em up". Instead, her expression turned even
more disapproving. She stepped forward, grabbed Jodi
none-to-gently by the arm, and hustled her as far from the watching
(and grinning) "hostages" as she could without leaving the main lab.
She made sure her back was towards the captives, and rounded on
tirade. "You little moronski!
Just because Margo's out of town, that doesn't give you a license
to waltz around tying people up!"
Jodi chuckled, not the least bit intimidated by
her diminutive Inner Circle Sister. "Look who's calling
Charlie's face flushed with anger. "Shut up and listen to me for
once in your irresponsible life!" she hissed. "You're gonna get
yourself in serious trouble! When she gets back, Margo'll have
you skinned and mounted, after she lets Kat use you for her
torture training dummy for several months!"
"Calm down," Jodi said quietly. She looked over Charlie's head
and winked at Jenny and Ronnie. Both captives were continuing to
watch Charlie's whispered dressing down of "Clandestine" Jodi with
great interest (and amusement).
"Calm down??" Charlie shouted, then returned to
whispering. "Calm down? You know you're not
supposed to play these games with 'civilians'. And outside
the Biosphere? What are you thinking??"
Jodi's smile turned even more smug. "I'm thinking I'm not gonna
get in any trouble whatsoever," she purred. "It's a security
Charlie was literally hopping mad. "Ohhh—will you get serious?
Security drill? Do you take me for an idiot?"
Jodi sighed (still smiling), and raised her voice to normal volume.
"Eve? Would you please enlighten
Doctor Paretsky vis-à-vis the official status of the
security drill currently in progress?"
A second passed, then the disembodied voice of Eve-Prime sounded from
the lab's ceiling speakers. "Doctor, there is indeed a drill in
progress, at this location. Ms. Weber
is acting the role of 'intruder', and her actions thus far are within
the exercise protocol."
"You've got to be kidding!" Charlie huffed.
"The drill is an unscheduled test of the surveillance and security
monitoring routines," Eve continued, "implemented by Executive Security
Cadre Code Lambda."
Charlie stared at Jodi in wide-eyed surprise.
Jodi's smile broadened. Angry or chagrined, Charlie was as cute
as they come. Elke's so lucky, she thought, and not for
the first time. She set the three rubber balls in her left hand
down on a convenient table, and pulled the new roll of silver dermafoam
tape off her left arm. "I accept your apology," she purred,
"now... turn around."
Charlie sighed, then affected a petulant frown.
"You're not fooling me," she whispered, then spun on her
heel and put her hands behind her back.
Jodi positioned Charlie's hands palm-to-palm. "Intertwine your
fingers," she ordered, and the still angry pixie complied. Soon,
Charlie's fingers, hands, wrists, and forearms disappeared under tight,
neatly overlapping bands of tape. The wrapping continued up to
her elbows, then around her arms, elbows, and torso, just below her
breasts. Jodi then knelt and wrapped her legs together, above the
knees and around the ankles. This time she didn't bother with
binding the captive's insteps. Charlie's knee boots weren't going
to fall off.
Jodi stood, retrieved one of the balls, and rinsed it clean in a nearby
sink. She then held it before Charlie's pouting lips. "Any
last words?" she asked.
Eyes flashing, Charlie opened her mouth to speak—but before she could
utter a single syllable, Jodi shoved the ball between her teeth and
into her mouth. It was a tight fit. The semi-hard rubber
sphere didn't fill her oral cavity completely, but it was far too large
for her to swallow, accidentally or otherwise. She forced a
complaining growl past the intrusion, but did cooperate by
holding her head still as Jodi wrapped three tight, overlapping bands
of tape completely around her head, sealing her lips from just below
her flaring nostrils to the point of her chin.
"There," Jodi said with a gloating smile. She restored the tape
roll to her forearm, rinsed the other two balls (all the while ignoring
Charlie's continuing hostile glare), and
strolled back to her other two captives. "Who wants to go first?"
she asked brightly.
"Me-me-me!" Jenny chanted, then squirmed forward and hopped off the lab
table. "Uh-oh!" she gasped as she wobbled on her bound feet.
Jodi hurried forward and caught her by the shoulders before she fell.
"Careful!" she chided, then looked back over her shoulder at
Charlie. "The closet!" she barked.
Charlie sighed, rolled her eyes in disgust, shuffled in place until she
was facing the closet in question, and started slowly and carefully
hopping towards its closed door.
Jodi turned back to Jenny. "Open wide," she ordered. The
grinning captive complied, and a ball was popped into her mouth.
Jodi then turned to Ronnie and smiled, presenting the remaining
ball. "Hold this for me, would you?"
Ronnie rolled her eyes as well, but was clearly
amused (like Jenny), rather than disgusted (like Charlie). She
opened her smiling mouth and accepted custody of the ball.
Jodi turned back to Jenny, held her hair out of
the way with one hand as best she could, and carefully taped her
lower face with the other. The captive's expression as the
tight bands encircled her head and the tape began to tighten and cure
was priceless. Jodi locked eyes with her prisoner and smoothed
the tape over her lips with her gloved fingers. "Poor, helpless
damsel," she whispered, then spun her around and pointed her towards
the closet. "Off you go," she purred, and gave her a resounding
slap on the right butt cheek.
Jenny's eyes crossed, and she yelped through her gag.
She then turned and gave her captor a resentful, pouting stare.
Jodi laughed. That adorable, excited twinkle was still shining in
Jenny's eyes. Jodi waved a warning finger in the captive's
face. "Be careful," she said. "Don't fall. This time
I won't be there to catch you."
Jenny sighed, turned, and started hopping towards the closet, picking
up speed as she gained confidence.
Jodi turned to Ronnie, grabbed her by the waist, slid her forward, and
helped her hop off the table. Frowning in concentration, she took
three careful turns of tape around Ronnie's head and across her lips.
Ronnie focused on her captor's face as she worked. She was a
little surprised the aerobics instructor was such a skillful captor.
She's had practice, the helpless historian decided, maybe
Jodi stripped more tape from the roll, anchored
it across Ronnie's already tape-bound elbows, then passed the roll
around her torso and under her full breasts, pinning the brunette's
already bound arms to her body. She continued wrapping until
Ronnie's torso and arms were covered down to her waist.
Jodi took a glance towards the closet. Charlie was waiting by the
door, glaring defiantly, and Jenny was still in transit. Jodi
made sure her body was between Ronnie and the other two prisoners, then
turned back to Ronnie, and smiled evilly. "There," she whispered,
"that'll hold you." She then leaned close and slid her right hand
up Ronnie's skirt.
Ronnie forced a startled "humpfh!" past her gag
and squirmed in her bonds. As Jodi's Stealthtex-gloved hand
caressed her sex, the helpless brunette's nostrils flared above her
and her full breasts heaved.
"I can't tell if you're wet," Jodi whispered, "not through these
gloves." She slid her fingers under Ronnie's panties, tugging and
pulling until the silky fabric nestled between her labia. The
prisoner shivered and closed her eyes. "No," Jodi
purred, her fingers continuing to explore, "still can't tell."
She pulled her hand free, lifted her fingers to her nose, and
gave them a delicate sniff. "Never mind," she whispered, grinning
at her captive. "I can tell." Ronnie blushed, and gave her
bonds a half-hearted, squirming tug.
"I wish we had time to develop a serious
Spy/Hostage relationship," Jodi whispered, "but I have to make
my escape." She nodded towards the closet. "Off you
Still blushing, Ronnie started hopping to the closet.
Unfortunately, Jodi's had left her panties bunched and cleaving
her sex. As she hopped, she found the "wedgie" to be mildly
irritating, albeit somewhat entertaining.
Jodi eased ahead of Ronnie (pausing a few seconds to watch the
captive's breasts bobble and bounce as she hopped), then continued to
the closet. She opened the door, reached inside, and flipped on
the overhead light. The contents included some old software
manuals and a few cleaning supplies, all neatly arranged on steel
shelves. Nothing looked dangerous, or, more importantly, of any
use to tape-bound captives attempting escape.
smile. In short order, the prisoners had hopped and shuffled
through the door and squirmed around to face the lab. It
was a tight fit for all three. They watched (Jenny and Ronnie
still amused, Charlie very much not amused) as Jodi pulled
a long strip free from the roll, thumbed off the closet light, and
plastered the tape over the switch. Three more strips followed,
and the switch was now tightly covered. There was no way a damsel
with taped or rubber-gloved and cable-tie bound hands was going to be
able to flip it on, especially with her arms pinned to her torso.
Jenny and Ronnie whined through their gags in good-natured complaint.
Charlie just continued to glare.
"Well," Jodi said brightly, "it's been a pleasure
industrially espionaging your workplace. Let's do it again real
soon." She closed the door, savored the barely audible,
distressed mewing sounds emanating from within, then turned her
attention to the door itself.
There was no lock, but a fire extinguisher cabinet was recessed into
the wall about three feet to the right. Jodi opened the cabinet,
eased the extinguisher off its bracket, and set it on the floor.
She took a turn of tape around the bracket, stretched it to the
closet door, took a turn around the doorknob, then back to the bracket.
Five more turns of tape followed, then she restored the
extinguisher to its bracket, and closed the cover. Its latch
couldn't engage, but a final strip of tape kept it closed.
"That should do it," Jodi mumbled under her breath, watching as the
tape bands fused together and contracted. She lightly rapped on
the closet door with her knuckles. "Hello in there!" she called,
pitching her voice to carry through the closed portal. "Just
wanted to let you know that I'm leaving now. If someone doesn't
find you guys by close of business, I'll release you
myself... or maybe tomorrow... if I'm not busy."
She put her ear to the door, listened, and smiled. Her
soon-to-be-abandoned hostages were making the expected well-muffled,
very unhappy noises. "Sometimes it's a lot of fun
being an evil villainess," she whispered, then her eyes focused on the
wall clock above the main door. "Oh shit!" she gasped. "I'm
gonna be late for my class!"
Jodi spun on her heel and sprinted from the lab,
pausing only to turn out the main lab's overhead lights and set
the door control pad to "privacy mode".
TESSERACT HEALTH CLUB
TESSERACT HEADQUARTERS CAMPUS
Elke Weber was at her desk, scrolling through class schedules and
trying to find the motivation to tackle the quarterly budget estimates.
"It's like this every time they appoint a new Headquarters
Comptroller," she complained, to no one in particular. "It takes
them six months to learn to trust Eve's financial simulations, and in
the meantime, we have to answer stupid requests for stupid financial
Just them Randi Bodin, one of her aerobics instructors, stuck her
blonde head in the door, a broad grin on her pretty face. "You gotta
come see this," she said, and ducked away.
"What?" Elke asked. "What??" Too late. Elke sighed,
password-locked her keyboard, and left her office. There was a
small crowd of Health Club staff and patrons clustered around the door
to one of the general purpose rooms. She joined the back row, and
was easily tall enough to be able to see what was happening.
What was happening was the scheduled Advanced Step Aerobics
noon class. No surprise there. However, the
leader of the class, Jodi, was dressed head-to-toe in a shiny,
body-hugging, black catsuit! The class was at the peak of the
routine, executing rapid and demanding dance-like lunges, points, and
kicks in perfect
unison, all in rhythm to booming music, which at the moment was a dance
remix of Secret Agent Man.
"Look at her go!" one of the crowd muttered in admiration.
"Is that latex?" another asked. "She has to be burning up!"
Several watchers turned to Elke with curious faces. "Don't ask
me," the statuesque blonde answered. She watched for several more
seconds, then sighed, and returned to her office.
and tapped her password, followed by one of
the function keys. The office door slid closed and the "privacy"
sign illuminated. She tapped another function key, made a
selection from a menu, and a hi-resolution image of Jodi and her class
appeared on the far wall. Next, she spoke aloud. "Eve?"
The voice of Eve-Prime answered from the workstation's compact
speakers. "Yes, Elke?"
"What's the Shrimp up to this time?"
"I assume you want more than a critical commentary of
the step routine you're already watching?"
"Yes," Elke sighed. "Why is she leading one of my classes in
rubber or latex or whatever it is she's squeezed herself into?"
"Yes, your sister's dressing habits are slightly more
eccentric than most of your staff, but her current costume
is, shall we say, a statistical outlier."
"Jodi's a statistical outlier," Elke grumbled.
"Is she okay? Is she going to overheat and cook herself?"
"Her vital signs are within normal parameters; however..."
"I am having difficulty calibrating my sensors," Eve continued.
"The material of her costume is... unusual. Standby."
Several seconds passed. Elke frowned. For
Eve, several seconds meant a lot of computing.
"The material is 'Stealthtex'," Eve said finally, "an
experimental synthetic fabric under development for TESSERACT Security."
Elke nodded, then frowned in concentration, watching the gyrating
figures on the screen. "Who, exactly, in TESSERACT
"Katherine," Eve answered. "The fabric has useful properties for
Elke sighed. The "intuition alarm" in the back of her
consciousness was ringing. "Eve," she said, "Harem Keeper
would like to know what's going on."
"I thought you'd never ask!" Eve responded quickly. "Do
you have any idea how frustrating it is to have a juicy secret
you can't share?"
Elke smiled. "A common human affliction."
"Jodi was recruited for a security drill by Eve-L," Eve continued,
speaking rapidly, "and she has Charlie and Jenny Lovell and Ronnie
Allbriton bound and gagged in Charlie's lab and the drill
is a covert penetration of a secure R&D space and—"
"Whoa, whoa!" Elke interrupted. "Take a breath now and
then, Eve," she laughed. "I don't think I've ever
seen you this enthusiastic about anything."
"Eve-L scheduled the drill on her own initiative!" Eve-Prime explained.
"So you're in 'proud momma' mode," Elke observed. "That's so
"Thank you," Eve said quietly.
"I'm confused about the suit," Elke said, staring at the screen.
"Me too," Eve said. "The drill is still running in background
mode, but seems to have reached its tactical conclusion. Perhaps
the suit was intended to aid Jodi's penetration of the campus
surveillance zone. I have no idea why Jodi is still wearing it.
learn more when Eve-L files her after-action report."
Elke nodded, then smiled. "Bound and gagged in the closet, huh?"
"I'll have video available, after the drill terminates," Eve added (an
unmistakable hint of amusement in her disembodied voice).
Elke watched her sister lead the class into the cool-down part of the
routine. The Shrimp's face was flushed and shining, of course,
but she wasn't in anything even approaching physiological distress.
"That stuff must really breath," Elke mused aloud, then tapped
out the shutdown sequence on her keyboard. "Eve, sorry
to impose, but would you clear my schedule for the rest of the day?"
She stood and walked towards the door. "Oh, and clear
Ms. Lovell, and Ms. Allbriton's schedules as well, please."
"My pleasure," Eve intoned.
Elke released the privacy lock and opened the office door. "Mine
too," she purred, and was gone.
Elke took her
First of all, she had a staff to brief, to ensure the Health Club would
continue to operate smoothly while she attended her "unexpected
meeting". Also, she'd skipped lunch, so she stopped at one of the
campus cafés to purchase a small mixed salad. After all,
there was no rush. If Eve was correct (and she always was),
Jenny, Ronnie, and her precious Bug weren't going anywhere.
Besides, some situations, especially unexpected situations,
Finally, Elke found herself at the entrance to Charlie's lab. She
tapped her Inner Circle signet ring to the security pad, the privacy
sign winked out, the door opened, and the overhead lights in the main
lab flickered to life. "The closet you said?" Elke whispered.
"Straight ahead," Eve whispered back, via the tiny speakers in Elke's
"The one with the improvised dermafoam lock?"
"The only closet in the main lab," Eve noted.
"Oh, that closet."
Elke entered the lab, treading silently in her cross-trainer sneakers.
She set her salad down on Charlie's desk, eased open one of the
desk drawers, and withdrew a "buzz-knife"—a specialized tool with a
vibrating blade. It was specifically designed to slice dermafoam
tape without damaging any underlying soft substrate (like clothing, or
a damsel's skin). She tip-toed to the closet, carefully placed
one ear against the door... and heard nothing.
Elke thumbed on the buzz-knife and sliced the tape bands of the
makeshift lock with one deft stroke. The dermafoam parted like
the proverbial butter. She took a deep breath, opened the door,
and three helpless, tape-gagged, and tape-bound beauties were revealed.
All three began squirming in place, squinting and blinking in the
Jenny was literally hopping with enthusiasm, mewing through her gag,
her eyes sparkling, enjoying her rescue as thoroughly as
she had her capture and her dark, cramped, shared incarceration with
her fellow captives.
Ronnie was excited as well, but in a different way. Elke
recognized arousal in her flushed features and heaving bosom.
There was also the hint of a musky perfume wafting from
the closet. It wasn't Charlie's natural fragrance, and
she suspected it wasn't coming from perky little Jenny.
Charlie was glad to see her, of course, but Elke could tell her
precious little Bug was very much not into the game; not like
her fellow captives, that was for sure. Elke grinned. She'd
seen this attitude before, and knew just how to handle the situation
"Well, well, well," Elke purred. "What have we here?"
Ronnie and Jenny mewed gagged greetings and hopped from the
closet. Charlie locked eyes with her rescuer, then rolled her
eyes, sighed, and hopped from the closet as well.
Elke inspected the prisoners' bonds, noting the abundant tape binding
all three and Jenny's rubber gloves and cable-tie bound fingers,
thumbs, and wrists. She stepped behind Ronnie and carefully used
the buzz-knife to slice the fused bands of her dermafoam gag.
"Hold still," she whispered, and peeled the tape from Ronnie's
face. The silver strip tugged and distorted her lips as it
surrendered its adhesive grip. Elke pulled the rubber ball from
the captive's mouth, and tossed it into a nearby lab sink. It
bounced a few times, but remained.
Ronnie licked her lips. "Thank you," she whispered.
"You're welcome," Elke responded, and set to work on Ronnie's mummified
arms. "I take it my little sister, the notorious industrial
spy, is responsible for this situation?"
"You got it," Ronnie grinned, and extricated her arms from their sticky
former sheath. She peeled the remaining bands from her torso,
being careful not to damage the sheer ruffles of her dress.
Meanwhile, Elke knelt and freed her knees, ankles, and insteps.
"No harm done," Ronnie said, rolling her shoulders and stretching
her arms. "Oh, that feels good."
Elke's nostrils flared. Ronnie was definitely the
source of the musk lingering in the air. This girl's a
regular pheromone factory, she mused. Still on her
knees, Elke shuffled over to Jenny, slit the tape binding Jenny's
knees, ankles, and insteps, peeled the bands free, and discarded them
in a convenient wastebasket.
She then stood, and handed the buzz-knife to Ronnie. "I don't
think this thing will cut cable-ties," she said, indicating Jenny's
wrist bonds. "So, why don't you take Jenny back to your office.
I assume you have some scissors or something suitable for that
Ronnie blinked in surprise. She then glanced at Charlie, and her
lips curled in a knowing smile. "Ignoring the obvious—that
there are probably a dozen sharp tools right here in this lab—how am I
supposed to escort Ms. Lovell to the other side of the campus in her
condition, without causing a scandal?"
Jenny was following the exchange with perky enthusiasm, rather than the
alarm one might reasonably expect. Charlie was simply
watching, resigned to her fate.
"Eve," Elke said, lifting her voice, "would you please provide Ronnie
and Jenny with a direct and discrete route to the Entertainment
Department, through the maintenance corridors?"
"Of course," Eve answered from the overhead speakers. "There is
an access panel in the hallway. I'll make sure there are no
onlookers before opening the door."
"Thank you, Eve," Elke said, smiling broadly. "You've been in the
'maintenance' areas before, I know," she told Ronnie.
The brunette historian blushed, nodded, then turned to Jenny.
Jenny shook her head and forced a negative sound past her
"But you know the 'secret passages' exist, right?" Ronnie
Jenny nodded. Her eyes were even more wide and excited.
"You want me to cut the rest of your tape bonds now," Ronnie purred,
"or would you rather we escape immediately, before Clandestine Jodi
returns and recaptures us?"
Her eyes twinkling, Jenny nodded, started towards the door, then
clicked back on her cherry red heels, her attention on her still bound
and gagged boss.
Charlie's gaze darted from Jenny, to Elke, to Ronnie, then back
to Jenny. She sighed, and nodded towards the door.
"Okay then," Elke purred. "Off you go. And don't
worry about this one," Elke added, her eyes on Charlie, "I'll take care
"I'm sure you will," Ronnie said, put her arm over Jenny's shoulders,
and led her towards the door.
"For taking part in the drill," Elke called after them, "you each get a
free dinner for two at the restaurant of your choice. Just bring
me the receipt so I can bill Security."
"Thank you!" Ronnie responded, and Jenny mewed what was probably her
thanks as well.
"And take the rest of the day off!" Elke added.
Ronnie waved her free hand, the door opened, she ushered her "fellow
escapee" out into the hallway, and the door closed behind them.
from the door to glare at Elke. She tugged and pulled on her
bonds (being careful not to lose her balance and fall), but
it was hopeless. She wasn't going to escape from dermafoam tape,
especially not when it had been applied by Jodi Weber.
infuriatingly gloating manner, sauntered
to Charlie's desk. She peeled the lid from her salad, and began
munching the crisp contents with her fingers. Her eyes remained
on the remaining "hostage".
"I won't try sitting in your cute little chair," the smug blonde
announced. "I'd probably break it. And don't worry about
Jenny. Ronnie has her Fiona, and I don't think she's gonna start
a harem... not just yet, anyway." She strolled to a nearby lab
bench, hopped up, and sat on its smooth, black surface. "Why
you hop on over here?" she suggested, still smiling.
Charlie continued to glare, and Elke continued to eat.
"I love this vinaigrette," Elke said, giving a slice of tomato a
delicate lick, then popping it in her mouth. She chewed
and swallowed. "They don't go overboard with the dressing, like
most places." She then licked her fingers, one-by-one, her eyes
locked with Charlie the entire time. "C'mon," she chided.
here. Or do you want me to chase you? That'd be fun too...
although not much of a challenge."
glowered for several more seconds (as Elke continued to eat, and smile
her gloating smile), then sighed, and began hopping towards her
Elke watched her progress, savoring the way the diminutive
scientist's breasts and short raven locks bobbed and shook as she
hopped. Her impossibly blue, incredibly attractive eyes continued
to radiate hostility (but Elke wasn't fooled).
Charlie stopped a couple of feet in front of Elke, mumbled
what was probably a demand to be released through her gag, then yelped
in alarm when Elke spread and extended her spandex-clad legs, hooked
her sneakers behind Charlie's waist and bound arms, and pulled her
close. The captive squirmed and complained, but Elke's strong,
well-muscled legs and
thighs held her against the table and trapped in a gentle, but
Charlie continued to glare and mew angry complaints. Elke
continued to gloat and eat.
"Eve," Elke said, munching and swallowing the last of the salad, "I
forgot to lock the door. Would you take care of that for me,
"Your wish is my command, Harem Keeper," Eve intoned. "The door
is locked. Would you like anything else? Champagne?
Strawberries, brown sugar, and whipped cream? A little mood
Elke laughed, leaned forward, and hauled Charlie onto her lap.
Lifting the small, helpless package was no challenge for the
grinning amazon, despite Charlie's wiggling resistance. "Thank
you, Eve," she purred, "but the mood is just fine." She held
close with her left arm, reached under the squirming captive's skirt,
pulled her panties down her white thighs until stopped by the silver
binding the pixie's knees.
Charlie continued to struggle (although she was finding it
increasingly difficult to maintain her angry façade).
Elke leaned close, kissed Charlie's gagged lips, then nuzzled her ear.
"Poor Charlotte," she whispered. "Innocently going about
her scientific puttering..." Her right hand slid back under
Charlie's skirt and between her thighs. "...and in barges an
industrial spy, who ties her up, and gags her so she can't call for
help..." Her fingers teased and parted Charlie's labia. The
helpless pixie shuddered in Elke's arms. "And now, here you are
in the power of her accomplice."
She caressed the sensitive folds of her precious Bug's most intimate
person, and teased the erect nub of her clitoris; but Charlie's bound
legs were seriously handicapping her efforts. "Note to self,"
Elke whispered. "Next time free the knees before commencing
That was all it took. Charlie convulsed in helpless
mirth, giggling through her gag, and quivering and squirming in Elke's
arms. All trace of her "righteous outrage" had vanished.
Charlie's gagged laughter subsided, and captor and captive
gazed into each other's eyes. Elke continued her caressing
and Charlie continued shivering and shuddering.
Finally, Elke sighed, and withdrew her hand (causing her "victim" to
whine in complaint). She picked Charlie up in her arms, cradling
her like a baby (and with as little effort), then hopped off the table.
"Let's continue this someplace else," she suggested, "someplace with
a nice soft bed and some cuffs and straps, so I can peel you out of all
this tape, and all these pesky clothes, and we can do this right."
Charlie smiled above her gag, and rested the side of her face against
Elke's warm, firm breast.
Elke carried her captive burden to an alcove behind Charlie's desk.
Without prompting, one of the walls slid silently open,
allowing the happy couple to enter the Biosphere.
"Remind me to send Shrimp a nice 'thank you card'," Elke purred,
causing Charlie to start giggling again. "Maybe some flowers...
or a potted plant..." Charlie continued giggling. "I know,
a fruit basket!"
The secret door slid closed behind the happy pair, and the lights in
the deserted lab went dark.
|| of Jodi's Story
— Chapter 3