In the corner to the right of the door stood one of those big black cases used for delivery.
"Take off your gown and cap," Brian said, startling Flora.
She backed into me, then spun around and hugged me, wanting to be protected. She was sobbing.
"It's okay," I said, stroking her hair and meeting eyes with Patton, who also looked like he might cry. I pulled back from her. "It's okay, Flora. I promise."
"I don't want to," she whispered.
"I'll do it with you."
"You will?"
"Yes, and so will Patton."
I pulled my shirt off first, then unhooked my bra. Flora's mouth opened a little, her eyes wandering up and down my body. After kicking off my shoes, I pulled my pants down to my ankles and stomped my way out of them. Behind Flora, Brain was busy putting instruments on a small tray. One of them was a needle.
As I dropped my panties, I looked at Patton. "What are you waiting for?"
"You're serious."
"Patton, the poor girl's terrified. Take your goddamn clothes off."
"Don't you think that's a little inappropriate? I'm her principal."
"Not anymore," I said, "and what the fuck do you mean inappropriate? Is anything appropriate in this God-forsaken place? Naked. Now. Let's go."
When I turned back to Flora, she was actually smiling, though tears still streamed down her cheeks.
Then Patton started taking his clothes off, and both of us were transfixed. I'd never seen him out of his suit before. He was ripped. All muscle. Smooth, hairless chest, biceps, six-pack. No wonder he'd handled me like a rag doll in my office earlier. He could bench press me if he wanted.
"Nope, come on, boxers too."
Patton sighed deliberately, then bent and pulled them down, letting his cock flop out. It was easily eight inches. Maybe closer to ten.
While it had Flora distracted, I moved behind her and unzipped her gown, then brushed it off her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. She immediately covered her breasts and looked down at her feet.
"On the table, please," Brian said coldly.
I snapped my fingers at him as I led Flora to the table. "Hey, this isn't a mortuary. Act a little more chipper, fuck face."
"I don't like dick," he said. "Especially not my brother's."
"You guys are brothers?" Flora squeaked. I nodded and patted the table. She hopped up on it, breasts bouncing.
"Lie back," I whispered.
"Don't let go of my hand, okay?"
"Okay."
Brian mumbled something and I told him to repeat himself.
"I said you really do think you run the show."
Patton laughed. "I told you."
"Whatever, let's just get this over with."
Brian commenced with his examination. Every step of the way I asked him what he was doing, remembering what he'd done to me when I was on the exam table, molesting me in my drugged state. He got fed up with my questions pretty quickly and told Patton to remove me from the room, but I didn't even give Patton a chance to speak.
"You can kiss my ass, Brian. This would be a lot less frightening for her if you'd just announce what you're doing before you do it. Are you fucking retarded?"
He sighed and continued.
Most of the Preparation Stage, for Flora, consisted only of a routine medical examination, which I had no idea Brian was qualified to conduct. A female gynecologist with short, spiky grey hair came in at one point to confirm Flora's virginity. Then a very short, very skinny, very hyper gay man appeared to dress her in her white see-through gown and do her make-up. He was very pleased to find Patton naked. "Oh my God, a snake!" he joked.
I wasn't in the right mood. "Is all this shit necessary? She's just coming to my room. She's not a fucking Barbie."
"Policy," Brian said. It seemed to be his favorite word. He used it every time I objected to anything.
The good news was as soon as Flora had the slight protection of the gown, she offered for Patton and I to get dressed. Patton seemed particularly eager, with the stylist staring at his dick like one of the seven wonders of the world.
Flora seemed to enjoy the makeup and hair styling. "I've never had curls before," she said.
"Baby, you look fabulous," the stylist said.
She raised and dropped her shoulders, grinning and twirling her finger around one of her curly new locks of hair. A moment of levity. It was great to see her smile.
When the stylist left, Brian instructed Flora to get in the black box.
"No," I said.
"Policy, Melissa. What part of that word don't you understand. She has to go in the box because if she doesn't then she'll attack us when I turn on the device."
"I don't want the device turned on."
"I don't care what you want!"
"What device?" Flora asked.
I was furious. He wanted to have a shouting match with me?
"You listen here, cocksucker. I'm paying for her. I own her. And I don't want the goddamn device turned on, so leave it the fuck off!"
"Leave it off," Patton said, stepping between us.
Brian was gritting his teeth. "I don't know what you see in that bitch."
"Fuck you, nerd!" I said.
"Stop fighting, both of you!" Flora cried. We all stopped. This was the first time I'd heard her raise her voice--a first for Brian and Patton, too, apparently.
Brian approached Flora and grabbed her by the arm. I moved to attack, but he threw up his hands and said, "I just want to show you how to work the damn thing. Now look . . ." He took Flora's upper arm, holding the bicep loosely. "You see that tiny little scar?"
I had to look closely. Flora looked too.
"I didn't know I had that," she said. "What's that from?"
"You press right there," Brian instructed me. "There's a button in there. You'll hear it click into place. It takes about ten minutes for both drugs to come to their peak levels in her blood stream."
"Both drugs?" I asked.
"The Libido Drug and the Love Drug."
I remembered now. When I first saw the previous Flora Girl in the Showcase Hall, Kate had told me Brian invented two chemical compounds.
Flora was so confused she couldn't speak.
"To turn the device off," Brian continued, "you press it again. You'll feel it release. Got it?"
"Got it," I said.
He let go, and Flora began to stroke the little scar with her finger.
"Don't touch it," I told her.
"What is it?"
"I'll tell you about it when we get home. For now, just leave it alone." I looked at Brian. "Are we done here?"
"Thank God," he said.
"Then let's go. Flora, come on." She was touching the scar again. "Stop touching it," I said.
I had to tell her three more times before we got to my room.
─Fucking Epilogue─
FLORA AND Liu hit it off from the moment we returned to the room. I went to the closet to find her something less scanty than a see-through gown, and when I returned Flora was touching Liu's face, asking her where she came from, inspecting her like a strange new species.
They laughed and giggled into the evening, and when it was time for me to leave them, they were lying on the bed with their feet kicking around in the air. This would be the first time Flora had ever seen a movie.
I set a big bowl of popcorn on the bed.
"Help yourselves to whatever you want, okay? This is your room. Everything in it belongs to all of us."
"Thanks Melissa," Flora said.
"Have fun!" said Liu, and they both giggled again.
"Same to you," I told them. "And remember, Flora, don't play with your scar, okay? I mean it."
"I won't," she said. "I promise."
I believed her. It was refreshing being around someone I could trust. Liu seemed trustworthy, too, if only because she was too intimidated by the environment of her strange new job.
As I was leaving, they called out to m
e and asked if they could make a drink.
"Just one for now," I said. "I'll come check on you here in a little while."
Then I headed into the corridor, stripping naked along the way. I stopped just before the entrance to the shower room, took off my pants, and removed the small vial from my pocket.
I entered completely nude.
He was waiting for me in the steaming pool. When he saw me, he stood.
I watched the water cascade down his muscular body, his stomach, his thighs, dripping from his dangling penis.
I stepped into the water and approached him slowly, one step at a time, making him wait for me for as long as possible. I stole glances as his dick, fearful and embarrassed, hoping he didn't catch me. It was stupid. I hadn't behaved this way since I was a teenager, abashedly peering around the room like when I used to watch movies with my parents and a sex scene popped up onscreen.
Behind him the waterfall roared, generating a misty breeze that made the tropical plants to the right move and sway rhythmically. I normally didn't experience the feeling of romance, but for the briefest of moments, I almost believed we were actually wading in tropical waters, somewhere remote and hot and beautiful.
I stopped short of him maybe three feet and studied his sweaty body, starting with his eyes, those cloudy liquid irises, and moving down his broad shoulders, his meaty torso, the tight creases, the moist skin, the rock-hard curves, the veins, the twitches. Finally my eyes focused on his cock, the hard and hefty thing that embarrassed me so much and for reasons I didn't understand. It was now half erect and pointing right at me, like a tool for navigation.
I used to think Ted was well-endowed. Patton, this poor, perfect creature, was downright burdened.
I was a little nervous about it.
But I knew how to take care of that.
I held the vial up to my face, unscrewed the dropper, and filled it by squeezing and releasing the rubber nipple.
"That's against the rules."
"No it's not," I said. "You're in my calendar. I scheduled you for an appointment. You're a client."
He laughed. "You're kidding."
I shook my head with a conniving smile.
"I don't think we need any Libido Drug," he said.
"Do we need the Love Drug?" I asked.
"No. Not even a little bit."
I held the dropper out between us, my heart fluttering, and squeezed four beads into the pool. Then I quickly screwed the top back on the vial and looked up at Patton. I could feel the drug taking hold of me already, like hot tentacles snaking out of the water, up my legs, my inner thighs, then suddenly forcing their way inside me, spreading throughout my body. It was exquisite. Every inch of my body tingled, and the more vulnerable parts, especially my clitoris and my nipples, were on the brink of explosion.
Patton looked like he was in shock. His mouth hung open and his eyebrows were raised. I watched his cock stand straight up, growing and swelling to maximum pressure in a matter of seconds.
I reached out and took hold of it like a microphone. I pulled and he came forward with no resistance.
Brian was right. And you're right, Patton. I run the fucking show here.
I took to my knees, stroking him slowly, and like a short person at a tall microphone stand, I pulled his cock down to a horizontal position. I looked up at him, stroking, and he looked down at me, breathing hard.
"You're . . . going to help me . . . tear this place down."
I shook my head slowly. "No," I told him, batting my eyes, "you're going to help me."
He smiled, open-mouthed. "That works." I stroked harder. He closed his eyes. "That works just fine."
I teased him twice by breathing on the head of his cock, brushing my lips quickly along the shaft, and then kissing him at the base. Once to the right, once to the left.
On the third pass, I opened my mouth wide, guided him in without my lips touching him, and then sucked hard, massaging the head with my tongue as I slowly extracted him. He exploded all over my face, and I burst out laughing while he moaned in rising pitch and volume, coming everywhere, on my chest, in my hair, beads of it shooting out into the water, hitting my shoulder. When he stopped ejaculating, his dick remained hard, but his eyes returned to me, refilling with lust, with aggression.
I dropped under the water and wiped the semen off my face.
Patton must have knelt because I felt his hands grabbing at me. Playfully, I tried to swim away, kicking at his arms and his chest lightly, but he got both hands around my waist and pulled me toward him, extracting my upper half from the water, pulling me tight to his slippery body.
He wiped the hair out of my face and I quickly rubbed my eyes. I opened them to his smiling face, his crazy eyes, and a deep, warm, passionate kiss.
Then he was standing and pulling me up with him. He launched me into the air and caught me by the ass like someone balancing a baseball bat, only with two hands, and before I could lose my balance he placed me on his face, reaching one hand up to grab my left wrist, then the other, letting my full weight rest upon his face. His face and his tongue.
I couldn't believe his strength.
His tongue was inside me. I was high in the air, where the air was cooler.
I was going to come.
I could see the top of the waterfall, the PVC pipe that fed the water over the little rock ledge and splashing down in the pool below, generating that warm mist, making those tropical plants sway just a little, just enough to give the illusion of a wild place where anything can happen. Swaying, gently swaying, like me, a balancing act, suspended on Patton's long tongue.
Suddenly my world was turning upside down.
I caught a glimpse.
I was coming.
Patton flipped me upside down and held me against him. He started licking my clit, my labia. His tongue penetrated me again, slipping in and out, in and out, licking, penetrating, soft, hard.
A glimpse. I caught a glimpse.
Behind the tropical plants, where I never thought to look.
An air duct cover. Big enough even for Clifton.
I gripped his thighs and sucked his cock, stiffening with a crippling orgasm, screaming silently.
Oh, fuck yes.
TO BE CONTINUED . . .
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