001's Delivery from Containment to Executive - 1.

001 was a Mailgirl. That perception held as tight as a drum whilst she passed a pair of analysts in the corridors of the Ritual Division. They didn't see a Director Faden stripped of her dignity and streaking to get out of an Altered Item's perverse clutch, instead, they saw a mere Mailgirl in the middle of an errand. Naked eye candy whose job it was was to run around with cylindrical objects in their hands for the entertainment of others.

Their eyes tracked her as she ran like she was doing a drunken college party dare, bare feet slapping on concrete as she passed them, but not without one giving her a wolf whistle, merely out of casual appeciation. After all, 001 was eye candy; she was meant to be visually enjoyed carnally.

001, in turn, flushed. She'd blame the mild, yet terrifyingly growing arousal that the item caused, if she was ever asked about it.

Two random employees in Ritual Division, and the researchers she was surrounded with when the Time card activated were not going to be the only ones to see her; for Research was looped around the area known as Central Research, a wide, bright, open space with a cafeteria at the bottom, and a massive staircase all the way up from the bottom to Emily Pope's office. That would be hell - the research team complained all the time, and the joke was that they got the floor with the fuck-off sized staircase because if they didn't, they'd all fail cardio - but 001 had a cheat to avoid that; she could just fly up.

And so she did. Running out to the crowds of workers, she leapt off the balcony and into the air, soaring across the wide open space to the elevators. All while trying not to think too hard about the show she was putting on.

She could feel the personnel on the stairs and below watching her, appreciating the total visibility of 001's body. She tried not to mind her nakedness, nor the way her own body was betraying her as she progressed. A ticking clock where the countdown was that increasing urge to touch herself down there.

Running on foot would have made this hell - thank whoever was listening she could fly.

The nude redhead punched the elevator for Containment, and in the rare moment of privacy, she sighed.

"Fuck," she whimpered. The gentle, amonalous throbbing in her nether regions didn't abate, despite her plea. her nipples were so hard she felt the hardness, even stationary.

"I'm going to burn this thing when I'm done," she gasped, opening and closing her legs in the elevator, unaware that it dinged already.

An employee, a one Jason Torres, rounded a corner to use the elevator and saw her in that state.

001 turned, and was almost mortified. Almost.

The perception changes that the PU tagged Altered Item performed held with a terrifying grip on the minds of others. Jason didn’t gasp; he didn’t recoil or offer a hand to cover her. In his eyes, Jesse was not the Director stripped of her authority and her clothing, but instead, she was merely 001, a mailgirl sent on a route. Erotic Eye Candy.

He simply stood as 001 opened and closed her legs slowly, even as she faced him, trying in vain to fight the burgeoning arousal going through her, merely admiring the show he was given. Torres gaze tracked the trajectory of her hip and leg movements opening and closing her folds, and then down a little more as he followed a bead of liquid arousal as it wandered down 001's thighs. When she looked at him, he looked up just enough to leer at the sweat on her breasts glisten in the brightness of the elevator, and the hint of her red hair trying in vain to hide her senitive, exposed nipples from him.

For 001, the knowledge that someone was seeing her in this way, that he was witnessing her in this state of total erotic visibility - and perhaps, because of the Time Card itself - was enough to send a mild jolt of lust straight to her crotch.

Thus, her efforts to calm herself were in vain by the mere gaze of one random employee.

The wetness between her legs were still a faint, pulsing demand, but 001 powered through, like she did with everything else.

So with a heave, she pushed herself off the elevator wall to a standing position, and with her slightly shaky legs, she walked past him without a word.

As soon as she stepped into the sector proper, the air of Containment's corridors brushed against her erogenous parts, and her hips swayed slightly with unconscious invitation that wouldn't be accepted or taken as she progressed further. Jason remained still, his expression one of mild curiousity, not even caring to reach her face longer than it took to make eye contact and allow him to assert that he was more interested in her ass and tits, whist in contrast, 001 felt the internal crescendo of arousal fighting her in a battle she was afraid of losing. She didn't look back after the momentary eye contact; just forwards, where she needed to go.

"Okay, pneumatic tube, and then to fucking Executive."

Easy enough.