The Curator Ch. 03

The squid activated again before she was ready. The remote said "Down Hard." She didn't remember that one from the list, but the list was pretty long. She gasped as the squid started up fast, alternating rapidly. There was no warm up or slow build up. It just started in fucking her like a rapist. Her body could respond rapidly, but not that rapidly. She was still tired from her long dance. It was very uncomfortable and she waited for her arousal level to catch up to the squid. If she was already worked up more, it could be pleasurable, but with the cold start it was more like she was being abused. It seemed to take forever for a sexual response, like her body couldn't make up its mind. She could feel her nether lips starting to swell, but she didn't even feel the flush of arousal starting to spread when she got a series of short sudden contractions. It wasn't very fulfilling, more like a technicality. Then, the squid shut off as quickly as it started. She was actually disappointed and frustrated, but at the same time knew the clock started again now.

Sue started off down the hall towards the elevator. She was partway down the hall when she remembered that she needed her purse and money for the snack bar. She turned around, unlocked her office, grabbed it and took off again. She walked steadily and purposefully in the heels, careful to place each foot down squarely. To her it seemed like practically a run within what she could accomplish. The extra weight of the heels with their lusterite soles combined with her sore muscles from dancing made a swaying walk with rocking hips the most manageable. She knew her hips were putting on quite a show to Bill at the guardpost if he was watching the camera. She was not very efficient at walking in the heels yet and knew she probably looked awkward in them, but she also could tell she was getting the hang of them more and more.

Her legs were feeling the burn from the unaccustomed forced movements as she finally pushed the button for the elevator. In a way, it was a welcome distraction from the relentless burning in her loins. She didn't have time to be distracted; she was on a mission. The elevator seemed to take forever but opened at last. Maintenance men were bringing down a set of crates on hand trucks. "Sorry Ma'am, couple minutes." Sue could feel her blood pressure rising. This wasn't in her plan.

They finally finished and gave her the nod. As the elevator doors were closing, she overheard one of them say, "Nice piece of ass for a geek chick." She thought it could have been the nicest compliment she ever heard. Two days ago, she would have felt degraded and objectified. Somehow, it seemed more fitting now. Before the elevator started to rise, the squid started again. It was right on-time even if she wasn't. She checked the remote and put it back into her purse. It said, "Twister."

She didn't know that mode either, but soon understood. The vibrations seemed to start on one side of the squid and then to circle around slowly on the outside. It didn't seem to be the head of the squid so much as individual tentacles. As each tentacle vibrated, it would press in against the walls of her vagina and then relax as it was replaced by the next tentacle. It would keep changing direction of rotation at random intervals at unpredictable points along the circle.

At first the feeling was weird, but soon the novelty was simply a turn on that was making her crazy, more of a tease than anything else. Bill was looking her direction as soon as the doors opened into the lobby. No...he was looking right at her. Even with her glasses, she couldn't tell where, specifically, he was watching at this distance, but she had an idea. It was a long careful walk to the ladies' room. Every step sent a new tingle through her along with a twinge of fear that she trip and draw attention to herself.

Bill seemed concerned at first, but when he saw where she was headed he seemed to understand and went back to watching the monitors. Sue opened the door to the restroom like she was entering a sanctuary--refuge awaited. Closing the door to the stall, she immediately pulled down her tights and started fingering herself. The tease of the squid was like a bad itch and she had to scratch it. Again it seemed to read her body. The tingle of the tentacles would move opposite of her fingers sending an arch of tension between the two. Soon her whole body was arching in tension. Someone else came into the restroom, but she didn't care. If anything, she was getting more and more frantic.

"Are you alright?" echoed faintly. She gasped out an unconvincing, "Yes, I'm fine." After a pregnant pause of indecision, she heard the door close. The orgasm came with a powerful surge. All the tentacles kicked in at first. As the contractions started to subside, the main head of the squid kicked in as well and drove her right back up to the top. She felt forced somehow and it was delicious. She instinctually grabbed her sex as if trying to contain something inside, but all it did was reinforce the feeling. Sue sat there on the toilet seat panting for a minute or so before realizing her plight and the fact that she only had 9 minutes until the next time. She pulled up her tights and rushed out barely taking the time for a wrinkle-smoothing clothing rearrangement.

Sue marched across the marble floor with a series of pronounced heel clicks which seemed to echo through the whole lobby. No one else seemed to notice except Bill. He seemed to notice everything--absolutely, everything. She was actually starting to have a sense of appreciation for his ever vigilant adolescent desires.

She saw snow still falling through the revolving door windows. The drafty lobby air once again penetrated her thin tights with their lack of underwear; she felt naked from the waist down. Her nipples were uncharacteristically hardening in response, but she didn't want to look down to see if they protruded underneath her sweater. The hot lube started to reassert itself again halfway across the lobby creating a fire and ice style of sensation. She desperately wanted to stop walking and take a quick breather, but knew that it would seem odd, drawing unwanted attention. She toughed it out and kept going. Once past the lobby, the air was warmer so she relaxed a little. She clicked past the dinosaur exhibit, past the meteorite cases and then eventually into the learning center onwards to snack bar. Straight into the restroom, she felt the vibrations starting almost as soon as the door closed.

This time the remote said "Slow and Steady." Not what she needed at all right now. She noticed a small icon that she hadn't seen before. The icon was a hand covered with the typical circle and slash for no. It didn't take a PhD to know that she better not touch herself down there this time. She would need to let the squid do the work and wait it out. She checked her watch. The snack bar closed in less than 20 minutes. It didn't seem like she would have enough time. She was too hungry and had come too far to wait. She didn't want to attempt reaching the deli or Chinese restaurant down the street in the snow with high heels. She didn't want to chance driving with the squid in her.

She steeled herself and took a deep breath. The vibrations were distracting, but manageable. She knew it wouldn't stay that way forever. She headed out of the restroom reaching the counter after a careful and rather arousing walk. She heard herself say, "I'll have the Dinoburger and Mummifries combo to go." Usually that meant a stale burger from the bin, but this time she had to wait for a fresh one. She went to sit down while waiting to be called.

She fidgeted in the hard plastic chair and was breathing a little heavier than normal. Fortunately, the few people in the snack bar were oblivious. The build-up was starting and the vibrations were getting harder to ignore. She kept her hands up on the table and tried to look relaxed through sheer force of will. What were they doing back there?

Finally she heard them call out that her food was ready. She stood up and felt a rush of new sensations then a touch of dizziness. She definitely needed to eat. The smell was far more amazing than it should have been. Between the desire in her stomach and the forced fulfillment of desire between her legs, she knew that "to go" was out of the question. She shakily walked to an out-of-the-way table with her tray. When she sat down she knew she would not be going anywhere for a while.

The steady buildup of the squid was making it hard to eat, but it wasn't overwhelming. She even forgot about it for a couple minutes while digging into the fresh juicy burger. She was nearly done with the last of her fries when she noticed her breathing was strained. Squirming in the chair was hard to resist, she focused on keeping her breath under control. The squid was throbbing harder. The head was expanding and contracting slightly. She didn't know it could do that. Were there no limits to this thing? She wished her piece of crap car was engineered as well. The effect was amazing. It felt like the vibrations were racing all around.

Some of the few remaining customers were leaving. She noticed the metal shutter for the snack bar window had been rolled down, closed right on time. She desperately wanted to be done and to get back down to the basement. The slow pace was maddening. She didn't want to take the slightest chance on increasing the lockdown time so she kept her hands up on top of the table like a schoolgirl following instructions.

The squid was still increasing slightly. Sue barely noticed the sideways glances as the last customers finally left the snack counter. She was completely absorbed in the pleasure and beyond the ability to control herself any longer. She had a white knuckle grip on the edge of the table and leaned back on the seat with her legs spread lewdly. She tried to circle her hips while the squid played her. The heat from the hot lube and her exertions was taking its toll and she was dripping in sweat. The devious little microprocessor was shifting the pace of vibrations and the swelling of the squid expertly. It seemed to be getting better and better at reading her reactions. The thought was a bit terrifying. It kept her in check only allowing her a slow increase in pleasure, a little at a time.

She kept checking the clock. She had been there for over a half hour since the snack bar closed. She loved every minute, but also hated it. Her fear of getting caught and utterly embarrassed was like a caged panic waiting to be released. It seemed to be interfering with her finally being able to let go. At last she felt the first contractions. They got stronger and she gasped, then they got even stronger before spasming sharply. With the hot lube it felt like she had a curling iron up her cleft, but she couldn't help trying to squeeze it with her best Cleopatra grip. Over a minute later and the contractions were still going. She could hardly breathe and her sex muscles were aching. The squid head expanded and this time stayed large and full...more than she remembered it ever doing before. Her sheath tried to contract even tighter around it and that was it--one last huge contraction and it was over. The squid shrank and she found herself riding out delicious aftereffects while catching her breath.

One of the custodians came in with a rolling cart and seemed surprised to find her. Sue casually walked over to the trash bin and emptied her tray then walked out. She felt the custodian's eyes following her, but neither had anything to say.