Intimate Knowledge (for Mercy)

niellwyn · Tue Sep 30, 2008 2:24 pm

In the cool, static free confines of a laboratory, a disembodied head hovered above a crystalline desk panel. It was not a human head, as evidenced by the four grey spots which served for eyes and the absence of nose or mouth, among other things. Nor was the head actually there, in a physical sense, being nothing but projected light. Nonetheless, the hologram’s eyespots shrunk in a convincing simulation of anger.
“Reconnaissance Agent Saika, the matter is not negotiable. The deal is all but finalized, with only this one issue to resolve. The company will not stand for losing such a profitable venture.” the alien spoke to a young woman lounging in a chair across from the hologram projector. She smoothed out her white lab coat and stretched, arching her lithe body over the back of the chair while the purplish extraterrestrial’s cluster of antennae twitched in impatience. Tossing back a chocolate lock from her eyes, she clasped her hands and leaned forward to give the alien a cold frown.
“Flash cloning is not simplistic sir. There’s a difference between growing a genetic copy naturally and manipulating the biochemistry of a template organism. It’s not part of my job description.”
“But you can do it.”
“Yes, I have the expertise necessary.” replied the woman, crossing her legs. “But it’s not in our agreement.”
“Then consider our agreement amended.” The alien’s antennae rubbed together as he spoke, the screeching sounds they produced automatically translated by computer into English. The woman tightened her jaw. “You’ll be paid a bonus, naturally.” The creature added hastily. “We realize the difficulty of the work and we will compensate you above the rate normally demanded. I hope this is acceptable.” The woman remained thoughtfully silent. “Isn’t it, Natsuki?” Natsuki sighed.
“Yes, the terms are acceptable. But I do not expect more such ‘amendments’ to our contract in the future.”
“Have no worries Agent Saika, emergencies of this nature are rare.” The hologram vanished. Natsuki untensed and leaned back in her chair to stare at the ceiling. Her bonus had better include the cost of the clone template she would have to use.

If the situation was as pressing as her handler seemed to believe then Natsuki supposed she ought to get to work immediately. Reluctantly, she ordered her computer to put the experiments scheduled for the day back onto standby status.
“Bring up the Shokushu surveillance network.” She tiredly asked, and the hologram panel flickered back to life. “Flat screen.” She amended. She had never cared for the way small holograms seemed to distort perspective. It was one thing to adjust to a tiny person on a screen, and quite another to see one in three dimensions. The computer responded aptly, opening a terminal to which Natsuki pushed herself on the wheeled lab chair. Catching herself on the desk’s edge, she stared at the image on screen. It displayed a campus hallway, empty since it was during class. She checked the gymnasium next, watching the girls practice their gymnastics. She saw quite a few fetching girls, but she was familiar with most of them, and she needed a more exotic specimen regardless. If the prospective customers had enough pull to demand a sample, she was certain they wouldn’t be satisfied with the average female. Natsuki was about to switch out to a different channel when she spied an unfamiliar girl hunched over on the benches. Natsuki peered forward, raising her eyebrows at her impressive figure. She was small and trim, sporting flaring hips which were delightfully hugged by her brief shorts. Her face was remarkably pretty, and Natsuki caught herself admiring it for some time, enraptured by her meek, flustered expression and her wide emerald eyes. Her gym top swelled outward, cleaving tightly to breasts so full that the shirt was unable to cover her midriff. It was no wonder she wasn’t engaging in acrobatics with her peers. At the moment she was halfheartedly pulling on the fabric, trying to get it to fit better, but Natsuki knew she would have no luck. Shokushu uniforms were chronically undersized, but in her case there had probably been some sort of oversight. She took another lingering look at the woman, feeling her pulse quicken at the sight of her voluptuousness. The girl’s distress only served to heighten her loveliness. Such smooth skin she had, and such ravishing legs. All at once the girls began to disperse, the new arrival among them. Natsuki followed her path until she was nearly out of view, and then switched channels to the locker room showers. There she was, wasting time at her locker, an enchanting flush on her cheeks. Natsuki could tell that she was idling, waiting to be alone before she bathed. She could hardly blame the girl, but she earnestly wished that the other students would be on their way so she could get a better look at the new girl’s young flesh. To fill her time, she got a face match on her computer and brought up the girl’s student profile.
“So. Mercy is your name. So cute.” Natsuki perused the information on Mercy’s dossier, mouthing the words silently. Glancing up, she saw that Mercy had finally begun to undress, alone in the showers. Natsuki bit her lip at the bottom curves of Mercy’s breasts came into view as she lifted her shirt. Mercy then stopped, and lowered the cloth again. Natsuki groaned, gently pounding her fist on the desk. But the girl had only stopped to make sure nobody was coming. Swiftly she drew the shirt over her head, and Mercy’s unseen audience let her fingers disappear between her legs at the sight of such ripe and tantalizing flesh.
“Mercy, you’re going to help me make my new clone.” Natsuki whispered, blowing the woman a kiss.

Intimate Knowledge (for Mercy)

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