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Melanie's Story (with table of contents)

Post by Rocket » Mon Apr 25, 2022 3:44 pm

Hi all,
I'll update this table of contents with the chapters as they're added. NOTE: I've added hyperlinks to make it easy if you want to jump to a specific chapter. Thanks!

BOOK ONE
- Part One - Start of the Adventure (N, Mf)
- Part Two (N, Mf) Hyperlink: viewtopic.php?f=9&t=3991&sid=d6605d44e1 ... 7fa#p22375
- Part Three (N, Mf) Hyperlink: viewtopic.php?f=9&t=3991&sid=d6605d44e1 ... 7fa#p22447
- Part Four - Strategizing (N, Mf) Hyperlink: viewtopic.php?f=9&t=3991&p=22328&sid=d6 ... 7fa#p22585
- Part Five - Melanie's Apartment (N, Mf) - Hyperlink: viewtopic.php?f=9&t=3991&sid=15113ecf00 ... 76a#p22592
- Part Six - Date Night (N, Mf) Hyperlink: viewtopic.php?f=9&t=3991&sid=15113ecf00 ... 76a#p22653
- Part Seven - Planning a Stakeout Hyperlink: viewtopic.php?f=9&t=3991&sid=15113ecf00 ... 76a#p22823
- Part Eight - The Escape (minor violence) Hyperlink: viewtopic.php?f=9&t=3991&sid=15113ecf00 ... 76a#p22839
- Part Nine - Back at the House (N, Mf) Hyperlink: viewtopic.php?f=9&t=3991&sid=15113ecf00 ... 76a#p22968
- Part Ten - Back to Planning Hyperlink: viewtopic.php?f=9&t=3991&sid=15113ecf00 ... 76a#p23051
- Part 11 - Maria Comes to Visit (N) Hyperlink: viewtopic.php?f=9&t=3991&sid=15113ecf00 ... 76a#p23144
- Part 12 - Maria Spends the Night (N, MFf) Hyperlink: viewtopic.php?f=9&t=3991&sid=15113ecf00 ... 76a#p23213
- Part 13 - Planning an Incursion (N, Mf) Hyperlink: viewtopic.php?f=9&t=3991&sid=9192418c4f ... 2c5#p23278
- Part 14 - Infiltration Day (N, Mf) Hyperlink: viewtopic.php?f=9&t=3991&p=22328&sid=91 ... 2c5#p23298
- Part 15 - Melanie the Spy viewtopic.php?f=9&t=3991&p=22328&sid=91 ... 2c5#p23393
- Part 16 - Captured! (violence) viewtopic.php?f=9&t=3991&p=22328&sid=91 ... 2c5#p23525
- Part 17 - The Cavalry (violence) viewtopic.php?f=9&t=3991&p=22328&sid=91 ... 2c5#p23746
- Part 18 - Breakout (violence) viewtopic.php?f=9&t=3991&sid=cc942cdfc6 ... =25#p23963
- Part 19 - Escape from Level 7 (violence, amateur surgery) viewtopic.php?f=9&t=3991&sid=cc942cdfc6 ... =25#p24175
BOOK TWO
- Part 20 - Discovery viewtopic.php?f=9&t=3991&p=24659&sid=cc ... c2d#p24287
- Part 21 - Conspiracy Theories (brief N) viewtopic.php?f=9&t=3991&p=24659&sid=cc ... c2d#p24431
- Part 22 - Maria Wakes Up (N, Mf at end) viewtopic.php?f=9&t=3991&p=24659&sid=cc ... c2d#p24566
- Part 23 - Science viewtopic.php?f=9&t=3991&p=24659&sid=cc ... c2d#p24659
- Part 24 - It's Elemental! (brief N) viewtopic.php?f=9&t=3991&p=24809&sid=c9 ... a29#p24809
- Part 25 - Aerial Surveillance viewtopic.php?f=9&t=3991&p=24874&sid=4f ... db6#p24874
- Part 26 - The Loading Dock Mishap viewtopic.php?f=9&t=3991&p=24912&sid=5f ... b99#p24912
- Part 27 - The Great Truck Chase viewtopic.php?f=9&t=3991&p=25066&sid=ab ... 3f8#p25066
- Part 28 - The Mansion (violence) viewtopic.php?f=9&t=3991&p=25248&sid=e5 ... 855#p25248
- Part 29 - Exploring New Territory (N, Mf) viewtopic.php?f=9&t=3991&p=25372&sid=d8 ... 112#p25372
- Part 30 - The Long Afternoon (N) viewtopic.php?f=9&t=3991&sid=9789c5e18d ... =25#p25575
- Part 31 - Waiting for Dark (Mff) viewtopic.php?f=9&t=3991&p=25700&sid=4b ... a2f#p25700
- Part 32 - Staging a Breakout viewtopic.php?f=9&t=3991&p=25927&sid=dd ... bde#p25927
- Part 33 - The Underground Bunker viewtopic.php?f=9&p=26127&sid=0c84e84fc ... 957#p26127
- Part 36 - Escaping the Mansion viewtopic.php?f=9&t=3991&p=26276&sid=58 ... 0b1#p26276
BOOK THREE
- Part 35 - Heading Home (N) viewtopic.php?f=9&t=3991&p=26347&sid=46 ... bbc#p26347
- Part 36 - Debriefing (N, Mf) viewtopic.php?f=9&t=3991&p=26508&sid=7a ... 7ff#p26508
- Part 37 - Setting the Stage (violence) viewtopic.php?f=9&t=3991&p=26674&sid=1c ... 720#p26674
- Part 38 - Calling the Police (N, Mf) viewtopic.php?f=9&t=3991&p=26825&sid=02 ... 9a4#p26825
- Part 39 - Keeping Them Safe (N, Mf) viewtopic.php?f=9&t=3991&p=27199&sid=37 ... 698#p27199
- Part 40 - Panic Room (N, Mffff) viewtopic.php?f=9&t=3991&p=27679&sid=e0 ... 84f#p27679
- Part 41 - Hostages viewtopic.php?f=9&t=3991&p=27844&sid=62 ... 2bb#p27844
- Part 42 - How Many More? viewtopic.php?f=9&t=3991&p=28391&sid=91 ... 77a#p28391
- Part 43 - On the Loose (N, Mf) viewtopic.php?f=9&t=3991&p=28855&sid=ca ... def#p28855
- Part 44 - Officer Keisha (N, Mf) viewtopic.php?f=9&t=3991&p=28962&sid=8c ... c54#p28962
- Part 45 - Tight Spaces (N, Mf, Mff) viewtopic.php?f=9&t=3991&p=29060&sid=24 ... 07a#p29060
- Part 46 - Tighter Spaces (N, Mf, Mff) viewtopic.php?f=9&t=3991&p=29227&sid=7f ... ac5#p29227
- Part 47 - Preparing for a Siege (N, Mff) viewtopic.php?f=9&t=3991&p=29429&sid=bc ... dd0#p29429
- Part 48 - Movie Night (N, violence) viewtopic.php?f=9&t=3991&p=29812&sid=eb ... 13a#p29812
- Part 49 - Thugs in the House (violence) viewtopic.php?f=9&t=3991&p=30230&sid=a2 ... 6e3#p30230
- Part 50 - Apart (some violence) viewtopic.php?f=9&t=3991&p=31042&sid=85 ... 802#p31042
- Part 51 - Returning Home (N, Mf) viewtopic.php?f=9&t=3991&p=31215&sid=e4 ... 35e#p31215
- Part 52 - Surprise Gifts (N, Mfffff) viewtopic.php?f=9&t=3991&p=31701&sid=f5 ... da6#p31701
- Part 53 - Bedtime (N, Mff) viewtopic.php?f=9&t=3991&p=31915&sid=18 ... e2d#p31915
- Part 54 - Backyard Sunbathing (N) viewtopic.php?f=9&t=3991&p=32789&sid=f3 ... ead#p32789
- Part 55 - Family Night (N, Mff) Hyperlink: viewtopic.php?f=9&t=3991&p=33715&sid=9f ... 04f#p33715
- Part 56 - More Secrets (N, Mff) viewtopic.php?f=9&t=3991&p=34350&sid=59 ... 50d#p34350
- Part 57 - Alone with Keisha (N, Mf) viewtopic.php?f=9&t=3991&p=34650&sid=95 ... 046#p34650
BOOK FOUR
- Part 58 - New Week, New Revelations viewtopic.php?f=9&t=3991&p=35324&sid=50 ... 928#p35324
- Part 59 - Plotting (N, Mf) viewtopic.php?f=9&t=3991&p=35590&sid=47 ... 92e#p35590
- Part 60 - The Shrinking Machine (N, Mf) viewtopic.php?f=9&t=3991&p=35820&sid=4e ... 68d#p35820
- Part 61 - Party of Three (N, Mfff) viewtopic.php?f=9&t=3991&p=36655&sid=8a ... 6ae#p36655
- Part 62 - Dangerous Plans (N, Mff) viewtopic.php?f=9&t=3991&p=37365&sid=d3 ... b38#p37365
- Part 63 - Kicking the Hornet's Nest (N, Mf) viewtopic.php?f=9&t=3991&p=37743&sid=44 ... 626#p37743
- Part 64 - Run Like Hell (N, violence) viewtopic.php?f=9&t=3991&p=37865&sid=12 ... a18#p37865
- Part 65 - Full House (violence) viewtopic.php?f=9&t=3991&p=37986&sid=66 ... d82#p37986
- Part 66 - Make Yourself at Home (N, Mf) viewtopic.php?f=9&t=3991&p=38119&sid=f9 ... 5a5#p38119
- Part 67 - Making Progress (N, Mff) viewtopic.php?f=9&t=3991&p=38334&sid=ec ... 29d#p38334
- Part 68 (coming soon)
- Part 69 - Cindy's Crazy Scheme to Save Her Marriage (N, MMfffffff) (coming soon)
- Part 70 - The Morning After (N, Mf) (coming soon)


DISCLAIMER: While this is part adventure and part romance, several chapters do include nudity (N) and sex scenes (most are Mf). Some chapters do contain violence (I have them marked above), but while I enjoy dominating and pleasing my little woman as much as the next guy, torture is just NOT my thing, so in these stories anyone who does is a villain who gets his just desserts later on. Thanks for reading!
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One weekend I was just hanging out, one of those rare weekends where I didn’t have a long list of chores. Somehow everything was caught up and I had two days to just vegetate, which is exactly what I intended to do, in a lawn chair in the back yard, with a beer and a good book. And a hat of course, owing to the rare hot and sunny spring day. That’s when I got the phone call that changed everything.

Melanie was a woman who used to work for me. She was very attractive, fit, even ran a marathon or two, so I’d been told. Long brown hair, big brown eyes and the most gorgeous smile. She’d flirt with me at work, as she knew she could get whatever she wanted just smiling and fluttering her eyes at me. I was disappointed to see her leave, but it had been almost a year since she left for her new job. I sure couldn’t have predicted that she’d be frantically calling me on the phone, I didn’t even realize she still had my number.

At least she sounded frantic. She sounded distant too, I had to ask her to speak up more than once, but she said she couldn’t. I thought that was a little odd. I cranked up the volume on my handset and she proceeded to give me a crazy story. She claimed that in her new job she’d been accidentally shrunk in a laboratory mishap. I said “Is that even possible?” She said “Well, I’m living proof. But that’s not the worst. I couldn’t work any more, so I’m trapped at home. You don’t want to know the horrors my family has put me through. They treat me like I’m less than human, it’s all a game to them. I have to get out of here, I can’t stay, I’m not safe here anymore! Will you help me pleeeeasssee??”

I thought to myself, this is crazy all right, but geez she was putting it on thick. I said, “Well what can I do?” She gave me directions to her house and asked how quickly I could be there. It was maybe an hour’s drive, maybe less if I gunned it. She said “They’re going to be back in a couple hours, please hurry!!”

So against my better judgment, I got in the car and looked up the directions on my phone. The whole way there, I kept thinking how crazy this was and that I’d get there and her boyfriend would come out and pummel me or something. But I got there and saw no cars in the driveway. I was hesitant to pull in the drive, so I parked a block away and walked up. I rang the bell and waited on the porch. Nothing. I went to peek in the window and my phone rang. It was Melanie. She said “Come around the back, there is a doggie door.” As I was walking around the house, I’m thinking what do I need a doggie door for, but then it dawned on me. If she was telling the truth and this wasn’t just a prank. I wasn’t sure.

When I got to the back door, sure enough there was a doggie door flap. At the risk of looking like I was breaking in or something, I knelt down and tapped on the flap. Then I heard her. Faint but I heard her. She said “Open the flap!” I did and holy crap, there she was, standing on the other side, about the size of a Barbie doll. Damn, she was telling the truth!

She said “We don’t have much time, here can you take this?” She nudged her phone to the flap for me to pick up. I had no idea how she’d gotten it there. Then she said “Okay, now can you get me?” I gazed at her dumbfounded for a minute. She said “You’re going to have to pick me up. It’s okay, I trust you, just don’t squeeze me.” So getting over my initial brain lapse, I reached my hand through the flap. She stepped up to my hand, waiting for me to pick her up. I just touched her on the arm first, to see if she was real, and sure enough. So I thought to myself, here goes, as I gently wrapped my fingers around her waist. I slowly lifted her up. Getting a good look at her for the first time, wow she looked ragged. Dirt smudges everywhere, tattered clothes, hair all over the place. I had no idea what she’d gone through, but it didn’t look too good.

I held her gently and said “Okay, now what?” She said “You’re going to sneak me out of here. Let me think a minute. You can’t go walking outside holding me, it’s going to look really odd and someone’s going to call the cops.” I said “I’m worried a neighbor will call the cops just because I’m hanging out in your back yard!” She said “Ok, I’ve got it. This is going to sound kinda odd, but can you hide me under your shirt? It’ll only be for a minute. Then put my phone in your pocket. I’ll do my best to stay still until we can get to your car. Okay, are you with me on this?”

I said “Okay, if you’re sure about this.” It sounded kinda weird but I did as she asked. I lifted my shirt up and held her to my chest. She said “Okay, tuck your shirt in so I don’t fall out.” I did, but said “Are you sure this will work?” She said “This is all I can come up with, just run with it. All we have to do is get to your car.”

Now I was wishing I hadn’t parked a block away. I tried to casually stroll back to the sidewalk, trying to look normal, as normal as I could with a lump in my shirt. It boggled my mind that the lump was actually a beautiful woman, laying against my stomach. I saw a couple kids heading towards us on the sidewalk, so I quickly thought to pull out my phone, hold it right in front of me and look like I was browsing, trying not to look suspicious. Luckily they ran by hardly giving me a glance. I made it to the car, got in and fired up the engine. Then I untucked my shirt and watched as Melanie crawled out and onto my leg, then over the center console, plopping down in the passenger seat. Damn that was sexy to watch. I resisted the urge to touch her bottom as she crawled on all fours, but it was hard. Then she said “Okay, drive!”

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Once I got back on the highway, she thanked me for coming. She said she couldn’t think of anyone else who would treat her decently. I said “You know I will, right?” She said “Well dammit, look at me! They do whatever they want and they know I’m powerless to resist!” I said “I can’t imagine what you’ve been through, but I’m not going to push, you can tell me when you’re ready. Right now let’s just get home. Are you hungry?” Duh, of course she must be hungry. “How about I run through a drive through before we get to the house. What do you like?” She said “Well at this point I’ll eat about anything.” I asked her if she could handle a chicken nugget, she said “That might work, I probably need both hands but I can hold it. I used to avoid all that greasy stuff but at this point I don’t even care anymore.” I said “Okay, a chicken nugget it is.”

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At the house, I was glad to have a garage to pull into, so the neighbors wouldn’t see me carrying a miniature woman. Can’t imagine the stories that would bring. Then I thought ok crap, what if they think I kidnapped her? Damn, better just get inside for now. Maybe it is better that I’d parked a block away. Okay, deep breaths, deep breaths.

Once I pulled into the garage and shut off the motor, I turned to her and asked if she was ready to do in. She nodded yes and stood up in the seat, waiting for me to pick her up again. I gently wrapped my fingers around her waist again and lifted her up, then carried her into the house. It was at that point, just looking down at her in my hand, that the reality of the moment started to sink in. Her slim figure, her sexy long legs, her little breasts protruding through her tattered shirt just an inch from my finger, her … I stopped myself as she was just looking back at me, almost as if she could read my thoughts. I said, “I’m sorry, just that you look so … “ I couldn’t even finish my sentence. She was giving me those puppy dog eyes again. I said “Uh, well, let’s get you settled in, I know you’re hungry.” I set her down gently onto the kitchen table and searched around for something she could sit on. I found a little box in the pantry and set it on the table. I pulled out a napkin and set a chicken nugget on it. Then I went looking for something I could put some water in. I said “I’m sorry I don’t have any cups that are the right size yet, but can you manage a bottle cap for now until I can get something better?” She nodded her head.

I sat at the table and just watched her devour that nugget like she hadn’t eaten in days. I wondered what she had been through. Once she’d finished as much as she could eat, she set the rest down and said “Thank you.” I said “For what?” She said “For rescuing me.”

I brought over some more napkins and she curled up in them and took a nap, right there on the kitchen table. I turned off the lights and tiptoed away, but not before stopping to admire her beauty, despite all she’d been through she was still beautiful. I watched her little chest move with her breaths as she slept.

A couple hours later I went to check up on her and she was sitting up, rubbing her eyes. She saw me and smiled. She said “I’m not ready to talk about all the horrible things my family has done with me, but I need to know, will you let me stay here? With you?” I said “Sure, as long as you need.” At that I could see her relax a little bit. She said “I don’t know who I can trust anymore, but you’ve always been good to me. I can’t do much for myself now, not like this.” She continued on, telling me about her new job, the one she left me for. The lab accident that left her like this. It had been almost a month. The company had offered her a large settlement if she wouldn’t sue them, but once she had that her family took the money for themselves. Things got worse and worse. She would have to beg for food, she had to eat out of the dog bowl sometimes just to survive. To them it was all a game.

I said “You know I care about you, I always have.” She said “I know. That’s why I trust you. Why you’re the man I had to call when I planned my escape.”

“Hey, do you want to clean up? I can run some warm water in the sink if you want.” She said “That would be nice, thank you.” So I held my hand out and she sat down in the palm of my hand. I carried her to the bathroom and set her down on a towel on the counter. Then I began to run water until it turned warm and filled it up. I grabbed a couple of wash cloths and lay them along the rim. Then I said “Wait right there” and ran to go find my suitcase in the closet, where I had some travel soaps and shampoos and lotions from my last trip. I brought them in and lay them sideways with the caps loose, where she could get to them. Then I said “Okay, I’ll give you some privacy, but just shout if you need me.” She said “Thank you” and waited for me to step out and close the door behind me.

I waited outside the door for a few minutes, I could hear the splash when she climbed in. Then I left for a little while. I didn’t want to go too far, lest I not hear her. Sure enough, in about half an hour I heard her calling. I tapped on the door and said “Is it okay to come in?” She said “Yes!” I slowly opened the door and saw her sitting there, wrapped in a hand towel. Her tattered clothes were laying in a pile. I said “I can try to wash these for you, I don’t think I have anything else for you to wear but maybe I can make something.” She said “Geez, you realize I’m sitting here wearing nothing under this towel and you’re talking about washing clothes for me?” “Well, yeah I’ve always imagined what you must look like, but I won’t push you to do anything you don’t want to do.” “Well, that tells me you really do care. Now I need to talk to you about something serious. This condition I have, they have no way to reverse it, they aren’t even sure yet what caused it. So I’m stuck like this. I’ve had a month to come to terms with that, a horrible month. You’re the first person who’s treated me decently and I can’t tell you how grateful I am. I do have a huge favor to ask. I know this is a lot. If I stay here, it could be a very very long time. I can’t take care of myself anymore, I’ve learned that the hard way. So I’m asking if you will let me stay.”

It took a moment for me to digest her words. A very long time. Like maybe forever. But then I really didn’t need much time to think about it. “So you’re saying I can have a beautiful, sexy, amazing woman who wants to move in with me?” She said “You really think I’m beautiful and sexy?” “I always have, that hasn’t changed. You’re just not as tall now.” She said “Come over here” and she stood up and planted a big kiss on my nose. I responded by planting a kiss on her shoulder. She said “Promise that you won’t hurt me?” I said “I promise.”

At that, she began to loosen her towel, letting it fall off her shoulder. I kissed her bare shoulder and she grinned up at me. Then she lowered it a little more. I was filled with anticipation at what I knew was coming. She brought it down to her waist, leaving a perfect pair of little breasts exposed. I just gazed at them for a moment. She said “What are you waiting for?” I said “You are so beautiful.” She said “And now I’m all yours if you’ll have me.” I reached out my hand to her, surrounding her. My fingers cupped her bare back, while my thumb came to rest on her toned little stomach. I could feel the warmth of her skin, see her chest rise and fall with her breaths. I lifted my thumb and stroked the underside of her breast. She made no effort to stop me, instead she seemed to be encouraging me. I covered one breast with my thumb, feeling her nipple as I pressed gently. I rubbed both of her breasts with my thumb and she closed her eyes and let out a little moan. I spent a couple of minutes caressing her breasts, enjoying the feel of them. This was definitely turning me on.

Then she dropped the towel to the counter. I took a moment to marvel at the sight, and at the realization that she was offering herself to me, trusting me completely not to hurt her. I lowered two of my fingers down to cup her naked bottom, and then I scooped her up in my hand, lifting her up to my face. I took a long look at her, as she lay back in my hand. She parted her legs, straddling them over my wrist. For the first time, I had a look at her bare womanhood. I had complete control over her and she knew it and wanted me to have it. I held her up and kissed her chest, wrapping my lips over both of her breasts, tickling her nipples with the tip of my tongue and feeling them start to stiffen, adding to my excitement. I kissed her stomach. Then I lifted up one of her legs and kissed the bottom of her foot. Her legs were still well toned despite her ordeal.

I lifted both of her legs up and held them to her chest. What I saw made me want her badly. I wrapped my lips around her there, my tongue stroking her ass and brushing her pussy lips. She moaned again. I touched it with my finger, feeling a hint of wetness. In a husky rasp she said “Take me. Please!” She parted her legs wide and her pussy gaped open just slightly. I ran my pinky finger along her pussy lips and massaged her there. I wondered if it would be too large for her. I wet my finger with my tongue and then placed it at her opening. I wiggled it a bit until her lips parted around the tip of my finger. She gasped. I said “Tell me to stop if it’s too much, okay?” She nodded yes, encouraging me to continue. I worked my finger into her a little more, and then a little more. I could feel the warmth and the wetness around my finger. I could feel her tiny muscles contracting around my finger. I was in past my first knuckle and partway to the second. I began to pump my finger gently, scared I was going to hurt her if I went too far. She let out more moans and bucked her hips against my finger. As she climaxed I could feel her whole body trembling in my hand. I gave her a moment of rest, then began pumping again, as I fondled her breasts with my thumb, enjoying the feel of her now rock-hard nipples. In a couple of minutes she climaxed again, this time not as hard, but I enjoyed it just the same. She collapsed in my hand, a glimmer of sweat across her chest and a smile on her lips.

I left my finger inside her for a couple minutes, just marveling at the sight and at what we had just done. I slowly slid my finger out and tasted it, then licked her between the legs, the taste sweet on my tongue. I lay her down gently on a hand towel and draped a second one over her like a blanket. She let out a little moan of contentment, and then rolled onto her side and looked up at me adoringly. She said “I think I love you.” She smiled and sighed.

I could tell that going forward my life was never going to be the same.
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Re: Melanie's Story

Post by Xinunar » Mon Apr 25, 2022 11:17 pm

I liked it.
But she needs to press charges! Get her money back, and then some.

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Re: Melanie's Story

Post by Rocket » Tue Apr 26, 2022 1:15 am

Thanks! I may build that into the sequel :)

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Melanie's Story PART TWO

Post by Rocket » Wed Apr 27, 2022 10:18 pm

It’s been a couple of weeks since that crazy day when Melanie came into my life. We’ve grown closer over that time. I was glad for a job that let me work from home much of the time, as there wasn’t a lot she could do on her own. At least starting out. She stretched out on the table on her belly, her feet swinging in the air, as we talked and I sketched out plans for what I was going to build for her. Little ramps and catwalks, so that she could get where she needed to go. To the kitchen table, the bathroom sink, my nightstand (which I suppose was hers now).

She still flirted with me just like she used to back when we worked together, except now it was more than flirting. A lot more. As she swung her feet, I reached over and gave her a back rub with two fingers. She gave a contented purr. Then I saw that mischievous look in her eyes, right before she rolled over onto her back. My fingers brushed over her breasts and stomach, through the thin fabric of her little dress. With my limited sewing skills I’d made her a few tiny dresses, though they were more like smocks that went over her head. She didn’t mind. She liked that the fabric was thin enough that both of us could feel everything through it.

I took the hint and stroked her breasts, massaging and kneading them while she lay there, her arms stretched out. After a couple minutes of this, I let one finger drift south, hiking up the bottom of her dress and brushing between her legs. She parted them, encouraging me to explore as much as I liked. And I definitely liked. It still amazed me, this new relationship we’d fallen into. I gently caressed her vagina with one finger while two others continued to rub her breasts. With my other hand I lifted her dress up so that I could get to her breasts unopposed. She gave me an inviting “mmmmm” so I kept going. She had her eyes closed, enjoying the moment, when I promptly scooped her up and held her up to my mouth. I wrapped my lips around her, parting her vaginal lips with the tip of my tongue. I knew I could get her off quickly like this, and today was no exception. In a couple of minutes she was bucking her hips against my lips, and soon after, I felt the telltale shiver through her body that always signaled her climax.

As she came down from her high, I gazed at her flushed little body in my hand. I kissed her all over, enjoying the feel of her warm skin against my lips. Then laying her back down gently onto the table, I said “I see you’re frisky today.” She said “Around you I’m always frisky. You know I want you badly. I’ll return the favor later. I have to keep my man happy, you know.” She smiled and fluttered her eyes at me. Geez, sometimes I had to wonder who was really in control of this relationship.

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After a short rest, she sat up and looked me in the eyes (or as best she could from down on the table.) She looked serious for a change. These last couple weeks she’d been smiling a lot and downright perky more times than not, but I suspected she was hiding something because she had never talked much about her ordeal, almost like she was denying it.

She said “Can we talk?” Now when a woman says something like that to me, the first thought in my head is that I’m going to hear something like hey, let’s see other people, or hey, it’s not you it’s me. But with Melanie I figured it had to be something else. So before I got my feathers ruffled, I decided to hear her out. She began to talk about the weeks before I “rescued” her. About the terrible things her family and her (ex) boyfriend did to her – and with her. Some of it was cringe-worthy. She began to choke up on tears as she talked about her (ex) boyfriend pounding her on his dick until she was sore and covered in cum, then tossing her hard into the sink to wash herself off. About her brother (her brother!) holding her roughly, fingering her and laughing when she couldn’t control her response. About her sister using her as a dildo. About all of them laughing and making her do tricks to get a scrap of food off their plates, then tossing it on the floor like she was a dog. Then forgetting about her for days at a time, she would go hide under furniture and scrounge for crumbs when they left the room. I could feel her pain and her humiliation and why she plotted for days to be able to call me to rescue her. I was glad she trusted me enough to open up to me about all this. She felt safe around me and I didn’t want that to change, though a part of me seriously felt like driving over there and beating someone up for her sake. I let her go on and on, getting it all out. With my finger I wiped tears off her cheek. She leaned into my touch.

“You know, there’s another part of all this too” she said next. “The lab.” She proceeded to explain the settlement, in detail. They made her family sign non-disclosures as a condition of the settlement, stating that they did not want any information about the lab incident to leak to the press. The settlement was intended to cover taking care of her for the rest of her life. At the risk of interrupting her, I asked “The rest of your life? That doesn’t sound like a small settlement.” She said “No, it was huge. Over 5 million dollars.” I said “Holy crap. And your family got all that?” “Yeah. But instead of using it to take care of me, they started spending it for themselves. New cars, gambling, even a boat. I tried to stop them, but dammit, look at me, I couldn’t stop a cat! Dammit!!” She started crying again. On instinct I lifted her up and held her to my shoulder. She grabbed hold and cried on my sleeve. I just held her there for a while.

Once she calmed down, I said “Hey, I have a question for you.” She looked up at me, her eyes red and puffy, but hopeful. “So isn’t that settlement meant for taking care of you, right?” She nodded. “So what if I’m the one taking care of you? Notwithstanding the fact that you’re kinda the woman of the house now.” That elicited a fleeting smile from her at least. “If they’re not taking care of you any more, doesn’t that mean the money isn’t theirs any more?” She gave me a look and I could just tell there were tiny gears turning in that little head of hers. She said “Maybe.”

“Well, here’s another question for you. If you’re meant to be taken care of, was anyone ever named – like legally named – as your caregiver?” By now both of us had gears turning in our heads. Of course this line of thinking would certainly tip over our nice little apple cart. We seemed to have a good thing going here, but she was so angry with her family that she sounded like she wanted to get back at them somehow. To show them that she was still a human being and not a toy for them to play with and toss. I tried to remind her, that “Right now I doubt they have any idea where you are. You said they’d forget about you for days at a time, so for all they know you’re hiding somewhere in the house, or you might have run away. But if we go down this road, they’ll know – they could harass us, try to steal you away, or worse, the courts could determine that you need to go back to them – and they could charge me with kidnapping you. There’s a lot of risks. We don’t need the money, we’re doing okay without it. So just give it some thought, sleep on it, and if you decide tomorrow that you still want to do this, then I’ll support you. Though maybe we can do a little research first. Okay?” She nodded her head and then reached her arms up, her sign for me to bend my head down. She planted a kiss on my cheek and said “Thank you. I really do love you.”

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That evening we had our regular routine. I would carry her to the sink and fill it with warm water. She would strip for me, which didn’t take long with one piece of clothing, but she liked to dance like a stripper, she enjoyed having my full attention. Then she’d sit on the edge of the sink and slide in like she was at a water park, making a little splash as she hit the water. Then she’d turn to me with an expectant look on her face, waiting for my turn to strip. I was never as elegant at it, being well, a guy. But she didn’t seem to care, she just wanted the end result. She’d twirl her hand, signaling that I should turn around slowly while she admired the goods. I stopped, facing her, with my penis semi-erect. I draped it over the edge of the sink, so that she could swim over to it. She put her hands on both sides of the head and planted a long kiss on the tip. A promise of things to come later. Then she swam back and said “Okay, wash up and then you can do my back.”

I jumped in the shower to wash up and shave, the hot water steaming up the glass. I liked to be thorough, knowing she may be climbing all over me later. Belly button lint is kind of a turnoff when having sex with someone so small she can fit her whole fist in my belly button. Such is our new life. So I finished up and grabbed a towel. She was waiting for me. She swam up to the edge of the sink with her elbows up on the rim, her breasts pressed against the side. She smiled up at me as I soaped up my fingers and brought them down to her back. I massaged her back with two fingers, bringing them up to rub her shoulders, then down to her bottom, caressing her cheeks. I worked one finger in between her cheeks, stroking her ass and brushing her vagina. This was all foreplay of course, I wasn’t going to wear her out this early, but knowing I could make her come whenever I wanted to, is something I figured would never get old. That anticipation for her that she knew I could, was exciting for her as well, as she’d admitted to me more than once.

I let her rinse off and then I plucked her up and rolled her in a corner of my towel, blotting her dry from head to toe. Then I carried her to the bedroom, where I lay her gently onto a pillow. She rolled over to watch while I pulled down the sheets and climbed in, laying my head on the other pillow next to her. I took the towel and left it next to me in the bed, knowing I would need it soon. She scooted over to me, kneeling next to my face, and planted a kiss on the corner of my lip. I could feel her trying to dart her tiny tongue into my mouth as she rubbed her little breasts against my cheek. Then she stood up and pressed one of her breasts to my lip. I parted my lips slightly, just enough for her breast to slip in between, so I could tickle it with the tip of my tongue. Her nipple was already hard, I suspected her pussy was getting wet too, but I kept my hands to myself. This was part of our routine, she liked to feel in control and she would let me know when she wanted me to take over.

She climbed up on my shoulder and then crawled on all fours over my chest. I watched her shake her little ass in the air, resisting the temptation to reach up and pinch it. She left little kisses as she worked her way down my chest and abdomen, until she came up to my penis. It was starting to stiffen, a reaction to her sexy crawl. She sat down in front of it, her legs straddling, and wrapped her arms around the base. She kissed it and began to rub with her hands, until she was rewarded as my penis rose to attention, now up over her head. At this point, she held on for support as she stood up, the head of my penis rising to her neck. She wrapped her arms around it tightly and pressed her face to the tip, kissing it vigorously and trying to push her tongue inside as it pulsed against her body. She got her whole body into it, rubbing one leg, both arms and her chest against it while she used my penis and her other leg for support. She worked hard at it, determined to receive her reward. I said “I’m close” and that was enough for her to kick in another gear, rubbing vigorously with her whole body, until the tremor and eruption came.

I looked down to see her covered in goo, licking her lips and wiping it out of her eyes as she turned and grinned back at me. She said “How’d I do?” I said “That was awesome babe” and satisfied with that response, she climbed over my leg and slid down onto the towel to clean herself off. I reached down and pulled on one corner of the towel to dry myself. Boy that girl made a mess. When she was done, she climbed back up my abdomen, over my chest and stood up, with her hands on the sides of my face. She planted another kiss on my lips, then climbed up onto my face, almost slipping a couple times before she finally worked her way to her destination, her bottom sitting over my mouth and her legs straddling my cheeks. I parted my lips and she sunk down into my mouth, flailing and grabbing my nose to hold herself steady. I began to probe her with my tongue, exploring her. I parted her ass cheeks and found her rectum, giving it a little attention before I focused on her pussy lips, gently at first and then harder, pressing the tip of my tongue between them as she gripped my nose and leaned forward. I could see her face barely an inch from my eye, her expressions telling me I was making all the right moves. She started to buck her hips against my tongue, riding it like a bucking bronco, before coming hard and collapsing, her face flopping down between my eyes. I reached up and rubbed her back as she caught her breath.

She needed a little help climbing back up after she’d sunk down in my mouth. I gently lifted her up and lay her down on the pillow beside me. She smiled and said “You were awesome too.” I tossed the towel in the hamper and turned out the light, climbing into bed beside her and pulling up the covers. I draped a hand towel over her, this seemed to work well as a blanket for her when we slept together, which was every night now. Then I leaned over and kissed her face. She reached up and stroked my cheek as I pulled away.

Soon she was out like a light, snoring softly on the pillow. I loved watching her sleep. Sometimes if I was still feeling horny I’d work my hand under the blanket (towel) and wrap it around her, massage her breast or work a finger down between her legs. She’d give me a contented purr in her sleep. Tonight, part of me wondered whether I should hope she decided not to pursue this settlement money, we seemed like we had a good thing going here and I didn’t want to mess this up.

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Post by AB23 » Thu Apr 28, 2022 1:49 am

Awww! I wonder what her next steps are gonna be

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Post by chocolatejr9 » Fri Apr 29, 2022 2:37 am

Hopefully, she doesn't rush into things. That would NOT be good...

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Melanie's Story PART THREE

Post by Rocket » Mon May 02, 2022 5:50 pm

The next morning, I awoke to the sound of a beautiful naked tiny woman whispering in my ear. After a few mornings like this, I was used to her doing that. “G’morning babe” I said. I didn’t turn my head, afraid of squishing her into the pillow. This girl was fearless. She leaned into my cheek and kissed me and said “Hey honey, I’m feeling like pancakes today.” “I turned my head carefully, backing up as I did so, and looked her in the eyes. “Funny, you don’t look like a pancake. Maybe that’s because I love you too much to roll over and squish you.” She giggled. I stroked her back, then lifted her up above me, lowered her to my lips and gave her a big kiss right on the chest, lingering on her bare breasts for a moment.

She said “I have to go pee.” Since I hadn’t put up those ramps we talked about yesterday, that meant carrying her to the bathroom. I rolled out of bed and set her down in the sink. Ah, that’s something else I hadn’t built for her yet. We talked about it, but she wasn’t in a huge hurry, she liked having me carry her around. I usually would offer her privacy, turn around until she was done and then run water down the sink. Though she’d told me more than once that she didn’t mind me watching. We’d become so intimate in such a short time, she would do anything and everything in front of me. She had no shame. So today I knelt down with my chin on the edge of the sink. She looked at me for a moment and then said “Hey, if you’re going to watch anyway, you know it’s been weeks since I actually got to sit down at a toilet. So why don’t you oblige me this time. It would be a lot more comfortable.” I said “What do you want me to do?” She said “Okay, make a seat ring with your hand that I can sit in.” She held her tiny fingers to show me what she meant. So I tried holding my hand like she described. She moved my fingers a bit to just how she liked, and then she sat her bare bottom down in my hand, wiggled her ass to get comfortable and proceeded to pee. She said “I like this, you may have to do this for me more often!” I waited for her to finish and then grabbed a tissue and used the corner to blot her dry. She climbed out of the sink and turned on the water while I finished my own business. I enjoyed watching her throw her body into turning that handle on and off.

When we were done in the bathroom I carried her into the kitchen and set her up on the counter while I fished out the pancake mix and a skillet. Online I’d found some Barbie furniture that seemed to work well, the shipment came just this week. So we had plastic chairs in various places around the house, a little dining table for her on top of the big table, and even a little loveseat with a cushion. I still had a lot of things to track down for her, but this was pretty easy to locate. She spent a lot of time on that counter, so I had the loveseat there in between the stove and refrigerator. She made herself comfortable as I proceeded to make pancakes, a couple big ones for myself and a couple tiny ones for her. The tiny ones took a little practice to figure out without burning them, but I was starting to get it down. She seemed to appreciate my efforts.

I put her two tiny pancakes on a milk cap (those seemed the perfect size for plates) and I put some syrup in a bottle cap for her to dip into. I hadn’t found utensils yet that actually worked, but I was determined to – and I’d have had more time to search if this very needy woman didn’t monopolize most of the time that I wasn’t working. Not that I was complaining, not at all. I was having the time of my life. I said “Ready to eat?” She stood so I could scoop her up and carry her to the table. I sat down next to her with my larger plate.

As we ate, she looked at me like she wanted to say something, but that the cat had gotten her tongue, so to speak. I looked back at her and said “Out with it! Tell me what you’re thinking.” She said “Okay. This is hard. I totally agree with you, we have a great thing here. You have been amazing, more than I ever could hope for. I’ve totally fallen for you and I don’t anything to mess this up.” I said “I love you too. But?” “Yeah, but. I am just so angry at my family, and at that asshole that I can’t believe I was ever serious about.” “I can’t imagine what you had go go through. We’re lucky you don’t have PTSD or something.” She frowned. “That might still come later. Right now I’m just having a real hard time letting it go. You’re the best thing that’s happened to me since the accident. I don’t want to hurt you just to get back at them. So I’m really struggling.” “I know, I can see it in your face. We don’t need the money, and you don’t ever have to see them again, but I did say I’d support you if you decide you want to do something about it.” “You did, and I really appreciate that. More than you know.”

“So,” I said, “how about we do a little research first. Find out what we can about this agreement, about your legal status, stuff like that. How much do you remember?” “It was all so quick, like the company wanted to sweep it under the rug as fast as they could and hide the evidence.” “So did you ever sign anything yourself?” “No, I don’t know how I could, I can’t even pick up a pen.” “So I wonder if they had you declared incompetent or something. Not that you’re incompetent, not in the least – you’re more competent than a lot of normal sized people, I’m being serious – but that might be a way to get around you having to sign something.” “You may be right, but I have no idea what was signed or what they agreed to.”

“Sounds like we need to get ahold of that agreement somehow. Tell you what, I’m going to get dressed, I have a couple of client calls this morning over WebEx and I don’t think they’ll appreciate this” as I gestured to my nakedness “like you do.” “You know I appreciate it lots” she said and winked at me. I replied “But in the meantime, I have a little surprise for you. Something you can do a little digging with.” She put her hands on her hips and made a face and said “It better not be a shovel!” I said “It’s SO much better. C’mon.” She stood for me to pick her up. I carried her to the other bedroom, which I used as my home office.

I held her facing me so she wouldn’t see her surprise until I was ready for her to. I didn’t think I’d ever get tired of the sight of her sexy naked body in my hands. I stopped and ogled for a minute and planted a kiss on her chest, and then another below her stomach, lingering for a moment. She said “Okay, okay, now what’s my surprise?” In the office I had my desk and computer set up on one wall. Along another wall, on what used to be my printer stand, I’d set up another desk, complete with a little rolling office chair. Something I’d ordered along with the Barbie furniture and hadn’t told her. It took me a couple hours to put this all together last night while she slept, which is why she was up way before me this morning.

I set her down at the little desk. I said “It took me a while to figure out how to do this, but you’ve got your own computer now. I’ve got your phone hooked up here, so you can use the phone keyboard to control the computer, and a trackpad you can run your hand over to move the cursor, and … “ I stopped because she was just looking at me, slack-jawed. I said “Is it okay? What’s wrong?” She said “Nothing is wrong, I can’t believe you did this! For me! You just amaze me.” I said “It’s not perfect, but I think it’ll work, and when I’m busy with work stuff you can browse the internet, stream a movie, whatever you want.” She said “Come over here” and when I bent down she planted a kiss on my cheek and said “Thank you.”

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After I got dressed I came back in carrying a fresh coffee for myself and a thimble of coffee for Melanie, which I set down next to her desk. I brought one of her little smock dresses too, as she was still in the buff. I watched for a moment as her hands flittered around the keyboard, she was adapting to this new system quickly and engrossed in what she was doing. I sat down and logged in to work and prepared for my client calls. A couple minutes later she turned around and saw me and said “Oh! Thank you!” “Anytime babe. How’s it going?” “Ooh, yeah, I’ve got some stuff here, I wish I could use a notepad and take notes.” “I’ll have to give that some thought. The paper wouldn’t be too hard but a pen or pencil might be tricky to figure out.” She smiled at me.

“Alright. Anyway here’s what I found so far. Or what I haven’t found. As I figured, no mention of this in the papers, blogs, discussion boards, anything. So maybe they did a good job hiding this from the public.”

“So we kinda figured that, didn’t we?”

“Well yeah, but I did wonder if someone would post something – maybe someone else from the lab, or maybe my idiot ex boyfriend. I’m actually surprised he didn’t at least boast about it at the bar, he’s such a pompous ass, he brags about everything.”

“So do you think that means they made him sign something too?”

“And if he did, then I wonder if he got some of the hush money. It had to be something to shut his ass up about this.”

“We’re calling it hush money now, huh?”

“Okay, working title. Still in development. Just work with me.” She gave me a smirk. “So that’s at least three people that probably got money – him and my two siblings. Who I wasn’t even that close to, but I guess the company needed them so they could wrap things up quickly.”

“How quickly? You said you were with them for about a month.”

“Okay. Let’s go back to the beginning. When the accident happened, I honestly don’t remember anyone else in the lab right before, but with the explosion I can’t imagine people wouldn’t have come running.”

“How much of the accident do you remember?”

“I must have been out cold. One minute I heard some crackling, I thought it was a bad wire or something, and then a big pop and smoke. Next thing I remember, I was in a frigging box. A box!! I thought I was in some room with no walls or doors, but when I banged on the wall it sounded like a box. I had no idea I was like this …” She stuck her arms out . “Then I noticed ragged holes in the ceiling. The whole room started to move. I could hear voices through the walls but I couldn’t make out the words. Everything felt like I was in the Twilight Zone. I remember my room moving and swaying and then feeling like it was loaded on a truck. It made no sense to me until the ceiling lifted off. There was a blinding light. As soon as my eyes adjusted, I realized my whole ‘room’ was in a car seat. I saw two huge faces looking at me from above.”

She stopped for a moment to gather her thoughts. “That’s when I started screaming. I didn’t understand any of what was going on, only that I was trapped in a box on a car seat. It was my brother and sister, who I hardly even know, both giants, looking at me. When I screamed my brother started poking me, dammit he thought it was funny.” She took some deep breaths and continued. “You know I was the oldest, by far, those two were still in grade school when I moved out. That was years ago, before I even came to work for you. I’ve been on my own, in my own apartment … Oh crap, how could I not even think of that, what about my apartment? I haven’t set foot in there since that morning of the accident, when I left for work.”

“Damn, so that’s been weeks. We should try to get over there. Maybe soon as I finish with work this afternoon we can run over there.” She looked at me, I couldn’t read what she was thinking, she looked so conflicted. Then it dawned on me. “Oh. I guess it would be hard to just walk right in. Well let’s think this through. I can get you there, I have a hoodie with a big inside pocket you could stand in and lean against my chest. I was actually going to see if you wanted to try it to get out of the house, maybe I could take you to a movie …”

She smiled. “I would love that! It would be like our first date!”

“Well then a date it is. Will I get a kiss on our first date?”

“Honey, you can kiss me wherever and whenever you like.” At that I scooped her up, eliciting a yelp. I said “Like this?” and proceeded to kiss her on each side of the face, then her shoulders, then her chest, taking a moment to enjoy her breasts. “Hey don’t you have a work call?” “Not for twenty minutes. There’s a lot we can do in twenty minutes.” She cocked her eyebrows, as if daring me to show her what I could do before my call. Accepting the challenge, I gave her breasts a little more attention, and then worked my way down her body, never taking my lips away, as I pushed my tongue between her legs. She gave me a satisfied “Mmmmmmm” and stretched in my hand, spreading her legs for me as I wrapped my tongue around her ass and pussy, massaging them, then nudging her pussy lips apart with the tip of my tongue so that I could attack her clit. I was rewarded with little moans of joy. In our time together I’d figured out what she liked best and what stimulated her the most, so it was becoming easier to elicit the response I wanted. Her hips started rocking in rhythm with my tongue and soon the telltale shudder of her body in my hand told me she was coming, even before I could taste her.

I lingered there for a minute, massaging gently with my tongue as she came down from her high. Then I pulled her back and admired her flushed body in my hand. I kissed her. I whispered “See, I still have time to get ready for my call.” She sighed and said “Yeah, you can bring me to the edge and not even break a sweat.”

“Do you need to lay down for a little while?” She said “Just hold me for a few minutes.” I kissed her again and then absently stroked her with my thumb while I started to set up for my call. She was relaxed, completely trusting me and oblivious as I worked one-handed at my desk. Then finally I said “Hey babe, are you ready for me to put you down? Otherwise you’re going to be on camera in a minute.” “Ooh, yeah, sorry, this just feels so good. But yeah, put me down at my desk.”

So I sat her down gently into her little Barbie office chair. She hefted her thimble of coffee with both hands and took a couple swigs. Then she said “Okay honey, you get to work and I’ll figure out how to get us into my apartment tonight.”

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Post by Xinunar » Wed May 04, 2022 8:27 am

She needs a lawyer.

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Melanie's Story PART FOUR - Strategizing

Post by Rocket » Fri May 13, 2022 6:01 pm

By mid-afternoon I had just wrapped up my last client call and snagged another contract for my company. As I was finishing up with the paperwork, I asked Melanie how she was doing. I reached over to where she was hunkered down at her little desk and I rubbed her back with two fingers. She leaned back into my touch and closed her eyes for a minute. Then she turned and smiled up at me and said “Mmm, don’t stop.” So I gave her a light two-fingered massage as she began to relay her thoughts on how to get into her old apartment.

“Here’s my dilemma” she said. “There are three keys. One was in my purse, who knows what those idiots did with it. I obviously got my phone back, but the rest could be anywhere in that house. So the keys could still be there. I never told them the address. The second is with my idiot ex boyfriend.” She shivered. “Ooohh he makes me so mad. Yeah don’t say it. I gave him a key months ago, he could have thrown it away or he could have gone back and trashed the place, knowing him it could be either.” Then she took a couple deep breaths to calm herself. “The third is with my next door neighbor, she and I had exchanged keys a long time ago when she got herself locked out. That way we could let each other in if we had to.” She stopped and looked like she was hard in thought. I said “But?” “Well,” as she scrunched up her face, “how am I supposed to go ask her for a key if I look like THIS? She’s going to freak out.”

I said “So it sounds like we have four options.”

She said “Where do you get four?”

“Okay, option one, we sneak into your siblings’ house and see if your purse is there and if the keys are there. Problem with that is we aren’t certain the purse is still there, or whether the key is in there. But I suspect we may have to go there at some point if we need to find that agreement.” She leaned her head back to look at me and grimaced. Then noticing that I’d paused my back rubbing, she glanced back at my fingers, cleared her throat and pointed at her back.

“Oops, sorry. So demanding!" She grinned. "Now where were we? Okay. Option two is we break into your ex boyfriend’s apartment and see if he still has his key. Again, risky, I have no idea where to look, though you might?” I raised my eyebrows.

She said “I really really don’t want to go anywhere near that place unless we have to. Option three?”

“Okay. Option three. We get the key from your neighbor.”

“What am I supposed to do, have you just go up and knock on her door?”

“I suppose that is one way to ask her, but I have to figure out how to talk her into giving me the key. Maybe if I can make up a story … let’s see … your job sent you out of town on assignment and I’m your new boyfriend …” At least that earned me a smile. “and I’m going out to see you but you asked me to pick up a few of your things.”

She looked at me thoughtfully for a minute. “You know that might even work? Though I have no idea what the place looks like.”

“I’ve got an idea. What if you gave her a call? Tell her you just have a few minutes but give her the same story I’ll give her. That way she’s more likely to believe me.”

“Damn you’re full of ideas aren’t you?” She grinned and said “I like this idea! Ok I’ll call her in a little bit before we head over. By the way what was option four?”

“I figured the landlord has a key. By the way, are you officially moving in with me?”

She laughed. “Silly, what do you think? Didn’t I already move in with you?”

“Yeah, but you’ve still got your apartment. So unless you’re keeping it, here’s what I’m thinking. We may have to pack up your stuff and bring it here, whatever you want to keep, then not renew the lease. We’ll have to communicate with the landlord at some point.”

“Okay, this could get a little complicated, I didn’t even think that far ahead. The apartment includes all utilities and cable and wi-fi, so I just have the rent that they take out every month.”

“We can look into that later, but give it some thought. For now let’s just get in there, see what your place looks like. Then afterwards are you still up for a movie?”

“Okay honey. It’s a date!”

At that I leaned forward and kissed her on the back and then scooped her up and kissed her front, feeling her breasts against my lips through the thin fabric of her little dress. She grabbed the bottom of her dress and hiked it up and said “You are so naughty! Okay, just a quickie, I’ve got a phone call to make!” As I tilted her back in my hand, she spread her legs for me as I wrapped my lips around her thighs and began to explore her with my tongue. I parted her cheeks and tickled her there first, then worked my way to the front, where the tip of my tongue massaged her pussy lips. I placed my thumb over her breasts and rubbed them as I attacked her pussy with my tongue. She said “Mmm yeah, yeah, ooooh, oh yeah, right there, yes!” She arched her back as I pressed my tongue against her clit and soon her hips fell into a rhythm. As soon as I could feel a little wetness there, I pulled back. She looked up at me and said “Hey!” before she realized what was coming next. I held my little finger up to her lips and rubbed them in her juices, then slowly inserted it into her. I was rewarded with a gasp and then an “Ooooohhhhhh” and heavy breaths and “Yes yes yes!!” as I drove my finger further into her, up to the second knuckle. “Oooooooohhh” she wailed as I drove her to orgasm, shuddering in my hand. With a few twists of my finger I brought her to another climax. I knew I could do this all day, until she passed out, while I (literally) barely lifted a finger, but after a couple I paused to let her catch her breath.

I slowly withdrew my finger and licked her juices off, then gently licked her clean between the legs. She looked up at me, still flushed and still coming down from her climax. She said “I ... thought … I said just a quickie!”

I smiled back and said “I know, but you were just too sexy.”

She grinned and said “Okay, I forgive you”

“Besides, you’re the one who decided to strip for me”

She sighed. “Yeah, you just get me so hot sometimes. I can’t help it. And I get excited when you just take over like that. Like you can do anything you want with me, but I’m not afraid because I know you won’t hurt me. I’ve never had that with anyone before, even when I was big like you.”

“Yeah, I remember you used to flirt with me when we worked together.”

“I did, nice of you to notice,” she deadpanned. “So why did you never take me up on it and ask me out? I would have said yes.”

“You made it so hard, you know! I really wanted to, but that whole boss and employee thing gets real complicated. Just know I would have if I thought I could. I always thought you were sexy and smart all in one package. And you’re still sexy and smart, just in a smaller package now.”

“Aww, yeah I wish we could have hooked up back then. But I’m glad we’re together now and I wouldn’t want to be with anyone else but you.”

I brought her back to my lips and kissed her once more on the stomach. I said “Okay. You’ve got a phone call to make, do you need to freshen up first?”

“Yeah, can you bring me to the bathroom?” Without a word I brought her there and set her down next to the sink. She stood up and pulled her dress over her head, and then sat on the edge of the sink bowl and slid down. I watched her as she went to squat and then stopped, looked up at me watching her and put her hands on her hips and said “Seat please?” I obliged, lowering my hand and forming a ring like she showed me this morning. She said “Thank you.” and hopped up into my hand. She wiggled herself into position and then began to relieve herself. “This is so much more comfortable. Now when are you going to make me a seat?” I said “Soon, though I am kinda enjoying this.” She gave me a face reminiscent of mock horror. It took her a couple of minutes to finish her business and then she asked for a tissue. I handed her a couple little strips, from the stack I’d cut up and laid on the corner of the counter for her.

I asked if I could run the water for her and she stepped back a bit from the drain and said “Okay.” As the tissues washed down the drain, I asked if she was going to take a bath. She said yes, so I closed the drain and ran warm water until it came up just above her knees. She plopped down and I nudged her little travel soaps and shampoos to the lip of the sink for her. Then I stripped and jumped in the shower.

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After I got dressed and Melanie had donned a clean dress, I put on my hoodie with the large inside pocket and showed her. She gave it an appraising look and then said “Ok, I think that will work!” She stood up and lifted her arms for me to scoop her up and lower her into my pocket.

She said “I talked to Shelly and she knows you’re coming by. I gave her the whole story about being out of town on assignment indefinitely and that you’re flying out to see me this weekend.” I asked “Do we need to bring your phone along, in case she calls you again?” “Ooh, actually that’s not a bad idea. I just hope she doesn’t try to call me while you’re standing there in her doorway!” “Uh, yeah that could be interesting to say the least. Let’s put it on vibrate at least.”

So once we got in my car, I unzipped the hoodie and she crawled out, over my leg, over the center console and into the passenger seat. I had a flashback to a similar scene two weeks ago, the day I rescued her. Back then I was a little more restrained, but this time I gave in to the urge to pinch her butt as she crawled on all fours. She yelped and then looked back at me with a sly grin. I said “You know I wanted to do that the first time you crawled over my leg.” “I don’t know HOW you resisted!” “Seriously though, I thought you might be a little traumatized, and the last thing you needed was me hitting on you.” She just looked at me for a moment and then said “Wow, you really are a great guy. That’s what I love about you.”

She gave me the address for the apartment building, a midrise in a nice part of town. I plugged the address into my phone and figured it was going to be a good half hour drive. We made small talk along the way and she’d occasionally climb onto the center console to change the radio station or reprogram my pre-sets to her liking. Well, I guess we were a couple at that point, just a very unique couple. So I didn’t mind if it made her happy. As we got closer to the apartment, I realized it really was walking distance to a lot of shops and offices, I could see why she never bothered with a car.

As I drove around looking for a space, I grumbled about everything being meter parking. I asked Melanie to look in my cup holder for some quarters as I shot into an open space before someone else could grab it. I maneuvered into the space and parked the car. I looked down to see her pulling out quarters, one at a time. They were the size of small plates to her. She had several stacked on the console for me. I scooped them up and then said “Okay, are you ready?” She looked around, set her shoulders and said “Okay, let’s do this.” I held my hoodie open as she crawled back over the console, over my leg, stood up on my crotch and climbed into the pocket. I gave her a moment to settle in, then zipped it up and said “Here we go.” She said “Good luck, you can do this!”

I got out of the car, fed the meter, and walked down the street. We were a block from her apartment building. Standing on the sidewalk in front of the double doors to the lobby, I took a deep breath and then walked in and headed for the elevators. I could feel her pressed against my stomach, trying to stay as flat and unmoving as she could. It warmed me inside that she put that much trust in me. I was determined to show her I was worthy of that trust. I wasn’t going to let her down.

The woman at the lobby desk stood up as if she was going to stop me. I smiled and tried to put on my charm (what charm, who am I kidding?) “Hi! I’m here to see Shelly Culpepper in 8C.” She said “Just a moment, I’ll buzz her.” I could hear her speaking quietly into the phone for a few moments, then she nodded her head and set down the receiver. “Okay Mr. Smith, she is expecting you. Take the first bank of elevators on the left.” I smiled and nodded “Thank you” and strolled to the elevator, trying not to look suspicious. Once the elevator doors closed I exhaled. I patted my stomach gently, feeling Melanie’s back and the curve of her bottom. I took a couple more deep breaths before I left the elevator, looking at the room numbers until I located 8C.
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Melanie's Story PART FIVE - Melanie's Apartment

Post by Rocket » Fri May 13, 2022 11:13 pm

I knocked on the door to apartment 8C politely. In barely two seconds the door swung open. I was greeted by a middle aged woman, blonde with a little gray mixed in, a bit heavyset but with cheeks that suggested she smiled often. Definitely the motherly type. She was obviously waiting on me. I offered my hand and introduced myself as Melanie’s boyfriend. She furrowed her brow and said “I know, Mel told me, but I thought she was still seeing that other guy, the one with the bushy beard.”

I said “She broke up with him a few weeks ago. Melanie and I used to work closely together a while back, we’ve known each other for years. We got together recently and it’s just clicked. It’s like we were always meant to be together.” I don’t know why I was babbling like this, but she seemed the motherly type, so it just spilled out.

“So then why is the other guy still coming here?”

I heard a faint gasp coming from inside my hoodie. I tried to keep a straight face, hoping Shelly didn’t hear that. I said “Are you sure? Oh crap, she’s not going to be happy. She said she was afraid he still had a key, but she tells me they had an ugly fight when they broke up.”

“Oh dear, that sounds terrible. She is such a sweet girl. I haven’t seen her around in weeks, but he’s been over here several times. He’s quite noisy.”

I cringed at the thought. “I really don’t know what he’d be doing here, he has no business here. We’ll have to get the locks changed. Melanie was sent off on a project out of town …”

“Yes that’s what she told me.” She didn’t sound convinced, but at least she wasn’t pushing it.

“I’m going out to see her this weekend. She wanted me to come get some of her things and check on the place. She’s going to be so pissed, er, excuse my language, if her ex has been here while she’s gone.”

“I can just imagine. Anyway, I have her other key. Why don’t we go take a look.” It sounded like she was going to go in there with me. Just lovely. My mind started racing, thinking how I was going to shake her so we could check out the apartment alone.

I smiled and said “Yes, that would be great. Thank you, Melanie tells me she appreciates having a neighbor around that she can trust.” There, hopefully she’ll drop her guard a little around me. “She tells me that you were locked out once and that’s why the two of you shared keys, in case something like that ever happened again.” I looked for her reaction, hoping I wasn’t laying it on too thick.

She nodded “Yes, that’s right. We try to look out for each other. Well, I will say that you seem much nicer than the last guy she was dating.” I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding. Maybe I could make this work. We stepped across the hall to 8D and she unlocked the door for me.

I looked around and found the light switch and took a moment to look around from the doorway. It was a small apartment, maybe one bedroom in the back and a small kitchen with a breakfast bar open to the living room. There were empty and partial pizza boxes and beer cans strewn about and stains all over the carpet. Holy crap this place was a mess. “I can’t imagine she left it like this. She is going to be so mad. I imagine she’s going to want me to take inventory and then I’ll give her a call once I figure out what’s what. I’ll try to clean up what I can while I’m here. It sounds like I might be here a while.”

Shelly accepted that and said “Okay. Well she did vouch for you this afternoon. So I assume I can trust you with this key.” She gave me a scrutinizing look. “Just do what you need to do and I’ll be across the hall if you need me.”

I shook her hand. “Thank you so much! It was nice to finally meet you in person.” Ugh, I hope I wasn’t laying it on too thick again. But she seemed to accept the greeting, nodding and heading back to her apartment. Key in hand, I waited for her to shut her door, then stepped inside and closed Melanie’s door. I walked over to the kitchen bar, pushed aside some of the boxes and cans and unzipped my hoodie so that she could climb out onto the bar.

She had heard the whole conversation of course, but I suppose that didn’t prepare her for the mess she saw. She gasped as she took it all in. “That animal! That F*CKING ANIMAL!” She was pissed. Stomping her little feet on the counter and pacing back and forth. I already knew she was not the messy type to begin with, just from living with her for two weeks.

Hoping to distract her a bit I asked “Do you have some trash bags? I’ll start picking up some of this stuff so we can see if anything is actually missing.”

“Uh, um, yeah. Bottom drawer over there.” I followed where she pointed and found a box of kitchen bags. Gonna need a lot of those. I started folding and flattening boxes and cans and bagging them. I was able to clear off the bar and counter, then I made my way over to the sofa. Food crunched under my feet as I walked.

“I may need a vacuum too.”

“In the closet”

“Closet. Right.” Then I stopped for a moment to look back at her. I’d been running around for 15 minutes just bagging up trash and starting to make a dent. “Hey, do you need anything? Something to drink?” I went to the pantry and found a small box for her to sit down on.

“Honestly I feel like having a glass of wine. Or make that several.”

I looked around and then in the refrigerator I found a half bottle of chilled zinfindel. “I’m guessing the animal doesn’t drink wine, only beer?” She nodded. I said “I guess there’s not a thimble here, how about … Ooh, will this work? If I wash it out first?” I found a cap from a tube of … something. Maybe a pen cap, but it looked about the size of a tall wine glass for her. So without even waiting for a response, I diligently washed it in the sink and dried it, then poured a tiny amount of wine into it, trying (and failing) not to spill any. Well, at least I tried. I handed her the ‘wine glass’ and she took it in both hands and began sipping from it.

“Thank you. I really needed that. I feel bad that you’re doing all the work here.”

“No, I need you to rest, I will get this done and then we can try to look around. We do seriously need to figure out how to get the locks changed though.”

“Yeah” she sighed.

I continued bagging up trash, I probably had 8 bags so far and I wasn’t finished in the living room yet. She sat sipping her wine and watching me, pointing out cans stuffed in the windowsill and wrappers sticking out from under the sofa and gum stuck to the TV table. That girl has eagle eyes. I lined up bags by the door and she described where to find the trash chute, in the little room next to the laundry for this floor. I hefted two bags at a time and began making trips back and forth to get rid of the trash bags. Then I found the vacuum and began vacuuming up the suspicious snack foods that I kept stepping on and grinding into the carpet.

Finally after almost an hour, the place was actually starting to look livable. I was not about to sit on that sofa though, the cushions were full of some questionable stains that I would require more time than we had today. I turned to her and said “Okay, are you ready to check out the other rooms?” She nodded and lifted up her arms, still holding her little ‘wine glass’ as I gently scooped her up and we walked into the bedroom. Before I could even take it all in, she shrieked. The bed and nightstand were covered in a jumble of beer cans, chips and used condoms. There was at least one hole kicked in the wall. There goes the security deposit. Pictures were on the floor, the glass cracked. The lamp was missing its shade. Oh, there it was, flattened and sitting in the corner. With one hand I brushed the edge of the dresser clear for her, again found something for her to sit in, then offered to refill her wine glass. She took a last gulp and handed me the glass to refill.

I refilled her tiny ‘glass’ while trying to at least spill less than last time. I managed to get more than half of it into the glass this time. I wiped off the edges and then brought her the full glass. She took it in both hands and took another big sip, then said “Thank you.” I went back for more trash bags and got to work, from one corner of the room to the other.

Halfway in, I asked her if she wanted to bring the blanket and comforter back to wash. Part of me hoped she’d just say chuck it. They were covered in stains, some of them food, some dried semen and some I really didn’t want to know. She grimaced and I could tell she was torn. “If it has some sentimental value, that’s fine, we can bring it and I’ll do my best to wash it.”

She said “You know what, I have a new life now. Seriously. I’m coming to terms with that and I’m happy being with you. I’m not sure if I will ever need most of this stuff again.”

“Are you sure? I don’t want to pressure you, if you want to save some things we can.”

She gave me a determined look and said “Okay, but not that comforter. I don’t want to be reminded of that idiot every time I look at it. It’s totally ruined for me now.”

“Okay. I’ll take it out with these bags. Be back in a minute.” I bundled up the comforter, blanket and sheets together, wishing I’d brought work gloves or something so I wouldn’t feel filthy touching this stuff. I knotted the ends to make a big ball and hefted it over my shoulder, grabbed a couple trash bags and took off down the hall to the trash chute.

We continued through the bedroom, the closet – which surprisingly wasn’t in too bad a shape – and then made our way to the bathroom. I cleaned off a corner of the sink first and then set her down. I said “Let me know what you want to keep. I found a couple canvas totes that survived the kitchen.” She snorted. Then she looked around and started pointing out several jars of makeup and a little mirror and some sponges and miscellaneous items, none of which really took up much space in the tote, which I was glad for. She directed me to a shoebox in the top corner of the closet, full of important papers. Somehow it was untouched. I placed the entire box in one of the tote bags.

“Hey, I haven’t seen a computer.”

She signed. “Yeah. My work laptop went to work with me that last day, so I have no idea what they did with it. I had a lot of stuff on there. I do have another laptop though … check the bottom dresser drawer.”

I took a look and didn’t see it. I looked through the other drawers. Then on a hunch I got down on my knees and looked around. “Aha!” I reached under the bed and pulled out the laptop. Or most of it. “Ugh.”

“What?” She couldn’t see from her perch on the sink.

“It’s kindof a mess. The screen is cracked and the keyboard is covered in … something. It looks like somebody barfed on it.”

She growled. “That animal, I’ll strangle him if I ever see him again!” Then a pause as she took in her reflection in the mirror. “Dammit!”

“I guess that’s my job now, strangling your enemies and defending your honor.” I took a bow.

She snorted. “My hero.”

“Let’s take it anyway, despite the, um, questionable patina. Maybe I can pull out the files and transfer them to your new computer.”

She smiled this time. “If you can that would be great. Mostly I have pictures and contacts and stuff. And oh, yeah, my lease is on there. If you can get to that, I want you to take a look at it with me, see what we need to do.”

“Okay.” I placed the laptop in a plastic trash bag and then squeezed it into the canvas tote.

We made plans to come back another time to arrange for Goodwill to come take the furniture and most of what’s in her closet. We’d retrieved some books, some pictures (without the frames) and some panties, which she was a little embarrassed to watch me handle but that she thought maybe she could use the material and make some to fit her new figure.

Once I’d finally taken all the trash out – and Melanie had downed a third ‘glass’ of wine – I said “I should probably take a quick shower before the movie. Are you fine hanging out here? Do you need to wash up too?”

She bit her lip for a moment, looked up at me and said “Hmm, tell you what. Why don’t I join you in the shower?”

“For real? What do you want to do, stand on the floor?”

“No, silly! You have been awesome, the way you figured out how to get into my apartment, you even cleaned the place while I sat here getting buzzed.” She gave me a silly grin. “So before we go out on our ‘date’ I want you to do whatever you want to do with me. I’m serious. I totally trust you. Anything is fair game, as long as I don’t get hurt. This is my gift to you.” As she spoke she lifted her dress up over her head and lay it on the edge of the sink.

I was speechless for a moment. She noticed and giggled. “Anything?”

“Yeah. I want you to enjoy yourself. You give me pleasure every day, usually several times per day. You always keep me happy. You’re by far the best boyfriend I’ve ever been with. But I, um, have a little trouble reciprocating. I want to be a good girlfriend. I want to make you happy too.”

“You already make me happy. I love being around you. I want to be around you all the time. I’m serious.”

She blushed. “I love you so much. I do. I’m serious too though, I want you to take me in the shower with you and do whatever you want. I can be your sex toy. Your loofah. Explore me. Use me. Do it before I change my mind, okay?”

“Alright.’ I started to undress in front of her, laying my clothes out so I could put them back on later. I started up the water and let it warm up for a minute. I said “I’ll be gentle. Are you ready?” She lifted her arms up and let me scoop her up as I stepped into the shower.

With the water running down my back, I looked at Melanie in my hand. She was more than just a girlfriend. In such a short time, our lives had become intertwined and there was no going back. My eyes explored her features as she lay back in my hand, arms and legs draped over, eyes closed but smiling, trusting me. I stroked her cheek and ran my finger down, between her breasts, then down her stomach, between her legs. I felt her toned little calf muscles between my finger and thumb, then one of her tiny feet. I wrapped my lips around it, sucking gently up to her knee, before I slid her out and gently turned her over in my hand. I felt her breasts press against my palm. With a little soap on my two fingers, I caressed her back for a moment, then caressed her ass, one finger on each cheek. I spread them, then I glided a third finger over her pussy and ass in one slow stroke. She let out a little moan of pleasure.

Then I squirted a dollop of soap onto her back. I brought her up to my chest and gently began to rub her soapy back against my chest. I said “If this is too much, say so and I’ll stop, okay” She nodded yes, so I kept going. I took my time, lathering her back and rubbing her over my chest, my arms, and rubbing her bottom against my armpits. I continued on, with more soap, rubbing her body against my upper legs and then my crotch. I slipped her in between my ass cheeks and then back up and over my balls. I knew what I wanted to do next, badly, but I resisted the urge until I could finish washing. I was worried I was going to hurt her, but she never stopped me. I switched to the other foot, doing the same thing.

I rinsed her off gently, then turned her over put more soap on her chest. I squatted and rubbed her again between my legs, feeling her tiny breasts between my cheeks again and back over my balls. Then I held her against my stiff member and began to slide her up and down it, feeling the now stiff nipples of her breasts and her tiny bush of hair against the sensitive shaft. She wrapped her legs and arms loosely around it as I continued rubbing her until I was close to exploding. I could tell she sensed the imminent eruption, as she gripped tighter. But that’s not what I wanted. I nudged her arms back. She understood what I wanted and let go. I held her in my hand, right in the line of fire, her pussy barely an inch away. She was on the verge of coming herself and dropped a hand down to finish herself off, right before I shot my load all over her, covering her from her crotch up to her face in hot goo.

As she caught her breath, she rubbed it all over herself and licked her lips, even slurping up a little as she rubbed it off her cheeks. She wiped it off her eyes and looked up at me. She smiled and said “So, how was I?”

I said “You were amazing. That was incredible. Intense.”

She gave me a scrutinizing look. “I could tell you were being gentle. I told you that you could use me. Manhandle me. I'm your toy!”

“But you mean so much more to me than that.”

She gave a happy sigh and said “I know.”

I proceeded to gently clean her from head to toe, washing her face, her arms and legs, and of course giving her breasts and pussy and ass the attention they deserved. Then I turned off the water and stepped out, laying her first on the only clean towel left in the place. I gently blotted her dry, let her climb off and onto the sink, and then I dried myself off and got dressed.

When we were dressed and ready to head out, with our two canvas bags packed up and ready, I asked her if she wanted to ride back in my hoodie or in the tote bag. She said “I love being that close to you, laying against you.”

“Okay, hoodie it is. Let’s pick out a movie first.” I pulled out my phone and opened the movie app. “I’m thinking one of those theatres with the big recliner seats, those are pretty private. Maybe in the back row. A theatre that isn’t crowded.”

“Yeah that sounds good.” She picked out a movie and we found a single seat in the back with nobody around us. I placed the order and then scooped her up and lay her in the inside pocket. I put the key safely in my pocket and hefted the two canvas bags, shut the door behind me and we headed back to the car.
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Melanie's Story PART SIX - Date Night

Post by Rocket » Tue May 17, 2022 11:16 pm

I pulled up at the theatre and found a parking space. I said “Hey, what do you want me to get you to eat? It might be hard to ask you once we’re in line.”

She giggled. “So true! Okay, maybe a little popcorn and some water. Wish I could bring my glass of wine in with me.”

“Okay. Are you ready?” I held my hoodie open and she proceeded to climb over the console and into my lap. She stood on my crotch for a moment and looked up at me.

She said “Actually, I’m afraid they’re going to think you’re smuggling snacks into the theatre. So I have another idea, but work with me here.”

I raised my brows. “Oh?”

“I’m going to need you to unzip your fly.”

I think my brows about hit the roof of the car. “Huh?”

“Trust me, I think I can make this work. Fly please?” She stepped back onto my leg and put one hand on the steering wheel to steady herself, as I unzipped myself, glancing around to make sure nobody was watching from the parking lot. Luckily the sun had gone down and we were parked towards the edge of the lot. She knelt down on her knees and pulled the fly open, then reached in to find the fly of my underwear and pull that open as well. Then she scooted up on her butt and placed both feet into my fly.

“Are you sure this is going to work?”

“Yep. Just don’t squish me. Walk straight and don’t sit back down without warning me first.”

“How am I supposed to warn you?”

“Ah. Okay, how about you jingle your keys in your pocket so I know you’re going to sit. I don’t want you to sit on my legs, so give me a minute to move them out of the way.” She proceeded to wiggle her legs into my pants.

“Um, uh yeah. I um, imagine, ooh, I hope I can walk while you’re doing that. I … yeah, I imagine I’ll feel you move before I sit.”

“Honey, just roll with it.” At that she worked herself the rest of the way in and stuck one arm back out, giving me the thumbs up. I slowly got out of the car and shut the door. I could feel her getting comfortable down there, snuggling up to me. I felt one of her legs work its way between my ass cheeks and something else wrapping around my dick, I was lucky nobody was right there to see the look on my face. After my initial reaction, I took a couple deep breaths and started walking, understanding completely now why she wanted a warning before I sat down. I called up the ticket on my phone, the attendant scanned it and didn’t seem to suspect anything odd. I got in line for popcorn and water, with lots of napkins, then made my way to the theatre.
Once I found our seat, in the back row, I was glad for the large recliner seats and the sparse audience. I stood in the aisle, set down the food and drink and jingled my keys. I could feel her moving around down there. Once I could feel her legs were out of the way I slowly, carefully slid down into the seat. Then glancing around to make sure nobody else was looking, I brought my hand down and rubbed her through the fabric of my pants, then quietly unzipped myself. After another minute of wiggling, I felt her plant a kiss on my shaft and then a few moments later a head popped out of my fly. She looked up at me and smirked, then climbed the rest of the way out of my fly and sat down on my leg. I quickly zipped myself back up and whispered “I can’t believe you did that!”

She gave me a wicked grin. “That was fun! Oh and by the way, you’re a little wet down there. I think you had fun too.”

I quickly gave her the “Shhh” sign and looked around, hoping the couple 3 rows down didn’t hear that. Did she forget we were in public? She just giggled.

Then she climbed over my lap and onto the armrest. I draped my arm over the edge and she snuggled up to it. One-handed, I laid out a napkin at her feet, placed a few popcorn puffs and then carefully filled the bottle cap with water, thinking how much easier this would have been before she sat down. Then I leaned over and gave her a kiss, my lips covering her whole face. I could feel her tiny tongue trying to work its way between mine.

The movie was a suspense thriller that she had picked out. At one point in the movie, the hero was sneaking into the villain’s house to recover some piece to a crime puzzle. I leaned over and whispered, “Maybe we should borrow some clues from this. You know we’re going to have to do a little breaking and entering soon ourselves.”

She looked up at me and groaned, “More than a little. Don’t remind me.” Realizing I shouldn’t have brought it up while she was enjoying the moment, I began to stroke her leg. After a minute she said, “Well if you’re going to do that …” and she sat up, scooted the popcorn out of the way and lay down on her stomach on the armrest, her lower legs and feet up against my arm where her back had been. I knew this meant she wanted a back massage. Who was I to say no? So I began to stroke her back with two fingers. As I often did when I was rubbing her back, I included her bottom in the massage, kneading it with my thumb. That earned me a subtle moan of pleasure. After a few minutes I slid her dress up and massaged her on the skin, two fingers on her back and my thumb on her bottom, kneading her cheeks and occasionally brushing between her legs. I was very tempted to make her come right here, but started to panic at the thought of having an audience, with people only 3 rows away. She changed my mind though, when she nudged her legs apart and the tip of my thumb brushed her already damp pussy. My girlfriend was tiny, but she was a horny little vixen. I couldn’t resist at that point, but I leaned forward and gave her the “Shhhh” sign with my finger to my lips, before I massaged her bottom again and slipped my little finger between her legs. I heard a little gasp from her lips as my finger found the gap between her pussy lips. I worked it into her a bit and felt her warmth surround my finger. I gently pumped her, all it took was a slight movement. She began to move her hips in time with my finger. I could feel her heart racing and her uneven breathing, soon followed by the telltale tremor through her body as she climaxed for me.

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After the movie we were both pretty exhausted and just crashed. I set Melanie on the bathroom counter to freshen up while I hauled her bags in from the car, got undressed and loaded the washing machine to run overnight. I swung by the bathroom myself, then when I was done I scooped her up and brought her to bed, laying her on the pillow next to me and tucking her in with a hand towel. Then I climbed in beside her and we both conked out, for the first time in a while.

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The next morning I awoke to an unusual sensation. I lifted my head up and noticed a lump between my legs. I gently lifted the covers, suspecting what I might find. Sure enough, at some point in the night Melanie had crawled down there and snuggled up between my legs. She was still asleep herself, which was also unusual. Most times she was up before me. I just lay there for a while, not wanting to disturb her. Eventually she stirred and turned her head up, looking up at me watching her under the sheets, and gave me a lazy smile.

I said “Good morning, sunshine.” She snorted. Then she stretched on her back for a minute, rolled over and climbed on all fours up my chest. Just below my neck, she stood up, leaned over and gave me a little kiss on the corner of my mouth. “G’morning honey. Gotta pee.”

I looked at her for a moment. What a strange greeting. Then common sense hit me like an anvil. I mouthed “Oh” and wrapped my fingers around her, lifting her up as I swung my feet to the floor and shuffled over to the bathroom. I set her down in the sink. She cleared her throat and said “Seat please?”

Once again I mouthed “Oh” but didn’t complain as I formed a seat with my hand. As she proceeded to do her business, I said “Okay, this week I’m working on getting you a proper seat.”

She said “Okay, but no rush, your hand is pretty comfy. You do need to work on those ramps though.” Ah, it seemed like at least a week ago, not two days, that I’d been sketching my plans for those. The plans that were still sitting on the kitchen table.

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As we downed our usual pancakes for breakfast, I told her I had a light schedule for work. She proceeded to rattle off our task list, which seemed to be growing. I stopped her and said “Hold that thought” and began fishing through a drawer until I found a little white board and marker. “Okay, now I’m ready.”

“One, you need to help me get into my laptop so I can find my apartment lease, so I can figure out when and how I can give notice and what else we need to do.”

“Okay, I’m hoping I have a charger that will work,” I said as I began jotting down her tasks, “if the computer inside isn’t damaged maybe we can just hook it up to a monitor and keyboard.”

“Two, we need to find the agreement that my siblings signed. I need to see what’s in that.”

“Yeah, I’m thinking the only way to do that is to get into the house when they’re not there. Do you know their schedules, when they’re not around? Do you know where they’d have stashed it?”

“I really don’t know them very well at all. I had little contact with them for years until THIS happened. Since our parents passed away and they inherited the house, I didn’t really have anyone else to list on the emergency form, but I never expected the company to ever have to contact them.” She sighed. “I wish I could have just left that blank on the form, or put someone else.” She paused. “Like you.”

“I wish you had, but when you left I didn’t even know if you still had my number. I was surprised to hear from you. I’m so glad you did though. I was really disappointed when you told me you’d found another job.”

“Really?” She grinned ear to ear. A drop of syrup ran down her cheek and I reached out to catch it with the tip of my finger.

I looked at her intently. “Seriously.”

“Okay. Well we’re here now, which is what counts. But boy have we got a mess to clean up.”

“So anything you can find out about them will help. I’m picturing us having to stake out the place and figure out when they’re gone. The more you can figure out now the better!”

“Yeah. Ok now back to the list. Three. Gotta get the ex out of my apartment. Either steal my key back or change the locks or something. Before he trashes the place again. He’s going to know someone else was in there. It’s kinda obvious, the place isn’t a trash heap anymore. Thank you again by the way.” She fluttered her eyes at me, in that flirtatious way that seemed to make me want to do anything to make her happy.

She noticed me gazing at her and pointed to the board. “Keep writing. Four. Get the money back.”

“Uh, I think we need to see what’s in that agreement first.”

“Yep, that’s why it’s number four.” My shoulders slumped, thinking how much work was ahead of us. Breaking in and stealing was way out of my comfort zone. As if she could tell what I was thinking, she piped up, “By the way, I know you can do this. We can do this. And it’s not stealing if it wasn’t theirs to begin with. The way I see it, they stole from me and I’m taking it back. With your help of course.” She smiled and fluttered her eyes AGAIN. I was on the hook and she knew it.
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Melanie's Story PART SEVEN - Planning a Stakeout

Post by Rocket » Wed Jun 01, 2022 11:16 pm

In between work calls, I was able to break away to take a look at Melanie’s old laptop computer. I donned gloves, unsure what it was that was covering most of the keyboard. I dug around in the closet and found an old replacement charger, the universal kind that comes with multiple plugs. Hoping this would do the trick, I tried a few plugs until I found one that looked like it would work. I attached it and plugged the cord into the wall socket, hoping for some luck. Sure enough, the little charging light came on.

So now I fished around for a spare monitor and a keyboard and mouse. Luckily I had an assortment of items in the closet. A little while tinkering and before too long I was able to get the laptop fired up.

I called over, “Honey, are you okay giving me your password?” She looked up. She was so engrossed in her own research she was basically ignoring me, which was fine. Not like this was anything glamorous, the laptop was still covered in something suggestive of puke, but at least now I didn’t have to touch it except to turn it on. With gloves. Eew.

“Sure, hey did you get in?”

“Kinda, I just can’t go any further without a password. Unless you want to try typing it in yourself?”

She snorted. “Yeah, what am I going to do, stand on each key? No silly, try this.” She proceeded to spell out the letters and numbers and a couple hash signs. “I think that’s it, obviously I haven’t tried it lately.”

I carefully keyed in the password and voila, I was in. “Okay, it’s working. Do you want me to try to copy everything onto a thumb drive, or do you want me to do anything here while I’m logged in?”

“If you can just copy everything, just make sure you have all my contacts and pictures and files.” She smiled. “If there’s something I can’t find, then you can always go back in and look for it.”

“Of course. Okay, let me see what I can do here.” I proceeded to work on backing up her files onto a thumb drive. I went back to do some work for my paying job while the files continued to copy over. Once it was complete, I pulled out the thumb drive, walked it over, reached around her and plugged it into the computer I’d set up for her, the one she could control from her little Barbie desk.

She leaned back in her chair and gave me a peck on the cheek as I was pressing the thumb drive into the slot. I turned and planted a big kiss over her face. Then I grabbed her thimble coffee mug, along with my own mug, and said “I’ll be back in a minute.” I came back with fresh coffee for both of us. She took the thimble in both hands and took a few sips before setting it down next to her chair.

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After a while, she piped up. “Okay, I’ve got a lot of stuff here. Where’s your marker board?” Damn, that girl was bossy when she wanted something. But who was I to argue, she did depend on me for a lot still. And the fringe benefits were amazing. So off I went to retrieve the board and marker from the kitchen.

She gave it a skeptical look. “On second thought, I think you’re going to run out of room.”

I pulled out a legal pad and a pen.

“Better. Okay, now first off is the house. You know our parents willed it to both of them? They figured I was better off and didn’t need it. I wonder if they’d have changed their minds after seeing how they treated me.” She grimaced.

“I’m just glad you’re safe, I’m not going to ever let them do anything to you again.”

She smiled. “My knight in shining armor. Or flannel maybe.” She snorted at her own joke. “I do appreciate that, and I appreciate you, but if we want to see what they signed, I think we’re going back to visit the belly of the beast. So here’s the deal.” She looked at me and then pointed at the note pad. “Get ready to write this down. Okay, Tim’s schedule, best I can figure out, is he’s taking a couple classes at the community college and flipping burgers in the afternoons. So his classes are just Tuesdays and Thursdays and he’s got classes from 9 to 1030 and then 1230 until 2. I doubt he goes back home for lunch, but that’s something we need to figure out. It looks like he works at a fast food joint straight evening shift, which makes it a little easier to plan. We’ll need to verify when he leaves for that, or if he goes straight there from school. My guess is he probably has to go home to change.”

I kept scribbling. “So we need to figure out where he’s at 1030-1230 and from 2 until his shift starts.”

“You got it honey. Plus I think he works Saturdays so he must have one day off during the week. Now Cherie is 18 but she’s still finishing high school. That means weekdays from what, 730ish until 230 and then however long to get home. I don’t know if she takes the bus or gets a ride or drives … add that to the ‘figure out’ list. She’s working at the donut shop after school from like 3 to 6 most days and then after that I don’t know yet. Either way it shouldn’t matter, we’ll need to get in there during the day when they’re both gone.”

“Sounds like a stakeout.”

She gave me an innocent smile. “Yep, we might be hanging out a few hours, so bring some popcorn.”

“How on earth did you figure out all this stuff anyway?”

“They post everything on social media. So it’s out there for everyone to see. Apparently they have time to update their status several times per day. Plus once I know what they’re doing I can look up other resources and eventually the puzzle pieces start to fit.”

“Okay. So tomorrow is Tuesday, are you thinking what I’m thinking? They shouldn’t recognize my car, right?”

“You’re catching on. But I think you should get sunglasses and a cap anyway, and I wonder if we should rent a car or something … anything to keep people from tracing us if we’re spotted. Oh, and I need you to gather a few supplies.”

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So here we were the next morning, with our bag of supplies, sitting in the cab of an old red pickup truck I borrowed from my buddy down the street last night. I told him I had to pick up something in the morning that wouldn’t fit in my car, so he was fine with it and just told me to fill up the tank when I brought it back, no rush. I had on my sunglasses and a generic baseball cap. Melanie sat in the passenger seat, with a stack of those tiny post-it-notes, the 1” ones that I used to use to mark book pages back in college. They were a good size for her to take notes on, now that I found her something to write with. Basically pencil lead wrapped in tape. Nothing fancy but it was just her size and she was making good use of it.

We’d parked about 2 doors down, between a couple other cars, enough to make it not so apparent we were there to spy, but close enough to see the goings-on. Earlier we’d seen her sister Cherie leave for school, she had it timed at 705 that she walked to the corner and hopped on when the school bus stopped there. Now we were waiting for her brother Tim.

“Okay, I think this may be him leaving now.”

“Got it, time 850.” She scribbled on her post-it-note.

“He’s getting in the car and pulling out.”

“So he should be gone until at least 1130, even if he does come back for lunch. Though we’re hoping he usually stays near the campus to eat.”

“Are you thinking we try to go in now? That gives us 2 and a half hours.”

“True, but we don’t know where this will be – it might take some time to search.” She rubbed her chin for a minute. “But, I’m thinking maybe we start our search anyway. If we have to come back another time, at least we’ve got confirmation that they’re both gone at this time on Tuesdays.”

“Alright. So how are we doing this?” I raised my eyebrows at her.

She said “Okay. First, you’ve got everything on my list, right?”

I opened the bag. “Spool of twine, check. Command hooks, check. Chocolate bar, check. Though I have no idea what the chocolate is for.”

“It’s for me, silly! I need energy.”

“Ah, what was I thinking?”

“One tends to wonder. Anyway, take the end of that spool and knot it on the Command hook.”

I proceeded to knot the end as instructed. “Next, roll up the twine around the hook for me. I need about 5 feet of it.” So I proceeded to roll it up. “Okay, give me that and let me climb into the hoodie.” I held the hoodie pocket out for her to climb into, then I zipped it up.

“I hope this works” I said as I began to step out of the truck. At the moment I didn’t see anyone on the street and hoped it would stay that way for a few minutes. I walked towards the house.

“Head to the back. Do you remember that doggie door?” How could I forget, that’s where I rescued her the first time. But I continued on, trying to watch my surroundings and afraid to speak out loud in-case someone was within earshot.

We got to the doggie door and I unzipped the hoodie. She climbed out and stepped up to the flap. I held it open for her. She said “Such a gentleman” and flashed me a grin before she stepped inside. She turned and said “Okay, I’m going to try to unlock the door, if I can’t do that then I’ll go to the closest window.”

I whispered “Be careful!” as she disappeared inside. Now all I could do was wait. I knelt down, hoping that the patio furniture would at least partially hide me from the neighbors if anyone looked this way.

It wasn’t long before I could hear some clanks around the door handle. I jiggled it and it was definitely still locked. Soon though, I could hear something inside brushing against the door. It was several agonizing minutes before I heard a different sound, like a latch. Then I heard “Okay, try it now, carefully!” I gently turned the handle and it moved. I pushed on the door just a little bit and it moved. I heard a yelp and stopped. She said “Give me a minute!” and then “Okay, but slowly!” I pushed the door open gradually. As soon as it was open enough to stick my head inside, I realized she was holding tightly to the door handle on the other side. I reached around and wrapped my fingers around her before opening the door the rest of the way and stepping inside. I closed and locked the door behind me.

Looking at her in my hand, I said “That is quite a climb!”

“You’re telling me? Hey, set me down and gather up my rope, I don’t want them knowing we’re here.”

“Good idea.” I gave her a kiss and then set her down on the floor so I could roll up her twine and hook.

Just then, I heard a car squealing outside, a car door slam and heavy steps on the front walk. “Oh crap.” I grabbed her quickly, eliciting another yelp, but held my finger to my lips to tell her to be quiet. I dove behind the sofa just as the front door swung open. I could hear “Dammit where did I put that paper” and I could hear stomping around in the next room. Then the footsteps were in the same room with us and coming closer. I held my breath, trying not to make a sound.
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Re: Melanie's Story

Post by chocolatejr9 » Thu Jun 02, 2022 2:37 am

Dang it, why do shrunken spy missions always end like this?

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Melanie's Story PART EIGHT - The Escape

Post by Rocket » Fri Jun 03, 2022 9:05 pm

I was crouched behind the sofa, holding my breath, trying not to move or make a sound. Melanie was standing, her hands against my knee, but I was afraid to move, I couldn’t see her well from my position. I’m sure she could hear the stomps coming closer as well. I wasn’t sure how much longer I could hold my breath. Then I heard “Aha!” and the sound of papers rattling on the same sofa we were hiding behind. He was sitting on the sofa ruffling through folders or books or something. Then he got up. I heard paper being flattened against the table, then the click of a stapler. Then grumbling as the clomping steps moved to the door. As soon as I heard the door slam shut I exhaled. I looked down, Melanie’s eyes were wide and she was trembling.

Soon as I heard the tires peeling off I gently wrapped my fingers around her. She looked up at me and started sobbing. I scooped her up and held her to my chest. “It’s okay, it’s okay. He’s gone.” I just held her there for a few minutes and let her calm down. “I’m here, it’s okay.” She held tightly to my shirt and I could feel her shaking as she cried. I could only imagine what she’d been through. Remembering her stories about both her brother and sister – and her ex boyfriend – physically, grossly abusing her was one thing, but being here and seeing how traumatized she was, it really sank in. These people were scum and I swore to myself I would never let them touch her again.

Once she calmed down, I stroked her back with my thumb. She looked up at me with her puffy red eyes and just gazed for a minute. She raised her arms, her sign for me to lift her up. I did, gently, and she planted a kiss on my chin. I kissed the top of her head. A part of me, feeling her soft bottom in the palm of my hand, wanted to kiss her all over and ravage her, but I restrained myself. This wasn’t the time, not after we just yanked the scab off one of her old wounds. This was traumatic for her, maybe the last almost 3 weeks she was able to detach from it, but coming here showed me she was still traumatized.

“Hey, no rush, okay? How about if I look around and you sit and rest for a bit.”

She cleared her throat and wiped a tear from her eye. “How about we stay together?”

“Okay. I’m hoping we have a couple of hours. Where do you think we should start?”

“My dad had turned my old room into an office I think. I bet it’s still an office. We can look there. I don’t know what this is going to look like, so I don’t know how much help I’ll be.”

“You’re going to be a lot of help. You lived here at one time. I’m hoping you know your way around, maybe any hiding places?” She groaned. I carried her down the hall. There were four bedrooms, two clearly in use, one that looked like it hadn’t been used in a while, and then finally one with a big desk and a bookcase. I set her down gently onto the desk, and then I sat down in the chair and took a look around me. I began to open the desk drawers, one at a time. There were miscellaneous papers, correspondence, bills, etc, but so far nothing that looked like a legal agreement. The top drawer was locked. I made note of it to come back to later, and began looking around the bookshelf and the piles of junk in the corner. I saw a black strap poking out from under some old clothes and tugging on it, realized it was a purse.

“Hey honey, is this yours?”

She walked over to the edge of the desk and peered over. “Holy crap, yes! That’s my purse! The one I took to work that day!”

“Okay, we should take it with us then. I’m hoping they won’t notice it’s gone, most of it was buried in this pile.” I lifted it the rest of the way out and then tried to place the old clothes back the way they were. I set the purse on the desk and tilted it sideways, suspecting she might want to have a look. Sure enough, a minute later I looked and she was on her hands and knees, her little butt sticking up out of the flap of the purse. Feeling mischievous, I lifted the back of her dress and planted a quick kiss on her naked bum. She jolted and smacked her head on the inside of the purse.

“Hey!”

“Sorry, you’re too sexy, I couldn’t resist.” I made an innocent face as she turned back to glare at me. The glare didn’t last long and I was rewarded with a grin.

“You’re a good man. You’re lucky though that I hit the purse and not a wall or something, or you’d be in big trouble!” As soon as my look changed from innocent to concerned, she snickered. “At least I have my apartment key – and I think my work key too, I’m surprised they didn’t confiscate that. And my pocketbook. My credit cards. Shit, hopefully these idiots didn’t charge them up. I suppose I should check on that when we get back …”

“Did you have much of a balance on there? Do I need to try and pay them off? I guess think about if you want to close them or keep any. Or I could put you on one of my cards too.”

“I didn’t even think about that, good idea.” She smiled. “I shouldn’t have much on there, but whatever there was I’m sure is overdue now.” Her smile turned into a grimace. “So you might not want to put me on one of your cards until we get these taken care of first. Damn, I have a good credit score too. HAD.” Sigh.

“We’ll figure it out. Right now let me keep digging around. What do you think is in this locked drawer?” I rattled it to show her what I meant.

“Who knows. It could have been locked for years. Or on second thought … tell you what, while you’re looking over everything else, let me see if the key is here somewhere.” She proceeded to start walking around the desk, peeking in the pencil cup, tipping it to see if anything was underneath, moving to the calendar pad. Following her with my eyes, I noticed the date for the first time.

“Hey, did you notice? This is current. Maybe they are using this room as an office now. Or one of them is.”

“Damn, you’re right! How did I miss that? So they might be using that drawer too. Let me keep looking.” She stepped off the calendar pad and bent down to lift one corner. Seeing nothing, she let it drop back down and moved to the next corner. Bending down again, she grabbed the corner with both hands and hefted it up. “Bingo!”

I came over and held the corner up with my finger, so that she could let go and bend down to pick up the key. She held it in both hands, stepped back and then held it out for me. I grasped it between my finger and thumb, stepped back, and inserted it into the drawer lock. Melanie got on her knees near the edge of the desk, watching with anticipation as I pulled the drawer open.

“This could be something” I said as I pulled it open as far as it would go. There were definitely legal papers in here, folders too. I began to peruse them, careful not to get them out of order. “Looks like one of these is a copy of your parents’ will. Did they ever give you anything or did it all go to them?”

“Well, I know they didn’t have a lot, but they did own the house free and clear. I was told my siblings got the house, I figured it was because they were younger and I was already somewhat successful in my career. Umm, at the time I was.”

“Just skimming through here, it looks like they were supposed to split the house three ways, but the two of them could remain until they both finished college.”

She jerked her head up and gave me an incredulous look. “Seriously? It says that?”

“Yep, it says after the house is sold the proceeds are to be split three ways.”

“Damn, I should have gotten a copy of that will. I let them tell me that ‘per the will’ they both get to stay in the house. They didn’t give me the whole story. I should have asked more questions. Hey, can you snap pictures with your phone? Then maybe I can look at it later.”

“Sure thing.” I proceeded to position the paper to try to get a clear shot of the first page, then the second, and so on. Once I was done, I slid the document carefully back on top of the stack and began to peruse the other items in the drawer. There was a folder at the bottom. I slid the folder out and said “Hmmm” which was enough for her to look up at me expectantly.

“Well? C’mon here, you’re getting my hopes up.”

“This might be what we’re looking for. It’s dated about 7 weeks ago.” I skimmed quickly through it. “Yeah, I see both their signatures on the last page, and someone whose title is legal counsel for Advanced Future Technology LLC.” I looked at her for some acknowledgment that this was familiar.

She jumped to her feet. “That’s it!”

“I can’t believe, the first room we look in and here it is.” I thought for a moment. “We should get going soon, but I need to find something to carry this stuff in, I’m gonna look pretty suspicious leaving the house with a purse and a folder.”

“Maybe in the kitchen?”

“Kitchen it is.” I set my hand down, palm up, and she climbed on board for me to carry her to the kitchen. I set her down on the countertop and rummaged through the lower cabinets until I found some paper shopping bags. “I think this will do” I said as I pulled out a smaller bag and opened it up. “Okay, anything else you need before we get going?” I glanced up at the clock on the wall. “Crap, it’s almost 11. I didn’t realize we were in there that long. We’ve gotta get going.”

I carried her back to the office, where I stuffed her purse and the folder into the bag, and then slid the drawer shut and locked it, sliding the key back under the calendar mat. Just then, I heard a car pulling in. I looked at my phone. “Shit! It’s like 1120 already! The kitchen clock must be slow.” We were too far from the back door to get there without being seen, so I grabbed Melanie, eliciting yet another yelp, and ran for the back bedroom. I shut the door, hoping to buy us enough time to sneak out through the window. Setting her down on the bed, I heard the front door swing open and bang against the wall. I tiptoed to the back window and tried to open it, but it was actually nailed shut. Who the hell nails windows shut? Isn’t that like a code violation or something? Geez. I tried harder and couldn’t get it to budge without pulling out that nail, which wasn’t happening right now.

At that point I heard footsteps in the hallway and a voice grumbling “I don’t remember closing this door.” Before we could do anything, the door swung open. I jumped behind the bed, but Melanie was still sitting in the middle of the bed. She shrieked.

At that her brother’s eyes got wide. “Look what we have here!” He laughed. “Seems you’ve been hiding from me, you naughty little thing. Your master is going to teach you a lesson, and then we’re going to make up for lost time. We’re going to have a lot of fun together.” At that he reached for her. She jumped back and ran for the edge of the bed. “Stand still!” I couldn’t let this happen. I got up off the floor and before he knew what happened, I drew back my fist and decked him. I had so much pent up anger in me over how they treated her, and I took it out on her brother. He fell back and slammed against the wall. He growled like a tiger and came at me with his own fist. I ducked and then socked him in the gut, then followed up with a fist to the jaw so hard his head flung back. He crumpled to the floor.

I waited a minute to see if he was getting back up, but he wasn’t. He was still breathing though. “I think I knocked him out.” My hand stung. “Damn that hurts. I may need ice on that later. Let’s get out of here before he wakes up.” I reached for Melanie and she nearly jumped into my waiting hand. I gently set her into the shopping bag with the purse and folder, then headed for the back door. Checking to make sure my sunglasses were still on and my cap was pulled low, I quietly went out the back door and pulled it shut, then tried to look nonchalant as I walked around, to the sidewalk and then back to the truck, thinking to myself how close we came to Melanie getting hurt. I was glad for her suggestions to hide my appearance and not drive my own car. Also glad we lived an hour’s drive away.

As soon as I got to the truck, I set the bag down gently on the floorboard, reached down to retrieve Melanie and set her in the passenger seat, and then we took off, in the opposite direction from the house.

“I’m sorry.”

“For what?”

“For even putting you in that position. It makes me sick. I should have grabbed you and hidden you first, but he came in so quickly …”

“Honey, you were my hero. When I saw you up there fighting for me, I wasn’t as scared anymore.”

“I just can’t believe I had that in me. I’m not a violent person. Well, you already know that.” She smiled. “I just got so angry, when I saw how you reacted the first time he came in, I swore to myself I would never ever let them touch you again. I got angry for you and took it out on him.”

We both sat silently for a few moments, as I steered the truck onto the highway. Then I felt something on my leg. I glanced down and saw Melanie climbing up to stand in my lap. She reached her arms wide and hugged my stomach and kissed me. I reached a hand down and stroked her back. Then she lifted her leg up and I felt her running her foot over my crotch, giving extra attention to the bulge starting to form in my jeans. Eyes on the road, eyes on the road.
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Melanie's Story Part Nine - Back at the House

Post by Rocket » Mon Jun 13, 2022 10:03 pm

We made it home. I let Melanie climb down off the seat and into the tote bag, which was fine as it gave me a minute to clear my head after she spent half the ride back in my lap trying to give me a hard-on. That girl is incorrigible! I checked to make sure she was secure, and then lifted the bag up off the floorboard and carried it into the house.

Once I set the bag down, scooped up my girlfriend and carried her to the bathroom to freshen up, I said “I’m going to go return the truck, will you be alright for a few minutes?”

“Yeah. Now hurry back so I can properly thank you.”

“What for?”

“For everything. Coming to my rescue. Staking out the house. Finding not only that legal agreement but my dad’s will, and even my purse! And of course rescuing me again.”

“Was there any question?”

“I suppose not, but I appreciate you more than you know. Now hurry back so I can make my man happy!”

“I’m already happy being with you.”

“Okay, I’ll make certain parts happier.” She smirked.

“I’d better hurry back then.”

“You better!”

At that I stepped out, confident she could handle the sink on her own. I remembered I’d forgotten to fill the gas tank, so I drove to the station first and filled up, then drove back to return the truck and the keys. After a few minutes of chit chat, I checked around to make sure I didn’t leave anything behind, and then walked back to the house, with my cap and sunglasses in my hand. Holding those reminded me again that we had just broken into a house and I’d just assaulted someone. Granted, it was Melanie’s parents’ house and she was 1/3 owner according to the will, and her brother was about to assault her when I punched him, but how would I explain all those things if they put out an APB for a guy with my description driving a red truck. Hopefully we didn’t raise suspicion, a stranger leaving the house with a tote bag. Thankful again for driving a borrowed truck and not my own car.

I got back in, set my cap and glasses down by the entry and made a beeline to the bathroom, where my girl was waiting. She’d filled up the sink and stripped and was soaking in the warm water. She looked up and smiled at me as I walked in, her arms up on the side of the sink like it was a hot tub, her breasts floating at the water line.

The first words out of my mouth, after I caught myself gawking, were “Damn you’re sexy.” She grinned ear to ear. I forgot all about the pain and cuts on my hand. I knelt down in front of the sink, with my chin about level with the countertop, and placed one hand in the water. She giggled as I moved my hand like a fish swimming across the water towards her. When I got to her I ran my index finger between her breasts and then traced each one with the tip of my finger, brushing her nipples along the way. She let out a contented “Mmmmm” but otherwise didn’t move, happy to let me explore. I lowered my finger down her stomach and over her tiny tuft of pubic hair, settling in between her thighs.

She said “Hey big boy, how about we take this into the tub?” She cocked her eyebrows and managed to keep a straight face with my finger sitting between her legs.

I slowly slid my finger out from between her legs, brushing her pussy lips and feeling just a hint of slickness there. I brought my finger to my mouth and licked it and smiled. “Okay.” I stepped away and began running hot water in the tub.

She stretched out, with her arms still over the lip of the sink, and said in her most sensuous voice, “Strip for me!” I can never resist when she talks like that. I began to unbutton my shirt and slide it off. She whistled, encouraging more. I kicked my shoes off into the hallway and then slowly unfastened my belt and slid my jeans down. I kicked those off and onto the pile. Then standing there in just my underwear and socks, I watched her swim to the edge of the sink to get a closer look.

I slid my thumbs into the waistband and slowly slid my underwear down to my knees, then letting them fall to the floor, where I kicked them off as well. Lastly I took my socks off and tossed them into the hallway with the rest. I stepped up to the sink and let my penis flop onto the counter, knowing she would come to greet it. Never one to disappoint, she put her hands on either side of the head and planted a long, deep kiss onto it, her tiny tongue penetrating the tip as she tried to drive it as deep as she could. I began to stiffen from the sensation, pushing her back.

She brought her head back and looked up at me with her bedroom eyes, and seductively said “Are you ready for me?”

“Hell yeah.”

“Okay, then let’s get me to the tub!” I stepped away to check the water, it was pretty warm and the tub was more than half full, so I shut off the water, hoping this wouldn’t be too deep for her. I suppose I could always drain some if needed. Then I went back to the sink and held out my palm.

“Your ride awaits” I said as I gave her a mock bow. She climbed up and sat her wet bottom in my palm and held onto my thumb for support. I hoisted her up and gave her a kiss on the stomach, and then stepped into the tub and got myself comfortable, with my back against one side and my feet against the other. I lowered her down onto my chest.

She crawled up and using her hands on my chin to brace herself, stood up and then planted a kiss on my lips, most of her face pressed against my lips as I felt her tiny tongue trying to work its way between them. I reached my hand around to cup her bottom, but she saw it coming. She gave me a coy smirk and then jogged down my chest and abdomen and dove into the water between my legs. I watched her swim to the other end and then dive under where I couldn’t see her. A moment later I felt her grabbing my balls, before her head popped up just to the right of my penis, which was at about half mast. She wrapped her arms around it, and then swung one leg up and then the other. I saw her bend her head around just long enough to give me a devilish grin, and then she wrapped herself tightly around it and began to rock her hips, rubbing her whole body against it in a rhythm. It didn’t take long for me to stiffen up, lifting her up above the water with it. Encouraged by that, she kept at it, using her arms and legs and chest and other parts to bring me pleasure. As I began to erupt, she held on tightly, leaning her face into the mouth of the volcano, trying to catch some of the warm magma. Her head was covered as she swallowed as much as she could and licked her lips.

I reached down and wrapped my fingers around her, lifting her up and depositing her slick body onto my stomach, chest down. I stroked her back with two fingers. She glanced up at me and smiled, then lifted herself up on her elbows, resting her hands on her chin, so she could gaze up at me. She bent her knees, swinging her feet, while I gave her a little massage. I worked one finger lower, massaging her bottom. She gave me a happy little moan and parted her legs, encouraging me. I pinned her down gently with my thumb against her lower back, as I slid my pinky finger between her cheeks. Being that she was still covered in slick goo, it was easy to glide my finger to its destination, brushing the tip against her pussy lips. I massaged them for a minute, and I could see the anticipation in her face just before I slid my soaked finger between her lips, penetrating her. I was rewarded with a gasp of pleasure. She looked up at me and I could see the reactions in her face as I slowly pumped my finger in and out of her. I could feel her bucking under my thumb just as I could feel her own wetness intermingling with the goo that had run down covering her. For a moment I stopped and just held my finger still inside her. She tried to pump her hips to keep going, but my thumb held her.

She looked me right in the eyes, and between heavy panting she shouted “Don’t ... stop ... now!”

I played coy. “Well … “

“Please!!!!!!”

“Please what?” Yeah I was enjoying this a little.

“Please finish fucking me, dammit!!”

“Well, okay.” At that I started pumping her again with my little finger, gently for a moment and then I picked up speed, soon I was banging her pretty hard, at least based on the grunts and groans that rewarded the tiny thrusts my finger made in her little hole. The telltale tremors came quickly and hard, signaling her first orgasm. I paused only a few seconds before a second round, and then a third, before I felt I’d pushed her to the limit. I slowed to a stop and then slowly slid my finger out, dragging the soaking tip over her. I rolled her over onto her back and caressed her stomach and breasts gently for a couple minutes while she caught her breath.

Once she had the strength again, she rolled back over and climbed up onto her knees so she could better glare at me. “You enjoyed that, didn’t you!”

I smiled. “I’m sorry. I just couldn’t resist. You’re so sexy, but it is a bit of a rush knowing I can control when you have your climax.”

She contemplated that for a moment. “Yeah, I bet it is. I suppose it’s a turn-on for me, knowing you have that much control. You’re the only guy in the world I trust having that kind of control over me. So what I’m saying, is … it’s okay if you want to do that. Just not all the time. You get what I’m saying?”

“Yeah, I do. I do like letting you have control sometimes too. You’re not mad at me?”
“How could I ever be mad at you?” She grinned. “I love you! I want my man to be as happy as he makes me!”

“I love you too.” At that I lifted her up so I could plant another kiss on her. She kissed me back just as passionately as she ever had.

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After we finished washing up and got dressed, she told me to grab an ice cube and come sit down for a while. She took the ice cube in both hands and sat on the arm of my easy chair, gently rolling the ice cube over my bruised knuckles.

“I still can’t believe I knocked somebody out. Didn’t know I had it in me. Just when I saw what he was going to do to you, I can’t ever let that happen.”

“You were my hero.” She bent down and kissed one of my bruises.

“I really hope he doesn’t recognize me. I worry they’re going to put out an APB for me or something and the next time I’m out I’ll get arrested. How am I supposed to tell them he was going to rape my girlfriend if I didn’t stop him? It’s not like I can bring you to the police station to give a statement.”

“Why not?”

I shot her a look. “Seriously? How do we even tell anyone about you without risking that someone's going to break in here and try to take you?”

“Yeah, I’ve been thinking about that. I don’t think we can just go public. Maybe someday. For now though, I may have to communicate with the outside world, whether I want to or not.”

I sighed. “Alright. But let’s take it slow.”

“Agreed. For now, don’t worry about my idiot brother. If he ever tries to go after you, I’m willing to go public and rat out all three of them, and the company too. I know I didn’t sign anything. I know you didn’t. I’m going to find out what’s in that paperwork they signed, but I can’t see how they can bind us to it. You’ve got your own work to do, but let’s regroup after I read through everything and make notes.”

“Okay.”
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Melanie's Story Part Ten - Back to Planning

Post by Rocket » Thu Jun 16, 2022 4:31 pm

As I played catch-up with my real job (the one that actually pays the bills), I occasionally glanced over at Melanie. That agreement was too big for her to handle at her desk, so I laid it on the floor for her. She had her note pad (the 1” post-it notes) and makeshift pencils (pencil lead that I wrapped in tape) and was on her knees poring over the document, working her way down, making notes and leaving flags in the margins. To turn the page she would get up, lift a corner, and walk with it along the length of the paper until she could drop it back down. Then she’d start over at the top of the next page. She was working intensely, oblivious to her surroundings. I resisted the temptations that came to mind, especially the temptation to sneak up behind her and pinch that cute little butt. It was better to let her work through the material on her own. This was important to her.

Finally as it got closer to evening, she stood up and stretched her arms and legs and walked over until she was standing next to my desk. She lifted her arms up, a signal for me to come lift her. So I scooped her up and deposited her on my desk.

“Hey babe, what’d you find?”

She scrunched her nose. “A hell of a lot of crap and legal mumbo-jumbo, that’s what.”

“Anything I can help with?”

“I do appreciate that. But let’s talk.” She held her notes in her hand and looked around my desk for a moment, deciding my block of sticky pads was her best choice for a seat. She got herself comfortable and then looked up at me. “First off. I don’t see anything in here about me being legally declared incompetent, so if such a thing was ever done, it’s not here. Second,” she paused and gave me a pointed look, “they refer to them as my caretakers. Whatever that means. I question if that’s a legal standing or if this was their way around going to a lawyer.” She stopped and took a couple deep breaths to calm herself. “My guess? It was more important to them to just keep this a secret. Going to a judge would make it a lot harder to do that.”

“So maybe you have more leverage than we feared?”

“I .. suppose that’s one way to look at it. Maybe.”

“Well think about this. If what you’re saying is true, and I don’t know what’s in the rest of that” as I waved my hand towards the papers on the floor, “but it sounds like they just made them agree to hide you away and not say anything.”

“So?”

“Well, you had no say in it. Obviously. But if your legal standing never changed, technically you have the same legal rights as you had before the accident. The same rights as me.” I placed an emphasis on ‘me’ as I said it.

Her eyes got as wide as saucers. “Damn, you could be right!” She jumped to her feet. “So if I wanted to sue those bastards, I could do it. Or if I wanted to march into the police station and report them for rape, I could do it.” She was getting louder and pacing at this point, pounding her hand into her fist with every ‘do it’.

I patted the air. “Okay, okay. one step at a time. Let’s think this through. What else did you find?”

“Looks like they got a chunk of money up front. I don’t know if the animal got anything or if he just took the opportunity to abuse me,” she shuddered at the thought, “I can’t tell from this.”

I thought for a moment. “Well I assume this is all about keeping quiet about you. So, if he didn’t get his own agreement and he’s not on that one, then your siblings violated the terms by blabbing to him. And if he did have his own agreement, then he could lose everything if he goes public. Which means …” I paused for emphasis. “As long as they can’t touch you, there’s nothing they can do to you.”

I could tell her gears were turning.

I continued. “So that was a long document. What else is there? I’m sure there’s something in there about what happens if they violate the agreement.”

She sat back down. “Okay. It’s a little complicated, but in a nutshell, remember I said they got that lump of money up front.” I nodded. “Apparently as part of the agreement, the company will check in with them. It says periodically, that’s all. They get additional money each year as long as they’re keeping the agreement. Which seems to mean keeping me hidden away and keeping my existence a secret.”

“Speaking of which, I’m surprised nobody’s filed a missing person’s report or something. You suddenly disappeared. I know I’d be suspicious.”

“Well, my parents both passed away, my only two siblings were paid off to keep me a secret. So who’s going to be suspicious?”

“Have you ever checked your email?”

She almost fell over, she would have if she weren’t sitting already. I reached out a hand to catch her. “Holy shit.”

“What?”

“I haven’t checked my email in like 2 months! Geez, what if someone actually was trying to find me? I got so used to fighting to survive I totally totally lost track.”

“Well, you need to start logging onto your accounts anyway, we’ve got those credit cards to look at, your bank account, your apartment lease … and by the way, if you want me to just put your name on one of my cards, or you can keep your own, I won’t push you either way.”

She smiled. “Have I said lately how awesome my boyfriend is?”

“Not for a couple hours at least.” I grinned back.

She stood up and waved for me to bend down so she could plant a kiss on my nose. I reached my hand behind her and scooped her up and planted a big kiss on her chest, encompassing her breasts between my lips. I pulled back, holding her in my hand, enjoying the feel of her warm little bottom in my palm. She wiggled her butt to get comfortable.

“I love it when you do that.”

“Do what?”

“Sit in my hand and wiggle your butt.” She cocked her eyebrow. “Or just sit in my hand. You just feel sexy.”

“I suppose you like it even better when I’m naked.”

“Well, yeah. But even when you’re not, it’s still sexy.” I began to brush her back with my thumb. She leaned into it a little, so comfortable with me that she had no fear of falling. For a couple minutes she just enjoyed my impromptu back massage, while I enjoyed the feel of her against my skin. Then she sat up.

“Okay, big guy. We’d better pause before you get me too excited.”

“But I like it when you’re too excited.” I smiled innocently as I reached with my finger to lift up her dress and peek underneath.

“I bet you do!” She swatted my finger. “We can pick this up later, but apparently I still have a lot of work to do.” She then put on a haughty accent and exclaimed, “Chauffeur, desk please!”

“Your wish is my command.” I grinned and gave her a mock bow, then stood up and glided her gently onto the table that held her desk, depositing her gently in front of her telephone-turned-keyboard.

I kissed her on the top of the head and said “I’ll start fixing us dinner. Call if you need me?”

“You got it, honey.” She grinned.

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After I brought Melanie to the dinner table, I surprised her by producing a tiny set of metal utensils. “No more eating with your fingers!” I exclaimed as I handed them to her.

She looked at them adoringly. “Where on earth did you find these?!”

“I ordered them online, they just arrived this afternoon. I wanted to surprise you! I did get a few sets, but I may have to wash them by hand. I’m worried they’ll get lost in the dishwasher!”

“You are so sweet!”

“Are you alright with pulled pork? You can try out your new knife, I hope it works!” I slid a little platter of pulled pork and a piece of cornbread onto her little table.

As she dug in she mumbled between bites, “I didn’t know how much I missed this!”

As we ate, she began to tell me what she’d found in her first foray back into the outside world. “Okay, I paid on all three credit cards. At least nobody tried to use them, but obviously they were way overdue. There’s not much of a balance, but now I have late fees and they jacked up my interest rate.” She grimaced. “I’d consolidate them, but I don’t think they will let me balance transfer now. I’m thinking of getting rid of two of them and just keep one for now.”

“Okay. Maybe we can just pay off those two so you can close them. I don’t know how much you have in your bank account, if you want to use mine to pay it off that’s fine.”

She beamed. “I am a lucky girl. But I do have enough in my bank still. Here’s what I’m thinking, if I pay off those two, I’ll keep one, eventually I’m open to merging bank accounts if you want, but I have some savings still so there’s no hurry.”

“Alright, whatever you want to do.”

“Also I looked at my lease and I can move with 60 days’ notice. So I officially gave notice. We’ve got till the end of next month to move everything out and turn in the keys. I don’t know how we’ll do that, maybe you can drop them off. I think we’ll need to make another trip back to the apartment and see if there’s anything we want to bring here. I’m fine donating the rest.”

“Damn, you’ve been busy! I didn’t think I was in here that long, was I?”

She snorted. “About an hour, honey.”

“Well you’ve done a lot in an hour.”

“I’m not done yet. I got into my email too. About a thousand spams, but apparently – and you were right – at least someone missed me and wondered what happened.”

I sat up straight and leaned in. She continued, “My friend Maria, who used to work with me in the lab, has emailed several times asking questions. I’m wondering if I should respond to her.”

“Well what did she say?”

She cleared her throat. “Apparently, a few people were asking what happened to me, they’re giving the story that I up and quit and walked out. Not everyone believes that, they say I was happy at work, and I was. Not that I wasn’t happy working for you back then,” she winked, “but this is what I went to college for.”

“You know I was heartbroken when you left.” I put my hand on my chest in mock agony.

“I loved working with you too. And you were so easy to flirt with. Why do you think I couldn’t bring myself to take your number out of my phone a year after I left?”

“Maybe we were destined to be together.”

“Maybe so. Stranger things have happened.”
“Stranger than this?” I said as I motioned towards her sexy 12 inch body, sitting and eating at a Barbie table inches away from my own plate of food.

“Point taken. But you know what I mean.” She paused for a moment. “Anyway, Maria is convinced something happened, that I wouldn’t have just up and left without talking to her, and I got along with everyone. So she knows something’s up, she just doesn’t know what. Should I respond to her?”

“I think it would be good to get to the bottom of what happened. Can you trust her to keep this a secret though?”

“I’m not going to tell her where I am … but ooh yeah, if we start talking about the accident, it’s gonna be kinda hard to avoid any of the details.”

“So shoot her an email. Keep it simple. Up to you, but if you want to talk to her on the phone – so it’s not in writing – you think about it. Oh, and hey didn’t you say you still had your work key in your purse?”

“Hey, you’re right. I’m starting to think maybe some snooping is in order.”

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Melanie's Story - Part Eleven - Maria Comes to Visit

Post by Rocket » Mon Jun 20, 2022 3:02 pm

It had been a busy day. Starting out way before dawn to stake out a house an hour away, since then we’d gotten a lot accomplished together. After dinner we were pretty exhausted. Melanie did have me bring her back to her desk while I cleaned the dishes and turned down the bed.

Soon as I went in to check on her she piped up, “I did it. I emailed Maria.”

“You’re sure we can trust her.”

“I think so. She emailed me back in like 5 minutes. Where have you been. What’s going on. They said you quit. Why haven’t you called. We’ve been emailing back and forth a few times already. I know I’m gonna have a hard time keeping everything a secret.”

She paused and looked expectantly at me. “And?” I asked.

“Well, I was wondering … “ She fluttered her eyes at me, that look that always means she’s got me and I’m about to give in, whether I know it or not. “What if I invite her over here? Talk in person?”

I shot her a look. “You can’t be serious?”

“Yeah, I am. Now hear me out. If I talk to her in person, she’s more apt to believe the whole story. You’re here so she doesn’t get out of hand. I want to know what’s going on at the company, she’s my inside source. If I want to sneak in and investigate I might need her help too.”

I was speechless for a minute. “Uh, are you sure about this? Right now nobody knows about your situation except a few people, all of whom are sworn to secrecy aside from me.”

“And somebody, or maybe a few somebodies, at the company. Who know a lot more than that.”

“Fair point. Okay, I trust you. Let’s just be really careful about this okay? I don’t want anything to happen to you.”

She said softly, “I know.”

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I carried Melanie to the bathroom and set her down on the counter, so she could get ready for bed. As I got ready myself, washing up and brushing in the other sink, I was treated to my nightly show. She would slink out of her little dress and lay it over the side of the little storage cabinet I’d found, where she had her other dresses folded up in the cubby. I kept some hand towels stacked in the corner. It worked out well having a decent size bathroom, I had no idea how we’d function with a pedestal sink or even a single bowl. I watched her saunter over and slide down into the sink, squat to do her business, then climb back out, and stand behind the faucet handle and push with both hands until the water began to trickle out. Then she grabbed the corner of a hand towel and pulled it over to the edge of the sink. She grabbed her tiny toothbrush off the storage cabinet and slid back down into the sink, where she could brush and wash her face. She climbed back out again, rolled in the hand towel and then threw her body into turning off the handle. She knelt next to her tiny compact mirror, doing whatever it is women do. I suppose as long as she had her cosmetics and stuff – which we’d packed and brought from her apartment last weekend – she was determined to keep her same routine as much as her new size would let her.

She caught me watching her as she was looking in the mirror. Without turning her head, she said “You like what you see?”

“You know I do, babe.”

“Well come over here then and take me to bed.”

She stood up and I scooped her into my hand. The feel of her naked body in my palm, is something I couldn’t imagine ever getting old. I lifted her up to my face, sniffed her and said “You smell great!” which won me a grin. I planted a long slow kiss on her bare chest as I carried her into the bedroom. I lay her down on her pillow and she rolled over to watch me strip for bed. I climbed in and gently lay her blanket (a hand towel) over her. We were both pretty wiped out, it had been a long day, but it was hard to resist sneaking my hand under the towel and wrapping my palm around her, intentionally brushing her private parts and feeling her up. She didn’t mind at all, in fact I think she enjoys the constant attention I give her. She lay her arms over my hand like it was a blanket and soon drifted off to sleep.

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The next morning, as soon as we finished in the bathroom, she asked me to bring her back to her desk while I fixed breakfast. Once I had breakfast ready, I came back to scoop her up and carry her to the kitchen, depositing her gently next to her little table, with her favorite tiny pancakes already on a plate. I was starting to get a lot better at making the tiny ones for her without burning them, but it took some practice.

As soon as we started to eat, she blurted out “Ooh, Maria’s coming over today.”

“What?!”

She started to get a little defensive. “Honey, we talked about this.”

“No, no. It’s okay. It just caught me by surprise. I didn’t think she’d be coming so quickly. I probably need to clean up around here.”

“Um, yeah. She’s off today and suggested coming for lunch.”

I glared at her. “And you were going to wait and tell me that when?”

“Like now. Chill. She’s fine. The place doesn’t have to be perfect. But I do want to pretty myself up. And what do we have around here for lunch?”

I got up and scanned the refrigerator and the pantry. “Think she’s fine with sandwiches, or do we need something fancy?”

“Sandwiches are fine. She’s real easy going.”

“I hope so. I really hope this doesn’t backfire on us.”

She gave me an innocent smile and said “Just trust me on this.”

“Okay.”

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After an hour of doing all the work, straightening, making the bed and vacuuming, while Melanie browsed on her computer, the doorbell rang. Melanie jumped up from her seat as I plunked the vacuum into the closet and shut the door. I gave her a look and then said “Just a minute” and walked to the front door.

As I opened the door, a short young woman with long black hair, smiled at me. She was probably 30 or late 20s and wore a form-fitting dress with heels. After taking her in for a moment, I said “Hi, are you Maria?”

“Yes, is this Melanie’s house?” She spoke with a very slight accent, I was thinking maybe Central or South American but couldn’t say for sure.

“It sure is. She moved in with me about three weeks ago. She can tell you the whole story. I know she’s excited to see you.” I stepped aside. “Why don’t you come in, can I get you a drink?”

“Iced tea would be nice if you have it.”

I motioned for her to have a seat on the sofa while I fetched her a drink. When I came back, I could tell she was gathering her thoughts.

She accepted the glass and said “So. Where is Melanie? Nobody’s seen her in two months. It’s all been a big mystery.” She looked at me with a little suspicion as she spoke, as if I was responsible for hiding all these details.

“How much did she explain to you about what happened to her?”

Her eyes narrowed. “Not much. She said she was different now, but she was ambiguous. Like different how, different like she started a new diet, or different like she grew fur and a tail?” I could sense sarcasm in her voice.

“Well, she’s still the same Melanie inside, but the rest has changed a lot.”

Maria jumped up. “Was she injured?”

“I suppose that’s one way to describe it, but let me go get her first. Try to stay calm, it may be a bit of a shock when you see her.”

“You’re not making me calm.”

“Sorry. Just sit and take a deep breath, I’ll be right back.”

I left her to go back to the office and find Melanie. She was standing up with her hands on her hips, looking impatient.

“Okay.” I took a couple deep breaths myself. “Are you ready?”

“I’ve been ready. I’m not sure if she’s ready. But we’ve gotta do this.” She lifted her arms and I gently scooped her up in my hand. I slowly walked back into the front room.

As soon as Maria saw me, she said “Is this a joke?”

Melanie turned around and said “No joke!” Maria fell back on the sofa, I thought she was going to faint for a moment, but to her credit, she held herself together and sat up, wide eyed, watching me carry Melanie to the coffee table and set her down.

“What ... what is this?”

I spoke up first. “The lab accident. This is what it did to her. It made her 12 inches tall.”

Melanie chimed in, “It’s true.”

She proceeded to tell Maria the story of her passing out, her cardboard prison, the horrors her siblings and her ex put her through. Damn, that girl wasn’t leaving anything out. We could feel the loathing as she talked about them. Then she got to the rescue and she got quite animated, describing me as her hero, and even the return trip where I saved her from her brother and knocked him out. As she spoke, I held up my hand to show off my bruised knuckles.

Maria was leaning forward, taking it all in. I wasn’t sure if she believed it all, but she looked pretty incredulous when Melanie talked about waking up in a cardboard box after the accident. She was living proof of the accident at least.

I chimed in, “Hey guys, do you want to eat in here or move to the kitchen?”

Melanie spouted, “Kitchen. She can see the table you got me!” She actually sounded excited at the prospect of showing off to her friend.

As we started to get up, she added, “Hey Maria, do you want to carry me?”

Maria stopped dead in her tracks. “Uh …”

“It’s okay, my man has been so nice taking me everywhere for the last three weeks, I haven’t been held by anyone else. I just thought you might want to see what it’s like.” She looked back at me and winked. “I’m still all yours, honey. Can she borrow me for a minute?”

Maria was totally flustered. I spoke up. It’s all right, you just have to be gentle. Hold your hand like this.” I moved my hand as if I were going to scoop her up. “Cupp her bottom with these two fingers. Let her lean back and she’ll hold on to your thumb or index finger if she needs support.”

She held out a tentative hand towards Melanie, who to her credit stood there bravely and calmly. She directed Maria where to place her fingers, and then she backed into her hand and leaned back. Maria almost pulled her hand away reflexively, but Melanie grabbed hold quickly, almost expecting that. She said “Okay. Now keep steady and lift me up. Not too fast.”

Maria moved her hand up very slowly. I said “You can go a little faster than that. She’s pretty resilient. She just means she doesn’t want to ride a big roller coaster right before lunch.”

“Uh, okay.” Maria brought Melanie up slowly and held her in front of her face. “Wow. This is just so strange.”

Melanie smirked. “It is for me too. But that’s okay. I’ve had some time to get used to it. As long as I’m with someone I trust.”

“You trust this guy?” She tilted her head towards me.

“He’s been amazing. I don’t know what I would do without him. Did I tell you we used to work together? Before I left for Advanced. I used to flirt at him like crazy, and being my boss he’d get SO flustered. He was afraid I’d like sue him or something if he made a pass back at me. But he was sooo cute when he was flustered. Why do you think he’s the one I called? I couldn’t bring myself to take his number out of my phone, I just knew I’d see him again someday. Just not like this.” She wrinkled her little nose.

Maria looked at me for a minute, scrutinizing me. “You’re watching out for my girl here?”

I nodded. “Absolutely. I care about her a lot. I wouldn’t let anything happen to her.”

Melanie piped up. “You should have seen him stand up to my brother, he ran in before he could even touch me!” She looked back at me. “My hero.” I think I might have blushed, which is kind hard for a guy, but damn she was laying it on thick for Maria.

“Umm, how about we go to the kitchen, we can talk in there.” As I walked that way, encouraging them to follow, I said “Maria, are you okay with sandwiches? We have a lot of choices. You can build your own if you want to.”

“Sure, no problem. But, how do you make a sandwich SHE can eat?”

Melanie said “He makes me wraps with tortillas. He even cuts them so they’re just the right size. I told you, he’s a catch!”

Maria said “She’s really buttering you up here, I can see she likes you a lot.”

“Yeah. I like her a lot too.”

Melanie said “He’s my boyfriend!”

Maria halted and almost dropped her. “What? How … how do you … uh, never mind.”

“It’s okay! Here, set me down on the table. See, that’s my own table on top of the big one.”

Maria set her down carefully and opened up her fingers. Melanie slid out onto the table and then hopped into her seat at her little table. Maria made herself a sandwich while I showed her how I make tiny tortilla wraps for Melanie. I think I actually impressed her.

As we sat and ate, I turned to Maria and said “I just want to let you know, my intentions with Melanie are honorable. I meant what I said, I won’t let anything happen to her.”

She looked at me. “So, how are you two now boyfriend and girlfriend?”

I gave her a bit of a puzzled look. Melanie figured it out first. “Ah, she’s wondering how we, ah, have sex.”

Maria almost choked on her sandwich. She set it down and grabbed a drink. As soon as she recovered, she croaked, “If you’re going to talk about that, I think I need something stronger than iced tea.”

I got up and pulled out a bottle of chilled white zinfandel. I said “This is her favorite.” I poured us a couple glasses and carefully poured some into a little modified pen cap, ever since our discovery at the apartment that we could make these work like long-stemmed glasses, I always kept a couple clean and ready. Maria readily accepted the glass from me and took several sips.

Melanie said “Maria, there’s nothing to worry about. He’s gentle. Plus, a girl has needs, if you know what I mean.” She looked up at me. “Honey, kiss me.” As Maria watched, I bent down and kissed her face. She kissed me right back, her tongue brushing my lips.

Maria snorted. “Looks to me like she wears the pants in this relationship.”

Melanie put her hands on her hips. “He always did fall for my charms. But I work hard to keep my man happy too.”

Maria had a confused look on her face as she looked back from me to Melanie and back. “But … how …”

“Oh you’d be amazed at what we come up with. He’s gotten SO good at making ME feel good, I let him have me whenever he wants me. And he wants me a lot. Frankly, my sex life has never been as good as it is now. Not even close.”

Maria still looked confused. She turned to me and said “But what … don’t you miss … “as she waved her hand towards my manhood.”

“Oh, she makes up for it in other ways, I’ll give her that. She’s something special.”

“I bet she is.” She looked back and forth between us, as if trying to figure out how this all worked.

Melanie piped in, “I’m sure he misses that aspect, that’s one thing I can’t give him, but I sure try to give him everything else. I wonder if at some point I might have to work someone else into our relationship. Once in a while. I really do want to keep my man happy.”

Now it was my turn to look confused. “Babe, I wouldn’t ask you to do that.”

“No, but I know you need it. Whether you want to admit it or not. All men do.” She winked at me. “Maybe Maria wants to join us.”

Maria about choked on her wine this time.

I turned to Maria. “Not what you were expecting for lunch, eh?”

She said “I … uh … “ Her eyes took me in again, head to toe. “Let me think about it. I hardly know you. I’ve known Melanie for almost a year but I’ve never seen this side of her. Neither of you are what I expected. But you are … a good looking man.”

After a minute of painful silence Melanie spoke up. “Maria, no pressure. If you want to, we’re here, if not then it’s okay. Besides, we have a lot more to talk about.”

Thankful for the change in topic, Maria said “Yes. First off we need to find you some new clothes.”

Melanie added quickly, “No Barbie clothes. Those things are rough and they have velcro. Yuk.“ She shuddered. “I need real clothes. That’s why we made these.” She spun around, showing off the ‘dress’ I made her. “It’s not fancy but it feels like normal clothes.”

I added “My sewing skills are a little limited.”

Maria looked at me and said “You made that? Not bad for a man.” Then she turned to Melanie and said “Still, you need something better than that. I have some ideas.” She thought for a moment. “I suppose taking you shopping isn’t an option. But can I get your measurements?”

As Melanie smiled and said “Sure,” I was already spinning towards the kitchen drawers to hunt for a measuring tape. I found a thin pocket version and handed it to Maria. Melanie stood up straight with her arms out and let Maria carefully take her measurements. Maria got flustered when she accidentally brushed Melanie’s breasts through the tissue-thin fabric.

She also measured her height and proclaimed “Wow, 12 and 1/8th inches.” I wrote down the numbers on an index card and handed it to Maria when she finished.

Melanie said “Gotta have that 1/8 inch!” Maria and I both snorted. We looked at each other and shared a look akin to ‘what have we gotten ourselves into here’ before we all burst out laughing.

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Later, back in the living room, the two of them talked about work. Melanie explained that she’d been working that week on Level 7, a higher-security lab where the company worked on government contracts. Maria said she’d only been up there once and hardly saw anyone up there. The company was secretive about what work was being done up there. Melanie said she was just there to process blood and tissue samples from some animal experiments. Some of the samples were hard to work with because they were so minute – just a few drops. They had her spinning them down and staining slides. She was supposed to have the slides lined up for someone else to come examine later. Then on her 3rd day up there, she remembered one of the scientists calling her into another room to retrieve more samples, then there was a boom and a blinding light. She didn’t remember anything after that, until the cardboard box. It could have been hours later or days later, she had no idea.

Maria was on the edge of her seat listening to all this. “Whatever it was, they are covering up something. They said nothing about an accident. Anytime someone asked about you, they just said you up and quit and walked out.”

Melanie said “The more I think about it, the more I’m determined to get to the bottom of this. The answers are up there on Level 7. I just need to get in there.”

“Well how are you going to get in there?”

Melanie said “I have an idea.”

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Re: Melanie's Story

Post by chocolatejr9 » Mon Jun 20, 2022 9:37 pm

They better be careful, or Maria will be next on the shrink list...

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Melanie's Story Part Twelve - Maria Spends the Night

Post by Rocket » Thu Jun 23, 2022 8:29 pm

That evening, Maria called to say she had some clothes for Melanie to try on. I was surprised she called me – and more surprised that she apparently had spent the afternoon shopping after she’d joined us for lunch that day.

I relayed the message to Melanie, who didn’t seem as surprised. “That woman is a fashionista. She knows where to shop.”

I gave her a skeptical look. “But I don’t think TJMax has clothes in your size.”

“Oh, you’d be surprised where she can find stuff. Here, take me to the bathroom, I want to freshen up if I’m going to be trying on clothes.”

I scooped her up and carried her to the bathroom, setting her down gently on the counter. As she went to work, stripping off her dress and filling the sink for a quick bath, I freshened up myself, taking my shirt off and brushing and shaving in the other sink. I almost knicked myself trying to watch her instead of the razor, as she splashed and soaped herself up. She swam to the edge and put her elbows up on the rim of the sink, waiting for me to stop and do her back. Happy to oblige, I soaped up two fingers and rubbed her back from top to bottom, massaging her. I worked one finger down to her bottom and massaged her cheeks, and then brushed her between the legs. She parted her legs a little further, inviting me in. I switched to my little finger and massaged her pussy lips, feeling a little wetness there that was definitely not soap or water. I massaged up and down the center until her lips parted, and then worked the tip of my finger in between them. I was rewarded with a little gasp. I drove in just a little further, and then pumped my finger gently in her tiny canal. After three weeks of exploring every millimeter of her body, I knew just where to touch and when to set her off. I knew I could bring her to climax as fast or as slow as I wanted, and part of her excitement came from knowing I had that much control. Right now, I knew Maria was on her way and both of these women probably expected me to make dinner, so I opted to finish her off quickly. Within a couple minutes I had her moaning and panting as I felt the telltale tremor that signaled her orgasm.

I slid my finger out and tasted it, then bent down and kissed her on the top of the head. She took a minute to come down from her high, and then swam back, giving me a lazy grin as her little breasts poked through the surface of the water. As she rinsed off, I picked up a hand towel. She let me lift her out of the water and wrap her in the towel, blotting her dry. I left her to finish up and get dressed while I went to find a clean shirt and start fixing dinner.

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When Maria arrived, she had a couple shopping bags over her arm. She gave me a hug and a kiss on the cheek, which was just as unexpected as her finding clothes in Melanie’s size. Apparently I’d made an impression on her pretty quickly. Melanie trusted her, I suppose she was now part of our little circle. I’d already brought Melanie in and set her on the coffee table, so she was there to greet Maria when she came in and set her bags down.

She realized Melanie saw how she greeted me and said “Don’t worry girl, I’m not stealing him from you, but I think he’s a keeper.” Melanie grinned and might have even blushed, though the lighting made it hard to tell.

Melanie blurted out, “I know he’s mine, I love him, but I’m not above sharing him. I know my man has needs too.” Now it was my turn to blush, as we both looked at her like she just sprouted wings or something.

Maria said “Share him?”

Melanie said “Yeah. He’s such an amazing guy. There are just, well, certain things I can’t do. I realize that. And as great as he makes me feel, I wish I could make him feel that way too.”

“But babe, you do already. Sometimes it’s enough for me just to see you so happy.”

“And I am happy. More than happy. Ecstatic. Several times per day.”

Now I thought I saw Maria blush. “Several times per day?”

She gushed. “Girl, he gave me the most amazing orgasm just while we were freshening up after you said you were coming over.”

Maria wasn’t too shocked by this talk from Melanie, not after spending two hours with us earlier in the day. She did give me a lingering, appraising look though, before responding. “You are intriguing me. I still don’t understand how all that works though.”

“Well, there’s one way to find out. Join us. I’m serious. I want my man to be as happy as he makes me, and I trust you not to try to steal him away.”

I was glad at that point that the two of them were busy talking to each other, I needed a minute to put those thoughts out of my head or I was going to injure myself trying to walk with a massive hard-on. Here was my girlfriend trying to – and maybe succeeding in – talking her friend into joining us for a threesome. I figured I’d better change the subject before I got too hot and bothered.

“Hey, what’s in the bags?”

They both turned and looked at me and giggled. Maria put her hand on my knee and said “Are we making you nervous?”

I blurted, “Oh, no. Not at all. I just … it’s just a little unexpected, even from Melanie. Babe, are you sure you’re okay with this?”

Melanie looked me in the eye. “Damn straight I am. She’s spending the night with us. We’re getting you laid. You deserve it.” She could sense I was still a little uneasy about it. “Honey, it’s not cheating if I’m the one who set you up. I want you to enjoy yourself. Besides, Maria is a vixen. I’m not even a guy and I can see it myself.”

I looked at both of them and said “Wow. Okay. Well then I guess I’ve got two hot, sexy women tonight.”

Maria said “So. You think I’m hot and sexy?”

“Absolutely. I just, like I said before, my intentions with Melanie are honorable. I just don’t want to do something that hurts her. I suppose she’ll be there too, it’ll be the three of us. I’m okay with that as long as she is.”

Maria said “You are a good man. Don’t worry, I’m not stealing you away from her and she knows it. We’re” as she winked and motioned to Melanie “going to show you a good time. I agree with her, you deserve it.” Then after a pause she said “Besides, I haven’t been laid in over a month. I’m due.”

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Over dinner, Melanie and Maria talked and made plans for how they were going to infiltrate Level 7 at the company and find out what they were doing that led to Melanie’s shrinking. I mostly listened in, but several times tried to express my concerns that something was going to happen, how I’d promised Melanie I’d protect her, etc, etc. Melanie pointed out that I’d be in the car outside and she’d give me her key, in case I needed to come to the rescue.

I said “At least let me put some kind of microphone on you so I can hear you. How am I supposed to know if you’re alright or if you run into trouble?”

“I can’t exactly carry a walkie-talkie around, can I?” She stood with her hands on her hips.

“Well, I know I can come up with something. Give me a day. Look at how much stuff they squeeze into a cell phone. Or an air pod. Maybe I can come up with something tiny that you can wear on your back.”

She relented. “Okay. If you think you can come up with something, we’ll wait until Friday.”

Maria chimed in, “A lot of people are off Friday. So it might be easier to sneak up there. Plus it’ll give me time if I need to alter your cat suit.”

I blurted, “Cat suit?”

She said “You can’t expect her to climb around that place wearing THAT, can you?” She raised her eyebrows at me as she waved towards Melanie’s rudimentary smock/dress that I’d made. Yeah, she had a point. I was definitely looking forward to seeing this cat suit though.

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After dinner we went back to the living room so that Melanie could try on these clothes that Maria found. We were both very curious. I found a large book and stood it up partly open, for Melanie to use as a changing screen, and I sat on the sofa next to Maria, who began to pull outfits out of her shopping bags, one at a time.

Melanie stepped out wearing the first one. “That is amazing” I exclaimed. “You look amazing.” Melanie beamed as she showed off a little sweater and a tennis skirt. I turned to Maria. “How on earth did you find this stuff?”

She said “It’s my little secret. Here.” She fished in her bag. “Try these on.” She pulled out a little pair of flip-flops. Melanie tried them on and somehow they were a pretty close fit. Not perfect, but for a girl who’d been barefoot for two months, having footwear was a big deal.

We continued through several more outfits, and then finally at the end, she pulled out the cat suit. “This was originally from an actual Barbie doll, it was supposed to be Catwoman, so it might not be a perfect fit, but you’re pretty slim and toned, I think it might work.”

Melanie took it and walked back behind the screen. I could hear a couple grunts as she worked her way into the outfit. Then she came out, wearing a full-body suit, black and shiny, with feet and everything, and even little cat ears sticking up from the hood when she pulled it up.

She spun around for us. “I’m not sure about the tail, but the rest is pretty cool!”

Maria said “I figured you could wear this for your infiltration on Friday.”

“I feel like either a cat burglar or a superhero, or maybe both. I love the feet too. I think this will work!” She made several poses, acting the part.

I turned to Maria. “You did an amazing job, I can’t believe you found all this. Thank you.” She turned to me and grabbed me by the neck and kissed me.

Melanie blurted, “Well if we’re getting started now, someone help me out of this!” I reached over and held one of her sleeves as she pulled back to free up her arm, then worked her other arm out and pulled the top up over her head. She was topless – and shameless. Maria stopped and looked at her. I gently pinched the sides of her bottoms and helped her tug them down her legs. She sat down on the table and held her feet up as I slid the outfit off of her.

At this point she was naked on the coffee table. She looked up at both of us and bit her lower lip. “Hey Maria, you can touch me if you want to.” She stretched her arms, flaunting her assets. “So, you both are making me horny, who wants to carry me off to the bedroom?”

Maria was a little timid, and looked at me first. I said “Go ahead. It’s alright.” I put my hand on her leg and rubbed her thigh. Maria reached out her hand towards Melanie, who sat patiently, with her legs out and her arms behind propping her up. She touched Melanie’s shoulder with the tip of her finger, and traced down her arm. I saw Maria nibble her own lower lip as she contemplated further touching. I encouraged her. She moved her finger over and brushed the side of Melanie’s breast, and then felt brave enough to slide her finger under one and lift it up. Melanie stayed calm, letting Maria build up the courage to explore.

She muttered “I … haven’t been with another woman since college. You are both getting me worked up here.”

I said “Then let’s go.” I held one of her hands and began to stand up. “She’s letting you carry her. Do you remember how?”

She nodded and Melanie stood up and lifted her arms. Maria reached her hand back behind Melanie and cupped her bottom, like I showed her before. Melanie slid back into her hand and held her thumb for support as Maria lifted her up into the air. She held her in front of her face for a moment and took in all her tiny features. She remarked “Damn you have a sexy body.” Melanie grinned and licked her lips. Then she gasped as she noticed the sheen of wetness around Melanie’s pussy.

I led Maria by the hand into the bedroom and then kissed her on the lips. As she held Melanie, I began to unbutton her blouse. She stood and let me undo each button, revealing a little more skin along the way. I kissed her exposed stomach. Then I cupped the hand that held Melanie, lifting it up and planting a big kiss on Melanie’s chest. She cooed for me as I tickled her nipples with the tip of my tongue. Then I turned to Maria and said “why don’t you kiss her too.”

Maria lifted Melanie up to her mouth and as I guided her hand, she pressed Melanie’s chest against her lips and teased her breasts and nipples with her tongue. Then as I stood there, with one hand cupping Maria’s hand, my other slid over Maria’s ass, caressing and squeezing it. I said “Kiss her stomach” and guided her hand so that Maria could press her lips there. I said “Now I want you to lick her between the legs.” Maria glanced at me, a little uncertain. “Trust me. Caress her pussy with the tip of your tongue.”

Melanie lay back and parted her legs a little further. She said “It’s okay Maria, I WANT you to. I want to feel your tongue down there.” Maria tentatively reached out with the tip of her tongue, touching Melanie’s inner thighs and then her pussy.

I said “Caress it gently with your tongue. Glide it along her lips. Massage them. You’ll know when it’s time to go harder. Make love to her with your tongue.” With the first long stroke, Melanie let out a happy little moan. That was enough encouragement and Maria began to get into it, stroking and tasting her and parting the lips with her tongue. Melanie let out more moans and began to move her hips. I reached my thumb around Maria’s hand so I could reach Melanie’s breast and began to caress it. Her hips began to rock in rhythm with Maria’s tongue. With my other hand I fumbled through unclasping Maria’s skirt and then her bra. By the time her skirt hit her ankles, Melanie was panting and trembling in Maria’s hand.

Realizing Melanie had orgasmed, I kissed Maria on the cheek. As soon as she pulled away to look at me, I planted a kiss on her mouth, tasting Melanie on her lips.

As I broke our kiss, Maria looked at Melanie, flushed and trembling in her hand. I whispered, “You just made her come.”

Maria remarked “That is so … wow … I can feel her. What a trip. This is making me so hot. It’s indescribable. Having this much control.”

I said softly, “She’s something special. You can make her come again if you want, but let’s not wear her out this early. We have a whole night ahead of us.”

At this realization, she asked if I could take Melanie for a moment. I took her and kissed her several times, and then lay her down in the middle of the bed. I turned back to Maria, who’d managed to slide her blouse off and step out of her skirt. I pulled my tee shirt over my head, then took her in my arms and began to kiss her, as she worked on my belt buckle. I ran my hands up and down her bare back, cupped one of her ample breasts and began kneading it in my hand. It had been a while since I’d had a full-sized breast to enjoy.

Once I managed to slide her panties down, I reached around and lifted her up by her ass cheeks. She wrapped her legs around me as I kissed her hard and then lowered her onto the bed, careful to avoid Melanie, who lay on her side watching us. Once Maria was on her back, I began to work my way down with my kisses, covering her chest, her breasts and firm nipples and giving them some attention, before I kissed her stomach and then brushed my chin in her little tuft of tightly trimmed pubic hair. She realized at this point where I was going and lay her head back as I placed my first kiss on the top of her pubic mound. Before I went any lower, I reached over and slid my hand under Melanie, eliciting a little yelp. Maria looked up as I was lowering Melanie onto her stomach. I went back to kissing and nibbling on Maria, as Melanie scooted herself up closer to watch the action. With an audience, I was inspired to attack Maria’s clit with abandon, nibbling and licking until she began wiggling her own hips in rhythm to my ministrations. I reached one arm around under Maria’s thigh and over so that I could hold Melanie down, pressing two fingers against her back, so she wouldn’t fall off. As I drove Maria over the edge, I learned that she was quite loud and animated as she climaxed.

Not letting either of them have a chance to get up, I rose up onto my knees and positioned myself between Maria’s legs, her still quivering pussy inviting me in. As I mounted her, she let out her own gasp, followed by a moan of pleasure. I started slow, and as I did, reaching one hand to fondle Maria’s breast, I scooped up Melanie with my other hand and brought her up to my mouth, pressing her against my lips so that I could wrap my tongue around her pussy and ass. I held her there against my mouth as I thrust into Maria a few times, and then I lifted her away and lowered her onto Maria’s panting lips. I may have caught Maria by surprise, but she recovered quickly and reached out a hand to hold Melanie there, her hips completely wrapped in Maria’s lips and her legs hanging out the sides. I smiled as I saw Maria began to work her tongue on Melanie and fondle her tiny breasts, while I worked on bringing Maria to her peak. As she came hard, her wails were muffled as the sound tried to work its way around Melanie. All three of us came almost together.

After some more kissing and fondling, I climbed off Maria and lay next to her in the bed, our bodies pressed against each other. Melanie clearly recovered more quickly, though I did give Maria at least a couple orgasms in succession. Melanie got up on her hands and knees and crawled over one of Maria’s breasts and sat down. She bounced a little and said “I like this! You have to get me some bean bag chairs.” Maria turned to look at me and we both laughed. It was enough to knock Melanie down off her perch. She lay sprawled between Maria’s breasts. She got herself back up and said “Stay still!” prompting a snort laugh. Undaunted, Melanie worked her way down Maria’s stomach and found the perch she occupied when I was busy licking and nibbling. She got down on her stomach and worked her way a little further south, until she was within reach of Maria’s clit. She grabbed hold of it with both hands and began to massage it.

Maria gasped and exclaimed “Holy shit.” I just smiled as I tilted my head up to watch my girl in action. I turned to kiss Maria again on the lips, and then sat up to get a better view. I touched two fingers to Melanie’s back and started to give her a little massage as she worked on Maria’s clit. Maria lay back enjoying it, but I had a feeling it was going to take more effort to get another climax out of her. I brought my hand down between Maria’s legs and brushed her pussy lips with my own finger.

Melanie turned to look up at me and said “How about a little help here?”

I said “You trust me?”

She grinned. “Of course honey!”

So I lifted her up and then brought her down between Maria’s legs. I told her to stick one foot out. I rubbed her foot along the slit between Maria’s pussy lips. Melanie was a bright girl, she figured out where I was going with this and put her other foot out too. At first she ran both feet up and down the wet lips like a swimmer doing a backstroke. Then I began to slide her in between, stopping at her knees. She kept up with her slow, rhythmic swimming strokes as I went a little further, up to her waist. Maria wailed and began to move her hips. I pushed Melanie just a little further, up to her breasts, and then whispered to her to rub with her arms too and I’d hold her so she didn’t slip. I held her back in my hand, a couple fingers making it inside Maria along with my slippery girlfriend. I bent down to lick Maria’s clit as Melanie went harder, realizing she was going to bring Maria to yet another orgasm this way. It wasn’t long before Maria came, her hardest of the night, leaving Melanie soaked from her neck down to her toes. She whispered back to me, “Honey, I’m about to come too. Don’t take me out yet. Can you finish me off in here?”

I said “Okay I’ll try.” I shifted positions to free up my other hand, so I could slide my fingers over Melanie’s chest and down her stomach until I could feel between her legs. There wasn’t a lot of room to work with, but I worked her with the tip of my finger, massaging her own tiny pussy lips, and sure enough it didn’t take much to drive her over the edge. She had a pretty strong orgasm while much of her body was still inside Maria, who could feel the tremors down there.

I gently slid her out and began to lick her all over, enjoying the taste of Maria all over her wet body. Then I lay back down, setting Melanie on my chest as I snuggled up to Maria and held her hand. She said “You two are amazing. That was the hardest I’ve come in I don’t know how long.”

I grinned. “Does this mean we can talk you into coming back again? We’d love to have you join us more often.”

She tilted her head up and looked at both of us. “I think I’d like that too. Maybe not right now. You wore me out!” We all laughed.

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Maria stayed the night and I let her have the shower first in the morning, especially after she said she had to go straight to work. I brought Melanie in and let her freshen up in the sink while I started breakfast for all three of us. Over breakfast, we talked about Melanie’s plans to pay a visit to the lab where her shrinking accident happened. Obviously wearing her new cat suit. I had a day to come up with something tiny that would let her communicate with me, and I insisted I would stay nearby in case something happened.

As she got up to leave, Maria gave Melanie a big kiss on the head and I walked her to the door, where we shared a passionate kiss and a promise to meet up on Friday to help smuggle Melanie into the building.

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Melanie's Story Part Thirteen - Planning an Incursion

Post by Rocket » Mon Jun 27, 2022 11:16 pm

After we saw Maria out, I came back to the kitchen to collect Melanie.

She said “You like her.” It was more matter-of-fact, not accusing, but I couldn’t say for sure there wasn’t a hint of jealousy in there.

“Yes, I like her, but I love you.”

“I know. I love you too. You know I wish I could do more. There’s a little part of me that worries you’ll get tired of me and run off with someone your own size, and then what will I do?”

I sat down and looked her in the eyes. “Babe, I’m not going anywhere. Everything I want is right here.” I nudged her chin with the tip of my finger.

She started to tear up a little and put her arms up for me to lift her. I brought her up to my chest and she wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me several times. “I love you so much.”

I stroked her back with my thumb as I held her. After a few moments of silence, she said “I’m okay bringing other women in to join us. I had a lot of fun last night too. Just as long as you’re still here with me at the end of the day.”

I hugged her back with my hand. I joked “You’re stuck with me.”

She snorted. “That’s not a bad thing.”

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After I brought her back to my office I returned to the kitchen to fetch us some coffee. I brought her usual thimble cup, which she grabbed with both hands and sipped from as she watched me get to work. If she was determined to go snooping around in a secret lab, at the same place where they tried to make her disappear in a cardboard box, there was no way I could let that happen without some way to communicate with her. I wished I were going in with her, but she and Maria were both insistent that I wait outside.

I began to root through cabinets and boxes to find the parts I needed. If I could make something two-way that would be even better. I knew I couldn’t make something to run on the cell towers, that would be too complicated. A walkie-talkie would require a decent antenna, probably the size of her arm, to get any sort of range, though I wasn’t ruling it out. If we could tie into the wi-fi signal that would save some weight.

“Hey babe, do you remember if there’s like a guest wi-fi there?”

“Yeah. Shouldn’t require a password or anything, just a couple clicks to get in.”

“Ok. Here’s what I’m thinking. I can make something that will let us communicate over wi-fi.”

She wrinkled her nose. “I’m not bringing a phone or computer. I thought you were going to do something we could talk over.”

“I am. We can talk over wi-fi. I’ll just have to log you on from outside before you go in, and then you should be all set. We can talk two-way just like a phone call.”

She grinned. “Seriously? That is cool. It’s like I’ll be a real secret agent!”

“I’m trying to make this as lightweight as I can, but you’ll need something to hold a little battery. Like a watch battery. Did that catsuit have a pocket or a backpack or something?”

She thought for a moment. “No, but … ooh, I just remembered, one of the other outfits had a string purse, one of those things with the string straps over both shoulders. Would that work?”

“That would be perfect. This will be about the size of a nickel and I’ll have to run a couple wires to it. And another piece about the size of a penny. The rest I think I can make a headset. It may take a little fancy soldering but I have to make this work. There’s no way you’re going in there without backup.”

She looked at me. “You’re the backup? I thought Maria was my backup.”

“Then I’m the cavalry.” I smiled back at her.

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I spent the next couple hours working on a receiver and a tiny headset. I had to scrounge parts from a couple old cell phones, bending wires carefully under a magnifying glass, soldering was crazy difficult, but I managed to assemble something that would work, as long as she stayed on wi-fi. Occasionally Melanie would look on from her desk out of curiosity, but for the most part she stayed out of the way, trusting I was going to make something that would work.

Once I had something ready to test, I got up from my pile of scraps and parts on the floor and walked over, reaching out to stroke her on the back. She caught me and swung her head back just before I could, and instead I bumped the top of her head.

“Oof!”

“Ooh, I’m sorry, I was trying to rub your back! Does it hurt? Do you need anything?”

She sat up again. “Nah. You just startled me. I knew you were coming over, I just didn’t know you were going to do THAT.”

“What did you think I was going to do, fondle your chest?”

She gave me a sly grin. “Good point. Though you can if you want to. You know I won’t stop you.”

“You’re really tempting me.” I reached around her and brushed my finger across her chest, mostly just because of what she said.
“Okay. Now that you got your feel, what’s up?”

I produced the headset I’d been working on. I said “Here, head straight” as I tweaked the shape just a little so it fit better on her head. There was a tiny cup speaker for her ear and a wire that came down in front of her with a teeny tiny microphone. It was like one of those call center headsets, but in miniature. I added, “I still need to add a piece of felt padding for the ear, but I want to make sure this fits and see if you can speak and hear me. Just be careful of these two wires, they’ll go into that bag you’ll wear over your shoulders.”

She reached up her hands and shifted it around a little bit. “Definitely need that padding. But this is awesome, you think it’ll work?”

“We’re about to find out. It’s on our home wi-fi now. I’m going to go in the other room with this” as I held up my cell phone “and see if we can hear each other. I modified a radio app on here to communicate on the same frequency.”

I walked into the front living room, near the front door. I figured this may be far enough that she wouldn’t hear me if it wasn’t through the headset. I spoke softly. “Hey babe, can you hear me?”

I got a little static at first, made an adjustment and then heard her saying “Honey, can you hear me?”

I responded back, “Yeah babe, can you hear me now?”

She squealed. “It works! You’re a genius!”

I went back into the office and found her beaming at me as I walked in. “This is awesome! I can’t believe you did this! Well, yeah I can believe it, ‘cause my boyfriend is a fucking genius!”

“So you think it’ll work?”

“Honey, this is perfect!” She rubbed her ear. “Er, except for the ear thing. Definitely need some padding if I’m going to be wearing this for a while. But the rest is perfect. Wait till Maria sees this, she won’t believe it either!”

“Okay. Take that off and I’ll see if I can solve the padding. How was the volume? I wasn’t too loud or quiet?”

“No, you were good.” She handed me the headset. I lifted it up along with the battery pack and brought them back to my impromptu workshop in the middle of the floor.

I continued making tweaks to the headgear and make sure to add a piece of felt to the earpiece, while I hopped back onto my computer, an idea niggling in the back of my mind of something else that would be even more useful tomorrow, if I could figure out a way to make it work.

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Maria called to say she was going to stop by after work to discuss final plans with Melanie. I told her she should stay for dinner again and asked her what she liked. Then I checked in with Melanie to see if she’d be alright if I ran to the grocery store to pick up a few things. She smirked and said “Yeah, I knew you liked her.”

I must have looked horrified, because she made a silly face at me and said “You are SO easy to tease! It’s fine. Get going, I’ll see you when you get back.”

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Maria came by after work, just as I was taking the meatballs out of the oven and boiling water for the pasta. I took the pot off the burner and headed for the door, still wearing my apron. Opening the door, I was greeted to Maria’s smile. She leaned in and gave me a quick kiss before making a comment about my chef’s attire and how I appear to have many talents.

“You’re too kind. I just hope you like my cooking.” I gave her a sincere smile back.

She smirked. “Given your notable talents in the, er, bedroom, I have high expectations.”

I led her into the office first, to come fetch Melanie. She was sitting at her desk, strumming her hands over the little keyboard I’d linked to a computer for her. She spun around and smiled at both of us.

“Hey Maria!”

“Hey chica! Whatcha doing?”

“Just psyching myself up for tomorrow, looking up some spy stuff.”

Maria looked at the setup. Then she looked back at me. “You came up with this?”

Melanie started gushing about the setup. “He did! Isn’t this cool? I even have a trackpad here, I can move my hand around and it works just like a mouse!” Then she paused for a second and her eyes lit up. “Ooh! You have to see what we made for tomorrow, it’s even cooler!” She looked at me. “Can we show her?”

“Sure, babe.” I bent down to pluck up the headset and battery pack and walk them over.

She reached out with both hands to hold the headset and lower it onto her head, adjusting it just so. As she did, I comment to Maria that the battery pack would fit in that little string backpack she’d gotten yesterday.

“So what does this do?”

Melanie blurted, “It’s a two-way radio. We can talk to each other while I’m in the building and my honey is outside in the car.”

I said to Maria, “Here, come with me, I’ll show you.” I led her across to the other side of the house and opened up the radio app. I spoke into the phone, “Hey babe, can you hear me?”

Through the phone speaker we heard “Loud and clear!”
Maria regarded me for a moment. “That is amazing. YOU came up with that?”

Through the speaker Melanie said “Yeah, he did! He’s a fucking genius!”

As we headed back to the office, she asked me, “Where on earth did you learn how to do this stuff?”

Melanie heard us and started gushing on me this time. “Didn’t you know? Ooh, I never told you the whole story. He really is a genius. He’s got like a PhD in engineering or something.” She looked at me. “Right?”

I felt funny tooting my own horn. “Yeah”

“He comes up with amazing stuff all the time. That’s why he started his own business. So he could pick and choose what projects to work on. I worked for him because he was designing equipment that would interface directly with the brain and he needed someone with a science background.” She motioned towards herself.

“Damn, so you really are pretty smart. Huh. Smart and sexy.”

“Uh...”

Melanie chimed in, “And easily embarrassed when we talk about him like that. He’s SO easy to tease.” She winked. “Why do you think I loved flirting with him back when we worked together?”

Maria thought for a moment, looking back between Melanie and I. “Huh. So you really do love him, it’s not just because he came and rescued you.”

Melanie looked a little affronted for a moment, but shook it off and shook her head no. “I liked him a lot before all this happened. Though … I’ll admit in the last few weeks I’ve fallen for him. Hard. I can’t imagine life without him now.”

This was really getting embarrassing now. I tried to resist the urge to run and grab her and kiss her. She was in the middle of girl talk with Maria. No-man’s land. “Uh … I’m going to go finish dinner.” I started to step back into the hallway.

Maria grabbed my arm. “You’re not getting away that easy. Here, we’ll join you.” She reached her hand out to Melanie, who was setting her headset down gently on the desk. She stood up and climbed into Maria’s hand for the ride back to the kitchen.

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Melanie and Maria continued their chat, as I finished cooking and began serving the meal. I carefully sliced up some noodles into tiny pieces for Melanie, along with some sauce and a few pieces of meatball.

As I handed Melanie her plate, she grinned. “You’re getting better and better at cooking for me!” She turned to Maria and said “My own personal chef!”

Maria snorted. “You’re going to make me jealous now. I’ve never had a guy go through that much trouble to cook for me. Most of them expect me to do all the cooking while they loaf around with a beer watching football.”

I grunted. “Sorry. I guess I was too much of a nerd in college, but yeah I remember a lot of undergrads spending their weekends doing that.”

She asked, “So what did you do on the weekends?”

I mused, “Oh, study, laundry, study, work, study. Something like that. Once I figured out I could make money just creating databases or designing apps for people, I would look for requests on the online bulletin boards to start, and then I got a lot of repeat customers who would just go straight to me with what they needed. It was a lot easier for me than say, working a shift at the pizza shop like a lot of other college students, and I could work when I had an hour here or there. So I spent a LOT of time just sitting on the balcony with a laptop or there were a couple coffee shops on campus I hung out at for like HOURS at a time. Maybe that’s why I was so comfortable just starting my own business.”

I paused for a moment when I noticed they were both just looking at me. “Sorry again. For blathering on. I’m probably putting you both to sleep.”

Maria smiled. “No, no!” She put her hand on my arm. “But now I totally understand why some woman hasn’t scooped you up already. We REALLY need to get you out more.” She looked at Melanie. “We need to get BOTH of you out more.”

Over dinner we made plans to meet up with Maria tomorrow during her lunch break, I would bring her a sandwich so she’d have time to join us in the car. I would program Melanie’s headset to work on the company guest wi-fi and Maria would smuggle her into the building inside her handbag. Once in, Melanie would need to figure out how to get up to the 7th floor. Maria would get her as close as she could, but staff didn’t go up to that level unless they were asked to, there was a guard stationed there at the desk and the elevator required a special key. I asked a lot of questions myself, like how tall is the building and is there a stairwell. Melanie said the building is 8 stories, the top level is the executives so we usually don’t go up there either. The stairwell is locked on each level, so once you go in the stairwell you keep going until you reach the ground. I asked some questions about the stairwell layout and the doors, trying to get a better picture of the landscape in case I had to come in myself. Maria was thinking she could get up to level 6 and the two of them spent a while trying to figure out how she would get up to the next floor. By the time they were done planning, it was getting pretty late. I’d written down their list of supplies and was wondering how Melanie was going to carry all this stuff with her catsuit. I blurted that she might need a bigger backpack.

As I got up to walk Maria to the door, she said “You take care of my girl, okay? I’ll see you both at lunchtime. I’ll text you.”

We kissed in the doorway and I waited to watch her pull off.

Back in the kitchen, Melanie looked a little daunted. “Hey babe, you can do this. I’ll be right there if you need me.”

She smiled. “I know. I need to get myself psyched up. I have to know what’s going on. I know they’re hiding something up there.” Now I saw the fire in her eyes. “There’s no fucking way that THIS” as she motioned to herself “just happens by accident. Whatever they were doing, they don’t want anyone to know about. I’m more determined than ever to get to the bottom of it.” Now her face was turning red.

“Okay, deep breath. I don’t want you barreling in there without a plan. So let’s talk. You two spent the last hour figuring out how to get into the lab. Now what are you going to do AFTER you get in?”

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After we discussed some additional plans for what to do once she gets into the lab, I told her “Okay now. You are in serious need of some stress relief before your big day tomorrow.”

She cocked her eyebrow. “Stress relief? Do you mean …”

Before she could finish her sentence, I scooped her up in my hand and began to kiss her all over. She was showing off her new little sweater and skirt, but I knew she had nothing on under the skirt. I tilted her back in my hand, and lifted her legs up enough to expose her bare bottom. I kissed her there and then began to lick her with the tip of my tongue. She gave me a little moan of pleasure and then tried to reach behind her back to undo the clasp. I decided to help her by lifting her up by the waist with my other hand, gently flipping her over so that she was on all fours. I gave her a moment to get her balance before I let her go. I was glad she wore a wrap-around skirt, once she unfastened it I could just pull it away. Then I nudged her knees a little further apart and began to rub her with my little finger from behind. I slid my finger along her pussy lips, which were just starting to moisten. I pulled back and licked my finger to slicken it, then went back to her pussy and began to wiggle it in between her lips. I was rewarded with a gasp. With my little finger in her, in this position I could rub her back and bottom with my thumb. On a whim I pulled her cheeks wider with my thumb and index finger and pressed another finger tight to her rectum. That elicited another gasp and a groan. She began to bob her ass, grinding it against my two fingers. At this point I didn’t have to do much, I just held my fingers in place and enjoyed watching her do the work, until she began to shiver and came on my finger, and then collapsed in my hand.

I gave her a moment to recover before I gently slid my finger out and tasted it, then licked her clean. I whispered, “Yes, that kind of stress relief.”

She rolled on her side, as much as she could in my hand, and with a sloppy grin muttered “Yeah, that works.”

I kissed her again and brought her to the bathroom to freshen up and get to bed. I told her to get some sleep, we have a long day tomorrow.

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Melanie's Story Part Fourteen - Infiltration Day

Post by Rocket » Wed Jun 29, 2022 1:31 am

The next morning, I woke up first and tiptoed away so I wouldn’t wake Melanie. She was adorable snoozing on my pillow. I resisted the temptation to play with her, as I knew she had a big day today and needed her rest. I went to the bathroom and then padded into the kitchen to make coffee.

I went back to check on her and didn’t see her on the pillow. Geez, it hadn’t been 15 minutes. I looked around, patting the blankets, then in a panic I began looking around the floor too. Next thing I knew, something landed on my neck and was grabbing hold of the hair on the back of my head like the reigns of a horse. I started to jerk up before realizing it was probably Melanie. Sure enough, she yelped at my sudden movement, clinging tightly to my hair to keep from falling.

“Oh shit.” I reached back behind me and felt her leg dangling down my back. I helped her up as she climbed back into place, wrapping her legs around my neck with her little feet sticking out on either side of my chin. “You know you scared me!”

She snorted. “You were so cute trying not to get into a panic. How far did you think I was going to go?”

“Damn, I was worried you fell and got hurt. Next I was going to look behind the furniture.” That girl had me flustered and she knew it. Damn is right, she was enjoying this. It was NOT funny. “What were you doing anyway?”

“I’m calling on my inner cat woman. I need to practice my super secret agent skills.” She didn’t sound scared at all. “So, how’d I do?”

“I was worried about you. For real. Don’t scare me like that. I’m already worried something’s going to happen when you go in that lab. Or even before you get there.”

She started to swing her legs around, holding tightly to my hair and then my ear. Now she had one leg on the back of my neck and the other under my chin. She whispered in my ear. “I’ll be fine. I need to practice climbing and swinging if I’m going to get into the lab. Plus I have both you and Maria looking out for me. What could possibly happen?”

I started to speak and then stopped. She was way overconfident, how was I supposed to convince her? On the other hand I didn’t want to scare her, she did need some confidence going on this ‘mission’ but this was over the top. Now I was really worried about her. Instead of speaking, I did what came naturally nowadays. Our new normal. I reached over and cupped her in my hand and pulled her around to my mouth, where I could wrap my lips around her chest in a huge kiss, and of course kiss other parts as I liked. She purred as I kissed her all over.

Then I walked with her to the bathroom and set her by the sink to wash up. I told her I’d be back for her in a few minutes after I started breakfast.

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I came back to the bathroom to find her soaking in the sink. She swam over to the edge and put her arms up over the lip of the sink. This usually meant she wanted me to do her back. So I put a few drops of soap on two fingers and began to rub it into her back, massaging from her shoulders down to her cute little bottom. She cooed as I rubbed her tush with my fingers.

I patted her bottom and said “You, my dear, have a big day ahead. Finish up and come eat your Wheaties.”

She snorted so hard she almost bonked her head on the edge of the sink. Then she looked up at me and narrowed her eyes. “That’s all I get to start my day?” She actually looked a little disappointed.

“I didn’t want to sap all your energy.” Then I gave her a look back. “But, far be it from me to deny such a sexy woman her morning orgasm.” I reached down and began fondling her ass again, before I hoisted her in the air and lay her on her back in my hand. I sat down on the toilet seat and held her in front of me, droplets from her wet body falling onto my lap. Luckily I hadn’t finished getting dressed yet. She lay calmly, her eyes closed and her legs parted, awaiting me. Offering herself to me, knowing what was to come. I so enjoyed having this much control, and knowing she wanted it to be me with this control over her. It was hard sometimes not letting it get to my head and taking it too far, remembering she was not just my toy, yet not just my girlfriend, she was both.

I let my fingers dance over her body, tracing her features. I blew on her and felt her shiver in my hand. I held my finger right over her pussy, but didn’t touch it, instead moving it around as if I was stroking her, as close as I could get without touching. It was driving her nuts and I could feel her shivers, but this time it wasn’t the cold, it was anticipation of when I was going to finally touch her. I kept up my maddening (to her) lack of touching until I saw the glimmer form along her pussy lips, telling me she was ready for me. Now I lowered my finger there, touching them ever so gently. That little touch drew a gasp from her and a trickle of fluid down her lips, forming a droplet that ran down over her tiny perineum. I stroked her lips with the tip of my little finger, smearing her juices across her opening, before I dove the tip inside. She gasped again and arched her back. Soon she was moving her hips in unison with the slight movements of my finger. This was one of the positions I enjoyed the most, as I could just hold her and watch and feel her whole body as she built to a climax, when I barely lifted a finger. This was the ultimate power trip. I took my time building her up, moving slowly and painstakingly, until I decided I was ready for her to come. I moved my finger more forcefully, and a little deeper, just a few hard pumps, and watched the result as she moaned and wailed and her whole body trembled in my hand.

As she caught her breath and her heart was no longer beating out of her chest, she opened her eyes and looked into mine, with a lazy grin. I slowly withdrew my finger and licked it, as she watched me, never breaking eye contact. She finally muttered, “Yeah, you were right.”

“About what” I grinned as I tilted my hand to make it easier for her to look at me.

“Sapping my energy.” She blushed a little.

“Well then you definitely need your Wheaties. How about you finish washing up and I’ll come get you in a few minutes.” I held her up to lap at her sopping wet pussy for a moment before I lowered her into the sink and let her swim out of my hand.

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When I came back to fetch her for breakfast, she was still naked and sitting on her hand towel. I said “No clothes?”

She grinned at me. “I’m going to be wearing the cat suit. This way I don’t have to change after we eat.”

I snickered. “I won’t argue with that. I can watch your tits bounce while you eat.”

She looked down at her chest. “For real? Do they bounce?”

“Just a little. It’s kinda cute. But you tease me enough, and I don’t always get a chance to tease you back.”

She huffed at me. “They’re CUTE? I thought before you said they were glorious!”

“They are.” I stifled a chuckle. “Being so tiny makes them cute. But proportionally they’re glorious. What were they, they had to be C’s.”

She sighed. “Yeah. 38 C.”

“Sorry. They’re still perfect though.” I reached out and lifted one up with my finger, as if I was examining it, but more to try to convince her I was being honest. “Yep, perfect.”

She looked up at me, a little sad. “Thank you. I know you’re just trying to cheer me up though.”

I bent down and looked her right in the eyes. “It’s more than that. Listen to me. Melanie. You are beautiful. You’ve always been one of the sexiest women I know. Geez, now that you know how much of a nerd I was in college, you may be the sexiest woman that’s ever flirted with me. Or that I’ve been with. The only thing that’s changed is you’re not as tall as you used to be. Everything else is the same.”

She almost started to tear up. “You really do think I’m sexy. Even like THIS.”

Softly I replied “Yeah.”

She got up and shook her arms and stood up straight. Then she looked at me again and said “Okay. Let’s do this.”

I replied “Your wish is my command, my princess” and put out my hand for her.

She snorted. As I lifted her up she said “I thought I was supposed to be cat woman. But if you want to treat me like a princess, by all means, go ahead.”

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After breakfast, we went to work preparing for Melanie’s mission. I began winding up heavy thread and fashioning some little grappling hooks for her. Given she literally weighed less than a pound now, we didn’t need anything too heavy duty. Just compact and light weight. I found an old LED key fob light and disassembled it, fitting the contents into a smaller package and wrapping it with electrical tape to make a tiny flashlight, along with a hook so she could hang it from her belt. I’d hoped to come up with a better backpack, but alas I had no idea where to find that – Maria was clearly the expert in that field – and my rudimentary guy sewing skills were definitely not up to the task. So instead I came up with a sort of tool belt she could wear. I was sitting on the floor in a corner of the office that had somehow become my new workshop.

She was anxious to see all that I’d put together, but it was time for this girl to get her suit on so we wouldn’t be rushed. Not that I minded her standing around naked all morning. I think she secretly enjoyed my gawking, and certainly didn’t mind my occasionally copping a feel as I worked. She would even ask me what part I wanted and sashay over to it, bending over just long enough to flash me and then turning to peek and see if I was watching. The one time she didn’t turn right away, I couldn’t resist coming up behind her and stroking my finger there while she had everything exposed. I caught her by surprise and she yelped, almost pitching over on top of the item she was fetching for me. Enough fun though, it was getting late. Time to get down to business.

I said “Let’s get you into your outfit, and then we can come back and start loading you up. Sound good?”

She stood up and saluted me. And grinned. I scooped her up and carried her to the bathroom sink, where she jogged over to her wardrobe and pulled out the cat suit. As she started to get dressed, she noticed I hadn’t left, so she began to slow down, trying to get dressed in a sexy manner, showing off her stuff. It was a little harder to be sexy dressing than it was un-dressing, but she did her best and gave me a show. Once she had the top on, but before she could pick up the bottoms, I scooped her up and lay her back in my hand.

I said “Ah, Cat Woman. I have you just where I want you. You are all MINE!”

She blurted, “You’ve caught me! Oh no! What are you going to do to me?” She gave me a look of feigned terror.

“I’m going to eat you up!” I brought her up to my mouth and wrapped my lips around her middle, tickling her cute little ass with my tongue.

She laughed. “No! Don’t eat me!”

I gave her a couple of long licks, encompassing her ass and pussy, and then pulled back. I said “You’re too irresistable. But I’d better stop or we’re never going to make it. We’re definitely continuing this later though. You in a cat suit is making me hot.”

She grinned. “Definitely. I wish we could finish now.” Sigh. “But you’re right. We need to meet Maria. Oh, and weren’t we bringing lunch?”

“Uh, yeah. I need to stop on the way. Let’s get you dressed.” I held out the little legs of the suit for her to step into, and then slid them up and let her finish fastening them. Once she had a minute to check herself in the mirror, I scooped her up again and brought her back to the office, so that we could get her outfitted. I told her the headset goes on soon as I have it programmed from the car. I pulled out the little tool belt, it took her a minute to figure out the clasp, I made it more like a man’s belt because, well, I’m a guy. But she figured it out. Then we started hooking the supplies to her belt. The flashlight, the spools and hooks, a couple little eyeglass tools I thought she might need to get in or out of places, and one little piece she hadn’t seen yet.

“What am I supposed to do with that?”

I said “This is a tiny USB plug. Didn’t you two say that area is cut off from the rest of the company?”

She looked a little confused. “Yeah, but …”

“I assume the computers are cut off from everything too?”

“I suppose. It always seemed like whatever was up there was off the books. A total secret.”

“So, they must have computers up there, whatever happened to you didn’t happen just from lab notes. Though I wouldn’t mind getting ahold of someone’s lab notebooks to study. I think our best bet is to figure out what’s on the computers.” She gave me a thoughtful look. “This” as I held it for her to take “has a computer virus on it. But it has to plug into a computer in that lab. I’m guessing they’re not connected to your main network, but they have to be connected to something somewhere. The key is, plug this in somewhere they won’t see it. Like the back of a desktop computer or server. Or at least the back of a laptop. Not in front where it’s really obvious.”

“What is a computer virus going to do? Are you trying to crash the system or something?”

“Oh no. Definitely not. We need to know what’s on those computers, I’m hoping that’s the key to what they’re doing up there and what was going on at the time of your ‘accident’ – the virus will create a back door that I can use to log in and snoop around in the system.”

Her eyes lit up. “That’s perfect!” She grinned. “I wasn’t lying when I told Maria you’re a genius.” She held the mini USB plug and looked around her outfit trying to figure out where she could stuff it.

“Unbuckle your belt.”

As she did, she gave me a coy smile. “Are you getting frisky again?”

“I’d love to, but actually it’s for this.” I produced a little pouch of fabric, where I’d cut out two holes for the belt to loop through. She held out the end of the belt and let me slide it on. “You can put the USB inside the pouch.” I grinned back at her.

I gathered up the headset and battery pack, the wires leading into the little string backpack that came with one the outfits Maria had found. I fished through Melanie’s purse (she already knew I was going to) and found her old work key, hoping it would still at least get me into the building. I stuffed the two pockets of my hoodie with some tools and supplies in case of emergency, though of course hoping I wouldn’t need them. And finally my laptop. Then I scooped up my girl and made my way to the car, making a mental note to pick up sandwiches on the way.

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I found parking on the street that ran along the back of the building. I texted Maria to let her know where we were. While we waited, I pulled out my sandwich and carefully carved off some pieces to make a little sandwich for Melanie. As I handed it to her, Maria showed up and hopped into the back seat.

“Hey guys. Are you ready?”

Before I could answer, Melanie jumped up in the passenger seat so she could show off her cat suit. She started babbling on about all the accoutrements, showing off her flashlight and tools and such, as I handed Maria a sandwich and a bottle of water.

“I think we’re almost there. Soon as she’s done eating I’m going to fit this headset on her.” I explained how I was going to log it onto the building guest wi-fi and then we’d be able to talk to each other. I told her I would stay here in the car, I had a book to read and my laptop, I wasn’t going anywhere until they both came back out safely. But if something did happen, I showed her that I had Melanie’s key, plus mentioned some additional tools I packed myself, so I was prepared to rush in after them if I had to.

Maria pointed out that the key wasn’t going to get anyone into Level 7. Just the employee entrance on the side and probably get me as far as the lobby. I told her as long as it could get me inside, I would find a way to either one of them if they were in trouble. I asked Maria to keep her phone handy, to text me if she saw anything suspicious or if she thought either one of them were going to run into trouble. We went over the infiltration plan in detail one more time. I fired up my laptop and began logging her onto wi-fi. Then I fit the headset onto her head. She held her arms out for me to slide the little string backpack over her shoulders. I reminded her the headset wires ran into that, I tried to leave her room so it wouldn’t pull, but I couldn’t make them too long, fearing they’d get caught on something. She then tucked everything under the hood of the catsuit, which was complete with little cat ears. For fun she stuck out her hand and swung it like a paw and meowed for us. We needed one last laugh.

At that, Maria held open her handbag and I gently lowered Melanie into it. Maria said she was going to try to get her up to Level 6 and drop her off near some ductwork, which we were thinking would lead to a service shaft. She would need to do some climbing, but that was what we got the climbing gear for.

With a deep breath, Maria started to get up. I put my hand on her hand and told her “Be careful.“ I looked down to the bag. “BOTH of you. I’ll be here when you come out.”

And with that, I watched them out the side mirror, as Maria made her way back into the office, my girl hiding inside a handbag over her arm. I really hoped they weren’t walking into a trap.

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Melanie's Story Part 15 - Melanie the Spy

Post by Rocket » Wed Jul 06, 2022 7:58 pm

Hey folks, in this chapter I experimented with writing much of the action from Melanie’s point of view. Let me know what you think. Thanks!

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As I finished my own sandwich, I called up the radio app on my phone and checked for the 5th time that it was working properly. It had been 10 minutes and this was already nervewracking. I had to take some deep breaths and chill. At this point they were probably barely in the building, but I couldn’t wait any longer, I had to check in.

“Hey babe, are you there? Talk quietly if there are people around.”

I had nothing but static for a minute and then I heard “Honey, yeah it’s me. We’re fine. You need to chill.” Gee wasn’t I just telling myself that? “I’ll check in as soon as there’s something to tell.”

“Okay babe. Be careful.”

“I will.”

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No I won’t.” She whispered to herself. No need to worry him, but she knew what she was getting into. There was no choice. Being careful was not going to get her answers.

Melanie held her hands out to the sides of Maria’s bag, trying to stand up as the bag swung back and forth like a gondola on a log ride at the amusement park. Thankful for the small meal, she held tight and listened to the sounds around her, trying to gauge where she might be. She heard Maria making idle chit chat with someone. Eew, was that Leonard the geeky guy from Level 2, the one who still wore a pocket protector, tape on his glasses and stored his lunch next to the mold samples in the fridge? He used to ogle her from across the dining hall. What was she doing talking to him? He was like a walking stereotype - and totally NOT her type. Or anyone’s type for that matter. Okay, be nice, there’s supposed to be someone out there for everyone, or so they say. Well, she thought, I suppose MY guy is her type. Go figure.

She tried to listen closer, shutting out the other noises around her. She heard “Level 7” and her ears perked up. “No way. Not going anywhere near that place. No way. It’s creepy.” “Well is anyone assigned up there today?” “Why do you want to go up there? I told you it’s creeeeepppppyyy.” Melanie thought to herself, yeah, not as creepy as you staring at me and drooling on yourself for 30 minutes when I try to take my lunch break. She shuddered for a moment at the memory. Then finally she heard “Belinda is supposed to take some supplies up there at the end of her shift. That’s like all I know.” “That’s alright. Thank you dear.” Then a pat. Shit, did she just pat him on the cheek? Damn girl, you’d better not be touching me with that hand. Eeww.

The bag started swinging again for a minute and then it stopped. She listened again and heard a chime. Okay, elevator. Got it. After the doors closed, suddenly the bag jerked and Melanie was flooded with light and the sight of Maria’s huge face peering down at her. “Hey, alright in there?” She nodded while holding a hand up to block some of the light. Big people are oblivious sometimes. “We’re going up to 6, I’m going to drop you off there. But I’m going to see if I can offer to make that supply run for Belinda at the end of the shift.” Then almost to herself she mused, “I’ve never been up there before.”

Melanie wondered what kind of supplies they would need up there and why they would need them at the end of the day on a Friday. Were they doing experiments after hours? The questions just bolstered her certainty that something suspicions was going on up there. But before Melanie had a chance to reply though, the bag snapped shut, enveloping her in darkness again. She was tempted to pull out her flashlight. It took her a minute for her eyes to adjust to the harsh change in lighting. Then for a while she could sense the bag swinging and she assumed Maria was walking around. Back to holding on tight to the sides of the purse to keep from landing in … was that gum? Spare change? Cookie crumbs? That girl needs to clean out her bag. She stepped in something squishy, that felt like a little blow-up mattress. Now she did pull out her flashlight. Ugh. Catchup packets. And hot sauce from Taco Bell. Had no idea she was into junk food. The thought made her want to scrunch up her nose. She prided herself for so long on eating healthy and working out regularly at the gym. There was a bang that felt like a battering ram, it was probably just the bag bumping into something but it was enough to land her on her ass. As she pulled herself back up and dusted crumbs off, she hoped to get out of this bag soon. She was so done with this up close and personal with the contents of Maria’s messy bag.

At long last, she felt the bag set down with a thump reminiscent of a roller coaster coming to a stop for the passengers to depart. Not too far from the truth, she thought to herself. If she were to ask Maria, she’d probably insist she set it down gently. Big people have no concept. As she thought that, the bag unsnapped at the top and light poured in, though not as bright as the elevator. Maybe she was behind a desk or against a wall or something. She could see Maria’s giant fingers near the top of the bag, and then a moment later a giant eye peering down. Maria didn’t say anything, which made sense if she was somewhere public. It took a moment for her eyes to adjust and she tried to take in what she could while standing in a bag that came up several inches past her head, or to her perspective maybe three feet. Not insurmountable to climb out, but she’d have to jump to catch the lip and hope her weight wasn’t enough to pull it down. Or no, she thought again, if it came down that was probably easier to climb out. I can do this.

She suspected Maria was leaving the bag somewhere that she could make her way out on her own. But before she could make the jump, she saw Maria’s big red lips hover over the top of the bag and a manicured finger held over them in a ‘shhh’ sign. So she stopped. What the hell? She’s lucky I didn’t jump up at that moment and collide with her chin. C’mon dammit, I need to get out of here. She kept the thought to herself, but she was getting antsy. A moment later she was thrown back on her ass – on those sauce packets no less – as the bag jerked and swung into the air. Now she felt like she was on the parachute ride. I guess I’m getting the whole amusement park experience today. I can tell the difference, I’ve razzed my guy before but he’s never this rough – maybe he does really make an effort for me. Huh. She felt a warm fuzzy feeling inside thinking about him for a moment. Then she shook it off. I have to concentrate on this mission. But first I have to get out of here so I can START my mission, dammit. Where is she taking me?

After more swinging and a couple bangs that felt like she was in a bumper car, she sensed a door opening and she felt like she was entering a cave or a tunnel. She heard metal clanking. Then the bag stopped with a thud and the top opened again, the flood of light tempered by the giant cloud that was Maria’s head. It took a minute for her eyes to adjust and then she looked around. She whispered “What the hell, Maria? You took me to the fucking bathroom?”

Maria looked like she was stifling a laugh. She bent down and whispered “Shush. It was the only way. People were watching. Besides I think there’s a vent in here I can boost you up to. Didn’t you say you were going to like climb in the vent or something?”

Melanie sighed. “I was hoping for a service shaft.” Then she thought for a minute. “Fine. The vent I guess.” Her mind was already spinning, thinking of how this was going to work. A service shaft would be a lot easier to navigate, but if I have to climb a vent, fine. I didn’t expect this to be easy. Besides, I can’t take hanging out in this bag any longer anyway. I’m not accomplishing anything. Let’s just get out of here and see what I can do.

So Maria reached her hand into the bag. She grumbled, “I hope that’s not the hand you were just patting Leonard’s cheek with.” As her fingers wrapped around Melanie’s waist like a vice grip, she yelped.

Maria said “Shhhh. Let me peek out here and make sure the coast is clear. And by the way ... you do look sexy in that cat suit.” She winked and then held Melanie close to her chest, as if to hide her if someone came looking as she exited the stall. But to Melanie, basically she was squished in some giant cleavage that was almost suffocating. Let’s just get this over with. She sensed Maria stumbling around something and turned her head enough to take in that she was climbing up on the counter that held several sinks. Geez with one hand? For a moment Melanie pictured both of them going down with a splat onto the restroom floor and being discovered by a coworker later. If that were to happen at least she had plenty of cleavage cushion. Shit. Only if she fell on her back. Shaking the thought from her head, she focused on what Maria was doing, she was up on the counter now and fumbling with the vent cover. Shit again. How the hell was she supposed to get a vent cover open herself later, if Maria was fumbling with it now? There’s gotta be something better. She looked up. Drop ceiling. Yes much better.

“Hey Maria. Forget the vent. Can you get me up there?” She tried pointing up, but Maria didn’t understand. “The ceiling panels. They push up. Just tilt one up and help me get up there.”

Maria looked at her funny for a moment, like she was out of her mind, but then said “Are you sure? I thought you wanted a vent.”

“No, a service shaft. Just get me in the ceiling. I’ll take it from there.”

“Fine, if you say so.” Maria reached up with her free hand and tried to reach a tile. She started to falter and Melanie had those thoughts of falling with a splat rush through her head again. Maria stretched her arm enough to tilt a panel up, and then without any warning, thrust Melanie up into the air. “There. Can you reach it?”

Melanie reached out with her hands and was able to grasp the edge of the aluminum frame. She said “Yeah, just hold that panel for a minute, okay?” She heard Maria grumble under her breath and figured she’d better hurry up here. She swung her legs like a pendulum, trying to get one foot over the edge. It took a few tries but she was able to hook her ankle on the lip and used that to pull up and roll herself onto the adjacent panel. She turned back on all fours and stuck her head in the opening enough to say “Okay, got it!” She moved away from the edge quickly, not sure how soon Maria would let go of that panel. Not long apparently, as seconds later the panel thudded back into place, leaving her in shadows.

She took a look around, as her eyes adjusted to the darkness. Not total darkness at least. Light from the corners of the fluorescent panels situated throughout the ceiling, provided just enough to see without pulling out her flashlight. She didn’t know how much battery it had and figured she should save it for when she really needed it. She patted her hands around her waist, checking to make sure she didn’t lose her climbing tools and other items. Then she tried to gauge where she was and where she needed to go. There were wires strung from the ceiling grid up to the sheet metal above. Conduit ran throughout the space in between, along with water pipes and cast iron drain pipes. She supposed the restrooms were in about the same spot on each floor, but it didn’t make sense to come up there. It would be better to come up inside the lab. Lab benches would require piping for gas, oxygen, vacuum … if she could locate those pipes and if the installers were good enough to label them even better, maybe she could come up in the right place. Or at least close.

Melanie had no idea how much of that floor was labs, the space was so secretive that part of her wondered if the people ate and slept up there. They sure didn’t join the rest of the staff in the lunchroom downstairs. She thought through the 3 days she actually spent up there, getting past the elevator and a guard post and spending her time in an outer lab where she simply processed some odd samples. Strange now that she thought about it, that the samples were so miniscule – working with just drops of blood rather than a tube, or a sliver of tissue the size of a hair rather than a normal biopsy sample. She shuddered as she realized what that might represent. Was it possible what she experienced wasn’t truly an accident? Could there be others – plants, animals, even people – being experimented on? The shocking picture in her mind made her dizzy. She got down on all fours and tried to force herself not to start hyperventilating or go into shock or something. Everything was spinning around her. Stop. Focus. She told herself I don’t know anything for sure yet, but I’m here to get answers. So let’s go get answers. Or clues. And take it from there.

It took a few minutes for the dizziness to subside. She slowly got back up and then took another look around. She could see the tops of the walls, sheetrock around metal framing, denoting the shape of the room. Thinking through what she remembered of the typical floor layout, She figured which way she likely had to go. She was glad she’d thought about the ceiling, she couldn’t imagine how she’d navigate the vents or how she’d work her way out through a vent cover that was too secure for Maria to pull open at her full size. But there were still plenty of obstacles. She made her way in her chosen direction, leaping over gaps between the ceiling tiles and the grid that were about a foot wide (for her) and ducking down on all fours to go under pipes a couple times. She could sense just being close to them, which one carried hot water. She made a note to avoid climbing on those, she wasn’t sure how much the cat suit would protect her from the heat.

When she got to the base of the wall, it was probably 10 feet to climb, but at least it was a pretty straight climb. She pulled out her climbing gear, checking to make sure the little hook was secure to the line, and tossed it up. It took a couple tries to catch it on the top edge of the drywall. She tugged to be sure it was secure, then began climbing. This was just like climbing a rock wall at the gym, but without the footholds. Or without as many. There were dents here and there that were deep enough for the tip of her foot. She had to pull harder than she thought she’d have to, promising herself she’d get back into working out regularly, and chuckling at the thought of her boyfriend setting up a tiny gym with little weights and pull up bars for her. She thought about him for a moment and smiled.


At the top of the wall, it sunk in how long of a trip she still had in front of her. She could see for what felt like half a mile. Though for right now she had to get across into the next room. She was glad to see a metal cross stud at the top of the wall. A small part of her worried it would be open and she’d risk falling inside the wall. She shivered again. This was not the time for harrowing thoughts. She lifted her hook and brought it to the other side of the wall. Though now looking around, she wondered if staying atop the wall might be easier than navigating the ceiling tiles and pipes. As long as I’m careful and watch out for gaps or jagged metal. Damn I’m doing it again.

She tapped her headset. “Honey?”

He responded quickly, like he’d been waiting all afternoon to hear her voice. The thought warmed her inside. “Hey babe, are you okay?”

“Yeah. I’m up in the ceiling on level 6 right now. I just wanted to hear your voice.” Keep it together girl, he doesn’t need to get worked up. She added “Everything’s fine.”

“Are you sure?” Damn he sounded concerned. “I’m here if you need me, okay?”

“Okay. I’ve got a ways to go here. This may take a while. I’ll let you know if I need anything.”

“Okay, if you’re sure. I’m ready if you need me. Be careful.”

“I will.” No I won’t, she thought yet again, but I’m not telling him that. I don’t need him running up here, or having a heart attack. Not yet, anyways.

She began walking along the top of the wall, the metal stud about the size of a sidewalk, as long as one didn’t step on an errant drywall screw. Those look like they could do some damage. After coming close to stepping on one, she vowed to walk carefully. She pulled out her flashlight, to supplement the wan trickle of light coming from the fluorescents in the ceiling grid, afraid she was going to miss one of those screws that looked like daggers under her feet, or some other sharp obstacle threatening to do that or worse.

At the end of the wall – she suspected intersecting with the hallway – she followed the turn and kept going, stepping gingerly over a cluster of daggers coming up through the beam. She stopped a couple times to sneeze, wishing for a moment that she had a dust mask, then snorting at herself for thinking she could have just stuffed one in her pocket. No, at my size I could use a dust mask as a hammock. Hey, that’s not a bad idea if I can get out of here. Correction, WHEN I get out of here. There is no if. Suddenly Yoda’s famous quote popped in her head, ‘Do or not do, there is no try,’ and she refocused her attention on the obstacles in her path, determined to get through this and determined to get the answers she so desperately needed.

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She’d been trudging along for what felt like an hour. From her mental estimates she suspected she had passed under that outer lab where she’d been stationed those three days, the one that was outside and secure from the main laboratory. She had to be close now. She looked around, shining her flashlight over the pipes she could see from her spot atop the wall, trying to identify vacuum, gas or oxygen lines that would represent lab benches above. The dust made it harder to see any markings on the pipes – and sometimes hard to keep from sneezing. She suspected she would need to get closer. So she pulled her climbing apparatus off the loop on her belt and clasped the hook on the edge of the wallboard. Here goes. She held tightly to the edge of the wall with her hands as she lowered her legs over the edge, and then let go with one hand to take hold of the rope. She took a moment to get herself situated, wrapping her legs and feet over the rope as well, before releasing her other hand to grasp the rope and beginning her ten foot climb down to the ceiling panels.

Feet firmly down on a flat surface again, she whipped the rope a few times with her wrist until the hook wiggled free. She almost missed it on its way down, but reached to catch it with the tips of her fingers, worried it would make a suspicious clang. She’d done pretty well so far not making noise. For once it was an advantage weighing less than a pound. She surveyed the surroundings from her new vantage point and began making her way towards the middle of the room, remembering to watch out for the gaps between the grid and the tiles and to duck under or climb over pipes and conduit the size of a sewer main that ran about waist height for her.

As she slid down off a cold water pipe and reached back to dust off her bottom for what seemed like the twentieth time, thankful for a snug-fitting outfit rather than a gown (I can’t even imagine being up here in a gown and bare feet!) she noticed a cluster of pipes running through a large hole about 20 feet above her. She pulled out the flashlight to examine them more closely. Yes, that’s got to be feeding a lab bench or some equipment in the lab. She shined the light on the hole, trying to gauge how much room there might be and if she could fit through. It would be snug but she was pretty sure she could make it. Hoping this would take her where she needed to go, she braced herself for the climb. She held tight to one pipe, wrapping her arms around it, while nestling up to an adjacent pipe for support, and began lifting herself up, inch by inch, taking is slow, using the insoles of her feet to help push her up. The pipe was almost a foot in diameter, to her perspective at least, so she was able to wrap her arms around it for support. Still, it was a long and painful drop if she slipped.

Once she made it up to the hole in the sheet metal above, she gripped the pipe tightly, leaning her back against an adjacent pipe for support, and pulled out her flashlight. She examined the hole, the metal sheets and then several inches of concrete. That path looked straightforward, aside from the cringe factor of climbing into a tight, dark and grimy space. She thought a little more and wondered what would be above that. She assumed she would be coming up either in the middle of a bench cabinet, if it were two-sided with the supplies in the middle like the ones she was used to in other labs throughout the building. However she wasn’t sure.

Okay, one way to find out. No turning back now. She secured her flashlight to her belt, leaving her in near darkness again, took a couple deep breaths to steady herself and then began inching her way into the hole, past the metal sheets and into the concrete hole. She moved gingerly, feeling her way around with one hand while grasping tightly with the other, until she felt a change in the concrete that suggested she was at the top. Once her head was above that mark, she switched arms around the pipe so that she could reach for her flashlight again. She held tightly to the flashlight, fearing if she lost it she would be screwed. She shined it up first, revealing a gap and then a wooden hole – hopefully the lab bench she was expecting. Then she turned it down and shined it around the enclosed area between the bench and the floor. She saw dust bunnies at first, and then a huge lump with fur. She yelped and almost dropped her flashlight, realizing it was a mouse. A mouse the size of a fucking sheepdog. Hopefully dead. The smell suggested it had been for a little while. Her stomach roiled and she gagged, struggling to try not to lose her lunch.


She broke her eyes away and tried to focus on the hole in the wood cabinet above her. She put her flashlight securely back on her belt and began inching up again, as quickly as she could, anxious to get away from the gruesome sight. She climbed through the hole and onto solid ground. She took a moment to catch her breath, and then pulled out the flashlight yet again, thinking to herself if she ever has to do this again, a light mounted on her head would be easier to deal with. Moving on, she began to survey her surroundings.

It was a little tight where she stood, the cabinet was mostly filled with glassware, a couple large carboys and some equipment. One carboy was shoved up to the pipes and she had to step out of the hole on the side of it, the smooth glass offering no handhold. As she worked her way around, the next one was up against it, the gap too tight for her to fit. The carboys were too heavy for her to nudge out of the way. They really jammed these in. So she hoisted her climbing hook, trying to catch the top of the carboy. She grimaced as her first toss missed and the hook clanked against the glass before almost hitting her in the head coming down. The top was covered in foil with a tape that changes color when sterilized. Well, too bad, she thought as the hook punctured the foil on her 2nd try, they’ll just have to deal with it. She tugged to make sure the string was taught and then gripped it tightly, wrapping her hand around it for extra support before trying to pull herself up. The smooth surface made it hard to climb, she had to pull herself up by her arms and struggled some, but slowly worked her way up to where she could stick one leg out where the carboys curved in near the top, taking a couple tries to get her leg in the right spot. As soon as she pushed off from there though, she jiggled one of the carboys, causing her foot to slip in between them and also causing a clanking noise. Her heart stopped for a second and she froze, fearing that was loud enough for someone to hear, if anyone was nearby. She couldn’t tell yet, but hoped not. If someone was working at this bench, they’d be looking in the cabinet any second.

After waiting as long as she dared, with her arms starting to quiver from the strain, she worked her way up to the top, holding on tightly to the lip of the carboy, tearing away more of the foil to get a better grip. Now given nobody came by to check on the noise, she hoped that meant nobody was close by. She worked her way around and began sliding down the string on the other side, until her feet hit the ground. She stepped over to the cabinet door and tried pushing it open. Shit, it wasn’t moving. She pulled out her flashlight again, hoping to find the culprit. Ah, there – near the top – so she was relieved it didn’t appear to be an outside latch, just a roller catch. But she’d need some kind of leverage to get it open.

She sat down with her back to one of the carboys and tried to push on the corner of the door with her feet. She grunted and kicked out with both legs as hard as she could. The door moved a bit but not enough to open all the way. She tried again, still no luck. In frustration, she pushed herself back up on her feet and started looking around for some inspiration. She suspected most of the small items would be in the drawers above, not down here in the cabinet. Then it dawned on her, she had tools too. She looked on her belt loops and found a tiny watch screwdriver. She tried wedging it between the door and frame and pulling, but she wasn’t having any luck. Then she looked around at the equipment and a piece of metal caught her eye. There was a waterbath in here. Could they have left a thermometer? It was a small one, the top was just above her head when she stood. She grabbed hold of the edge and lifted herself up onto it. Yes! There was a thermometer, glass, but also a metal bracket to hold it in place. The bracket was small enough she thought she could lift it. She made her way along the edge of the bath, crawling on all fours, until she could get her hands on the bracket. With some wiggling she unhooked it from the edge of the waterbath and tried to drop it down to the ground as gently as she could, grimacing again as it made a clank against the wooden surface when it hit.
Climbing back down herself, she walked over to the bracket and dragged it with her over to the edge of the cabinet door. Placing it in position she kicked it a few times with her feet to wedge it into the gap between the door and frame. Then she grabbed the end with both hands and heaved. Some movement but not enough again. She sat down and tried pushing on the door with her legs and pulling with her wedge at the same time. With a grunt and a strong pull, the door popped open – and swung several inches.

She held tightly to the bracket to keep it from falling and making even more noise, and then set it down behind her. Crawling up to the door on her knees, she strained her neck to take a peek out. The light was blinding for a moment after being in relative darkness. She’d lost track of time but it had to be at least an hour. Maybe two. She took a quick peek out, sticking her head out around the cabinet door. Not seeing anyone, she brought her legs over the edge of the cabinet and then thought to herself, ‘here goes’ as she dropped softly onto the tile floor. As soon as her feet hit the ground, she heard a noise, the sound of sneakers squeaking, and then someone’s voice.
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Re: Melanie's Story

Post by AB23 » Wed Jul 06, 2022 9:49 pm

Awww. Yeah this works best for her. It would be kinda weird to see her man outside wondering what's happening when she's the one having all the action

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Melanie's Story Part 16 - Captured!

Post by Rocket » Thu Jul 14, 2022 3:49 pm

As soon as Melanie’s feet hit the ground, she heard a noise, the sound of sneakers squeaking, and then someone’s voice. She ran as fast as her little legs would take her, in the opposite direction of the sound.

“What the hell?” came a booming male voice. “How did this come open?”

“What came open?” came another male voice, further away.

“The cabinet door is open.” Then a moment later. “Oh shit. Something got out.”

She heard footsteps in her direction and her heart leaped up into her throat. She was running and ducking under some equipment that she didn’t recognize, other than that she could fit under the legs. She feared this person saw her before she could make it inside.

“What got out? One of the test subjects? Why don’t you check the cages.”

“I could have sworn I saw something dart under here.” Now he was getting down on his hands and knees, peering under equipment.

“I’d check first and see if anything really got out. It could just be a rat.”

“That doesn’t explain the cabinet door.”

“Fine. Bob, you look around, I’ll check the cages.”

Melanie stood as still as a statue, afraid any movement or any noise would lead to her capture. She fought back a gasp as she heard them mention cages. What could they be keeping in cages? Her mind was racing as she thought back to her three days working in the lab outside this one, how miniscule those blood and tissue samples were. A lump formed in her throat. She fought back the urge to panic and tried to force herself to calm down. She was behind a giant wheel, hoping it was enough to hide her from view. She heard shifting and grunting and a few moments later, the clang of a broom handle hitting the floor and banging against the wheels, including the one she stood behind.

Soon after, she heard a second set of footsteps. “I checked the cages. Nothing has escaped. Like I said, it’s probably a rat.”

She heard a grumbling “Maybe. Still don’t explain the cabinet.”

“Well let’s get back to work. Just keep an eye out in case your rat shows up again. We’ve got new test material coming up today.”

An alarm bell went off in Melanie’s head. Was that the delivery Maria was trying to take, as an excuse to get onto Level 7? Shit. I hope she’s not walking into a trap. She waited until it looked like the two men – scientists? - had gone back to work, and then quietly stepped back and surveyed her new surroundings. Everything looked so different from this perspective than she remembered, though she’d only been in this section of the lab once, for a few moments, before the ‘accident’ happened. She was certain she’d blacked out back then, she still had no memories beyond the flash and the boom in her ears, unsure if she was out for minutes, hours, or even days.

Sensing that the scientists had moved to another part of the lab, only because she couldn’t hear them, she carefully turned on her headset.

“Hey honey? Are you there? Talk quietly.” She whispered, hoping he’d hear but scared one of the scientists would hear if she did more than whisper.

A second of static crackled in her ear, and then she heard his familiar voice. “Hey babe. I’ve been worried about you. Are you okay?”

“For the moment. I made it into the lab, but there are two men here and one of them might have seen me. The other thinks I was a rat.” She frowned at the comparison and how it sounded coming out of her mouth. “I am trying to stay out of their sight while I look around.”

“Shit. Babe, do you need me to come up there?”

“Not yet, but can you get a message to Maria? It’s pretty strange up here. I heard them talking about new test samples coming up. Maria found out there’s some supply delivery at the end of the shift and she was trying to finagle her way so she could make it, as an excuse to come up here. I worry she may be walking into a trap.”

“Okay. I’ll text her. But tell you what, why don’t you leave your headset on. That way I can hear if something happens. I’ll keep listening in.”

“Won’t that run down the battery?”

“Not that quickly. I’m thinking it should at least last 5 or 6 hours if you have it on.”

She was a little hesitant to leave it on that long, in-case she needed more time, but she said “Alright.” As she thought about it, with these two scientists milling about, she would feel a little safer knowing he could hear right away if there was trouble brewing.

Given he was listening in anyway, she started describing what she saw in whispers as she started to move out from her hiding spot. “There’s a big machine here on wheels, I’m not sure what it’s for. I’m walking in the direction opposite those voices, there may be computers back that way.”

As she crossed into the open space between the machine and the next lab bench, suddenly a shadow cast over her. She froze.

“Jim, get over here! This ain’t a rat!” The shadow drew closer and she took in a man in his 30’s wearing a neatly pressed labcoat, with spectacles. His hair was slicked back and he had a wicked grin as he said “Gotcha!” and shot down on his knees, grabbing for her. She ran as hard as she could, diving around the corner of the lab bench and looking for cover. Ow! She whacked her knee as she dove at full speed. She peeked around the edge of the cabinet. Oh shit, he’s still coming. She started running again, but her knee was throbbing and she limped her way under another piece of equipment.

“Babe, what’s going on?” she heard over her headphones. She couldn’t respond, she couldn’t think, she was afraid of being flattened – or worse. She was scared to death. She stood as still as a mouse, trying to hold it together. She didn’t see that someone was coming up behind her with a broom. The giant bristles whacked her from behind and sent her flailing into the aisle.

The last thing she remembered was someone saying “I got it!” before she blacked out.

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“Babe, what’s going on? Talk to me!” I was nearly shouting at Melanie over the app, the volume cranked up, trying to hear her. All I could hear was static. Or was that static? I heard voices. Male voices. Dammit to hell, she’s in trouble. I had to go in. I couldn’t wait. My head was swirling and I was starting to fear the worst.

I texted Maria first, I think Melanie’s in trouble. I’m going in.

She texted back, I’m heading up there now. It’s end of shift. Big cart. Something squawking under tarp?

I had no idea what the hell she was talking about, all I cared about was that at least Maria was on her way up. She may get there faster than me, but I had to try anyway. I was convinced something was wrong. Putting on my cap and glasses – and for good measure, an old surgical face mask I had left over from the last pandemic and still had stuffed in my glove box – I dug in my pocket for Melanie’s work keycard. I was about to find out if it still worked. I stuffed a couple other items in my pockets just in case and hid my laptop under the seat.

Looking back and forth along the street, I didn’t see anyone milling about, so I opened the car door and got out, trying to look nonchalant as I could in my getup. I knew I might look a little out of place, but it would be worse if they caught me on camera and I ended up with the feds on my doorstep the next day. All for mounting a rescue. I sighed. Okay, couple deep breaths, I shut the car door and strode towards the employee entrance on the side of the building, tamping down my desire to run. I’d seen several people leave half an hour ago, so my hope was that there weren’t many people around this late in the afternoon. I tried the keycard in the slot next to the door. First time, I got a red light. Shit, I should have suspected as much, they probably deactivated it. But then I heard a clank and the door opened from inside. Someone coming out. He saw me with the keycard in my hand and didn’t think twice about heading out and letting me catch the door before it shut. Thankful for the stroke of luck, I went on in and pulled the door shut behind me.

I took a look around in the vestibule, noting a couple of locker rooms, one to either side, and then a service door. I crept towards the service door and found a service elevator behind it. Remembering both Melanie and Maria telling me that the elevators didn’t stop on Level 7 without a special code or something, I figured I would try to get off as close to there as I could. If I could get on. But first … I needed to look a little less suspicious. So I darted into the men’s locker room and looked around to see if there was anything I could borrow. I found a hamper with some scrubs and lab coats inside and figured, what the hell. Fishing through the pile, I found a lab coat close to my size that wasn’t TOO wrinkled and stained. So I shook it out and tried to flatten the wrinkles as I threw it on and headed for that service elevator.

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When Melanie came to, she wished she hadn’t. Her knee was throbbing, her back was sore, her head was pounding, and what was that bright light in her eyes, she could hardly see a thing. She went to lift her arm to shield her eyes – and couldn’t move her arm. Shit! She wiggled it, she could feel her fingers, it wasn’t broken, it was just … shit! No!! She sucked in a breath at the realization that she was restrained. Both arms and both legs were held down by something. She squinted her eyes to try to see. Shit! Is that frigging scotch tape? I’m fucking taped to something? Then her face flushed with further embarrassment as she realized her top was open – and she couldn’t move her arms to cover herself up. A breeze blew across her chest, the unwanted stimulation in conflict with her pain and humiliation.

“Hey Jim, your subject is awake.” She felt his hot breath and spittle across her chest. He must be just inches away. How nice. “I forgot what a nice rack she has.” A pudgy, unwanted digit rubbed harshly across her chest, mashing her breasts. She felt sick. Now wouldn’t that be lovely if she threw up all over his ugly finger. Though laying flat, she’d probably just cover herself in it. Picturing that in her head, she fought back the urge to puke, but only barely. His fat finger slid roughly down her chest and over her stomach, pressing enough that she had to tense her stomach muscles against the pressure. Then his finger slid lower, pressing her between the legs through the bottom half of her cat suit. He leaned in and whispered. “Maybe I should just help myself. You’ve been a lot of trouble.”

The other one – Bob? - came over. They were both so close she could feel the body heat radiating from them, as if she was standing near a hot bowl of soup – a bowl big enough to swim in. He leaned closer, his big face partially shielding her from the harsh light for a moment, enough for her to take in his unkempt hair and his scowl.

“So how in the hell did you get in here?” He was speaking to her now. Should she say anything, or would that just make it worse? He brought his face so close that she could have punched him in the eye if only she could move her arm. “Answer me!” he shouted, foul breath wafting over her as spit flew on her face and other parts. For a moment her ears rang as if she’d been standing too close to a car backfiring.

“Uhh … “ Her throat was tight and raspy. How long had she been out, a few minutes, or longer? Apparently long enough for them to tape her down (to a table?) and to cut her top apart right down the middle. Dammit, she liked this outfit. And she most certainly did not like these two. But she swallowed her indignation, realizing they could really hurt her – or kill her – if they wanted to. The realization made her tremble and this time she couldn’t hold back, she puked, turning her head barely in time for it to land on her arm and side of her neck rather than her chest. She gagged, unable to clean herself off or rinse out her mouth.

This Bob character turned to his partner – Jim – and scowled. “Damn. I want to know how the hell she got here. They were supposed to keep watch over her. When was the last time you checked in on them?”

Now it was Jim’s turn to not have an answer. “Uh …”

“Screw it. We’re both going by there to pay them a visit. We were going to bring her back here anyway to continue the experiment. The ONLY reason Subject H2 was released to them was so there would NOT be more questions about her disappearance. CLEARLY they were not capable of keeping their end of the agreement.”

At that, there was some noise outside. Jim said “Why don’t I go check on that.” By the sound of his voice, he was looking for an excuse to slink away from Bob. She began to suspect that Bob was in charge of this operation.

Off in the distance she could hear someone arguing. Was that Maria? She heard scuffling and something slamming. Or was that a slap. It was all muffled. Then she heard “Bob, I need you out here.”

A couple minutes passed as she was alone, she still had that harsh spotlight in her face but she tried to take in as much of her surroundings as she could with squinted eyes. She was definitely held down with some kind of tape. It was a cold surface. It seemed like she was flat or close to flat on her back. Everything ached. She tried pulling up with one leg, the one that wasn’t throbbing, to see if she could work free of the tape. She nudged it a bit, but the tape made a loud snap as part of it pulled away from the surface, making her cringe and hoping the scientists were too far away to hear her. She pulled again and after another couple snaps, the end of the tape pulled away. Her arms were still bound though, she was aggravated with herself for not working on those first.

Before she could break an arm free though, she heard more scuffling and some grunts. The lab door swung open. It was hard to see but it sounded like more than two people. As they got closer she could make out voices.

“She knows too much.”

“How does she know anything? She’s never been up here. Do we have a leak?”

“Talk to me!”

What did you do to Melanie?” That was Maria’s voice. Maria was up here in the lab? Shit, what was she doing?

“Restrain her.” She heard more scuffling, kicking, slapping and then a few moments later, she heard a scream, a bang and flashing lights. She panicked, memories of the ‘accident’ flashing before her. Were they doing the same thing to Maria? Shit, shit, shit! She struggled to break one of her arms free, the adrenaline coursing through her giving her the strength to break the tape’s seal with a loud snap.

A moment later, she felt a finger pressing against her free arm, holding it flat against the cold surface. “You’re not going anywhere, sweetheart. It’s time we got some answers.”
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Melanie's Story Part 17 - The Cavalry

Post by Rocket » Thu Jul 28, 2022 12:46 am

Melanie’s heart sank into her chest. She was powerless against these hoodlums – yes she was calling them hoodlums now. Not scientists. What kind of scientist would rough up someone like that? Or torture someone? And had they done the same to Maria? This was her fault. She was so intent on getting answers. It had been digging at her for weeks, she couldn’t get it out of her head. Her insistence on coming here not only got her captured and injured – and who knew what they would do to her now – but it was her fault that she dragged Maria into this mess and now her life could be ruined. She fought back tears that were straining to come out. She couldn’t give in. Her boyfriend was still out there. He was so heroic standing up to her brother. But what about these two? Could he take on both of them? Or would they capture him too? She wished she could warn him not to come, or warn him what there was waiting for him, but she no longer had her headset – or the backpack. Or her tool belt for that matter. Just her cat suit, with the top cut open and her breasts exposed for these heathens to paw over. She tried not to feel hopeless.

Her attention was snapped back to the here and now quickly, as a fat finger held her arm down while more scotch tape was applied to hold it in place. Same with her legs. Tightly. She winced as the pressure jerked her knee, which felt like it was starting to swell up. She fought back a gasp at the new pain, determined not to give him the satisfaction. The spotlight was still on her, feeling like a hot sun on a beach, but this was no beach. A trickle of sweat ran down her chest. She could make out the outline of a huge face, just out of the path of the spotlight, but close enough that she could make out the snarl on his lips, broken only momentarily by a chuckle as he watched her wince in pain.

“So tell me, dolly, how did you get back in here? Did SHE help you?” He motioned off to the side, she couldn’t see anything over there but she knew exactly who he meant.

“Uhh … “ She didn’t want to make things worse for Maria (could they get any worse?) She’d come here for answers, not to give these hoodlums answers.

He pinched her swollen knee between his finger and thumb. She shrieked in pain. “I can do this all day. If I were you” he snickered “I’d cooperate.” and he paused for effect. “Cooperate and maybe we don’t just kill you right now.” He moved his finger and thumb from her swollen knee up to her neck. “It wouldn’t take much. A little flick and your neck snaps like a twig.” She almost lost it. Her eyes were filling up with tears. She could feel the sweat pooling at her back. He just chuckled again, like it was all a game. “It took some gall to come back here. And all you’ve done is give us another loose end to tie up. If you don’t cooperate we’ll get answers from your girlfriend here.” He turned back to look at his partner for a moment. “Or … maybe we’ll just make her suffer until you answer.”

At that the other guy walked over. He had something in his hand. Shit, that was Maria. Reduced to her size. Her body was draped over his palm, her arms falling over one side and her legs over the other. She wasn’t moving. Was she passed out?

Her tormentor snatched up Maria’s limp body and then had a look at her in his grubby hand. He pawed her over for a minute, in front of Melanie so that she could get the full effect. He mumbled “Nice tits.” He flipped her over and pinched her ass too. “Nice ass.” Then he looked back at Melanie. “Wouldn’t it be a shame if she never woke up again. Or if she woke up missing a limb or two. All because you wouldn’t cooperate.” For effect he pulled on one of her arms, then wrapped two fingers over it and one finger under. “Maybe I’ll just snap this arm in half right now.”

Melanie was scared to death. These people could kill her on a whim. They would torture her – they would probably enjoy torturing her – to get what they wanted. They could kill Maria just as easily. Why oh why couldn’t she just leave well enough alone? Now they both might not live to see tomorrow. Her heart was beating out of her chest. She felt dizzy. Her head was spinning. She heard snickering from her captor just before she passed out.

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I ran for the service elevator. All I could think about was hearing a man’s voice over Melanie’s headset. I pounded the 7 button on the panel and it just flashed an angry warning in my face, apparently I needed a special card for that floor. Dammit. I kicked the wall in frustration. Fine. I pressed 8. There’s got to be a way to get from 8 to 7. I checked my phone to see if there was any follow-up text from Maria. Nothing.

I tried texting Maria. UPDATE?? No response.

The elevator stopped at 8. As the doors opened, I peered out both ways before stepping off. This looked like a separate maintenance area, there were cleaning supplies and a work cart parked in the corner. I didn’t see anyone around. There was a large door out of the room, which I suspected would lead me to the main corridor. I put my ear to the door to listen. Not hearing anything, I slowly opened the door and peered around again. I double-checked my mask, glasses and cap. It was a little dim for me wearing sunglasses indoors, but I had no idea if there were cameras about. Whatever I could do to stay off these people’s radar.

Walking through the door and closing it silently behind me, I looked around for an exit sign. Ah, there, halfway down the hall. I took a few steps towards it. Now this floor looked like it was mostly offices around the sides and a sea of cubicles in the middle. I ducked low, as I couldn’t tell if someone was in any of those cubicles. I got to the exit sign. It was pointing down another short hallway. I guess that makes sense, I remembered the girls telling me that nobody uses the stairs because they go straight out to the sidewalk. Fine for escaping a fire, but useless if someone just doesn’t want to take the elevator. Okay, enough grumbling to myself.

I got to the stairwell, hopefully with no witnesses. I opened the door – wincing at the squeak of the hinges – yeah doesn’t sound like they use these too often. I caught the door so it would close quietly. Looking around, yes there was a Level 8 painted on the door. Like it was a parking garage or something. Whatever. I took a few steps down to a middle landing, then down some more. Now I stood in front of a door with “Level 7” painted on it. I tried the door. Locked, as I suspected. I pulled out my phone to use as a flashlight, and pulled my sunglasses down to see better. There was a plate over the latch. Crap. I thought through how to get it open without alerting the whole building. I’d love to use a crowbar. At least I had the foresight to include a little cat’s claw in the tools stuffed in my hoodie pocket. I pulled it out and tried working it around the latch, fishing it into the jamb. Assuming the latch was even with the handle – and about centered – I had to fish about 6 inches. Not much room to spare, the cat’s claw was only 8 inches long. I tried jimmying the tool into the gap. Almost there. This was hard on my knuckles. Ok, I felt it brush the latch. Now I just have to nudge it to the side and push back to center. I wiggled and nudged and once I thought I had it in the right place, I whacked the curved end with my palm a few times, grimacing at the sound, and then pulled out another tool to help me yank it back towards me. One big heave and I heard the latch click.

Carefully I pulled on the door a couple inches and worked my fingers between the plate and the jamb, before it could close on me. I pocketed my tools and then opened the door further. Sticking my head out just a bit, I exhaled the breath I didn’t know I was holding, when I couldn’t see anybody around. It looked like a lobby with a desk where a guard would sit, with display monitors around, but nobody was there. Either it was after hours or maybe I got lucky and the guard was in the bathroom or taking a smoking break or something. I could see the elevators on the other side. Worried the guard could return any minute, I went in the other direction as quickly as I could, trying the handle on the lab door. This must be the lab Melanie said she worked in for 3 days. It was locked. I took a quick glance at the guard desk and saw a buzzer. Hoping it wasn’t very loud, I jogged over to buzz it, and then ran back to the door to grab it before it relocked, grimacing again at the sound and hoping the guard wouldn’t come running any second.

I pulled the door shut behind me and looked around. It was semi-dark, just a few of the ceiling lights lit, most of them off. I hoped that would help hide me, as there were some windows between here and the inside lab. In there I could see some lights. I crept closer, keeping my head low. I saw a tall beaker stand sitting on the floor and decided that might make a good weapon if I needed one. Though I was hoping I wouldn’t, my gut told me something was up. And where was Maria, dammit? I checked my phone once more, still no reply.

Creeping as close to the glass as I could and keeping my head low, I listened for any words or movement. I could make out bits and pieces, but there was definitely more than one person in there.

“… passed out.”

“Why do we even need … “

“… just get rid of them both …”


Shit. Both? Is Maria in there too? Dammit. I took a few deep breaths and tried to calm myself. I crept to the door and put my hand on the latch. I took my phone and put it into camera mode, checking to make sure there was no flash, and inched the top of the camera up until it was facing the edge of the glass in the door. I watched the display and tilted it back and forth slowly to try to see where people were and how many. I could count two people further back in the lab, but didn’t know if that was everyone. Then in the distance I heard the elevator chime. Crap, that may be the guard coming back. It’s now or never.

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