THE LAMP
By;
Greinskyn
(Be careful what you wish for)
Terry couldn’t believe Amy had brushed him off yet again. The sexy blond had continued on by without so much as a glance in his direction. He turned and watched her sexy form retreating down the hall. Without realizing it he held his breath in unconscious anticipation that she’d take a sudden interest in him. Unfortunately all he was greeted with was the young intern’s sexy swaying ass…which wasn’t so bad after all.
“Damn she’s fine.” He whispered under his breath.
Terry shook his head in an attempt to refocus his thoughts on the work at hand. It wasn’t very successful. Visions of Amy danced through his head all the way back to his office. Work proved futile…thoughts of Amy permeated everything; her laugh, her smile…even the way she played with her hair. With a sigh of resignation Terry shut down his computer and went to the restroom. In his distraction, he knocked off the baseball and glove from his college days. Normally leaving them on the floor wouldn’t have been an option, but, he was too depressed to bother with it now. In moments he was in his private Jon; one of the perks of his position. This allowed him an opportunity to check out his image, among other things, without the hassle of disruption.
The chiseled features of his reflection stared back at him. At 32 years, he was the youngest executive at TransCorp. Terry knew he was good looking; it had been that way all his life, going from cute kid, to handsome jock, to a distinguished young exec. The advantages his looks gave him didn’t go unnoticed…or unexploited. His gaze lowered to take in the expensive suit he wore. It was cut well to allow movement, yet close enough to show the muscle definition that lay beneath. An irresistible package, well almost…
“Why the hell doesn’t she bite?” He asked the man in the mirror.
Unfortunately his mirrored twin was just as clueless. Terry had briefly taken the notion that Amy was a Lesbian. While it would have eased his pride, it wouldn’t have relieved his desire for her. Fortunately, he now knew her to be straight. Just the other day, on the way to a meeting, he’d spotted Amy and Matthew Jenkins in a loving embrace. The familiarity was too much to be casual.
Out of desperation, Terry started to copy Jenkins, hoping to find the trait that attracted her to him. Clothes, hairstyle, car…hey it was worth a shot. Still nothing, nada, zip. Soon he began following them to lunch, watching what they ordered. Terry desperately wanted to get closer and listen to their conversations, but, was too afraid of getting discovered.
Once, by sheer luck, he’d run across the couple on the town. Feeling like a seedy private eye he’d shadowed them. Jenkins was sickenly straight laced. Not once did he try anything! And the places they went! Miniature golf, what kind of date was that? The fool didn’t even walk her up to her door…
‘I just don’t get it’ he thought, ‘I can have any woman in this office…married or not, except her!’ Again the man in the mirror had no answers. Terry gave another sigh, straightened his tie and left. He didn’t even slow down at his desk, there was no way he could concentrate. ‘I need some air’ he realized, ‘perhaps a brisk walk will clear my head.’ After informing Marge that he was going out for an extended lunch Terry left the building.
It had been years since he’d walked around the business district. Being an ambitious young man on the rise didn’t allow for such activities. There was much more life and bustle here than he’d been able to detect from behind the wheel of his Lexus or the company’s limo. The sidewalk, overloaded with the lunchtime rush, wasn’t the environment he needed right now.
Terry was tying so hard to put Amy out of his mind he almost didn’t see a rapidly approaching woman with an overloaded tray trip. Her momentum sent the entire contents flying his way. In a split second he sidestepped the hurtling mass of food that surely would have drenched his Italian suit. As it was, a small dab of sauce landed on his breast pocket.
While on the outside he assured the frantically apologizing woman that everything was OK, on the inside he was cursing a blue streak. ‘Dammit! I have a presentation today. Of all the days to run into this klutz, it had to be today!’ Despite his assurances, the woman saw the fire in his eyes and quickly moved on. Terry was left standing in the empty alley.
In a way the accident seemed beneficial. While the street was crowded and swarming, the alley was devoid of people save him. Terry took in his surroundings more carefully. It wasn’t the type of dark spooky alley one would find in a horror movie; it was an upscale area after all. The way was wide and well lit, enticing him further along.
Soon the noises and commotion began to fade. Terry strode casually onward reveling in the peace and quiet. The farther he strode from the major businesses, the closer, darker, and dirtier it became. Unaware of the changes, Terry continued on. He wasn’t sure exactly how far he’d gone before the first sense of unease began to settle in. Perhaps it was the smell of decay or the imposing shadows that slowly enveloped him. Regardless, when his toe caught an unseen object, sending him to the ground, the reality of his situation finally hit home.
‘”What the hell…?” He cursed, massaging his sore knee.
The alleyway he found himself in bore no resemblance to the bright open area off of main. ‘I’d better get back’ he thought. Terry was halfway upright when his gaze fell on the object he’d quite literally stumbled upon. An ornate jewel studded lamp stared back at him. Until that point he’d guessed the metallic clang had come from a can.
Terry froze in that same hunched pose as his mind tried to piece together the sight before him. ‘What in the hell is that doing here?’ he wondered.
The lamp shone with an eerie light that seemed to defy the darkness that surrounded it. Almost unconsciously he reached out to pick it up. The lamp was far heavier than its size would imply. ‘Could it be gold?’ his pulse quickened at the suggestion. A speculative shake provided no movement…the weight appeared to be from the lamp alone. Further inspection of the surface rewarded Terry with the knowledge that the stones were real; diamonds, emeralds, rubies, and some obsidian looking gems that he’d never seen before.
Despite the surroundings it had been in, there was no damage to the exquisite object…except for a slight smudge that obscured a strange symbol. Without hesitation, Terry yanked his $150.00 Halston shirt out to rub the smear from his prize. While doing so he realized he was rubbing a lamp as in countless tales told through time. A smile appeared on his lips as he imagined smoke beginning to spew forth from the spout. Hell, he could almost see…Wait a minute! ‘I DO SEE SMOKE COMING OUT!’
The lamp fell from numb fingers as he stumbled back away from it and the haze of purple smoke. His mind reeled at the site, refusing to accept it. The billowing smoke rose and spread, then began to swirl and coalesce until it formed a vaguely human shape…followed by a distinctly human shape…and finally…a human.
Terry’s knees went out from under him, plunging his limp body to the ground. He could only stare up at the figure standing before him. The man looked just like Charlton Hesston, only with a goatee…and his hair was black…and he was more muscular…and ok, so he didn’t look like Charlton Hesston…
Staring up at the man, Terry watched him stretch, breathe deeply, and look around. The look of relief that covered his face turned to amusement as he finally beheld Terry down on the dirty pavement.
“Well, hello there!” He greeted Terry in a gentle kindly voice.
Not receiving a response he knelt down on one knee. A look of concern spread over his face. “Are you OK there son? You didn’t hurt yourself in that little tumble did you?”
The stranger reached out and touched Terry’s frozen body on the forehead. Relief once again spread across his visage. “Of course you’re alright. I just gave you a bit of a start.” Lamp man rolled back into a hunker and smiled. “I’ve been stuck in there so long I couldn’t help but burst out. Sorry about that, my friend.” He reached his hand out in a manner suggesting a handshake. “My name’s Alish’Aladiv’fajid…you can call me AL for short.’
Nothing about this man, or whatever he was, seemed sinister. Slowly Terry reached out and took the proffered hand. After an aggressive shake, Al yanked him to his unsteady feet.
“Thanks buddy! I can’t tell ya how long I’ve been stuck in there. Thanks to you I’ve got 28 days of freedom before I have to go back….”
Al, the Genie, yes a Genie, rambled on and on about his plight. Apparently eons ago he had been quite human; a greedy human at that. His greed eventually offended a powerful sorcerer who cursed him to be bound in the lamp for all eternity. The only respite would be freedom for a turn of the moon only after he selflessly granted a wish to the one who freed him. Thus Alish’Aladiv’fajid was bound to a life of servitude and humility.
Gradually Terry began to accept what was happening; either that or he was hopelessly insane. Choosing to believe Al over insanity, he began to ponder the possibilities this development offered. Al could offer quite a lot. Apparently the rules were somewhat standard. He could not make someone love Terry, nor could he grant Terry Godlike powers. Al couldn’t kill someone either. As long as Terry was left with a reality within acceptable norms everything was hunky-dory.
“So you can’t make someone love me huh?” Terry asked with surprising casualness.
The Genie looked thoughtful. Again he reached out and touched Terry’s forehead. “Ahhh…I see your desire.” He smiled openly at the realization. “I can’t make her love you, but, I can make you into someone she can’t resist.”
Terry’s hopes rose even further. He could finally attract his love! Suddenly his brow furrowed as a thought came to him. “What do you mean make me into someone…do you mean someone else?”
A wave of uncertainty passed over the Genie’s face. “Well, I can’t say exactly what changes would occur as I cannot read her mind.” He met Terry’s eyes. “Do you know what she prefers in a mate?”
Terry thought over Al’s question. Matthew Jenkins was a good looking fellow; tall, strong, reasonably well dressed. He considered further. With all the surveillance done lately, he couldn’t recall anything really objectionable about the man. The worst thing he could think of was the goody-goody attitude Jenkins exhibited on their dates…still, if he could be with her, a little Boy Scout behavior would be tolerable.
“I’ll still be me right? I won’t turn into Jenkins or something will I?” Terry asked.
Al looked down reassuringly at the man who had freed him. “Don’t worry, you’ll still know who you are, and everyone will recognize you.” A pause. “Reality has its rules, however, so there will be some changes. For instance, If she likes shorter men, you might become short. If she prefers bald men you will become bald and so on… Whatever it is, people will remember it as having always been so.’
Terry warily snaked his hand through his short sandy hair, reassured by its presence. Fortunately Jenkins was neither of those. Any changes should be minimal…
“I’ll do it!” He blurted.
Rather than be surprised by the outburst, the Genie appeared to expect it. “Sounds great…I like it when people know what they want. I only have the 28 days of freedom after all. There’ve been some individuals in the past that have taken the whole time to decide; leaving me bound to their side.” Al took a deep breath and became serious. “Of course rules are rules. You have to phrase the wish as a wish. Remember, wording is important.”
Terry considered the wish. ‘Al already has a good idea of what I want so this is just a formality’ he figured. “I wish I was Amy’s ideal lover.”
Al smiled and nodded. “As you wish, so shall it be.”
In a blink he was gone, leaving Terry alone in the alley. ‘That’s it?’ He wondered. ‘That’s all?’ His hands began running up and down his body, probing for anything different. Everything seemed to be the same, but, he needed to see for sure. Terry began heading back the way he came, eager to look in a mirror.
The crowd on the sidewalk was a distinct change from the quiet alley. Mark found it even more congested than before. Frustrated by the delay he pushed back the navy blue sleeve of his jacket and checked the time; 12:43pm. It was several seconds before Terry realized he had been wearing a black suit this morning. Examining the garment showed it to be of a cheaper fabric as well as a different colored one. Other things began to sink in. The watch wasn’t a Rolex anymore either, but, a smaller Chase-Deuer. ‘Chase-Deuer? Who the hell are they?’ As he stood there, he noticed something different about his wrist as well, but, before he could put a finger on it…WHAM!
An impact from behind sent Terry sprawling forward. Only the fact that he collided into the back of the person in front kept him from falling flat on his face. Terry’s blood began to boil. “Who the hell pushed me?’ He spun around to confront the jerk…and found himself staring at the man’s neck.
Terry wasn’t used to such a view. At 6’2”, he was usually the one looking down. The shock of meeting such a behemoth caused him to freeze.
“Outta my way shrimp!” The leering man spoke.
The man’s rude comment was accompanied by an equally rude shove. Terry felt himself cast effortlessly aside as the man strode past. ‘What an asshole!’ Terry thought. Fortunately he was wise enough to keep the exclamation internal. There was no doubt in his mind what the outcome would have been had he retaliated…another anomaly that was hard to digest.
Terry stood there gathering the tattered remnants of his pride. After he again felt composed, not to mention making sure there was ample distance between him and the brute, Terry again continued on.
The crowd was so packed that he gave up the hope of pushing his way past. Fortunately he had a pleasing view. A tall woman strode along in front of him. ‘Wow, she must be pushing six feet!’ He thought, amazed by the sight. He was even further stunned as he checked out her form and realized she wasn’t wearing heels. “I bet she gets tired of people asking her if she plays basketball.’
Terry spent a considerable time checking out her ass as the crowd creeped forward. He found himself imagining what she was wearing underneath the tight skirt. In the middle of one of his fantasies, all forward movement ended. Terry was too involved to stop in time and plowed right into her.
The woman spun around with much the same expression as he initially had when he was hit from behind by the brute. Her expression didn’t switch to shock, however, but to one of confusion…then mirth.
“Sorry, I thought it was some perv getting a free feel,” she replied barely repressing a giggle. “Nice suit!” She added sarcastically...this time not bothering to stifle her amusement.
Terry found himself looking up into her face. ‘UP?’ His mind struggled to grasp how huge she’d become since he’d last looked above her ass. The Genie’s comments came to mind; “If she likes shorter men, you might become short.” As he digested this disastrous turn of events, movement started again. The woman dismissed the little incident and went on her way. Terry remained rooted watching the suddenly tall crowd as it passed him by. “Oh my Gawd, what have I done?” he cried out…instantly wishing he hadn’t. The rich baritone voice once used to project authority had been replaced with a high pitched, almost feminine sounding whine.
His newly diminished stature didn’t command the respect of his former one either. People shoved and jostled him roughly to get by. Terry felt panic begin to build rapidly. ‘I gotta get out of here!’ he thought wildly. Despite his reduced size he forced his way forward; squirming around and between people in his way. Then he was free…
Terry leaned against the glass walls just inside TransCorp’s entryway. His small chest was heaving rapidly. The high pitched sounds of his panting drew the stares and comments of passerby. A barely heard fragment “…little faggot…” drew a flush to his cheeks. ‘Get a grip, Terry’ he chastised himself. With effort he tried to slow his breathing. Gradually his breathing slowed. Just as he thought it was under control, a bead of sweat trickled down his forehead. Terry moved to wipe the offending drop. When he caught sight of the baby blue sleeve his eyes shot wide.
“Nice suit” the woman had said. Now he knew why she was laughing. ‘I must look ridiculous!’ he realized. A sudden urge to hide gripped Terry. He needed the sanctuary of his office to sort things through. Breaking away from the wall, Terry made a beeline for the elevators. ‘Please, oh please let them be empty!’ He prayed.
They weren’t.
Terry looked up at the tall people crowding the elevator. He felt like a dwarf…or worse, a little kid. His new companion fear took hold again, freezing him to the spot. Moments passed. Terry prayed for the doors to close…he’d brave the fourteen flights of stairs to his office before he dared enter there. The doors finally began to close. Terry felt relief wash over him. Despite all that was happening, he spotted looks of relief from some of the men in the elevator too. The doors were almost shut and Terry started to turn to the stairwell when their progress halted, then reversed.
Sensing the change, He looked to see a hand was placed in the slit between the doors. The doors opened wide…his heart sank. A kind faced woman motioned him inside, and feeling like a child, he complied.
The ride up was agonizingly long, stopping at every floor. People entered and people left…all taller than him. Even Jenny Price was a good inch taller! ‘Man, she’s only 5’2”! That makes me barely 5’!’ The realization made him faint. Having to stare at old Mr. Pederson’s pocket protector (eye level) the last three floors didn’t make him feel any better.
Finally floor fourteen arrived. Terry shot out as soon as the doors opened wide enough for him to squeak through. There was a squeal and a rustling of papers from a woman startled by his unexpected appearance. Terry didn’t even turn back. All he could think about was the safety of his office.
Fortunately Marge wasn’t at her desk. He wasn’t sure if he could face her at this moment. Terry hit the oak door at full force. Despite his fear induced effort, the door seemed amazingly heavy. His emaciated arms strained to close it again. No wonder Marge hated that door. Terry went weak in the knees as soon as it latched, and slowly slid to the floor.
Tears filled his eyes as he cried. He, Terry Johnson, Jock…executive…who hadn’t shed a tear since he was nine…sat there crying. The sheer weight of all that had transpired was simply too much to hold in. Sense of time disappeared. Did he cry five minutes? Ten minutes? An hour? He didn’t know…and faced with everything else, he didn’t care.
Gradually the tears tapered off. Terry found himself leaning against the door…drained. While sitting there, his hand brushed against the ball he’d knocked over earlier. It felt huge, even given his diminished size. Bringing it up to his face, Terry saw that it was no longer a baseball, but, a softball. Another change had taken place.
As he rotated the ball in front of his eyes, he saw his hand. His fingers were slim and delicate. The smooth skin was flawless and hairless. If he didn’t know better, he’d say it was a girl’s ha… “OH FUCK NO!” The sudden vulgarity sounded out of place coming from such a sweet innocent sounding voice. Terry dropped the ball and clutched his smooth throat. “This can’t be!” Again the heavenly female voice rang out.
Teri leapt to her feet, nearly stumbling on her heels. The three inch spikes were hard to run in, causing her to take tiny steps. Several attempts were needed to switch on the lights as Teri was used to reaching lower for the toggle. Finally she managed the switch and was blinded by the bright fluorescents.
When her vision cleared Teri got a good look at what Terry’s wish had wrought. Her hair, no longer short and black, was a chestnut brown and about shoulder level. The shocked face was thin and beautiful, with blue eyes open wide. Teri looked lower, taking in the small bosom. Her hands drifted there, as if on their own. The sensation she felt was unlike any Terry had felt before. Teri noted that although small, they were in perfect proportion to the rest of her body. The Baby Blue Suit that looked so out of place on Terry now looked more at home.
Teri realized the taking stock was done analytically, as if it was someone else. Actually admitting this was now her body needed time to sink in. After all this doesn’t just happen…it couldn’t happen…
Teri was starting to slip into denial when an insistent knock rang out on the door.
‘Teri, are you alright in there?” Marge’s worried voice penetrated into the restroom. “I know you hate to be bothered, but, you have that presentation…”
“I’m alright Marge…” Teri responded, before halting suddenly at the sound of her female voice.
“Thank Heavens! I was worried about you girl.” Marge sounded relieved.
‘Omigod! This is really happening! People really do accept me as a woman!’ The thoughts raced through Teri’s mind. She didn’t know whether to be scared, relieved, sick, or what!
“Are you decent?” Marge again interjected Teri’s thoughts. “Can I come in?”
Teri briefly considered Marge’s comment. Apparently the woman was comfortable with the situation. ‘Why not?’
“Sure, come on in Marge. It’s just me in here.” Teri answered, realizing how different things would’ve been before the change.
Marge entered the restroom like it was an everyday occurrence. As soon as she saw the tiny woman her eyes went wide.
“My heavens Teri, you look like you’ve seen a ghost!’ She hurried over and put a hand on her slight shoulder. “Is it the presentation? Are you sick? You’re not pregnant are you?” Marge got a funny look on her face. “Oh yes, I forgot. You wouldn’t be pregnant.”
The questions poured out faster than Teri could respond to them. She was grateful for that as the helpful secretary gave her a believable answer. ‘Act like you’re nervous about the presentation…that’ll work.’ She thought, missing the pregnancy quip.
“You’re right on as usual Marge,” Teri answered. “About the presentation, I mean.”
The older woman nodded in understanding. “Don’t worry; everyone is nervous the first time they give the…”
Marge continued on, but, Teri hardly heard her. ‘The first time? I’ve been doing this for years! No, the old me had been doing this for years…apparently I haven’t.’ The realization brought Teri’s attention back to the mirror. The woman staring back at her was definitely younger than the 32 year old Terry had been. If asked, she’d have guessed 23 or 24 at the most. ‘Amy must like ‘em young’ she thought.
‘HEY! Wait a minute!’ her mind screamed. ‘If I’m supposed to be Amy’s IDEAL LOVER, what the hell am I doing in the body of a young woman? Jenkins isn’t a woman, nor is he short…or young! I’m like the opposite of her boyfriend. What’s up with that?’ Teri wondered if there was a warranty on the wish. ‘Why didn’t I ask Al about taking the wish back if I didn’t like it?’
A gentle, yet insistent shaking of her shoulder brought Teri back to the present. Marge was the one doing the shaking, and was looking rather concerned again.
“Are you sure you’re all right? Do you want me to call Mr. Tompkins and say you’re not feeling well?” Her voice conveyed her concern, yet radiated security.
“Yes, yes, I’m OK, just…um going through the presentation in my head.” Teri tried to keep her voice calm.
Again the secretary bought it. “All right then, let me have a look at you.”
Teri obeyed and faced her directly. Marge looked her up and down, her brow furrowed in concentration. When her gaze dipped below Teri’s waist her brow furrowed even deeper.
“Isn’t that skirt a little short?” She clucked her tongue in disapproval. “You don’t want to give the wrong impression you know.”
‘Skirt, what skirt? I was wearing slacks just moments before!’ She thought exasperatedly. Teri didn’t even have to look for confirmation; the cool air on her now bare legs was confirmation enough. ‘When is this going to end?’
“Good heavens, what is that on your jacket?” Marge pointed to the area in question.
Teri followed her gaze, noting with no small amount of surprise that the sauce stain was still there. Where once it had been on his left breast pocket, it was now on her left breast. The fact that that one thing remained the same made her giggle.
“This is no laughing matter Miss Johnson. Those pigheaded old men are just searching for a way to keep women out of UM.” Marge’s face eased slightly. “I don’t mean to overstep my bounds; it’s just that I don’t want to see such a hard working, intelligent woman be passed over because of something so trivial. Here now, take that off and I’ll see what I can do.”
Marge set to work trying to remove the stain. Teri had to admit to have taken the resourceful woman for granted for years…strange that she realized it only now…
Teri’s concentration was broken by the insistent beeping of her watch. Again there was a change. Teri’s wrist now sported a small Bulova watch…probably one of their cheapest by the looks of it. The time was now 2:20 pm; 10 minutes before the presentation.
“I guess I’ll have to go like this.” Teri said throwing her hands up. As she did so, she caught her reflection in the mirror. The first thing that drew attention was her hair. It had lightened in the short time since she last looked. The now longer locks were a dirty blond rather than chestnut, and were highlighted. The look was distinctly less professional. Unable to avert many years of habit, Teri’s eyes drifted to her breasts. The small globes had grown at least a cup size. They now pressed tightly against the fabric of her blouse…furthering the lack of professionalism (at least for an office professional .
There was no time to change now. Teri took a deep breath trying to focus on the task at hand. Only the fact that the presentation would provide a sense of normality to her altered life allowed Teri to even consider going through with it.
With her head filling with thoughts of the presentation, Teri left the bathroom and went to her desk. She looked in the upper corner drawer for the layouts, but, was unable to find them.
“Hey Marge, Do you know where the layouts are?” she shouted.
Marge came in looking sternly at her. “Keep your voice down missy; this is a place of business, not a mall!”
‘Missy…what was she talking about?’ Teri thought, bewildered by the woman’s sudden change in behavior. “Um…those layouts, I need them for the presentation.”
Marge’s stern face didn’t fade, in fact, it deepened. “Mr. Crawford has the layouts. He’s in the board room now…where you should be.” Marge gave an exasperated sigh. “I swear, you’re the most ditzy intern TransCorp has ever hired! I don’t know why he even puts up with you!” Actually, considering the way the little blond tart was dressed, Marge had a very good idea why Mr. Crawford kept her around…even if the rumors were true.
Teri knew it had happened again. Now she was just an intern, not even a real employee anymore. ‘Where am I going to end up?’
Marge cleared her throat loudly. “If you want to stay at TransCorp, I suggest you get down to the boardroom now. You do remember where it is don’t you?” She added sarcastically.
Teri couldn’t meet the woman’s glare. She felt so small at the moment…and to be shown such contempt from someone she respected, hurt deeply. Teri fought back the tears and tried to walk out with as much dignity as her tight skirt and high heels would allow.
Teri was surprised at the ease at which she navigated in the strange footwear. She didn’t stumble once. It was as if she’d been wearing the things for years. Teri was so distracted by the shoes she didn’t see the elevator doors begin to close, until it was too late. She started to make a dash for it, but, knew she wouldn’t make it. Her shoulders sagged again as she realized a wait would be in order…given the traffic today, a significant wait.
For the second time that day a hand was placed in between the doors to stop their closing. This time when the doors snapped open it was a tall, broadly smiling man who was the cause. Teri flushed and stepped inside. Though the small space was crowded, the beaming men graciously made room for her. It was a distinct change from the earlier ride. All around her the men smiled down. Teri was no fool, the looks weren’t purely good natured; a significant predatory aura surrounded each one. Whenever she would turn suddenly she would catch the delayed action of their eyes snapping up from her cleavage.
Teri risked a look down. ‘No wonder they were staring!” She realized that her breasts had grown yet again. The now D cup mounds were barely stuffed in a much abbreviated top. The top itself, no longer met her skirt. Teri nervously rested one of her hands on the exposed navel. She felt so nervous that she began to snap her gum…rather loudly. Teri was in the middle of a rather impressive bubble when the reality of what she was doing set in.
“Oh Fuck me!” she cursed as the pink sphere collapsed into a gooey mess.
The elevator stopped at the eighth floor with a ding. The doors opened, but nobody stepped out. Teri stood there impatiently waiting for the damned thing to move on. An unexpected hand on her shoulder startled the 18 year old, causing her to spin around. She was met with the leering face of one of the executives.
“Excuse me, but, I believe you pressed this floor.” He said, his eyes darting between her face and boobs.
Teri tried to remember why she would possibly want to stop here. ‘Oh yeah, the BORED Room!’ she vaguely remembered the ring of somber looking old farts.
“Thanks loads, really” she said, not really meaning it. She stepped forward then turned and gave the men a better view of her chest. “This is what you wanted to see right? Next time take a picture!”
At that she took the gum out of her mouth and stuck it to the electric eye of the elevator…thus freezing the door open. ‘I’d like to see one of those stiff old fucks reach out to remove it!’ Teri laughed at the image that flooded her mind as she walked over to the room. It took several wrong turns…and a few distracted adventures before the absent minded young woman found the place she was supposed to be.
A fat security guard stopped her from entering the room. “Whoa there little lady, where do you think you’re going?”
Teri looked confused for a second, before remembering why she was even there. “I gotta…um…talk to these stiffs about…um, some stuff.
The guard looked down at Teri’s chest…at her visitor’s ID. He didn’t know how she got this far into the building without an escort, or who the fool was who put the ID upside down, but, he wasn’t going to let this little slut cost him a job. He took hold of her arm and began to lead her away.
“Hey!” Teri shouted. “I said I gotta be in there!”
She began to struggle with a ferocity that surprised the man. He was forced to grip her harder. The girl wasn’t that strong, but, she didn’t fight fair. Soon she was kicking and biting, trying to get away. She even managed to scratch his face with her battered Timex.
All of a sudden the angelic voice of Amy rang out. “Teri, Teri! Calm down girl!”
At the sound of her voice Teri stopped her struggle. All she could do was look up at the woman who inspired the chaotic wish. The guard though, maintained his iron-like grip.
Amy put a hand gently on the guard’s meaty arm. “It’s all right Mike. I know her…she won’t cause any more trouble.”
Mike looked uncertain at first, but, melted under the beautiful woman’s gaze. “O..OK Amy, I’ll let her go, but, if she acts up again I’m going to have to kick her out.”
Amy looked away from Mike and fixed her gaze on Teri. “You won’t cause any more problems will you Teri?” Amy knew the trouble was over. ‘Teri may be a wild dumb bitch, but she’s MY wild dumb bitch…and she does what I want.’ Amy couldn’t help, but, grin at the thought.
Teri shrank under her love’s gaze. For some reason she felt compelled to do what Amy told her too. Unable to speak, she nodded her agreement.
Amy apologized to the horrified board members, all the while praying she wasn’t going to get canned. She then led her lover to the women’s room for some privacy. Once inside the tiny room, Teri launched herself at the taller woman. Amy returned the kiss, but, pinned the smaller girl’s arms. After a long, sensuous, explorative kiss, she broke away.
“Hey…Earth to Teri…We can’t do this right now,” her voice froze the adoring Teri. “I have to go watch that presentation. Since you lost your job at Music World, I’m the only one bringing in any money OK?
Teri pouted, but, complied. Amy looked down at her, feeling her pulse rise. ‘Teri has everything I’ve ever wanted in a woman.’ She risked a look at Teri’s perfect D cup breasts noting the struggle with Mike had exposed one of her nipples. Amy yanked the taut fabric up, barely covering the stiff appendage. She forced her attention to the Rose Tattoo on Teri’s right boob before her will caved and she took her right there. ‘Oh what this woman does to me!’
Amy reached into her purse for a brush and straightened Teri’s platinum hair until it looked somewhat presentable. She then pulled out her cell phone and called her brother Matthew to see if he could take Teri home before she was arrested…
Matt agreed and was down shortly to pick up Teri. “No problems sis, Matthew Jenkins…superhero…and chaperone of wild Lesbians, at your service!”
Amy laughed at her older brother’s antics. He always could get her to smile. She realized she owed him a lot. If it wasn’t for Matthew’s insistence she wouldn’t have made it through college, let alone apply at TransCorp. Their regular lunches helped ease the tension her job caused…yes, she was lucky indeed.
Teri reluctantly followed Matthew out of TransCorp. As they went, she realized there was some important detail she was missing, but, couldn’t concentrate on it. Being the free spirit Amy loved so much, she quickly forgot whatever was bothering her and took out another stick of gum…there was the main elevator after all…
Amy went back to the board room. She worried a bit for her job, but, figured Mr. Crawford would let it slide. All she had to do was ‘Accidentally’ show a little flesh from time to time and she was home free…besides, she could do his work even better the he could, as long as he got the credit he’d keep her around.
Throughout the presentation Amy was plagued by thoughts of Teri. She realized just how thin her lover had become. At first it had turned her on and for months now she had thought that was what she truly wanted. Now she wasn’t sure. Seeing a plump woman at lunch today started her to wonder just what it would be like having sex with a beautiful, soft Teri. The more she thought about it the more she became obsessed with the idea…
Across town Teri and Matthew were driving home. Suddenly Teri’s stomach let out a growl. She put her hand down over her soft pooching belly realizing how hungry she was. Having a large appetite went hand in hand with her devil may care attitude… thankfully Amy seemed to be turned on by her girth. Teri asked Matthew to stop at the BurgerBarn. She needed a Mega Meal! Visions of Amy playing with her ample tummy danced through her head as she munched merrily on the greasy burgers…