Wake Up

Pink lights flashed from the screen. Lois blinked, reflexively, but the staccato stutter of the strobing pink left after-images on the back of her eyes. It was almost painful, but she couldn't look away. And the voice was speaking to her again...only this time it was more familiar. Why, Lois couldn't place...

An image flashed on the screen, very briefly. Lois could hardly make it out, but she could feel her body respond to it, a stir of sexual interest in her loins.

But what did I see?

Lois shook her head, trying to clear it, to focus...the voice was saying something about...forgetting...

The image flashed again. Lois pussy spasmed once, automatically, uncontrollably. The reporter panted, trying to get a hold of herself. Her nipples were hard. What...

The image flashed again. Her pussy clenched spasmodically, as though trying to milk an invisible cock. Lois gasped for breath, and looked down at herself...she was wearing her shirt, but no bra.

When did that happen? The voice, still speaking, words almost too soft to hear, was almost like a recording of her own voice. Lois tried to focus on the words, what it was saying. Something about getting dressed and...

The image flashed again. Lois clutched the arms of the chair, her cunt suddenly on fire. It felt like there was something stuck, deep inside of her. She placed a hand over lower abdomen, and wondered why. The reporter shook her head, unable to get away from the strobing pink light, the constant voice that was so like her own.

She slipped a hand down her pants—When did I put those on?—and no panties barred her way as her fingers swept past damp hair. Her pussy was wet as anything, and she could feel the familiar heat of sexual excitement.

It's been a long time since I've had anything between my legs. Lois thought to herself, feeling the ache need in her nether regions. Hasn't it?

The image flashed again. The reporter stood before the blank computer screen. She blinked in the light of the pale fluorescent lights overhead, and looked around the breakroom. Her heart was beating a little fast, and there was a familiar itch between her legs. Looking down at her shirt, Lois noticed wryly that her nipples were hard, tenting out her shirt, advertising to the world that he wasn't wearing a bra.

Lois smiled to herself. A little advertising doesn't hurt. Maybe I'll get lucky tonight.

Maria was standing at the door, looking at her.

"Hey," the younger woman gave the reporter a nervous smile. "You all done?"

"Computer doesn't work. Doesn't matter though. Let's go."

"Sure thing!" Maria gave her that anxious grin again. "Go where?"