“Oh fuuuuuuuck!” Mike came, and Zel’s cheeks bulged with semen. She pulled her mouth away and jacked him off onto her tits, pushing gently upward with her fingers in his ass. Thick, creamy ropes of white covered her chest, and she let out a moan of delight, probably in seeing how much he had produced. Mike fell back on the rock, and Zel slowly slid her fingers out of him.
“That was really good,” Mike told her, his body going limp again. At least he wasn’t going to drown this time.
Zel climbed free of the water.
“What are you doing?”
Zel withdrew an empty glass vial from one of her bags. Sticking it to her lips, she filled the vessel with Mike’s cum. She did this with two more vessels before sticking her tongue out at him to reveal that her mouth was empty.
“I swallowed quite a bit of it,” she told him, grabbing another vial. She carefully collected what he had sprayed across her chest.
“Seriously, what are you doing?” Mike asked again.
“Everything in nature has special properties, no matter how small. In a way, your life force is in your semen.”
“I’m familiar with this,” Mike said. Abella had told him something similar after they first met.
“Your life force is also tied to a nymph. I want to analyze what you produced, see how I can use it in my potions.” Zel froze in place, suddenly aware of what she had said. “Oh, Mike, I’m sorry. Only with your permission. Say the word, and I will dump all these out. I’ve been so alone out here I forget what it’s like to be around others.”
Mike laughed. “You know what? It’s fine, as long as it never gets used against me or anything like that.” Breathing heavily, Mike stared at the sky. It didn’t bother him at all.
Despite the cool climate of the storage unit, Beth was hot enough that her deodorant was starting to fail. Her best guess was that a combination of stress and caffeine had overwhelmed her nervous system, and she was currently standing directly beneath an air vent in the hope of avoiding unsightly pit stains.
“Okay, so what’s the damage?” Lily asked, setting the last box back in place. Between the two of them, it had been nearly two hours of Lily lifting boxes aside to read their contents while Beth crossed them off. Currently, Beth was trusting that the boxes hadn’t been opened, mainly due to the fact that they had been sealed up extra tight with duct tape that had strange letters written across portions of it. She thought they were initials at first, but closer inspection made her think of Hebrew, or something similar.
“It’s so weird,” Beth said. “When I look at the stuff that’s missing, it’s nothing interesting. None of these boxes contains anything of actual value. Just random knickknacks. If anything, it looks like we are only missing maybe two boxes of items. Unless these things are antiques or something, I can’t imagine the financial loss is that great.” Beth turned over the paper. “Well, unless you count the missing grandfather clock.”
“Missing clock?” Lily undid her ponytail, her dark hair flowing freely across her shoulders.
“Yeah. An old grandfather clock. I don’t see it. However…” Beth stood on the corner of the pallet. “I imagine it was right here. You can see the gap where they didn’t stack anything.”
“That’s weird. From everything I saw, there was no mention of selling a clock. Just those boxes.”
“Well, that’s something for their lawyers to figure out. After all, clocks don’t just get up and walk away.” Beth stuck the papers in her briefcase, which was open on a stack of boxes. She closed it, sliding the locks into place. “This could have been way more work for me. Thanks for all your help.”
“Thanks for letting me tag along.” They walked out of the storage unit together, and Beth pulled down the door and then locked it. “I don’t know about you, but I am famished. Lunch isn’t holding me over like I thought it would.”
“I doubt there’s anywhere nearby we’d even want to eat, especially if it’s run by someone else in Randy’s family,” Lily said, her shoes clicking on the hard floor. They walked back into the sunlight, squinting at the sudden brightness.
“That’s probably true.” Walking past the office, Beth saw that Randy was fast asleep at his desk. “Such a hard worker,” she observed sarcastically.
“Hope he’s having good dreams,” Lily said with a smirk.
They got into Beth’s car, and Beth pulled out of the dirt lot and back onto the main road. They drove largely in silence, occasional small talk breaking up the trip. Beth pulled into the drive-thru of a local burger joint and requested extra fry sauce for Lily. The miles were swallowed up behind them until they found themselves back in the city. Beth dropped Lily off at the parking garage, noticing that the town car was gone.
“See you tomorrow?” Beth asked.
Lily winked, stepping out of the car and walking across the lot. Beth watched her disappear behind a concrete pillar, marveling at how helpful her new intern had already proven to be.
Navigating the cliff path took some effort, but Mike and Zel finally arrived at the door to the greenhouse. Standing before the giant wall of glass, Zel glanced up into the sky, her eyes round in wonder.
“I never thought about how it would feel to leave this place,” Zel said, lowering her gaze to the door. “I debated trying to sneak out a few times, but the human world is cruel to my kind, and I had nowhere else to go.”
“Why didn’t you bust out and speak to Emily?” Mike asked. “I’m sure she would have let you stay.”
“Maybe,” Zel admitted.
