S-ENF-025 - TOWEL

Item #: S-ENF-025
Object Designation: Towel

The warm water cascaded over Carol's shoulders, running in rivulets along the slopes of her heavy breasts, dripping from her nipples, caressing her full bottom, trickling down her strong thighs. After the four hours she'd spent in the basement with that poltergeist, she was pretty sure she was never going to get all the ectoplasm out.

At least the shower in the Artemis locker room was nice and hot. Of course there were no cubicles or privacy shields of any kind, but right now she happened to be blessedly alone. She shut the water off, and reached for the towel she'd left on the bench. Which was gone.

"Looking for something?"

It was Thessaly, of course. Carol squawked and covered herself with her hands, hating the telltale heat that set her cheeks burning and made her whole body quiver with shame. The nut-brown girl giggled, a hand at her mouth as her green eyes flickered coyly over Carol's naked form. She was holding a towel.

"Give that back?"

"Oops, do you want it?" Thessaly flickered out of the way as Carol made an impotent grab for the towel. "Say pretty please."

"It's mine!"

"I love watching you shower. You're so cute." Thessaly stuck out her tongue at Carol, who stood in the middle of the locker room, dripping wet and dishevelled with a look of deep frustration on her face. "You're quite sure you won't say pretty please?"

"Never."

"What about now?" said Thessaly, as Carol found herself standing in the middle of a fancy Japanese restaurant. The patrons, in formal evening wear, applauded politely as she yelped and made another feeble attempt on the towel. "Will you say it now?"

"Please can I have the towel?"

"You didn't say it right."

"Pretty please with a cherry on top may I please have the towel?"

"Ha ha! No." Thessaly giggled, watching Carol hop back and forth from one foot to another, the tastefully warm lighting of the restaurant gleaming on her wet skin. In a nearby fish tank, a couple of lobsters crawled over each other, completely unable to appreciate what was going on. "Oh, alright, then. But only because it's a special night."

"It is?" Carol snatched the towel and wrapped it around herself, hastily, doing her best to ignore the giggling guests. It wasn't a very big towel. Thessaly nodded, enjoying the way Carol's breasts shifted and clung to the damp fabric as the tough girl hurriedly tucked them in.

"It's date night!" she said. "Come on, we've got a table over here. Don't worry about a thing. I own the restaurant."

"You own a restaurant?"

"Well, I do now. I know you like Japanese food."

Several minutes later they were sitting at a table in the middle of the room, in full view of everyone. The night was just getting started. Thessaly picked up a roll of sushi, carefully applied just the tiniest bit of wasabi, and moved it towards Carol's mouth.

"Do you like it?"

"It's really good," Carol admitted, swallowing it down. "You really bought this whole place just for me?"

"I want to get to know you! Anyway it's not like it's hard for me to make money. So tell me, what makes Carol Song tick? What really goes on inside that head of yours?"

"Uh... if we're going on a date, can I have some clothes that aren't a towel?"

"Hah!" said Thessaly, who was in a very fetching white dress that brought out the color of her eyes. "No. So, anyway, what gets you out of bed in the morning?"

"...not being in a towel?"

"Wow, you're way more boring that I thought you'd be."

"It's just really hard to concentrate when I'm sitting in the restaurant like this."

"I know! I'm making you do it on purpose, to embarrass you. But you still have to answer my questions properly, or I'll take the towel away."

"Okay, okay!" Carol took another bite of sushi, washed it down with some plum wine, and said, "Well, I didn't always work for the Foundation. I used to be a private detective, in Hong Kong. But one day, I got in over my head with the Pink Dragon Triad..."

"Go on."

Thessaly nibbled her teriyaki and listened with interest, asking detailed follow-up questions. When she got to the part about Carol kung fu fighting seven ninjas naked, in the pouring rain, she made Carol repeat it three times. At the end she said. "You're so cool! I didn't know!"

"It's nothing," said Carol, a little defensively. "Anyone could have done it."

"But you saved the whole city from interdimensional slavers! And you won the world's greatest martial arts tournament! That's something to be proud of."

"I guess."

"I really like you, Carol. You're my favorite." Thessaly leaned over and gave Carol a kiss on the cheek, making her jump. "You're so tough! So I guess you just really, really hate losing, huh?"

"Pretty much. I've always been competitive. I like to win, you know?"

"I get it. So, Carol, tell me, since you joined the Foundation, what are the ten most embarrassing things that have happened to you? Other than me, I mean."

Carol blinked. "I don't really want to answer that question," she said.

"Who would, right? Anyway, you have to, or no towel."

"Okay, okay, fine!" Carol took a deep breath and had another sip of her plum wine, trying to steady her nerves. Her towel had fallen down a bit, exposing the slopes of her damp breasts and threatening to give Thessaly a glimpse of nipple. Plus all the other patrons of the restaurant, of course. She tugged it back up, and said "So, on my first day..."

"Yes?"

"There's this guy named Dr. Blithe..."

"Oh, wow," said Thessaly, quite some time later. The remains of a meal sat on the table in front of them. No more than a few grains of rice remained on either plate. "In front of the whole stadium? In only a bow tie? I can see I'm going to have to up my game."

"Please don't." Carol could feel her cheeks burning with the shame of recollection. Some of those memories still made her cringe, even years later. Especially the ones with Dr. Blithe. "But what about you? What's your story, anyway? I haven't asked you a single question yet."

"Of course! It's a fascinating tale... oh, here's the waiter with the check." Carol watched the aproned man approach, smiling obsequiously. He laid a piece of paper down on the table in front of her, and said "I hope you had a lovely evening, ma'am."

"It was fine," said Carol, frostily. She was pretty sure the waiter was peeping at her cleavage. She glanced down at the amount of money written on the paper and said "Oh my god."

"Yes. We are a very fancy restaurant. But I assume you can cover it, Miss Song?"

"Oh, I'm not paying. My companion will..." Carol looked up, at the empty chair across the table. Thessaly was gone.

"Um," she said, in the frigid silence. "I don't seem to have my wallet on me."

"I see," the waiter said. "Fortunately, we have made alternative arrangements for riff-raff such as yourself. Come with me."

"I'm not going anywhere with... eeek! My towel!"

Some time later, a very abashed Carol shuffled out of the kitchen door, back into the main part of the restaurant, where she was greeted by a smattering of polite applause from the diners. Thessaly waved at her from a corner table.

"Looking sharp," she said, summoning Carol over. "That towel didn't suit you anyway."

"Shut up."

"Were you really going to dine and dash? Little thief. Well, now you have a new job. Don't worry. I'll make sure you're here every Monday night to work your shift."

"Here's your icecream." Carol laid the big creamy sundae down in front of Thessaly, who reached out and flipped up the front of Carol's tiny little lacy apron. Aside from cat ears, it was the only thing she wore. Thessaly tickled her, and said "Cute."

"Eeek! Let go!"

"That's not very good waitressing," Thessaly scolded, doubling down on the tickling as Carol squirmed. "Obedient and friendly, or no tip for you! And you only get paid in tips, remember?"

"Is that legal?"

"It's my restaurant."

"I'm sorry, Thessaly! I'll be good!"

"Good girl," said Thessaly, spinning Carol around so she faced the waiting diners, and giving her a slap on the bottom to get her started. "Off you go, then. These people won't feed themselves."

"But, Thessaly..."

"Yes, Carol?"

"...but I'm naked."

"Oh my god, that's right! Everyone, look! Carol is naked!"

"Ha ha ha!"