Copyright 2012, 2020 Lisa Summers
All characters are 18 or older at the time of sexual activity.
Mary Ann smiled, perhaps a little sadly, Kayce thought. "And, that's my story," she said.
Kayce was silent for a moment. "That is the most romantic story that I've ever heard. You and Donna must have been wonderful together..." She had the sense that there was more to the story that Mary Ann was not revealing, and she didn't want to hurt, or offend her new lover. She supposed that Mary Ann would tell her, in her time.
"Well, you now know more than most people, because I'd like for you to become an influential and important person here, if you want," Mary Ann said, letting out a breath to signal that the story telling was over. "So, let's talk about the future."
"I'd love to," Kayce responded, leaning forward in her chair. Something inside her told her that this moment would reveal what all the events of her recent past were about, and show her a path to success.
"We have the little matter of Melissa to attend to first, but soon you'll be meeting with Roberta Ashbrook, Donna's mother. She and I are essential to the goals of The Organization, and to setting you on your path." Mary Ann paused. "She and I often meet, and talk about Donna. Roberta has meant a great deal to me." Mary Ann worked to put on a smile, then succeeded and stood with Kayce.
"Sex is very free and easy here at The Organization, as you've learned to some extent. One of the side effects of the formula that we use so freely, besides the blessed advantage of sapphic interest among most of us, is the relaxation of sexual morés. It's not unusual for a member to use a break, or lunch break, or day off, to pursue a co-worker, and the co-worker, more often than not, will be happy to comply."
She laughed. "It's just one more way that we're way out of compliance with United States federal laws and regulations: At The Big "O", as some call us, sexual harrassment is fine, as long as it doesn't include a male." Kayce smiled. She'd have to get used to her new world.
"I thought that I might go and see Melissa, if that's okay?" Kayce asked. Mary Ann nodded.
"To be entirely truthful with you - which is something rare for someone in this organization," Mary Ann said, "I had intended to fuck your brains out today. But then you made me tell you my story, and about Donna, and now I'm feeling a little - well, I just need some alone time."
"By all means, be with your partner. Although she won't see you there, you'll be a comfort. Oh, and don't forget to check in to your new apartment. It's temporary while we get you and Melissa situated. Of course, once you're fully operative, you can go back to your real home."
Kayce remembered the way to the room where Melissa was undergoing her conversion. Passing a large window looking down on the park, she had a stray thought about the young mother in the park that they'd met along the way, and wincing at the way she'd treated her. "Maybe I'm not heartless enough for The Organization," she thought.
After what seemed like walking forever, Kayce arrived at the conversión room. Melissa was still in her seat, her body spasmodically reacting to all the erotic stimuli, then slumping back against the seat rest. Kayce recalled floating in and out of a dream state the whole time, even the regular liquid feedings seemed like a dream.
Kayce approached a female technician, cute and perky, but made less sexy, or perhaps more so, with her lab coat and glasses.
"Is she due a feeding?" Kayce asked. The technician looked surprised.
"Yes, as a matter of fact, it's a few minutes overdue. I was just about-"
"Do you think that I might do it? Mary Ann will okay it," Kayce said. The technician showed Kayce how to feed her, and handed Kayce the bottle.
"Don't worry if she dribbles it, she's going to have a shitload of stuff all over her by the time it's through." The technician hesitated. "Uhh, you might remember that yourself."
Kayce thanked her, then adjusted the nipple to fit into Melissa's slack mouth. She took the nipple, almost like a baby sucks her mother's breast...or as a lover does. Kayce knew she wasn't allowed to touch Melissa, but she did anyway, stroking her sweat-soaked hair to comfort and reassure her.
"Soon, Melissa...soon," she crooned to her naked partner. She watched the woman for a few more minutes, then left to go to her private apartment in the building that had been assigned to her. As she got to the door, she heard sounds inside.
"Fuck...what's this?" she asked herself, silently opening the door after unlocking it with the keycard that Mary Ann had given her. She eased her way in. Unfamiliar with the layout, she paused to assess the sources of the sounds. She heard a woman's voice, overlaid by a man's voice. The woman was pleading, the man sounded angry. Underlying that was a hissing sound, which she identified as running wáter.
Without a weapon, other than her fighting skills, Kayce was at a big disadvantage. She considered for a second whether she should call the pólice or not.
"Criminal Syndicate Associate Unwittingly Calls in Cops" - she could see that headline in the
N. Y. Post. Better to deal with this herself. Unless he had a gun, she was rated to take him down with manual weapons, or better, if he were trying to use his superior size.
She eased down the short hallway, which opened into a spacious living room straight ahead. There was a plastic cart with cleaning materials in the middle of the room. To the right, a small galley kitchen that opened onto the living room, and small dining área. Around the corner to her left, was a mystery.
