Saoirse's Adventures Pt. 5
Saoirse sat up, feeling foggy in the bright lights. She'd slept on the folding bed in a strangely nice basement office, which she'd found the night before in the lower levels of the sprawling "World Sleepers" building. The building had sat empty for years in the middle of nowhere, yet the water and electricity were still on.
"Ugh, what time is it?" she yawned to herself, stretching. Arthur lay next to her, fast asleep on his side with his head on his arm and his crowlike black-feathered wings twitching behind him. He had shoulder-length curly dark hair, an olive complexion, and a lot of freckles, and he wore a simple hoodie and swim shorts. There was a sizable, gently throbbing bulge in those shorts, and Saoirse couldn't help staring at it for a few sleepy seconds.
Saoirse appeared mostly human, with light skin and hazel eyes. She also had a pair of catlike ears, with fur the same pale yellow as the hair on her head and the fluff on her knee-length tail. She looked down at her t-shirt and shorts from the night before, and then back up blearily. Her electronics were close by on a scuffed but nice mahogany desk. Saoirse got up, gingerly moving around her full bladder, and crossed the room. Her camera sat next to the paper wrappings from the tacos Arthur had brought her. The charger was plugged in, but the camera wasn't. Neither was her radio.
Saoirse grumbled to herself and plugged in her devices. She had to wait for her camera to charge a bit before she could turn it on and get a look at the clock, so she used that time to clear off the desk. There was a handy wastebasket in the corner, and Saoirse used that. Her bladder strained, and it occurred to her that she could pee in it-
A low buzzing noise made both Saoirse and Arthur jump. Saoirse had to clench up to avoid a leak, and Arthur clutched at his crotch as he sat up, his other hand groping for his pocket. He took out his phone and checked it.
Relieved, Saoirse pushed the "on" button on her camera. The screen lit up, flashing its software logo.
"Oh no," Arthur gulped from the couch bed. Saoirse waited for the camera's display to show the clock: 11:13 AM. She'd been planning to get up at sunrise and get more photos, but she still had another few days there. She yawned and glanced over at Arthur, clicking away at the buttons on his flip phone.
"Oh yeah, you were supposed to be back early," yawned Saoirse. "Are they texting you?"
Arthur nodded, trying to furtively adjust the bulge in his crotch. He never quite achieved "furtive" but his erection was less obvious afterward, at least. "I'm hoping my friend Milly will cover for me. She's in town today with her family."
"Milly? The friend who gave you that thing you tied onto your dick?" Saoirse asked, satisfied at the blush it produced across Arthur's cheekbones.
Arthur stood up. "She expressly told me not to do that. I put it on anyway."
"I see," snorted Saoirse.
Arthur's phone vibrated and he checked it, sighing with relief. "She told them I was with her," he said. His hand stayed in his pocket when he put his phone back, making small, quick movements as he turned on his heel and went for the door. "Do you want to um..." he turned red. "You know-"
"Go with you?" said Saoirse. "Yeah. Want to see how far I've gotten in the complex?"
Saoirse led the way through a labyrinth of dusty hallways to the far side of the building. Arthur walked next to her, with his hand working away at the pee boner in his pocket. Saoirse's keen sense of smell told her that he'd been leaking, and it seemed like he might stop and wet himself at any moment, but he kept walking.
The hall brought them to a long office room with low ceilings. The windows on the left side of the room faced the lake, but they were just the standard building windows. Another set of windows mirrored them on the opposite wall, overlooking the facility's overgrown parking lot, where tall grass broke up the asphalt in a crumbly grid all the way out to the fences.
At the end of the room, sitting in an oddly prominent position in the middle of the wall, sat a bookcase. It was recessed into the wall, and looked distinctly out of place; it was painted a light, grayish off-white, while the walls around it were a warmer, more yellow off-white. Comparing different shades of off-white was an objectively silly thing to do, but Saoirse's hunch about the shelf had paid off.
Saoirse stopped proudly at the bookcase. Arthur halted next to her, puzzled. She wondered whether she'd have to say "ta-dah!"
Arthur shifted on his feet. "They...had books? Sersh, if this is as far as you've gotten, I really need to-"
Saoirse reached up and pulled a lever in the side of the bookcase. It swung inward, rolling back smoothly. An almost pitch-black corridor greeted them, and Saoirse took Arthur's free hand.
"I can see," she said. "It looks like there's a light further up."
In the dark hallway, Saoirse thought there might be some doors to the sides, but there weren't any. The hallway ended in a door, outlined in daylight. There didn't appear to be a doorknob, so Saoirse felt around.
