Virus Alert
Written by WilloWisp
2.83 - Code Play
"Don't worry. We'll get my boyfriend's book back for him," Heather said, cheerily.
As we walked out of Amber and Kelly's room, I heard Rebecca say to them, ""Okay, girls, follow me. We've got work to do." I was tempted to watch them go the opposite way down the hallway: Kelly had a spectacular ass, with cute little dimples just above it. I just knew my new boyfriend would want to hear all about the fun I had with her.
We headed back down the hallway towards Ashley's room, passing the naked girls we had already processed on the way. They smiled and waved as we passed. Rebecca had told them to wait at their doorways for further instructions, so that's what they were doing. Most of them still wore their heels, but a few were barefoot.
"Hi Susan," Lisa said as we passed. "Where are you two off to?"
"Just running an errand for my boyfriend," I said. "Important business. We get to make a special delivery for him." As I said this, I hugged my tits together and shook to jiggle them. I couldn't wait to show my boyfriend. It was one of my signature cheer moves.
"You're so Lucky," Lisa replied, "I'd give anything to have a boyfriend like that."
"Oh, don't worry. He'll probably ask you out, too. I'm 100% sure!"
Lisa beamed at this. "Thanks, that makes me feel 100% better!"
Heather and I continued to room 104. Just as Rebecca had told us, there was a sophisticated keypad lock on the wall next to it. It looked like it had always been there, but I'd never noticed it before. "What was the code again, Heather?"
Heather's face looked confused, and she put a finger to her lips as she concentrated. "Oh, yeah! The code was 1-4-D-S."
I tapped the code in. There was a whirring and a loud clunk, then the light on the panel switched from red to green. I tried the doorknob, and it opened easily. "Ashley? Are you in here?"
The room was a shambles. Papers, books, lingerie, clothes, shoes, and toys were scattered all over the room. Ashley stood in at the far end of the room. Just as Rebecca had said, her unitard was pulled down around her waist. I could see a flickering spark around the base of her spine, but it wasn't important for me to pay attention to that.
She seemed really confused, walking towards the wall, bumping into it, then backing up and doing it all over again. Her full breasts bounced and jiggled each time she bumped into the wall. It was fun to watch. "Ashley? You okay?" Heather asked.
Ashley froze. Her head seemed to pivot without her moving a muscle, twisting around 180° to face us. She broke into a wide grin. "Meaningful!" she said. She raised her eyebrows as if explaining an important fact. "Enumeration: 1, 2," she declared, attempting to shake hands with the wall.
"Encoded sequence. Core code corruption. Let's play!" She announced. She marched in place, attempting to turn to face us completely. Her lower body did, anyway. Her upper torso revolved slowly in the opposite direction, and her head spun erraticly in random directions.
"Announce prolific 21," she said in a breathy voice, "verdant 23." Her right arm shot up, her hand spinning like a slow drill.
"We should look for the book," I suggested. I began searching around Ashley's desk, Heather moved to check the closet. "Good thing Ashley didn't have any roommates," I said.
"No kidding," Heather said, flipping through the contents of the closet. She peeked back at me around the closet door, holding up a hanger with a crotchless bodystocking on it in front of herself. "What do you think, Sus, is it me?"
Ashley's head spun to face Heather, a look of adoration on her face. "Reticulated, envious fusilage? 79 missing 56," she offered.
"Don't you already have like six of those things?" I asked.
"This one has ribbons," Heather pouted.
"Fun later. Book now." I said.
"Mother arrangement, derelict," Ashley agreed, nodding. She now stood in a ballet pose. Her upper torso had stopped rotating, but was facing opposite her lower torso. She brought her hands down, as if patting her lap. Instead, she managed to spank herself repeatedly. "18 conceal, equate minuscule mammoth," she said, gleefully. A concerned look washed over her face. She held out her arms, and her top half spun like a propeller. "67 valve!" she said as she spun. She began to slow down. "Banana advocate 41, relocate intercourse, 61," she said as she came to a stop.
There wasn't anything on her desk other than her laptop and a tennis ball. I dug through some of the papers on the floor. Heather poked her head out of the closet again. "Did you check the bookshelf yet?" she asked. I glanced up at the bookshelf opposite the desk, then back at Heather.
"Are you wearing the bodystocking?"
"I looked for the book while I put it on. I just couldn't pass it up!" She stepped out, her body encased in the silky, sheer material. "How do I look?" she asked, posing.
"Reader intimate," Ashley declared. She pointed at her feet, then inserted her finger into her left ear. "Infected polygon, 46 suggest?"
"Girl, you look good enough to eat, but we need to find that book." I tilted my head, hesitating. "Does she have another one of those?" I asked.
Ashley snapped to attention, her whole body facing the same direction, aimed at an angle towards the wall. "Surfeit unknown, reveal solution!" she said, raising her hand in a magical guesture. "Bouquet spoon, sparkle!" She pointed dramatically at the wall. Nothing happened. She moved as if to sit down in a chair that wasn't there, falling flat on her back in the process. She held her hands out, posed as if seated comfortably at her desk, tapping at a nonexistant keyboard. "Engage. Lubricate. Historical rotate. Father furtive," she said, her haid cocked to one side.
"She's got a couple more. Do you want the one with hearts on it, or the one with the printed garter pattern?"
I frowned. "I've already got both of those." I shook myself. "Back to work. I'll check the bookshelf. You check the nightstand." I pointed over to where Ashley lay, still typing happily on her imaginary computer.
I climbed up onto the chair to get at the high bookshelf. There were dozens of books on it, with a fishbowl at the end. I wondered how long it had been since Ashley had cleaned it. The water was completely opaque.
Heather bounced across the room to the nightstand, pulling open the drawers one by one, digging through the contents. "Thong, thong, thong, bikini, french cut," she said, pulling each pair of panties out one by one.
I looked through the book titles. Basic Sexual Technique, Medium Sexual Technique, Advanced Sexual Technique, Principles of Oral Sex, Tittyfucking 101... These must be her leftover freshman-year textbooks. I moved towards the other end of the shelf.
Ashley froze. "Hidden 60 campus invasion. Decorative tight 58," she said, her arms and legs droping into a prone position. She sat up immediately behind Heather, then turned to face Heather's ass. "Forgotten, misled brother. Derive 48, persist 65," she said to the ass. She grabbed Heather forcefully, wrestling her to the ground. "Facility deficit," she said. "Artichoke. Vibrate? Bulwark!" she asserted.
"Hey Ashley, get off me!" Heather said, struggling. "Sure this feels good and everything, but this isn't really the... ooh!" A startled, but happy look crossed Heather's face as Ashley began methodically kneading her tits through the bodystocking. She closed her eyes in rapture, now fully enjoying the attention.
"Well, it's not up here," I said. "Heather, do you think you could stop that for a moment and look for the book some more?"
"Mmm..." she said, squirming. "Oooh, she's right Ashley, could you get off me for a moment? I need to..."
Ashley moved surprisingly quickly, insinuating her head between Heather's legs. "72 persuade distraught," she said between licks. "Oscillate!"
Heather's eyes went wide, and her head lolled from side to side. "Oh, yeah! Oh yeah! Oh yeah, just like... just like... oh..." A new look took over her face. "Hey Susan... ooooh... there's a book... under the bed... that OOOH! looks like what Re-BEC!-ca was talking about..."
"Can you reach it?" I asked.
"I'm a little... occupied... reaching someTHING! else... sorry. Oooh!" she convulsed. Ashley had gone silent, but was still busily at work between Heather's thighs.
"Okay, I guess I'll take care of it, then." I climbed down from the chair, jostling the shelf as I did. The fishbowl overturned, and dank water spilled down, splashing right onto Ashley's ass. She raised her face out of Heather's pussy, her eyes filled with desire and lust. "Moistuuuuuuuuure!" she breathed orgasmically, then froze again, her mouth open.
There was a crackle, then a flash from somewhere just above Ashley's ass. Sparks came from somewhere that wasn't important for me to look at, and some of the papers around her started to catch fire. Her mouth still wide open, her body completely frozen, Ashley managed to speak again. "Pattern transition. 00111110001001010100001000100111," she said, then blinked. Her mouth moved again, but no words came out. She looked meaningfully down at Heather's pussy, still dripping with juices, and buried her face again. A buzzing noise stated to come from her head.
Ignoring this, I laid down trying to reach under the bed. It was bolted down, and the book was in the far corner of the room, just out of reach. I stretched. Flames began to spread around the room, catching the bedclothes and curtains. It was getting warm in here. As I reached with my right arm, I felt a tickle of warmth on my left. I looked back. Something was crackling and peeling off my left arm. That was weird, I wasn't wearing a top. I continued to reach for the book, my fingers just barely brushing it's edge. I moved into a crawling position, a relaxing warmth washing over my legs and arm. Flames crackled loudly around me now. I could almost reach the book... There! Got it!
I pulled myself out from under the bed, dusting off the sooty substance that had peeled off my arm. The room was filled with the beautiful light of a roaring flame now. Heather moaned in pleasure as Ashley's head buzzed in her crotch. I inspected the book carefully, to ensure that it was the right one. It matched the size and colors that Rebecca had described. The cover read:
SCF#R326
Maintenance and Upkeep Handbook
Site Personnel Only Do not distribute
Yep, it was definitely the right book. A hissing sound came from the ceiling. I looked up. Was something supposed to happen? It stopped. A voice came over the PA system.
"Fire suppression system failure. Fire containment initiated. Please evacuate the room."
I hugged the book to my breasts, and moved to the door. Flames danced around it. I didn't want to get the book damaged in any way. My boyfriend had said it was very important. I hesitated. Would the book get scorched?
Before I could decide, a thick metal plate slid into place over the door. "I guess I won't be going out that way, then," I said out loud. Heather moaned what could have been an agreement. I turned to the window. Another metal plate was sliding down it, but was moving much more slowly. "Ooh, that'll work," I said. "You coming, Heather?"
"Not yet... ooh... but give her a few more minutes and I def... I def... Ah-ah-ah-yes-ah-definitely will..."
I shook my head. "Your loss. Have fun. I'm going to see my boyfriend." I climbed out the window. As I stepped out the outside, I noticed the fire had apparently burnt a hole in the crotch of my tights. Well, I thought, saves me the trouble of cutting them. As I inspected this, the metal plate continued its descent, coming down on my left arm, pinning me.
"What? Oh, no! No, I can't get stuck right now, I need to get this book to my boyfriend!" I tugged, feeling a strange tension in my elbow. "Let... go... of... my... arm!" After several tugs, I finally managed to free myself. Torn wires sparked from something caught in the plate. Wow, I thought to myself, I'm lucky to have gotten out of there without getting hurt. I looked down at myself, to make sure I wasn't injured. I guess I'd worked up quite a sweat: Some spots on my legs were so shiny from perspiration, they almost shined like chrome. My right arm looked fine, clutching the book. I looked at my left arm... I didn't feel like looking at my left arm. It wasn't important right now.
Taking a deep breath, and hoping that my boyfriend would want to see me take deep breaths like that, I set off for the Coffee Shop. From the other side of the metal plate, I could still hear the muffled sounds of Heather as she enjoyed Ashley's company. Ashley was so nice. A little weird, but nice.