Post-accident haze

Jennifer opened her eyes. She was lying on the floor, in the laboratory. She had had cut herself, she remembered that much, the broken glass still lie scattered next to her, but the cut on her palm had healed, so she must have lied there for a while; a longer while since the scar was barely visible. Surprisingly enough her head did not hurt, although she had hit the floor quite hard, yet the bump under her hair was barely noticeable.

The entire apparatus was still working; how much of the radiation had she absorbed? Jennifer finally reached the emergency button, carefully avoiding the broken glass, and turned everything off. She needed to clean up the mess and more importantly check, if she herself had not been injured in a more lasting manner. Help, she had to ask Bruce for help; she was too disoriented to act on her own. But her clothes were a mess too, she could not go to him looking like that. Jennifer simply assumed that the intern still had to be in the facility and did not ponder why she could not see him with her uniform dirty.

The woman left the room and for reasons she could not explain went to the locker room, there she took off the coat, blouse and skirt, then once again she admired her own voluptuous body covered in the sexy red lingerie in the full length mirror. The sight somehow reminded her of the arousal that had never diminished, it had only grown since the incident in the laboratory and quite significantly at that. Jennifer put on the boots and left the locker room heading to Bruce’s workplace; she decided that this was the right outfit to visit him.