Wendy opens her eyes. She’s laying on her back, on a hard floor and there is weight across her legs. The ceiling, high above is made of struts and corrugated metal, spots of rust show through the white paint. Lights hang down, but are not currently on. She lays there, not thinking, just lays. A noise, faint, with a trace of echo: footsteps. She sits up. The weight on her legs is a person, a woman, lying across them, face down. The woman’s long dark, nearly black hair is a mess and hides her face. From what Wendy can see, her tight blue dress shows off a curvy figure. Laying on the concrete just past her is another body. It lays on it’s side facing away and her hair too, is a mess.
A thought. No, an impulse. Wendy’s hands come up and feel her head. Like the other two, her hair is everywhere. She runs her fingers through the light brown wavy locks, straightening them, pulling out the worst of the snags.
Sam. The woman on her legs, is Sam. The thought comes unbidden and while something shifts in Wendy’s mind, it means very little. She reaches forward and pushes the woman as she pulls her legs out from under her, then stands. Sam stirs, rolls onto her back then remains motionless, eyes closed. Wendy’s body feels sore, tired.
Hungry.
The wide room is mostly empty, along the far wall are shelves, holding nothing but dust. Windows, high up along the ceiling, let in late afternoon light, yet the room is still quite dim. The footsteps are a bit louder and Wendy turns towards the doorway, towards the sound. She takes a step and wobbles. She takes another step and her balance is improving. By the time she reaches the door, Wendy is walking normally.
The hallway leads to two more open doors, left and right. The footsteps are coming from the left and she turns towards them. The room she enters is smaller and has a series of workbenches. Like the first room and hallway, it is quite dim. Another doorway on the other side at the back, is open. She can clearly hear someone walking. A beam of light flashes across the wall outside the door.
Wendy moves towards the door, but is only halfway across the room when a person walks through. Man. Uniform. Security guard. This all flashes through Wendy’s mind, but other than Man, it means nothing. She stops and watches him. The flashlight sweeps the room, then flies back, shining in Wendy’s face. It hurts her eyes, she squints and raises her hand to block the bright light.
Another quiet night and all Teddy wants, is to do his rounds quickly and get back to the ball game on the TV. It’s been 4 months doing night watch in the empty place and as usual, it is silent, empty and dull. Stepping into Lab 3, he swings his flashlight across the room as he heads for the far door. His heart leaps! A woman! What the hell is she doing in here? How did she even get in?
“Miss you can’t be in here.” He says with some authority as his nerves calm.
What is that smell?
Run. Sex. Scared. These all flash through Wendy.
Sex.
The woman’s trembling and her shaking hand is blocking the light. Lowering the light, he shines it on her body. Her white top and dark skirt shows off her lean athletic body. Wow, he thinks, she kinda hot. She moans and Teddy is confused. It almost sounds like she’s, he doesn’t know. Like she’s horny?
There’s a scent in the room. Perfume? Flowers? He sniffs again, then deeper. It’s a nice scent and totally out of place in this empty dusty factory. It tickles something in Teddy’s mind, but he can’t place it. He sniffs again and his body relaxes, just a little bit while his cock begins to stir. The woman is walking, no, swaying towards him, like a runway model. One hand trails along a bench top, and the other is up to her smiling mouth as she looks at him under lowered lashes. She licks her lips. The scent is getting stronger as she moves closer. Her hand is now moving down her neck and caressing her chest, above her breasts. Teddy stands transfixed as she approaches, his cock semi-hard in his pants.
“Are.” Teddy gulps, “Are you okay Ma’am?” He winches. ‘Oh god that’s so lame!’
