Authors note:
Inspired by WorldEnderWords'/Nathan Domin's Tentacle Breeding Ground series. This is the first short story I have written in a long time, and certainly my first erotic one. The story is told from a female first person. I wrote it this way because I wanted to delve into the mind and explore the senses. You will see many recurring themes from the main storyline, so if you enjoyed the descriptive krinis scenes, I trust that you will enjoy this one, too!
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7am once again,
I think to myself as my phone forces my eyes open. Sunlight just began to peer through the window
,
directing me towards the kitchen area. I throw away the covers and exit my bedroom, analyzing the kitchen while pondering a meal.
Breakfast shouldn't take long; a handful of fruit and cereal should hold me over. Maybe a coffee too, I'll make a small pot while I shower.
After putting the grounds and water in the machine, I make my way back towards the bedroom and attached bathroom. Hanging in the closet is a dollar store uniform. I unhook the hanger and lay it out on the bed so it's ready for me to put on in about ten minutes.
I feel like being cute today,
I decided as I rummage through my underwear drawer. After a few moments, a beautiful black lace bralette and panties emerge from the drawer. The lace stitching made little floral patterns that matched the cutsy aesthetic of the 34B bralette, and the panties were similarly crafted to match. After a brief period of admiration, I place them next to the uniform.
Realizing the time, I quickly turn and head for the bathroom. The T-shirt I'm wearing is pulled off as I'm walking and is lazily thrown into the hamper. Stumbling slightly while taking my track shorts off, I miss the hamper throw while catching my footing.
"I'll do that later tonight."
A few more steps and I'm in the bathroom. The mirror reflects my unkempt and naked form. My brown, shoulder-blade-length hair is a little frizzy from my pillow, but it's nothing some warm water won't fix. The rest of my body seems to be in good shape. My face is finally clearing up and it's looking extra soft these days, especially when my brown eyes catch the light.
I did just shave and I'm not that dirty, so a quick rinse should do, I'll be back home this evening
, I thought.
Jumping in the shower, I brave the initial burst of cold water to save a minute or two. I can feel my nipples harden and I cower slightly, but then the warmth quickly replaces the glacial waters. I melt into the feeling, the tenseness of muscles wash away down the drain. Moaning slightly into the moment, I catch myself and come back to reality.
"I really wish I could stay home today, but oh well."
With the rinse finished, I step out onto a mat and grab the towel. The soft fabric is welcomed against my slightly reddened skin still beaded with water. I step on a tile and immediately catch a chill, so I race to the hair dryer. I shiver as I fumble with the controls, but I flick it on in no time. The warm air feels good, the drops of water tickle as they move down my body.
I can't waste too much time here,
I think as I wrap the towel around my body.
All dried off, teeth brushed, deodorant on, I walk to my bed where my clothes await. The towel drops with a floof and I step out of the fabric ring. Picking up the panties, I slip them on carefully until they hold my thin waist gently but firmly. My black bralette is next and it finds its place with ease.
The black contrasts so well with my white skin,
I thought as I inspected the fit.
"Now to cover it up."
A pair of khaki pants, a gray shirt, black sneakers, and the company apron is all that's required. It only takes moments to dawn on the rest of the ensemble. I grab my phone off my nightstand and wander towards the roasted aroma of my coffee. Entering the kitchen, I approach the cabinets to retrieve a bowl and coffee mug. These are placed on a small dinette table and are shortly paired with cereal from the pantry, blueberries from the fridge, and a fresh stream of coffee poured into the mug.
"7:22, ok I'm good", I said aloud, thankful for a few minutes of peace. I look down at my uniform, then up at my bachelor's degree hanging nearby. It reads "Bachelor's in Digital Marketing: Awarded to Emma Pierce" in the major print. I think about how this is only temporary.
I just graduated, I'll find some marketing work soon. This job will get me through the next couple weeks and then I'll be building my career as planned.
As I absentmindedly ate breakfast and dream of the future, the sunlight hits my eye through the window. I realized it was time to leave, so I stood up with my dishes and rinsed them in the sink. Finding my purse and throwing in my phone, I opened my apartment door and locked it behind me.
***
People seemed slightly agitated this morning. Houston isn't the most peaceful city in the world, and maybe the cold October air is throwing people off too. Luckily the dollar store is a short walk so I can just avoid the traffic, but I cannot shake the feeling that something was wrong. Passing people occasionally, they mumble something about balloons and beaches? That sounds like a fun event, so their mildly hysteric behavior is misplaced to me. Shrugging it off as another trend that will change in 20 minutes, I reach the dollar store. I pull out the company key and the lock clicks open. Walking inside, I find the employee area and set down my belongings. After a few minutes of opening, the lights are on and the registers are ready.
8am sharp, a few early birds showed up. An older man has a slight pep in his step walking in, and a middle-aged woman is visibly worried. I think back to how people were behaving earlier and decided to make small talk of it when they came to checkout.
The woman approached first, carrying with her a case of soup, water, and some rice.
"Find everything ok today ma'am?"
"Yes dear but please hurry, here's $20."
"That's good to hear, I'll take that for you. Do you know what's got everyone so hyped up today?"
"Didn't you see? The military found some objects along the coast this morning! I don't know who the hell or why the hell but I'm stocking up."
Before I could press further, she left without any bags, her receipt, or change.
The military? Objects? Did she mean the balloons?
Lost in confusion, I almost didn't notice the older man in front of me. His doomsday list consisted of some auto parts and flashlights.
"So, you didn't hear what happened?"
"I guess not, no. I was on autopilot this morning and didn't check anything," I said, taking his card.
"Well, I'm not really certain either, young lady. I just know that this could be a terrorist attack or something of that nature. Those are missiles for all I know, so I'm taking care of some chores today to be safe."
"Ok, well thanks for the information and please be safe."