S2-ENF-023 - SHOWER

Dr. Blithe’s voice came over the Foundation intercom.

“Code green. Repeat. Code green. Breakout in Sector Twelve. All Foundation staff must report to designated evacuation areas immediately. Repeat. Immediately. Code green. This is not a drill.”

Carol Song rolled her eyes.

“Please,” she said, as the hot water of the Sector Twelve women’s shower room cascaded down her bare back. Besides her, the rest of Artemis Containment Team Gamma scrubbed off the sweat of a hard day’s work. “I’m not falling for that one again.”

“Yeah,” scoffed Mariko, the authentic Japanese ninja, soap bubbles sliding down her lithe, slender legs and beading on the soft chrysanthemum-pink nipples of her small breasts. “How stupid does Blithe think we are?”

“He thinks we’re going to run outside naked,” said Sonya, the ice-eyed Russian blonde, massaging body lotion into her svelte curves and golden pubic bush. “And everyone will laugh at us. Pah! I spit the spit of Russia on his stupid tricks.”

“How dare he misuse the Foundation warning system?” complained Rosa, the tough Mexican tomboy, running her fingers through her short dark hair, water trickling down the slopes of her heavy coffee-coloured breasts, catching on her dark round nipples, beading on her silky black pubic hair and gliding over her pert, plump, smackable heart-shaped brown bottom. “What if there was a real emergency? This is a dirty trick, even for him.”

There was a chorus of agreement from the other Artemis girls, as they bathed together in the big communal shower. They were a strong-willed, fit, athletic bunch of women, toned from workouts and combat training, with a tendency towards short haircuts and even a few tattoos. Yet they were still distinctly, undeniably, deliciously feminine, with full breasts and round bottoms and sensuous rhythmic curves and enticingly velvety pussy lips, and any arcane monsters from exotic dimensions that happened to be peeping into the ladies’ shower room at just that moment would no doubt have enjoyed the view.

“Then we’re agreed,” said Carol, summing up the thoughts of all the other bathing naked ladies. “No evacuation. We’ll stay right where we are.”

There was a long, steamy pause. Then the door of the ladies’ shower room creaked up, and an arcane monster from another dimension squelched in, accompanied by a dozen giggling pixies doing somersaults in the air. “Hullo, girls,” it gurgled, as the Artemis ladies squealed and tried to hide behind each other. “We’re going to have some fun.”