Jenny had gotten her old job back. She'd needed to because her useless husband was not only useless in bed, but was useless as a bread winner.
In the years BC (Before Children), Jenny had worked in a laboratory and was very high up in rank. She'd lead a team and was considered one of the best in her field. When she rang up to ask if they had any vacancies, they almost bit her arm off and invited her to start immediately and almost allowed her to name her own price. Suffice to say, they'd made it worth her while to return and, what's more, she was given her old unit to run.
Her unit was as commercially sterile as it could be, given the nature of the lab work, and this necessitated all staff to shower in and out of the unit. You could not gain access to the changing rooms on either side unless you've gone through the shower first.
Jenny had been working on a particular project and her staff had gone home. She'd put her personal effects into a sealed clinical bag and taken it into the shower with her. The shower finished and she pushed to door to get out of the clean side so she could enter the lab. The door was jammed shut. She swore under her breath and tried again. It was stuck fast and would not budge. Thinking maybe the door from the outer changing room was still open slightly, she tried that door too. Jammed. She was stuck in the middle, totally naked in a locked shower unit, her staff had gone home and the unit was so well insulated against pathogens, it was also insulated against sound.
Jenny opened her sealed clinical bag and took out her one personal item, her mobile phone, and rang her boss. He rushed down with colleagues into the female changing rooms and they tried to get the door open. It was no use, the door was jammed.
The governor decided to call the fire and rescue service and, before long, an appliance was despatched and the crew directed to the incident.
The fire chief despatched two of his team to go in via the male changing area and try to gain access that way. The solid doors were like trying to crack a safe, waterproof seals and solid steel stood between Jenny and her rescuers.
The lab itself was very well heated and although Jenny stood in the shower cubicle naked, she was not cold. She could hear the occasional clang as tools were bashed against metal or walls, and other than the air vent which was big enough to get a rabbit through, and the drainage hold which was big enough for a mouse, maybe.
Jenny felt a rush of cool air and the door on the clean side opened. There, in front of her, were two young and very good looking fire officers. She stepped out in her nakedness and one of them took off his jacket to put around her.
"Are you OK, darling?" the fireman said, his common cockney accent accentuating his appeal. She looked up at his face, his kind eyes showing genuine concern.
"Yes, thank you" she said. The second fire officer, a little taller and of half caste skin, squatted down in front of her as she was sat on a bench in the ladies changing rooms.
"Are you hurt anywhere?" he asked. She shook her head.
"No, I'm fine."
"You're more than fine, sweetheart" said the first fire fighter. "I'm Stuart and this is Rob" he said, by way of introduction.
"I'm Jenny" she said, holding out her hand to shake. Stuart took her hand and kissed the back like a gentleman. He was actually looking to see what she wore on her hand.
"Been married long?" he said, noticing her band of Gold.
"Too ruddy long" she said, a little too quick. Stuart smiled at Rob.
"Not happy in your marriage darling?" he said, quickly adding the question "Why's that, then?"
Jenny had noticed that beneath their uniforms, they appeared to be sporting either very heavy tools or they were aroused by her. Assuming the latter, she felt flattered.
"My husband's only got a small dick" she said.
"How small is small then?" Rob asked. She smiled.
"Oh, you know?" she said, beginning to flirt with them and enjoying it.
"Stuart's got a small one, haven't you?" Rob jeered. Stuart took the feed line.
