A Bored Transylvanian And A Camera
Magenta amuses herself with an instant camera.
Bored, bored, bored. Magenta swept the feather duster over the mantel one last time, then dropped the duster and slumped onto the sofa. Bored, bored, bored, bored, bored.
I hate cleaning. I want my brother. But Riff was busy, as always. There were times when Magenta was jealous of those damn test tubes. Why should those stupid bits of glass get to have him all day when she, his sister, could only steal a fleeting hour or so between work and sleep? He was hers, dammit, not the bloody lab's!
She squeezed her eyes shut and rubbed her temples, knowing the frustration would build into a headache if she wasn't careful. After several deep breaths she opened her eyes again—and her gaze fell on a curious device sitting on an end-table across the room. Where did that come from?
She rose from the sofa and picked it up to examine it. It was one of those primitive Earth cameras. How did they work? It should have a button or something—ah! Here. Her finger found the button and pressed down. There was a flash; Magenta blinked the light from her eyes as the camera spat out a picture. Her own surprised face stared back at her from the slip of paper.
A mischievous smirk slipped over her features. She could have fun with this.
*.*.*
The motion of the scrubber was numbingly repetitive. In and out, in and out, in and out…
Riff shook himself. His mind was wandering. He dried the test tube he was holding and set it on the rack, but hesitated to pick up another. Furter wasn't here—sleeping, probably. There was no way he'd care or even notice if Riff didn't finish cleaning up. He could get away with leaving early—and he'd dearly like to be somewhere else. With Magenta, for instance. His lips twitched. In and out, in and out…
His smutty thoughts were interrupted by the creak of the ascending elevator. He looked up to see who it was—but the elevator was empty. Odd. He stepped into the metal cage to investigate. Taped to one side was what looked like a Polaroid photograph, face-down. He picked it up, and his mouth twitched into a half-smile: his name was scrawled on the back, accompanied by a scarlet lipstick print. Magenta. He flipped the picture over. It was indeed a shot of his sister—and she was very much naked. Across the bottom was written 'Follow Me'.
The lab could wait. How could he refuse an invitation like that?
He stepped into the elevator and jerked the lever, starting it downward. At the next floor he noticed another photo, and another some distance away—a trail. He followed the increasingly erotic snapshots down the winding corridors until he came to their bedroom. On the door was another picture, this one of Magenta beckoning seductively with a finger. He swung the door open slowly, his eyes moving to their bed. Beneath the sheets was a Magenta-shaped lump. Eyes burning with lust, he crept up on her and pounced, catching in his arms—
Pillows.
The bedroom door locked with an ominous click. "You are not going anywhere," purred a low, throaty voice. Rolling over, Riff saw the naked form of his sister stalking out of the shadows towards him. She dipped her beautiful head over his chest and trailed a line of kisses down him as she undid the buttons of his shirt. His eyes closed and his head rolled back with pleasure as she pulled down his trousers and ran her tongue around him. She nuzzled the flat plane of his stomach, then prostrated herself on top of him, mouthing his blissfully arched neck. He felt the tickle of warm breath on his ear and heard her voice, whispering sweetly:
"I'm more fun than that boring lab, aren't I?"
He had to admit, she was.
