Chapter Three
The very next day, Rhonda Fleming was still working the exact same routine, within the exact same desk, in the exact same room, and at the exact same general time and schedule. But as long as she was able to spend at least a little bit of personal time alone with Jasmine at the end of each and every day, it would all still be worth it. It must've been a miracle that neither have been caught together in such acts, whether by security cameras or even human witnesses. She continued on her examinations and research into DNA and the potential mutations of such, especially how they almost always lead to the gifting of powers and abilities onto so many certain and special individuals in the world.
And as if on usual timing and inspection, Hobie, Jessica, and Billy made their way into the room, looking around and observing each and every detail and corner in this somewhat packed yet almost otherwise-empty room apart from its daily worker. Soon, they each waved and greeted Rhonda, who in turn pulled her focus and attention away from her work for a moment and greeted and waved back almost the same way.
"'Allo there, Ms Fleming", Billy spoke up first. "How goes the work?"
"Hello, Mr Braddock", Rhonda replied. "Fine as usual, just looking over how we know the X-Gene works and how it only seems to spawn in so many yet random people".
"Yeah, we know at least a few mutants", Jessica brought up as she took a glance at the monitor screen and the open contents on it.
"So what fascinates you about this sort-of stuff?" Hobie asked.
"I guess I just am", Rhonda answered rather nonchalantly. "I'm intrigued by the idea that just about anyone could get any kind of super-power under any kind-of circumstance".
"Really, huh?" Billy laid his chin on his closed knuckles, as if in deep philosophical thought too, before bringing up another subject. "So how are your parents like?"
Rhonda looked up as if a brainstorm went off in her head. "Honestly, I don't know", Rhonda answered uncertainly. "It has been a really long while since I last see either of them at a young age. I almost feel adopted by the world as a whole instead".
"Interesting", Hobie cocked a brow in suspicion. "Well, we'll be leaving you to it and be going along our way. Take it easy, love". He said as he carried on walking on his way back out with Jessica and Billy close beside him.
"You too", Rhonda greeted with a brief farewell. And as she did, certain memories still drifted in her mind, vague memories.
Meanwhile, Jasmine was still where she would normally be every day at the new building of Parker Industries, standing over with both hands firmly placed on the desk itself while watching her assistant work with the monitor and keyboard. She even still wore the same silvery-grey dress and accessories as she did the other day. Both women checked through some of the same files as usual, and even the occasional glimpse at the ongoing security camera footage continually captured every now and then.
Just then, they both spotted three familiar individuals walking their way in from the same exact door as last time and passing on by as if to check on everything at a time on a daily routine. However, something that Jasmine and her assistant soon noticed about at least one of the three was that Hobart Brown in particular had white bandages tickle wrapped around both his hands. Already, so many questions, ideas, and speculations ran through both Jasmine's mind and even that of her assistant as well.
"Jessica, William, Hobart", Jasmine recognised all three at once. "I wasn't expecting to see any of you today".
"That's us", Billy shrugged and pointed at himself with both thumbs and a typically quirky smile. "Always unexpected. Well, almost always unexpected".
"Are you okay? Can I get you anything?" Jasmine asked.
"We're cool, we're fine, no worries", Jessica quickly answered, turning back a bit and slightly waving off.
"Just see to it that we're not disturbed, allright love?" Hobie added as the automatic door opened up in front go him, Jessica, and Billy.
"Uhm...yes sir", Jasmine replied with confusion and curiosity, observing the three carrying on their way before the door closed in behind them.
"Did you see how banged up that man's hands were?" Jasmine's assistant spoke up and asked.
"Yes I did", Jasmine responded, wondering and pondering as to why and how that would be. Did the three get caught up in some experiment gone wrong or some other incident, and only one of them took most of the blow? She wasn't one to judge solely and primarily on looks and appearances alone, but from the style of clothing Hobie wore and even the way he'd usually speak seemed like he wouldn't be up to too much good.
"Jasmine? You okay?" Her assistant questioned, snapping her out from her deep thoughts.
"Yes, fine", Jasmine nodded, albeit still in just enough thought. "Just a hunch".
Up to now, Jasmine used to wonder what the life of her girlfriend Rhonda used to be like before the two ever even met. But here and now, her mind still filled with more mysteries.
Later in the same day, Jasmine checked the little digital clock and time in the lower right corner of the monitor screen to see that it was getting close to her time of dismissal. She left her assistant on the desk to sign and log off everything else for the rest of the day. Leaving the room and heading on her way to the lift, Jasmine soon spotted someone else already inside as the steel doors parted open, Rhonda Fleming herself leaning back with arms folded and crossed. Both women beamed smiles of gladness as soon as they saw each other before Jasmine stepped into the lift itself and the doors closed once more.
"Hey, Rhonda", Jasmine said as she stood back against the inner wall of the lift right next to her girlfriend.
"Hey, Jasmine", Rhonda greeted back. "How has your day been today, honey?" Rhonda ask "Anything special happen with you?"
"Same old", Jasmine huffed. "Watching someone else as they watch a computer for what feels like hours on end. How about you?"
"Same old as well", Rhonda answered back. "I did see those nice three people again".
"Those guys that Mr Parker put in charge?" Jasmine questioned, to which Rhonda nodded with a hum. "Oh yeah, right. I did as well. I even saw that Hobart has some bandages around his hands".
"Oh really?" Rhonda noticed. "I didn't catch that. How do you think that is?"
"Who knows..." Jasmine sighed. "I wish I knew". Looking up at one of the upper corners of the lift, she soon spotted the tiny light of green turn next to the hidden security camera turn red for a second or two before going out. Already, along with the lift actually not having been moved yet, Jasmine knew what this could mean, and what she could do. With a subtle and suggestive smile, Jasmine leant closely towards Rhonda and whispered softly into her ear. "The security camera in the lift is switched off".
As soon as she heard her say that, Rhonda's face lit up slightly, glancing about for a bit before forming a smile as well. "In that case, how good are your fingers today?"
"Oh they're still very good", Jasmine responded.
"Prove it", Rhonda whispered one last time before her lips attached onto Jasmine's owner and their eyes closed once more.
Jasmine pinned Rhonda, rather fiercely and right up against the lift wall, cupping her hands around the ginger-head's perfect neck. Rhonda lifted her trembling arms and hands right above head as her sandwiched body kept grinding between the wall and steel bar behind her and Jasmine's own perfect body in front of her, just as equally perfect as her own.
Biting her lips with intent, Jasmine snaked her right hand in between Rhonda's short lab coat like curtains and snuck their way down and inside her white trousers. Rhonda already knew full-well what Jasmine would do to her, and she too wanted it so badly, so she jerked her hips forth, begging those fingers to touch and hook into her slit. In response, Jasmine slid in not one, not two, but three fingers straight inside, hooking them good and tightly within those warm wet walls that constricted and contracted.
With those strong slender fingers pumping deep within her, Rhonda tensed up her shoulders and let out a few shuddered breaths from her quivering lips, her hands gripped tightly on the smooth steel bar behind her. Her pelvis kept on thrusting good and hard as she rode Jasmine's quick yet elegant fingers, free, wild, and ready to leap over that edge. Jasmine gazed down at Rhonda's sweaty, shaking and arching neck, observing that lovely little necklace, the very one she bought for her.
Jasmine then planted her lips and tongue deep against the neck, and suckled gently on it, causing more heavy moans to erupt from Rhonda herself. Rhonda's eyes teared and almost moved upward before flickering shut and tightly, her body rolled and gyrated with those speedy fingers, while her tense muscles twitched and stiffened up. Even with her eyes wide shut, she could see visions, visions of angels, all around and dancing in the sky.
Soon, with one last grunt of her voice and one last thrust of her hips, Rhonda finally came forth and climaxed upon Jasmine's very fingers and palm. Those angels in Rhonda's visions were leaving her here, forever goodbye. Jasmine chuckled faintly as she felt the juices ooze into her hand, rewarding her for her services, before freeing her fingers, glazed in sweetness, sucking them up good and clean. A slightly dark stain spread from Rhonda's trousers, leaking down one of her legs.
"Shall we go down to the ground floor then?" Jasmine suggested. "And head back home?"
"Yeah, yeah we should", Rhonda didn't hesitate to answer, even with her senses still rebooting themselves.
To be continued...