S2-ENF-021 - SUMMONING

“Ah, Dr. Cifuentes. Glad you could make it.”

Melissa Cifuentes halted in the doorway of Dr. Blithe’s main lecture theater, in front of dozens of eager interns and lab techs, all eager to discover the master scientist’s latest insights into the fundamental nature of reality. Blithe, a huge grin on his face, was beckoning her forward. Reluctantly, she walked out onto the stage before the smirking students and said “How can I help you, Dr. Blithe?”

“I just wanted to demonstrate what a good intern you are,” said Blithe. “Melissa here knows it’s her job to come running every time I summon her over the intercom, no matter where she is or what she might be doing at the time. After all, the fate of humankind itself might be at stake. Isn’t that right, Melissa?”

“Yes, Dr. Blithe.”

“Right now, of course, there’s nothing the matter at all. You may go, Melissa.”

“Thank you, Dr. Blithe,” said Melissa. She had been about to hop into the shower when Dr. Blithe called, and was thus wearing nothing but her lucky rainbow polka-dot panties, which left her pert breasts bare and did almost nothing to conceal her round hips and spankable ass. She clasped her hands firmly over her limber brown body, smiled awkwardly at the giggling students, and sidestepped as fast as she could out of the room. There was the sound of footsteps fleeing very rapidly down the corridor.

“Loyalty is so important,” said Dr. Blithe, and resumed his lecture. Around ten minutes later, which by a strange coincidence was precisely the amount of time it took for the average young woman to run all the way from Blithe’s lecture theater to the women’s locker room, plus a little bit extra to allow for panty removal, he tapped the communicator on his wrist and said “Melissa Cifuentes to Room C-15, please.”

From somewhere in the distance, about ten minutes’ sprint away, there came a very faint but unmistakable scream of inarticulate rage. And the sound of running feet.