There was a long pause as Becky stood in the doorway, staring disapprovingly at me, Abby, and Cindy. Becky's blonde hair laid silkily on her slim shoulders, highlighted by the hallway lights behind her. With her white dress and matching blouse, it almost gave her an angelic look. Just like her doubleganger back on my Earth, this world's Becky was absolutely gorgeous. Even with Abby and Cindy most pleasantly positioned beside me, I couldn't help but feel a growing desire for the stunning blonde woman.
Like a kid who had been caught with his hand in the cookie jar, I gave her a guilty little smile. I remembered Becky's speech from this afternoon about pointless fornication. More than a little lecherously, I thought she could use some education on her viewpoint. Maybe, given some time around me, I could explain my peculiar condition. And as Becky remained at the supply room's threshold, her lips slowly curled upward. But not in the way I had hoped.
Becky Walsworth, at least the version I knew, could give one of those most disarming smiles I had ever seen. It had a hint of delighted warmness wrapped around a coy, almost playful grin. Her smile never failed to leave me more than a bit tongue tied. Indeed, she had that effect on most men. The woman now standing before me also had a very similar look, but there was something twisted about the way this Becky wore the expression. A haughty sense of superiority, mixed with more than a little bit of menace changed her smile from charming to a cold smirk.
As for the three of us, we had not been caught at our best. We were sweaty, horny, and had lost a lot of our clothing. Abby had her hospital gown bunch up above her waist, the only other clothing she had on was a pair of socks. With one hand I had helped spread her bare slender legs while I cupped her sex with the other. My pants were around my ankles, and Abby had been in the process of yanking down my briefs when we had been interrupted. As for Cindy, her top was gone along with her bra. She had been pressing her soft tits into my backside while nibbling at my ear.
With my two very sexy, exquisite women pressed against me, I wanted to get back to business. I was finding Becky's interruption as most unwanted. Still, I found myself frozen. Partly from the sheer awkwardness of our sudden exposure and a bit from Becky's troubling smile. Abby was similarly immobile, returning a glassy-eyed stare at the intruder. But it Cindy, irreverent as always, was the first to break out of our stunned silence.
"Either get out, or join us, but whatever you do, close the door. You're letting cold air in."
Becky's smile dropped a notch, and she shook her head ever so slightly. "I don't think so," she said in reply. Taking a step into the storage room, she then stopped as her nose wrinkled in disgust. "It stinks in here like a bunch of wet dogs."
I had no idea what she was talking about. The room was filled with the sweet aromas of both my Abby and Cindy. I could easily breathe in their scents all day long. Becky's new look of revulsion finally broke me out of my embarrassed standstill.
"Well then," I said as I gave my naked-from-the-waist-up partner a grin, "like Cindy suggested, get out." This resulted in Cindy giving me an appreciative nuzzle on my neck. A felt my pulse quicken. I really wanted to get back to my women.
But Becky was not so accommodating. Her crystal blue eyes narrowed, and her gaze traveled up and down my body. She gave no indication she apricated seeing my mostly undressed form. More like she was examining an unpleasant bug she had found. A look of surprise suddenly made its way onto her face.
"You're wearing a nanoweave...Why?"
I was surprised Becky both knew what a nanoweave was and that was I wearing one. I had thought Harold had said it was technology from his Consortium. How did Becky know about it?
Interrupting my surprised reaction to Becky's announcement, Abby whimpered softly in my ear. "Jason...please..." She wriggled her body, pressing her wet sex into my hand. The perfumed scent of her pheromones trickled deep into my brain's cortex. Abby needed me. Concerns about Becky and whatever she knew started to fade. I turned to Abby, wanting to get back to the business of fornicating with my redhead. However, I quickly found Becky was in no mood be kept waiting for an answer. As soon as I started to resume stroking Abby's most sensitive flesh, a yelp of pain came from right behind me, and the soft touch of Cindy's bare bosom against my body vanished.
I spun back around to find Becky had yanked Cindy off me and with one hand was holding the short-haired blonde by the back of her neck. Then with almost no effort, Becky raised her arm and hoisted Cindy off the ground. Putting her a good foot off the floor. Cindy's legs madly kicked but hit nothing but air.
"Let go of me, you bitch," snarled Cindy as she struggled in vain get lose from Becky's amazingly powerful grip.
"Fine," muttered Becky absently. In one flowing pivoted motion, she tossed Cindy into a nearby storage rack. Cindy smashed into the metal framework of the shelving with a loud crash, sending the whole rack tipping backward until it slammed into the storage unit behind it. Then like a short row of massive dominoes, it crashed into the one behind it. The noise of metal striking metal while bottles and other medical supplies went flying in the small supply closet was deafening. As the racket from the metal shelves coming apart finished echoing around the room, Cindy slumped to the floor. She did not move.
"Cindy!" Abby and I both cried out in alarm.
I tried to get to Cindy to see how badly she was hurt, but Becky blocked my way. Her blue eyes had turned hard, and she drilled into me with a penetrating stare. "Who are you?" she demanded. When I did not immediately answer, she grabbed me with one hand and raised the other. The same hand that had picked up and thrown Cindy with surprising ease. With her palm out flat, she held it at a right angle to my head. All she would need to do swing down and hit me. Given how strong she seemed to be, she would likely crack my skull open like an egg.
"You will tell me who you are," announced Becky with a frightening amount of cold authority. "And you will tell me where to find Professor Harold Williams."
Before I could manage to stutter out a reply, a skittering noise came from behind Becky. The sound of something small and possibly ceramic sliding on the lament floor of the hospital. While my focus was on the very scary Becky, out of the very corner of my eye, I saw a circular disk skid into the room from the outside hallway. It came to a stop right behind the menacing blonde woman.
Becky heard it as well. She turned her head to see the source of the disturbance. Her eyes went wide upon seeing the small disk. "Oh shit..." she began and let go of me. Then the very air around her shimmered, bulged, and then began expanding outward in all direction. In the very center of growing bubble of air stood Becky, an angry glare frozen on her face. The undulated distortion rippled away from her. It was like watching a slow-moving wave crossing a calm body of water. And it was coming right at me. There was no possibility for me to get out of the way for the air around me had suddenly become as thick as tar. Then it hit me. There was no explosion or sound, but I certainly felt pain. Over my entire body.
When I was nine, I had visited my Aunt Pam during the summer. Her family had a big inground pool, and I had spent most of my time swimming with my cousins. At one point I had attempted to do a fancy backflip off the diving board. I messed up badly and ended up performing a spectacular uncoordinated belly flop onto the surface of the pool. The water had struck me like a brick wall, and I had ached all over. That is how I now felt, like every square inch of my front side had smacked by a giant wave of water.
My sense of balance had also been severely affected by whatever had hit me. I felt like I was on a boat in roiling sea. The floor seemed to rise and fall under me. I dropped to my knees as the whole room tossed and turned. Moving around appeared out of the question. It did not help that my pants were knotted up around my feet. I shut my eyes, trying to rein in the worst of the churning nausea I was feeling. After a few seconds, or maybe a couple of hours, the spinning sensation in my head began to clear.
Opening my eyes, I slowly got my bearings. The wave of air, or whatever it had been, had oddly not disturbed the room any more than it was already destroyed from Cindy crashing into the nearby storage racks. I found Becky had crumpled to the floor. She laid unmoving, her eyes closed, but the hateful twisting of her usually beautiful features still on her face.
I staggered back to my feet, trying to regain my balance. From behind me came a weak wail. Abby was on wobbly legs and was ready to fall over. I grabbed her and pulled her to me. She buried her head into my chest and fiercely held on. Somehow we both managed to keep ourselves upright.
Sobbing into my shirt, Abby sniffled out, "W-W-What's happening?"
