Andrea At The Center

Chapter Two-1

Chapter Two

In the hall, most of the others Andrea saw wore the same white jumpsuit. Many smiled at them, and some greeted Emmy.

“All of these people were kidnapped?”

“Some were, some are voluntaries.”

“But you were kidnapped, too?”

“I told you I was.”

“How?”

“I was at the beach, and I met a cute guy who invited me into his van. As soon as I was in the van, bam! I was out.”

***

The cafeteria was modern and cheerful. One wall of windows looked over an expansive lawn.

Emmy chose a dinner. Andrea imitated Emmy's choices.

At the end of the line was a cash register and a cashier who rang up Emmy's meal. “Hers, too,” Emmy said, indicating Andrea's tray.

The cashier smiled. “Is she your date, dearie?”

“She's just arrived. She doesn’t have any money yet.”

“Oh, I know. I can tell the look. I'm just teasing. What's your name, dearie?”

“Andrea.”

“Welcome to the Center, Andrea. I'm Toby. That'll be twenty-two eighty.”

Emmy brought out a handful of strange currency.

“What’s that?”

“It's from an African country that doesn't use it anymore. It's denominated in dollars and cents, so it's easy.”

Andrea picked up her tray. She followed Emmy to a table near the windows. “Why do people need money here?”

“You'll see.”

“How do you get money here?”

“People have jobs, just like in the world. The cashier gets paid for being a cashier. I'm paid to be your big sister.”

“And what’ll I be paid for?”

“I don't really know,” Emmy said, looking down. She’s lying.

***

After dinner, Emmy led Andrea to an unmarked door.

Inside, the room had mirrored walls, racks of clothes, long worktables, and sewing machines. A grotesquely obese woman with a delicate and beautiful face came to them.

“Oh, hello, Emmy!” she said, leaning down to exchange kisses on the cheek. “This must be Andrea! Oh, aren't you a lovely one?” Laura took both of Andrea's hands and lifting them. “Let me look at you.” She turned Andrea in a circle. “Come. We’re going to measure you for a full-size mannequin, so we can make all the pretty things you’ll wear here.”

Laura led them to a tall stainless steel apparatus. What looked like a video projector was attached to a vertical pole running from the top of the machine to just above the floor. Near the pole was a turntable with two footprints.

“This is William.” Laura indicated the man standing there. She gave Andrea and Emmy a smile and walked away, carrying her bulk gracefully.

William closed a curtain hanging from a curved track on the ceiling, like those in hospitals.

“Sit,” William said, gesturing at a chair. Andrea sat.

He picked up a digital camera trailing a cord plugged into the computer. “Smile with your lips closed. Smile with your lips open. Frown. Relax your face. Close your eyes.” He took dozens of photographs as Andrea followed his instructions. “Open your eyes and open your mouth. Show your teeth. Good.”

Putting the camera down, he took several bobby pins, stuck all but one in his mouth, stepped behind Andrea's chair, and pinned Andrea's hair up.

“Now strip.”

“What if I don’t want to?”

“Come on, An,” Emmy said. “You’re just gonna stand on that turntable so the laser can scan your body.”

Slipping out of her shoes, Andrea opened the front seam of her uniform and let it fall to her feet.

William picked up his camera again, knelt down, and took a few photographs of her pubis. “To match your hair,” he explained unnecessarily.

He put the camera back on the table. When he turned back, he was holding a jar of petroleum jelly. He went behind Andrea and touched her back.

“What the hell?” Andrea pulled away.

“It improves your skin’s reflectivity. It makes the reading more accurate.”

“I’m sure it’ll be good enough.”

“Please don’t make trouble, Annie,” Emmy said.

“Why not?”

“If you don’t cooperate, I’ll be punished, too.”

After a moment, Andrea shrugged and nodded her assent.

“Thank you.”

“I'll help,” she said to William, standing up and putting her hand into the lubricant. Looking into Andrea's eyes, Emmy applied the jelly. She started at Andrea's face, and then moved down to Andrea's shoulders.

She worked the jelly down Andrea’s chest, spreading it over her breasts and n*****s.

William worked on Andrea's back, and then applied the jelly to Andrea's buttocks. Emmy finished with Andrea's breasts and moved down.

Andrea watched in the mirror. William and Emmy both ran their hands up and down Andrea's legs. Their hands pressed against her with each upward stroke. She was horrified to find herself growing aroused.

“Okay,” William said, wiping his hands on his jumpsuit. Emmy wiped her hands on a towel. He lifted Andrea’s arms out of the way, occasionally smoothing a patch of skin where the jelly looked uneven.

“Okay,” he said again. He took Andrea by the elbow and led her to the apparatus. She stepped onto the turntable, placing her feet on the footprints, which separated her legs so wide Andrea felt her labia part.

William turned the palms of her hands out and moved her arms away from her sides. “You need to stand still. When you hear the first beep, take a breath and close your eyes. When the turntable starts rotating, the laser comes on. Two beeps means the laser’s finished scanning your head, so you can open your eyes, but keep still. Three beeps means the scan is finished and you can relax. Don’t get off ‘til I tell you.”

William stepped away and sat down at the computer. He typed and moved and clicked the mouse a few times. “Ready?”

Emmy said, “Wait.” She stood up and walked directly in front of Andrea. Staring into Andrea’s eyes, she stroked her n*****s with her palms. “They have to be hard.” Andrea flushed.

Emmy stepped away.

Andrea heard a beep. She took a breath and closed her eyes. The turntable rotated.

After perhaps a minute, she heard two beeps and opened her eyes.

She could see the red beam of the projector, which was now level with her neck. Without moving her head, she looked at Emmy, who gave her a smile. She flushed, and her n*****s throbbed. She closed her eyes again.

***

She heard three beeps. “Okay!” Emmy said. “You're done.”

“Not yet,” William said, staring at the computer screen. He clicked the mouse a few times. The computer made a cheerful musical sound. “Okay.”

Andrea stepped off the turntable and sat down to get dressed. She looked at herself. “My skin is all irritated.”

“That usually goes away in a few hours,” William said.

“Great.”

She finished getting dressed. “I'm ready,” she said, and she and Emmy walked toward the door. William was busy at the computer.

“Are we all done?” Laura asked, hurrying over to Andrea and Emmy. Andrea nodded. “Oh I do look forward to seeing your mannequin!” Laura said.

***

“I need a shower!” said Andrea. “My skin feels awful.”

In the bathroom, Andrea took off her jumpsuit. The jelly had gotten everywhere. In the shower, she washed it away as best she could.

Her skin was still blotchy and inflamed. She examined her face in the mirror. It, too, was irritated.

She found a bottle of lotion in the cabinet behind the mirror.

As she approached the door, Andrea heard the television. She hiked her towel a little. Carrying the lotion, she went into the bedroom.

The television showed a video of two women kneeling over a man, both licking his erect p***s. “Mind if take a quick shower, too?” Emmy asked, standing up.

Andrea shrugged. Emmy went into the bathroom, and Andrea turned the television off.

She applied the lotion to her arms. Through the door, she heard the toilet flushing and then the showering running.

Andrea opened the towel and sat on the bed. She’d finished putting the lotion on her face, neck, arms, chest, and stomach when Emmy, wearing a bathrobe, came in. Andrea gathered the towel around herself.

“That lotion's good, isn't it?” Emmy asked.

“Yes, it's really helping.”

“I'll do your back.”

“Thanks. It’s still burning a little there.” Andrea handed Emmy the bottle and turned her back, unwrapping the towel but holding it to her chest.

Andrea felt Emmy touch her shoulders. Emmy smoothed the lotion into her shoulders and neck.

“Ohhhhh. That feels good.”

“I’m sure you've had quite a day, Annie. Lie down. I'll give you a massage.” With her hands, she urged Andrea down.

Andrea lay down on her stomach, arranging the towel over her buttocks.

Emmy poured lotion between Andrea's shoulder blades. She massaged Andrea's back with the lotion. Andrea felt herself drifting into a reverie.

Emmy’s hands reached the small of Andrea's back and continued down, working the rise of her body just above the buttocks. She brushed the towel a little lower each time she reached it. Andrea’s heart raced.

Emmy continued her massage without changing her touch, as if unconcerned she was touching Andrea's bottom. Gradually, Emmy brushed the towel away completely.

Her hands moved over Andrea's buttocks and thighs. As Emmy worked the muscles, her fingers moved casually into the cleavage.

Andrea opened her mouth to protest, but Emmy's hands had already moved away.

Emmy worked down Andrea's left leg to her toes. She moved to Andrea’s right leg, starting at the toes.

As Emmy's hands reached Andrea's thigh, Andrea found herself waiting for the moment she’d feel Emmy's hands on her groin again. Her heart pounded, not in fear but in anticipation, and she knew she’d grown wet. As Emmy's hands moved up her thigh, Andrea opened her legs a little wider.

Emmy massaged Andrea's right thigh with both hands. The side of Emmy's hand pressed against Andrea’s labia. Andrea’s heart and c******s pounded in unison. She didn’t know whether she was frightened or aroused or both.

Emmy massaged Andrea's thigh, her left hand pressing a little more directly against Andrea's labia. Now, it was between them. Andrea didn’t know whether the noise she made was of pleasure or of protest.

“Shhhh,” Emmy whispered, stroking. “Shhhh.”

Andrea burned with pleasure and fear and desire and confusion. “Emmy…” She was so wet protest seemed absurd.

“Shhhhh.” Emmy’s fingers slipped and slid against Andrea’s c******s.

Emmy changed position. She took her hand away for a moment. At that moment, Andrea realized, she could break what only seemed to be an inevitable progression. But she lay still.

Emmy took off her robe and lay down, her body against Andrea's. Her hand returned between Andrea's legs. Andrea felt Emmy's small breasts pressing against her back, the n*****s hard, Emmy's legs against her own, Emmy's breath on her neck, and then her lips.

Andrea sighed. She’d never felt anything so sweet.

Emmy moved down Andrea's back, her small breasts brushing against her, her hands caressing and stroking. She covered Andrea's back with kisses. Andrea's heart pounded. Emmy moved down, kissing Andrea everywhere she went.

Emmy reached Andrea's buttocks, kissing and gently biting. She ran her tongue in the cleavage. Andrea sighed.

With both hands, Emmy moved Andrea's legs apart. She knelt between them and ran her tongue in the cleavage. Putting her hands on Andrea's hips, Emmy urged her up. Andrea found herself on her shoulders and knees, her head turned to one side, pressed hard against the bed, her legs wide apart, her back arched.

Emmy's hands moved to Andrea’s buttocks, separating them. Her tongue started at the base of Andrea's spine and ran straight down, pushing insistently. It ran over Andrea's anus, between the labia, and down to the c******s.

She’d never even been licked like this before. Michael had used his mouth on her a few times, when they’d been drinking more than usual, or after seeing a sexy movie, but always with Andrea lying on her back. He’d tongue her c******s, but never moved his mouth lower, and he’d stop after a little while.

Emmy's fingers stayed at Andrea's c******s, but her tongue didn’t, running instead up from Andrea's c******s, between her labia, past her anus and up to her spine, and back down again, over and over. Then, a last time, Emmy's tongue moved up from Andrea's c******s, reached Andrea's anus, and entered.

Andrea was repelled, disgusted, ashamed, embarrassed. But the sensation was somehow making Emmy's caresses infinitely more stimulating. It wasn’t only the sensation but the act itself. You’re so desirable, it said, every part of you is worth kissing. And, just as arousing: I’ll have you everywhere. You’ll withhold nothing.

As Emmy tongued Andrea's anus, she put her thumb inside Andrea's v****a, her other fingers caressing Andrea's c******s.

Andrea couldn’t tell where one sensation left off and another began. She was being caressed, kissed, suckled everywhere. She swayed on the precipitous brink, and then was swept into a tumultuous orgasm.

As her senses cleared, tears welled up in Andrea’s eyes. She sobbed.

“Shhh. Shhh, Annie,” came Emmy's whisper. She lay down next to Andrea. “It's okay.” With her hands, Emmy urged Andrea to turn toward her. Andrea sobbed into Emmy's shoulder.

“I don't know why I'm crying. I…”

“You don't have to explain.” Emmy stroked her back, kissed her forehead. “Look at me.”

Andrea's heart raced as she met Emmy's glistening eyes.

They were the most beautiful eyes Andrea had ever seen, in the most beautiful face. Andrea found herself kissing Emmy. She could taste her own s****l fluids—and a stranger, darker taste. She pressed her body against Emmy's, breasts against breasts, groin against groin, legs against legs. Emmy's was the softest skin she’d ever felt.

It was as if she was breathing a richer air than she could handle. It was as if she was in love.

Emmy returned Andrea's kisses, running her hands from Andrea's neck down her back to her bottom.

“I've never done... I've never been with a woman before. Does this mean I’m a...?”

“It doesn't mean anything.”

“You made me feel wonderful.”

“Mmmmm.”

“You're so beautiful.” Andrea trembled with what was already a familiar confusing mixture of feelings. She lowered her lips to Emmy’s breast, kissing its small, erect n****e, each hand encircling a breast.

Emmy fell onto her back.

Andrea didn’t understand the feelings leading her on. Kissing Emmy's breasts seemed the most exciting thing she’d ever done. She under­stood now what her boyfriends loved. Her own breasts ached. She was already on the plateau of another climax.

Shaking, Andrea crept down Emmy's body, kissing the soft skin below her breasts, then the softer skin of Emmy's stomach, then the softer skin of Emmy's upper thighs, and then, after a brief hesitation, the softest skin between.

Andrea put her mouth to Emmy's c******s. Andrea realized she knew exactly what to do, as if she’d often been with another woman.

She’d never tasted anything so good, never smelled anything more arousing. With every taste, she herself grew wetter, more swollen, more drenched with pleasure, as if her mouth was on herself.

Emmy raised her knees into the air, grasping her thighs to bring her pelvis even further forward.

Andrea licked Emmy from c******s to her inner lips. An impulse was forming. She was terrified, but it was irresistible.

Andrea ran her tongue up between Emmy's labia and down again, this time slightly lower. She moved her tongue up again, meeting her fingers on Emmy's c******s, and then down again, a little further. Emmy pulled her thighs more tightly to her chest. Andrea's tongue brushed Emmy's anus.

She ran her tongue to Emmy’s c******s and then down again, this time all the way to Emmy’s other orifice. She pressed her tongue in deep and hard. Emmy sighed. Andrea darted her tongue in and out. Her fingers played on Emmy's c******s. Emmy moaned with every breath, faster and faster. Andrea put a hand between her own legs. She felt Emmy's body tense against her fingers and her tongue. Emmy arched up, pressing up against Andrea's penetrating tongue. Andrea's fingers sent them both into orgasm.

***

Emmy took Andrea’s hands from her legs. Andrea put her head on Emmy's pubic mound. She kissed Emmy softly there.

“Oh, Annie.” Emmy put her hands on Andrea's head, urging her up. “You're beautiful.” Emmy gathered Andrea into her arms and arranged the coverlet over them both.

Andrea was asleep a moment later.