It had been a quiet night up until now. Working in the emergency room had always been Katies dream; although the staff shortages were forcing her to accept broader responsibilities than she had been trained for, and she worked with the constant fear that she may be "in over her head." If it wasn t for the support of her "soul mate" Cris, she would have quit a long time ago. But the two had made a special "pact" to stick it out together over a glass of warm Chablis one night, and remained true to their promise despite the ever increasing pressures. Katie was the most shy of the two; the middle child between two brothers, she had spent most of her youth on a farm, and was continually badgered in the male dominated family. Cris was far more assertive, being the eldest of a four member family, and had learned responsibility early thanks to her working parents and a younger brother.
Both nurses had exceptional appearances, and never lacked for offers to view the most recent releases, or sample the appetizers at the finer restaurants. They had their share of young doctors and "secure older men," with the subsequent nights of wild passion and lonely mornings that followed. Neither had found a perspective counterpart to help alter their current paths, and the long hours with floating shifts made any serious attempts of pursuit almost impossible. During one particular event, they had turned to each other in desperation for gratification only to burst into laughter at one of the more serious moments. Still, they longed for the companionship of someone who could really care and would often exchange like fantasies during extended coffee breaks.
As the night wore on, the steady stream of victims, victims of victims, and those seeking victims dwindled into recent memory and the two young nurses finally were able to share a break together. Amidst their exchanges they both noticed the two young interns over in the corner at the same instant and abruptly stopped talking. The two men had both faces and figures to die for; but it was their intense blue eyes that awoke the nurses hormones. As if by cue, the two men ended their apparent conversation and turned to face the nurses with warm, perfect smiles. For a long moment, four sets of eyes stared at each other wordlessly, yet saying so much. The next moment found them at the same table, impervious to time and reservations. They seemed to have so much in common and it was only the entrance of one of the veteran Doctors that broke the magical mystery of the moment they were sharing. The remainder of the night flew past in a flurry, the two nurses exchanging knowing smiles as they passed one another on their individual routes.
Their shift ended as a brief whisper in the wind, and they both dashed to the powder room to try and mask the effects of the evening. With a final spritz of perfume they headed to the pre-determined rendezvous with wings on their feet, only to find their two young suitors missing. Assuming work commitments had detained them, Katie and Cris exchanged anxious "small-talk" in an effort to hurry the clock. Soon they became so intent in their conversation that they failed to notice the giant shadow in the sky that approached from the horizon and hovered over the parking lot where they stood. Suddenly they were surrounded by a curtain of floating crystals, and felt themselves being pulled into the air. They tried to call out for help, but the sounds was endlessly echoed in their ears, and they soon became disoriented and lost consciousness.
Katie awoke first. They both floated midway between the floor and ceiling in a featureless white room; naked and, with the exception of the hair on their heads, clean shaven. Her skin felt incredibly clean and glistened in the subdued light; and she knew her digestive tract had been purged. The sensation of floating effortlessly on air, totally naked and clean was the most relaxing sensation she could remember, and she closed her eyes to savor the moment. It was then the first intern entered and walked over to her floating form to study her assets. Her long fine dark hair floated freely about her pristine face. She had a beautiful olive complexion and small dark nipples crowning the two small globes that were flawless in shape, her high cheekbones and full lashes accented her dark brown eyes, and her long neck and sensuous lips beckoned him closer. As he leaned over her form, he studied her tiny navel and the smooth fluid progression of her skin as it stretched firmly down her abdomen and across the two hip bones to her long slender legs and tiny toes. Her vulva was small and a darker shade of skin that barely revealed her inner vestibule and the hidden lips therein. He made some minor adjustments to a panel on his sleeve, and walked out into the silent corridor with her unknowing form floating freely behind him.
As the entrance panel closed behind them, Cris stirred and opened her eyes. Quickly assessing her position, she struggled to free herself, only to pull a muscle in her thigh. She yelped as the muscle spasmed, and the second intern entered. Before he could respond, she began to fire interrogatives at him, until virtually overwhelmed, he returned her back to a sleep state with a simple adjustment to his wrist panel. While she lay there in peaceful repose, he surveyed her form; the slender hips and fingers, her long blond hair and dark tan accented by the lines on her breasts and hips, her large fluid breasts with large crowning nipples, and her well toned muscles accentuating the large lips of her pink vulva. He found her small upturned nose, large succulent lips, and wide green eyes to be most alluring, and while he was gazing at her, Katie returned, followed by her attending intern. Once the two young women were floating passively within a short distance from one another, the two interns studied them for a long moment and disappeared back into one of the white walls.
Both nurses awoke with a start when a stately yet decidedly feminine voice thundered through the now darkened room;
"You have been chosen to assist us in restoring what once was," it stated. "The men from our once flourishing world have lost the ability to produce offspring even though they remain fertile. Your background, youth, and knowledge will provide us with the power to restore our dying world."
"Hold on a minute, Hotshot;" it was Cris retorting, "Have you thought about asking us first?"
"You have no choice." The voice retorted.
"Maybe that's your problem, bitch; if I were a guy, I wouldn't give you my razor stubble much less offspring!"
"Define bitch and stubble," the voice commanded.
