Honesty

"'Prehistory,'" you read out loud from the plaque. "'Unknown origin,' 'boobytrap to stop thieves'... This isn't good."

She looks at you with fear in her eyes. You lean against the wall, tired.

"Look," you put your hand on her shoulder. "There's nothing I can do for you right now. This is not ideal, I know, but as soon as I find my researcher I will find someone to look into this. For now all we can do is make sure you're comfortable while I try to track down my researcher. I'm really sorry."

You rub her arm one last time for reassurance and start to walk away.

"NOT GOOD ENOUGH!" You hear her yell at you, along with a scuffle sound and the sensation of something small hitting your leg.

"What was that?"

You realise the sound was a kick followed by one of the many magic beads skittling along the floor at you. You look down at your leg where it hit you, but there's no clue present as to which type of bead hit you. Your blood runs cold: fear of what is coming next takes over. You cannot afford to become some kind of sex doll with nobody knowing how to free you.

You move your arms expectantly, to see if they were about to get trapped in a pose, but nothing happens. You're grateful that you aren't frozen on your knees with your mouth open, but you wonder what the bead had done.

You turn to face the pinned girl, "You! You need to be careful! You of all people should know this place is full of dangerous thi--!" You stumble on your last word, thrown off by the feeling of butterflies in your stomach. You feel flush; you feel your forehead with the back of your hand before opening your lab coat to cool down.

"What is-" You feel the heat concentrate in your chest and your abdomen tighten. Next, the heat moves downwards. Between this and the contraction, you start to get an idea of where this is going. You arch your back and try to breathe deeply, accidentally moaning loudly. You pull your knees together and bend forwards, trying to control your involuntary feelings but it's too late.

You look around the exhibition hall as the crescendo of heat builds and builds, leaving your hips to roll and your back to arch increasingly. You try to withhold the next moan, but even with your hand trying to block your mouth, an even louder one escapes, drawing even more attention.

You can hear the two girls giggling but they may as well have been a kilometer in the distance.

The orgasm crashes down on you, taking the last of the strength from your legs and dragging you to your knees. Without anything to hold you squeeze your thigh with your hand.

"Oh my god. I will deal with you in a bit." You scowl at them with as much rage as you can summon post-embarrassing-public-orgasm.

To escape the situation, you back away towards the staff door to escape. You turn to open the door and bash into a tall man. A strong tall man. You look up and see dark brown hair, stubble and some completely unnecessary shades, considering we're indoors.

He shows you a badge that says 'F.B.I.' and says, "Rachel Enworth? We need to talk."