Part 4 -- Jenna gets levitated
The sign said Willard Industries.
It was a small warehouse in an industrial complex. Martin parked by the front door. Jenna re-dressed herself. They got out of the Mercedes and walk up to the door. Jenna opened it and they entered a small office/reception area. There was another door, marked 'Private.' Jenna turned the doorknob. The door was unlocked. They entered a workshop.
In front of them was a table floating in the air about one foot off the warehouse floor. There were black Velcro straps around each leg of the table.
To their right was a desk. Beside it was short man with uncombed white hair. He held a machine that was about the size of a mid-sized radio.
"Are you Professor Willard?" Martin asked.
"Yes, I am," he said. "But I'm too busy to talk."
He was absorbed in his work. He didn't look up.
"I just can't get the distance right," he said. "Watch what happens when I move the table further away."
Was he talking to them?
The table slowly floated further into the warehouse as if moved by invisible hands. Suddenly, it began to wobble in the air. Just as it reached the back of the workshop, the table fell to the concrete floor landing on its four legs with a thud.
"See. I just can't get solve the distance problem."
He put the machine on the desk.
Jenna was fascinated. She put her purse on the desk by the machine and walked over to examine the table, her heels clicking on the floor.
Meanwhile, Martin talked to the Professor.
"It's a levitation transmitter machine," the Professor said.
Martin introduced himself as a potential investor. He what to know all about the Professor's machine and how it operated.
"It's really quite simple," Willard said. "I levitate these Velcro straps with radio waves from the transmitter. Anything that's attached to those straps defies gravity. But the problem is that I have to be within twenty feet for it to work."
"Will these straps levitate anything?"
"Oh, my, yes. Tables, chairs, even a piano."
"What about a person?"
"Of course, as long as they're wearing the straps. But as I said, the person or object has to be within twenty feet of the transmitter."
"Show me. Levitate Jenna."
"Are you serious," she said.
"Do it, professor," Martin said.
Willard walked across the room and removed the four Velcro straps from the table that was now standing on its legs on the floor, just like a normal table.
"Put out your hands, my dear. This won't hurt a bit. As matter of fact, it'll be a lot of fun."
She looked at Martin, who nodded his head. She put out her arms.
"Please don't worry, my dear. I'm done it to myself, even though it's a bit awkward to float and work the dials at the same time."
Willard wrapped a Velcro strip around each wrist. He got on his knees and wrapped one around each ankle. He blushed when he saw that she wasn't wearing any underwear. She looked down at him and smiled coyly, an amused glint in her eye.
He escorted her back to the desk, where he got two additional straps from the desk drawer. He wrapped one around her waist and the other around her neck.
"You're all set," he said. "Put your arms straight up in the air as though you're reaching for the ceiling."
Jenna did so.
Willard picked up the levitation machine and turned a dial. Jenna gently rose into the air as though pulled by invisible wires. Her feet slipped out of her shoes that remained on the warehouse floor. She was about two feet off the floor.
He turned another dial and Jenna floated horizontally, face down, in a Superman position. She was about three feet above the warehouse floor.
"How do you feel?" Martin asked.
"It's the strangest sensation," she said. "It's as though I'm floating in the air, with no up or down. I can move my fingers and toes but not my arms and legs. I can turn my head, but that's it. I can't move anything else."
"There's no stress or pull on any of the muscles," Willard said to Martin. "I made sure of that. All of the bands work together to ensure that she floats comfortably."
"Let me try," Martin said.
Willard handed him the machine. Martin turned one of the dials. Jenna rotated ninety-degrees. Now, she was facing the ceiling parallel with the concrete floor.
"It's like I'm floating on top of the water," she said. "Except that I can't feel anything against my body. It's amazingly restful. I could fall asleep like this."
She was so comfortable and relaxed that she forgot that the purpose of her visit was to confront Willard about the $10 cheque that he forged into $10,000.
She was literally floating on air.
Another turn of the dial and she was vertical but upside-down with her feet in the air and the tips of her red hair touching the floor. The bottom part of her sundress now covered her torso. The Velcro band around her waist prevent the dress from completely falling off her body.
In this position, she was naked and exposed from her waist to her toes, albeit upside-down.
"Hey," she said. "Put me upright."
Instead of complying, Martin slowly turned her around in a corkscrew fashion.
"Oh, my," Willard said as he carefully examined her pussy and ass as she gently rotated in a circle in front of him.
Martin turned the dial again and she was back to being parallel to the floor, facing the ceiling. Her sundress was bunched at her hips.
"Can I separate her arms and legs?" Martin asked.
