The door opens with the sound of clicking keyboard keys. For a moment I can almost swear that each keystroke is pushing a spec of dust around in my head, but the feeling passes before too long, and I really don’t feel all that bad considering what just happened. I can only imagine where else some black lipstick might be smeared…
Stepping in, the clicking sounds get louder, and behind a desk just like the receptionist on the first floor a rather eager looking girl is clicking away at those keys like it’s her favorite thing in the whole world. It may as well be for all I know. Some people are supposed to actually like computers.
At first I only look at the girl in passing so she seems normal enough, but a second glance and her hair screams out like a beacon. Her hair is bubble gum pink, the exact same shade, and as if to make sure anyone looking at her was absolutely sure she’s popping bubbles. Bubble gum scent fills the air in an actually quite pleasant way and I slide over to her desk. She looks like she’s just a little bit too ditzy to actually be typing and blowing bubbles at the same time, but I’ll take ditzy to dusty at the moment.
Just a slight little part of me is worried, but I just try to ignore it. Get to this woman, talk to her, leave. This was supposed to be quick… Dust and an 100 floor elevator had definitely had different plans.
I clear my throat and I would be twirling that card around again if I even knew where it was. I’m not always the best with people. A big part of me envies the supers who have the stealth and silence thing going for them. At least they don’t make complete and total idiots out of themselves. No reputation can often be a hell of a lot better than a bad one. “Hello, I’m…” I could say Silver Girl, but then she’ll correct me, and I’m not in the mood for another person to tell me what my name should be again. “Silver. I’m here to see the woman behind the door?”
“Oh yes. She’s in a meeting right now, but if you’ll take a seat…” Her eyes scan over me in a curious sort of way, and I can’t say honestly that mine haven’t already slid over her. “Want a lollipop?” As soon as she’s asked she starts to blow out another bubble and holds up one of those oversized lollipops, this one colored white and pink.
“Umm…” Wrinkling my face up I look between the bubble and the lollipop with just a little bit of worry. Sure, the dust had been worrisome even at first but it hadn’t seemed half as insidious as it was. Could this be another trap? This place was still giving me the creeps. “Would you mind if I said no…? What’s your name?”
With a sad little pout the pink haired girl nods just a bit and still holds up the lollipop. She really looks hurt and I feel more than a little bad for refusing her offer. “Of course I’d mind! And it’s Tiffany, if you must know. Just offering you something while you wait. It might be a minute, it might be longer.” She shrugs and builds up another bubble before popping it, the hand not holding up the lolly still ditzily dancing over the keyboard.
“I… alright.” Taking a more relaxed posture I reach out to grab up the candy and smile in an apologetic sort of way. “I’d hate to turn down your hospitality!” For only a moment I pause before realizing that this woman is another person that I can actually ask about this mysterious her. “Can you tell me anything about the woman behind the door?”
Tiffany seems to smile, more as I take my first lick of the candy and she stops typing completely, swiveling to look at me in a more one on one sort of way. “Sure. She owns the business. Uh…” The reason isn’t clear, but for a moment she seems to have a good amount of trouble thinking about it. It worries me, but this girl does seem pretty ditzy. If every employer with ditzy but cute secretaries was an evil villain then the world would be a much different place. “She uh… She’s really smart. She inherited a fortune when she was little and used it to build an empire. Mercenary work for supers. People always want to hire them.”
“Can you tell me what her name is? How long have you been working for her, Tiffany?” Something about this just really bothers me. Oh well, maybe something will click into place, or maybe I’m old before my time.
“Two years.” Tiffany nods and pops her gum again, chewing on it as she talks in a way that would look rude if it didn’t look so cute in a ditzy, brainless sort of way. “She’s known to most as ‘The Lady’. You know how people in this line of work get. Her name is Colloten. Jessy Colloten.”
Finally, a name! As soon as I get out of here I’ll have to get a hold of my contacts and have a little bit of research done. I have a sinking suspicion that something not so good just might turn up.
I chew off a piece of the lolly idly as I think over this new little bit of information. “Hmm… Colloten… Jessy… Hmmm.” My eyes grow just a bit big as I realize just how good this candy really is. It tastes like pure, wonderful sweetness. I’ve never had anything that was anywhere near as good as this, at least as far as sweets go. On my way out of Ms. Colloten’s office I’ll have to ask Tiffany where she gets her lollys from. “Being in this line of work, I’d have to agree. How’d you get this job?”
The more that I keep eating that nice sweet sugary disk it tastes sweeter in a nice sort of way, like how some ice cream tastes better when you let it melt a little first. “I applied for it silly! I’m just the secretary.”
“Oh. Just curious, that’s all. Sorry to bother you.” Smiling a little bit more I move over and take a seat on one of the chairs obviously put there to wait in for my appointment. I’ve always had a sweet tooth, but this piece of candy feels more like it could convince me to have a whole mouth worth of sweet teeth! Oddly enough though, just licking and sucking on it makes it taste better than chewing off small bites. Just licking over it tastes… Like happiness. There’s an odd niceness to it, but it is definitely nice, and it feels like its washing away all the rest of that stupid dust.
The clicking resumes, and when I look over to Tiffany, she’s still facing me even though she’s typing, and grinning from around a bubble. “Sorry it’s taking so long.”
It’s just a little, but that grin strikes me as odd. I really am too paranoid. Just because Dust took some liberties with my brain in the elevator doesn’t mean that anyone else will. This woman is just the secretary. Even if The Lady is some megalomaniac super villain, she could still have a perfectly innocent and harmless secretary. It’s not like the evil code states anything about making sure all of your people are a part of the evil union.
Oddly enough though I think I’m starting to understand why she might be grinning. Licking the lolly almost feels like smiling, or smiling feels like licking. I’m not sure. I grin a faint little bit in response and the taste gets better somehow. It gets a lot better. The way it just sort of sits in my mouth, sliding down my throat so smoothly, it just brings back memories of what it was like to be young and innocent and sweet.
With a shrug I decide to just go with it. I’m a protector of innocence and all of that good stuff after all. Not indulging something like this is a pretty silly thought. I’m only really doing this to bide my time anyway, even if it does taste really good, I’m really just biding my time… When Jessy is free, I’ll be done and everything will end up just fine.
It does taste really nice though, and makes all sorts of nice thoughts flow through my head, fun times in the Diner, and the way that Tiffany’s tongue is moving over her lips. I know it should probably seem strange, but for some reason it just seems nice, as if she’s licking a lolly. It’s actually pretty sweet. The world really seems so much nicer after this little bit of sweets. It’s definitely better than that elevator nastiness. With a sigh I grin a little bit more and just let myself focus on just now nice it feels as I just relax, have a nice little bit of candy and watch Tiffany in a half interested sort of way. Everything really does seem so nice…
Squirming into the chair, and grinning a bit more it starts to feel even nicer, so I just keep on licking and grinning. So many nice little thoughts just flow through my head in such a nice way. Maybe it’s just me but everything slowly starts to taste just as good as this wonderful hunk of sugar. As if it was spreading out from my mouth, the whole world starts to taste sort of like the lollipop. For some reason the way that the lollipop looks comes to mind, or maybe I’m only noticing it for the first time. Most of it is white, but a pink just like Tiffany’s pink forms a cute sort of spiral. . .
“Want another? You finished your first one?” Tiffany’s words jolt me out of whatever world I was lost in as she holds out another lolly and I realize just how close I’m actually sitting to her, and that I’m sucking on a vaguely sugar flavored stick. This is more than a little bit embarrassing.
It felt nice to just feel like I was being flavored with the lollipop, as if it was just spreading out all over me, but I really shouldn’t be zoning out so horribly. I’m here for a reason, not to goof off. I look at the lollipop for a moment, almost tempted to just look at that interesting spiral shape, but then without a moment’s thought of regret I laugh and each out to grab the lollipop and Tiffany hands it over and takes the stick from the old one. “You look like someone who should always have a lollypop.”
For a moment I narrow my eyes and then start to lick again, speaking between licks at the best candy that I’ve ever tasted. “I… what do you mean by that, Tiffany…?”
“You just have the look. It looks right in your hand. You ever see someone in a hat, or someone over there next to a tree, and you think, ‘by gosh that tree and them should be one!’ or something?” She Tiffany giggles in a very happy sort of way as she tosses that stick in the trash and starts to chew on her gum again in a very relaxed sort of way.
I can’t help but roll my eyes a bit, but it’s not in a rude way and I’m laughing while I’m doing it. As soon as I’m done laughing I start to slowly lick at the lollipop again. She was a really silly woman, this Tiffany, working as a secretary for such a rude woman like the woman behind that door! If it wasn’t for the lollipop I would probably be going insane with boredom. Happily focusing on that I lick just a little bit faster, looking at the door as I do and just trying to will it to open and for all of this to be done with, besides the candy and the pretty pink haired girl.
“They’re good huh? Like tasty treats!” Normally that would have just screamed stupid and ditzy. I know for a fact something like that would have made me rudely roll my eyes, but that actually really makes sense. It wasn’t just sensible, it didn’t just sound like it was right, it sounded like some sort of universal truth. It was probably one of the most profound statements that I’ve ever heard, actually.
It really is pretty silly so I can’t help but laugh a faint little bit. “You know… It’s odd… But you really, really have a point.” I flush just a little bit and instantly feel bad for judging this woman so poorly so quickly as my tongue keeps darting out at the sweet sugary taste between nearly every word. “They really are good.”
“Yeah… I know.” Her eyes widen as she talks and chews her gum in an a loud almost annoying sort of way and nods in a slow, vacant sort of way. For being so profound, she really does look like a ditz. “Ever noticed… How sometimes when you wish you had something sweet… You don’t? I always hate that.” Amazingly enough, that really sounds like another freakishly profound statement. “I just wish something sweet was always there if I wanted it. It’s really not fair.” She keeps nodding as if nodding along with her own point as she keeps loudly chewing her gum, and she must have stood up awhile back while I wasn’t paying attention, because she’s rocking on her heels in such a strange motion, and either her movements are matching my licking… Or my licking is matching her movements.
I’m not sure whether to stare at the lolly or at Tiffany, not much really feels all that sure at the moment. It does taste so good though, and that vacant voice, no matter just how vacant it may sound, really is smart! If she’s just a parrot, she’s parroting words from a very, very intelligent woman. The Lady must be so very smart, or this woman is a thousand times smarter than she seems like she could ever be. Laughing a little bit I nod and grin wider, still lapping at that wonderful sweet. “Mmm… Yeah, I hate that… There’s always nothing around when I reeeally need something sweet.”
“Or when you’re thinking… And you’re thinking… And you’re trying to think of something… Like your name… or your favorite color… And you can’t think of anything… And all you get is this kinda… Mental feeling, like licking a lolly. Like your mind is just a big lolly… And it tastes to good too do anything but lick it… And you can’t think of anything? I love that one.” She nods as she keeps rocking, and somehow she’s really topped herself. That’s the best one yet! I really hope that she keeps going. A part of me worries over just how that could make sense, but it does.
It’s nothing if not true. It just is. This woman is so smart! “Mmm, yeah… That can be such a good feeling I guess… I don’t… really think I’ve had that before.”
“Try it now… Try something complicated… Something like… Uh…” She tugs on her lips with a single finger as if she’s obviously trying to think. She must be licking that lolly in her mind. “Something… Just try…”
Flushing I bite my lip just a bit and remember one of the earlier profound thoughts. Something, huh? Alight. I’ll think of my name, or my favorite color. That shouldn’t be too hard. Aren’t they sort of the same thing if I remember right? I just close my eyes for a moment ant see about remembering them. It oughta be a piece of cake. But instead of the knowledge just flowing into me it feels like I’m licking the side of a giant lolly that’s positioned right between my eyes. That feeling, that flavor bursts through my head and flows over my body in waves. Nowhere in there is my favorite color or my name, just this overpowering feeling that makes my mouth water.
I whimper just a bit at all of these strange sensations, eyes fuzzily sliding open still as I keep thinking, and it feels like licking stronger right between my eyes, as I’m still licking at the lolly in my hands. At first I was just trying to remember because Tiffany said I should give it a shot, but… Now this is desperate. I have to find my name in my head somewhere. That’s something everyone oughta know, isn’t it?
Tiffany just keeps rocking in place as she stands there, and from the corner of my eye I can see her trying to remember something too, and she’s having just as much trouble with it as I am… And enjoying it just as much too. “It’s so nice… And if you do it for awhile… It comes to you… But the not being able to find it is delicious until then… So nice…” Slowly that silly pink haired girl blows a bubble and when it bursts in a loud pop she shudders from head to toe. “I can’t remember my last name… haven’t for years.”
My body shivers and I can’t help but whimper, shaking my head and worrying that something is just so very, very wrong with this. It’s so very wrong! I want to just throw the lolly down and back away from it, but it really does taste so good, and the one in my head can’t just be thrown to the ground. “That’s… that’s not… Not right! You should be able to remember your own last name! Doesn’t it worry you that you can’t?!”
“Oh… No… I did it to myself…” She whispers it out before she starts to blow up another bubble and shudders again as it pops. “I like the feeling just like you do, remember? Always having thoughts so empty… Thinking so slow… Like having a big candy in your head that you can lick all day but never goes away! That’s how you keep from not having sweets!”
Shaking my head I try to push this all away, push this out of my head, or ignore it, but it’s true, I know it, but… This isn’t right! “But… But…” I whimper and squirm, wanting to lick it again, lick both of those lollypops but just so afraid. I’m not here to lick them, am I? “I…” I try to remember why I’m even here, try to remember so that I can just fight this off, I have to! Whatever I am, fighting things off is what I do, and it’s for a damned good reason, too! Whatever that actually means…
Trying to remember is so hard, it’s like running a tongue over that lolly between my eyes and all it does is spread that feeling. It’s like spreading a taste everywhere in my whole body, just so heavy and sweet, and it just feels so sweet. I might be feeling repetitive, but I don’t even really remember where I was before I was here, wherever here is. “Fill your silly little mind with pink! That’s my real name…” The pink haired girl, named Pink apparently, shudders and squirms as another bubble pops. “My real first name. Dunno my last…” She giggles and I watch her as she rolls her eyes back into her head, obviously trying to remember. “Life’s so much more fun like this… Mmmm… Years ago… You need another!”
Apparently I’m sucking on another bare stick, even if these lollypops started out so big, and before I can react another lollypop is being pushed into my mouth, sliding inside and I can’t hold back the cry as my tongue moves out to taste it, lips wrapping around it as some sort of… something wet… A tear maybe slides down my cheek at how fun, or how helpless this feels, but I’m sucking again, and trying to mutter around that huge lollypop. “Pink…? But… But…”
“Uh huh…” Pink mutters out around a vacant moan and around that loudly popping gum. “I love watching it… Fun not to think about later… Suck on that one… Really, let it… Mmm… And try as hard as you can to remember all of this…” She licks her lips and just keeps rocking, just keeps blowing those bubbles and popping them and making all kinds of sweet sounds… “it’ll feel so good… When you finish the stick and remember why you’re here… Head in, she’ll be ready for you… I’ll just enjoy the show…” Pink (that’s her name right?) bounces back over to her seat and keeps watching me, giggling in such a cute silly happy little way, happy like candy or…
But this is bad, this isn’t right! Whimpering and shivering, I really have to try, I really have to focus, I truly do. I wanna cry or run or remember something or… Since nothing else makes sense I just keep sucking and licking on the wonderful candy and just wait for it to get done to go in, and then get out, or… But I’m not even too sure about that!
And all of my thoughts just… empty pink, candy sweet, cotton, bouncy, silly, tasty, empty, thoughtless, pink, slick, tasty, pink soft, girly, giggly, gentle, drifty, empty, floating, candy, lolly, sweet, sinking, pink, thick, pink pink giggly tasty… Pink… Empty… Pink… just drifting on that taste, beyond loosing myself in just how that feels with a faint little giggle… I’ve never felt… So… Pink… That girl’s name… so giggly, so tasty… And I’m not sure if its me or Pink or the lolly that’s tasty anymore…
Before I know it, I’m just sucking on a stick again, and it tastes good at first, but it can’t keep the taste on it’s own for very long. Soon it just tastes flavorless and dull, and all of those lovely feelings are fading with it, as if they’re just emptying out, as if I’m just emptying out… I drop the stick and look the door, and then to Pink, and then to the other door. Why am I even here…? If I try to remember again I might just stop wanting to, so I have to stop from thinking, but…
“She’ll be ready to see you whenever you are.” Pink calls my attention back to her with her voice and a tilt of her head in such a cute way, but I’m still half distracted by this draining feeling. “If you need to splash some water on your face that’s fine, or just wait. When you can remember hers and your name you should be okay.”
I nod, or I think I nod, it’s hard to keep track really as I bite down softly on my lip, and close my eyes. Scary thing is I’m not sure if I’ll be able to remember, but I know just how good trying feels. Water doesn’t sound good, water would be horrible after all of that sweet-sweet candy, but I need to remember my own name, yeah, that sounds like a goal, everyone’s gotta have goals…
Sweet, cotton, bouncy, pink, giggly, pink, gig-Silver it screams out in my head but those moments before it feel like they’re forever, so all consuming and just so good. Just laying on the floor and trying to remember things I don’t even know sounds all kinds of fun, but I need to go… That’s right, the door, there’s a woman waiting for me. Shouldn’t I know her name? She has a name. I think she has two. Two, that’s the number after three but before one. I think. I need to remember her name but… but… Oh the more I try to think about her name the more it just feels like more of that sweet mind numbing candy and as much as it almost makes me want to moan so much of me wants to cry, but I can’t quite figure out the reason for that, and that requires remembering, which means licking that candy in my head again, and I need to go in, I need to see whoever’s there, so I step over, almost falling over at least twice, and open up the door to step in.
As the door opens it opens up into a large, pretty office. There are lots of windows, big, and the view from here must be wonderful, but right now I’m on business. Yeah. Business. Before the windows is a large, imposing desk that just screams important, and a very beautiful, striking woman sitting behind it. Her features are so sharp and well defined, long hair black and well kept, not obscuring any of her face. She’s dressed in a women’s business suit, a black jacket that almost seems to blend with her hair and a powder blue shirt under it. It might be professional, and it might just be that I’m not thinking too well at the moment, but it really does show off her curves wonderfully. Once I’m in, she nods. “Welcome.”
I nod back and look around a little bit more before stepping over to the desk. Whatever my element is, I feel really, really out of it. Trying to just fake that I’m feeling fine I smile a bit and wave in that finger-wiggling way that I’m prone to do sometimes. I am, aren’t I? I dunno. “Thank you… I umm…” I blink a bit and try to remember why I’m here again, but not too much, oh no, I have things to do!
“… I see you’ve met my secretary.” The woman behind the desk rolls her eyes with an obviously less than happy sigh and motions in front of her desk to the chair that’s there just like is always there in front of desks. That is how it goes, right? “Please have a seat, and take a few moments to gather yourself.”
Squirming I take a seat, breathing so deeply in and out, just trying to get my bearings. I end up staring at her, whoever she is, I can’t remember. It’s not that I want to be rude, but I need some sort of anchor that’s not full of sweet giggly cute innocent pink… Gah! “I’m not quite sure how… To gather myself, that is… I think.”
“Well, Miss Silver, I asked you here for a proposition as you can well imagine.” She tents her fingers and leans across the desk with her elbows against the desk that actually looks like it’s made of wood. This is a really fancy office… “We hire people such as yourself, and rent them out. The pay is good, you can turn down any job you like. Get funding. Training. Anything you like really. It’s basically the same, only… With money. That’s the basics.”
I nod lightly, squirming and still feeling so damned dizzy as I bite my lip again but only for a moment. “Sounds nice… I… what sort of training?” I’m so confused, and shaking my head isn’t clearing anything out or making things more clear. “I don’t know how good I’ll be, I… can’t even think without…” With a faint tired laugh I raise a single finger up in the air and draw a lazy spiral.
“Oh? Really? Few people are s- hmmm…” She stands up, maybe leaning closer, I’m not sure, my perspective is so out of whack. “Sorry to hear that. What are you thinking about, Miss Silver?”
“Few people are so… What…?” I hate admitting that I feel like I couldn’t even pass kindergarten right now, but that’s just how I feel. My brain isn’t even turned on, or if it is, I seriously need to change the battery. “I’m thinking about… You, whatever just happened… Wondering if I should be scared or happy, wondering if I should try to remember what it was I even do or did or… But I’m afraid if I try to remember, I’ll just fall forward and start drooling all over your desk…”
With a very concerned and serious expression the pretty dark haired woman slowly steps around the desk, and her heels click across the linoleum floor, echoing as she moves closer. “Drooling on my desk… What kind of happy thing would you be thinking about to cause that?” She sounds so truly sincere, its so easy to trust her. She’s the only one I really remember besides the girl with the pink hair, and this girl with silver hair named Silver, but I think that last one is me.
“When I try to remember things… It feels so good, so nice, so warm, so sweet, it’s like…” Just thinking about it makes me squirm, makes those words start to melt out from that candy lodged in my head, and it feels even better than the lolly, better than anything… “No! I don’t want to think abut it, please help me, please, please, please…”
The woman is on my side of the desk now, standing close but not too close. Her hand, looking so slender and soft and pretty and lovely and all sorts of other stuff that makes my mind feel tangled up reaches out towards a… I don’t know what it’s called. It’s one of those metal things, with the balls on the strings, and they clank… They’re always in these fancy offices, some sort of standardized corporate desk accessory or something… But she reaches out towards it and grabs one of those balls, the one on the end, and lets it drop, and the silvery metal balls start clicking against each other in just the most perfect sort of way. Silver. That’s my favorite color, isn’t it? Or my name? I don’t know. “Oh… No, please, try for me.”
Slowly I look over at those clanking balls, and try not to get lost in the sound. Whimpering pleadingly I look up at her and squirms, focusing on it for a moment, vainly trying not to remember, which is harder to do than it sounds…
“So, I wanted to talk to you about the offer. Does the offer sound good? Does it sound nice?” The lady (ooo, that sounds kinda familiar, maybe) sits up on her desk, crossing her legs, and the more those metal balls click, they seem to click right along with those crossing legs, and right along with her amazing voice. It’s just so easy to listen to her.
Still looking between those balls and the woman sitting up in front of me, almost rocking with the clicking, I nod just a bit. “It really does, really…”
“And drooling on my desk… That sounds good too, doesn’t it?” Her voice is still so serious, so concerned, and her gaze is just so intense that it feels like if I looked into her eyes for just a moment I’d never be able to pull myself away, but the thought it so tempting. It might not be so bad really. Each little syllable and click seems to line up, and it doesn’t seem distracting, it just makes her voice feel more important, feel stronger in such a good way.
“It does, it really does, but… Isn’t that kinda… Dumb…?” I’m not sure how far back it happened, but my eyes are half closed already, and they feel so heavy and weak. I can almost feel those words clicking inside of my head right along with all of that blissful pink candy…
“That Isn’t the question. The question is whether or not it sounds good. Does it sound like a good idea?” So serious, her voice just echoing, clicking just right, just perfectly as she recrosses those beautiful legs, and that voice makes me twitch. I can feel it click in my head, and it feels so… So nice. Her legs are so pretty, and I can’t fall into those like the twin tar pit traps of her pretty pretty eyes, so I watch those legs and nod slowly.
“It does… I almost want to ask…” But I can’t just drool all over her desk, right? That’s not very… A word that means professional. My head isn’t working right, but right now I don’t care.
She tilts her head in a slight bit of a bow as her legs cross over again. Those legs are just so long, so pretty. It’s not that the skirt is too high, but it does cling in a nice pretty way. I don’t know how anyone could not watch those lovely legs, they’re just so pretty. Nodding with a faint little sigh I try to remember something… Oh! My last name. That’s a good thing to know. That should be easy…
Pink, warm… Cotton, softness, bouncy, clicking, pink… Legs… Soft warm… Tastes so… Sounds so… Mind so… I whimper, and try to struggle through it. I can’t just give into it, no matter how good it feels, I have to remember… But it’s just… soft… Tasty… Nice… Empty… Shifting legs look so… Clicking just so… Twitching inside of me… Pink… Tasty… Lolly… Nice… Voice… Lips… Silver… Rhythm… Drooling…
Whimpering more, I squirm at those thoughts, at that feeling, the drool must be flowing but reality just isn’t there, I have to try, and maybe if I can’t remember, I’ll just pass out, or feel better, or… I don’t know what’s at the end, but that only makes it feel better somehow.
Empty… Thick… Drooling… Lolly? Lips… Speaking… Voice… Clicking… Silver… Flash… Gone… Lips moving so… Saying… Drooling? Drooling… Pink… Pinkness… Full and so… Legs always… Clicking just so… Soothing… Softness… Bouncing? Empty… Ditzy? Drooling… Pink… Tasty… Sweet… Just so… Drooling…
It feels so good that there’s no way I can not moan. It just feels so sweet, but no, it feels like too much, I have to resist just sinking into this… And a part of me doesn’t want to become tired of this…
“Was it fun?” Those legs cross again right in tune with her voice, with that still ever present click clacking. There’s a puddle of drool under my face, surrounding me on the desk. I must have slumped over…
I nod a bit, trying to pull my head out of that damp puddly mess. My head feels so dizzy, and part of my hair and my cheek are soaked with sweat. I reach up a hand to try to dry myself off with my glove. Maybe that’ll help. Maybe. They are called gloves, right? “So very fun…”
“You can keep at it if you want…” She nods, and that clicking seems to get just a bit louder with her words as she slides off of the desk with so much grace. She’s so pretty, or beautiful, or something, but not pretty in a pink sort of way, in a better way maybe. She’s more in charge, she’s not all ditzy, her head actually works. I sort of miss how that feels, or I would if I even remembered how that felt, but I can imagine it was handy to be able to think straight.
“But I…” Watching her is more important than wondering just why anything is happening, or at least it feels a lot better. “What’ll happen if I don’t stop…?”
She steps towards me, closer as those heels click, right along with those metal balls, those silvery clicky-clacky balls that feel like they’re echoing somewhere deep inside of me that I’ve never felt echo before. “The only way to really find out is to try… I mean… It’s not like it feels bad. Right?”
With a shivery nod I just keep watching her. I should try again. Maybe I should remember something else, something easier. Maybe I should try to remember something that I did before today. That might be a lot easier. And before… before . .. Before there was… Glassy… Girly… Giggly… Pink… Empty floating candy… lolly tasting just right on the… Sucking… Pop? Giggly… Tasty… Bouncy… Silver… Glistening… Clicking, clicking, soft sharp twitching inside… Deep in… through me… Snaking and twitching sweet… Lips moving to make… Words that are so… Pink and silver and good… Shining… Drooling… Drooling warm and sweet…
Groaning, I shift and squirm, I must be in an even bigger puddle now but I don’t care, I just have to keep going, it feels so good, I have to remember something, but I don’t remember what it was… It was so important a moment ago… Linda’s diner… Drooling… Fluttering… Eyes so heavy… Warm… Sliding… Empty… Legs so smooth… Fingers… Making me… Head tilted back… Spinning… Things so… Clicking… Clicking and pink… Thinking about drooling and not thinking… And tilted… Fingers… Neck… Sensitive… Twitching clicking deep in… silver… Sparkling… Glistening… Long and slender and… Lips and… Warm… Sitting… Tilted… Drooling… Oh I can remember linda’s diner but it’s the least important of all of it… But there’s gotta be more… More of this…
Moaning… Drool dripping down me, as my head… Tilted… Legs wrapped… Clicking so deep… Twitching inside me… Pink warm soft empty… Just a mindless… Mind… Warm… Drooling… Tilted… Colors so… Mouth so… Voice fitting… Warm… Hands… Arms… I let myself ride it, ride the wonderful sweet wave, so pink and giggly, all of these wonderful feelings, thinking is just so far away that I won’t even touch it, can’t touch it, wouldn’t if I wanted to, I can’t stop it, floating, I know my eyes are closed so tight and I’m drooling like mad, but it doesn’t matter…
Wet dripping drool clicking metal… Rhythmically, over and over, mixed with… Lips soft whispering… Legs wrapped… Smooth… Rubbing as fingers… Caress… Tips… Empty… Pink… Gone… Thoughtless… Dripping… Warm… Hot… Drool… Sensitive… Tilted… Empty… Gone…
Finally totally gone… just so gone… Even the candy in my mind isn’t there, nothing is, I’m just… Gone… Lost, and I don’t want to be found… “…and you’ll be happy to do anything I say… Won’t you Silver?” Her voice, that woman’s voice resonates through my mind, and it’s the only thing there.
I’m only dimly aware that I’m sitting on her lap with my head tilted back, drool dribbling out, her legs rubbing against mine, hands stroking over my neck, one of my gloves wet with something that isn’t drool or sweat and those clicking balls echo just so sweetly as I nod like my neck is broken with a muttered pitiful response as I press back against her, enjoying the warmth of her body against my back.
“Tell me about yourself Silver… What do you offer to a company like ours hmm?” She keeps touching me just enough, just sweetly enough, just right with that sweet clicking…
I squirm and arch without even thinking, as if all of my body and mind are just as involuntary as my heart beat. The only thing I know is that it feels nice, very, very nice. “I can see things really well… In really bright lights, even right in front of my eyes… Good at distracting people, can make… Tiny little silver sparks…”
“Hmm? Tiny silver sparks? Really now? Tell me all about it. Every aspect of your powers and abilities. We’ll have you fill out more important forms later, just give me the rundown right now.” Her hands are still moving, and her voice feels like its touching me right down to my soul, and all of it syncs perfectly with those lovely metallic little clicks and clacks that come from way beyond the edge of the abyss.
I nod and try to smile, and my face moves but it feels so lazy, tired, and I just keep drooling though it lessens at the movement of my lips. “They flow through my blood and come out at my fingers, or… Wherever I want. They’re bright, and they move, like little stars… They can move into electronics, too, but I’m not very good at that… They can light a whole room, like a bunch of silver fireflies… Really useful…”
“Indeed. Do anything else with them? And don’t worry, we have the best teams and equipment available for figuring out any other powers, and training you in their use.” Her voice is just so confident… I wish I could sound like that…
“They… Feel pretty nice, too…” I nod again, just a little bit limper maybe. “Little… Warm silver sparks…” Even so fuzzy and lost I can’t help but blush.
She notices though, and her lips graze my ear and she whispers right against the skin. “Silver… Tell me all about how they feel and why you’re blushing…”
I squirm and nod, and force my lips to move so I can speak. “They feel like pure warmth, pure sensation, they’re so distracting… Feels so pure…” My lips pull themselves into a bigger smile in such an involuntary way. “Blushing because sometimes I let myself feel the sparks…”
“Hmmm… So they feel good to you, and to others? Very nice? Ever used them to do anything in that way?” Still every syllable, click, click, click, clack, clack, clack, and her touch is synced with her voice and…
Shivering more, my body shivering all on its own I nod again. “Very nice… Used them just to feel good… And to make others, with a kiss, or… Used them only once like that to protect myself, ran while they twitched… Very useful…”
“How much did they enjoy it? And how quickly?” Her hands grasp my wrists and slowly move my hands along myself as I twitch and arch. “How far can they go…?”
What little of me is even here, is enjoying this so much, but I’m not really here, so it doesn’t matter. “One of the best sensations ever… Only takes a moment to feel like bliss… So hard to outrun light, they move so fast, zoom… They can go pretty far, over a mile, really far…”
“Now… Against yourself. Both hands.” My hands rest right between my thighs, pressing just faintly, her hands massaging my wrists ever so faintly. Slowly I start to push those silver sparks in my blood to my fingertips. Just like every time they start out at the center of my chest, as if they’re coming from my heart and follow the veins or arteries all the way down to whatever, looking like bright silver Christmas tree lights without the bulb, and then burst as they slide out of my fingertips and right back into me, fading with a flash as they press in, making my body shake, and my uniform turn damp.
“How often can you do them Silver?” Those long perfect fingers move along my arms, still with that blissful clicking, but I can barely even tell.
Those fingers feel just so good that I can’t help but lightly writhe against her, those sparks sending soft little aftershocks over my thighs. “Lots… Just start to get tired, hungry, cold…” My skin darkens, and I can feel it. It’s just a bit less pink, just a bit more silver, shimmering…
“Then do it again Silver. Do it over and over but don’t ware yourself out.” She pulls my head back, brushing my hair away as she does. Each one of her little touches feel just so good as that silver pulses from my chest again, sparks flowing like a conveyor belt, sliding a spark down to the tip of each of my fingers. By the time the sparks get to my elbows, more are already starting to slide down my arms, each volley of ten seeming to hit right after the next and all I can do is quake and moan. I can feel myself glowing silver, just faintly as my suit sticks to me with sweat and other fluids.
I would moan if my lungs weren’t just trying to breath. “Using it like that… Over and over… Wares me out faster…”
“Ever done that before?” She sounds ever so curious, but from her voice, I can tell that she enjoyed my lovely little light show.
“Uh-uh… Done it several times… I‘ve pushed myself for broke before, too… Always wake up a day later, starving, ice-cold…”
“But was it fun? How often have you done that? Oh, I think you’ll be very useful…” Her sweet perfect voice whispers sweet nothings into my ear that I can only limply hear much less understand or respond to, but they make my lips twitch in a vague smile.
“Very fun, very worth it…” Faintly my lips curl in a grin, and I can’t help it, it feels so good to remember, and she’s saying such sweet things. “First did it when I realized my power could do this, and I’ve done it every birthday since… A little silvery birthday present…”
“Oh… Good girl… If we can find a way to recharge you… You might be able to do it ever night and not get tired. Of course when you do you’ll be thinking only of me.”
That praise swirls and squirms in my tired slick pulsing brain and it all feels so good in a way that feels beyond good. “Always thinking of you when I use my sparks on myself… Always like… To be on display…”
“Indeed… A pretty little silver wind up toy, just for everyone to enjoy…” Her hands keep stroking me, so sweetly, so lovingly, I feel so blessed… “But now it’s time to melt again… So we can run all those tests. Let your mind drip out just like your drool.”
I nod and my body goes slack, arching to the stroking and then… It all just fades, melting out just like that sweet, sweet drool… I’ve never felt so good, and I’ve never thought so little… What a lovely combination…