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_elf Storage | Chapter 3 free porn video
_elf Storage
by Janice Dreamer
Copyright 2012
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Chapter 3
* * * * *
"Sooooo, our laddie here dreams of being a lass. Interesting," Ells
mused aloud. He riffled the stack of printouts he'd picked up from where
it lay besides Colin's recliner.
"He's also got Fey blood in him, just look at that aura," Bruno
muttered.
He handed over the object he'd been peering through at the slumbering
Colin. It looked like an old fashioned pair of opera glasses but the
lenses were an opaque matte black. When Ells and Max in turn looked
through the glasses they clearly saw swirling patterns of silvery tinged
rainbow light dancing in the air an inch or so above Colin's skin.
"Pity we've no scryer locally," Ells commented absentmindedly. A
skillful practitioner could read Colin's aura and determine his
bloodline back to great grandparents in minutes, even further given
reference books and sufficient time.
"This answers some questions but opens up many more. Like which clan is
he? Ally or Antagonist? Seelie or Unseelie?" Ells paused, staring off
into the distance. He seemed to come to a decision. "Still... he did
claim to be Danu dedicated... and the aura's silver touched... we should
extend aid."
"So what do we do now, Boss?" Max asked.
"What we do best, of course -- make his dreams come true."
* * * * *
"Your 3:15 is here Ms Callahan. Shall I show them in?"
"Excuse me?" Dina clicked on her calendar and confirmed it was blank.
She pressed the intercom button. "Cynthia I thought the afternoon was
clear?"
"Sorry, there must have been a glitch when I made the appointment. It's
here on the calendar," her secretary responded. Dina could hear someone
vaguely in the background then Cynthia said in a dreamy voice, "These
aren't the 'droids we're looking for."
"What?" Dina's voice came sharply from the speaker in the outer office.
Ells turned to Bruno with a frown and a raised eyebrow.
"Sorry boss. I always wanted to try that..." Bruno shrugged and looked
up at Ells with a lopsided grin.
"Okay Obi-Wan, stop fooling around and get us in there."
"Cynthia, show the gentlemen in," Bruno said to the secretary.
She stood and ushered them through the door to the inner office. Dina
rose from behind her desk with a scowl. "That will be all, Cynthia,
thank you."
"Good afternoon gentlemen," Dina extended her hand to shake. "I'm
Director Callahan but please call me Dina."
"Well 'tis a pleasure to meet you, Dina lass. I'm Ells and these are my
associates, Doctor Dullard and Professor Moron."
"Excuse me?" Dina pulled her hand back and moved to the interoffice
intercom. "If this is your idea of a joke, I'll have security come
listen in -- they have a great sense of humor."
"Now, now, lassie. Hold your horses, I've something important to show
you..." Ells stepped forward with his closed hand held up to chest
level, palm upwards. Dina turned slightly as he spoke and Ells flicked
his fingers outward sending a slightly luminous puff of dust into her
face.
Dina blinked, suddenly feeling very warm towards these odd visitors.
They were her best friends and she could trust them with her deepest
secret thoughts. She smiled and gestured to a conversation corner,
"Won't you sit down?"
Ells and Dina took seats on the sofa while Bruno and Max rummaged
through the office, looking in the file cabinets and surfing her
computer.
"So tell me something about yourself, lass," Ells said, opening the
floodgates to her soul.
* * * * *
"Director! Please, you *know* how delicate these trial samples are!"
Marshal Arts, a lead research scientist, whined.
Max and Bruno, the objects of his protests, bounced about the lab poking
their noses into everything. Ells and Dina stood to one side discussing
the various projects currently in development.
"This is our cancer department. We're focusing on prostate, testicular,
ovarian, breast and cervical carcinomas." Dina grinned self consciously.
"I guess it seems our minds are in the gutter?"
"No, not at all dear girl, please go on," Ells encouraged.
"We're working on a new concept of gene re-sequencing to switch off the
growth of tumorous cells..."
"Director Callahan -- Dina! I must insist! These gentlemen could ruin
thousands of hours of work!"
"Nonsense, Marshal, they won't hurt anything."
"Professor, why don't you show Dr Arts here that pollen sample you've
got?" Ells said to Bruno.
"Huh?"
"Dust him, idiot!"
"Oh!" Bruno approached Marshal and momentarily all protests stopped and
the researcher was falling all over himself in his attempts to be
helpful.
"What sort of name is Marshal Arts anyway? Poor laddie's parents must
have fancied themselves quite the jokesters," Ells remarked with a shake
of his head. "Now lassie, tell me of your boyfriend, Colin."
* * * * *
"So Dina, darlin' we're clear on how to help Colin, now aren't we?" Ells
asked. They were back in her office, once more seated in the plush
conversation grouping that her rank in the company rated for
entertaining important visitors. Bruno and Max were also seated this
time but didn't participate in the discussion, instead they nudged and
poked at each other constantly, snickering like four year olds forced to
share the backseat on a long car trip.
"Yes, we need to help poor Colin achieve his dream," Dina said
earnestly.
"And Bruno and Max here will be droppin' by from time to time to assist
with the formulation of his medication."
"Of course, Ells, we've been all through this. Dr. Arts knows they have
special and exclusive access to treatment material for subject 11-11.
Everything's set. Anonymity. Security. Timeline. Care plan. Nothing's
left to chance." Dina spoke with authority.
"Ah, lassie, that's where you're mistaken," Ells said with an amused
twinkle in his eye. "In my experience *everything* is left to chance."
* * * * *
The sound of tinkling bells drew Colin's attention to one of the storage
units down the line which had its door rolled up.
A large swarm of sparkly motes swirled in the air over a rack containing
upright straws packed closely together. It looked as if each of the
sparkles was dripping something, so that a shower of dust sprinkled down
into the open ends of the upended straws. After a few minutes of this
the sparkles swooped down to the straws and lifted them into the air
with several of the flying sparkles carrying each straw. They dropped
these into a cardboard carton labeled "Pixie Lix" and flew off.
When the carton was filled more flickering motes came and lifted the
box, carrying it into the storage unit. Simultaneously two new
battalions of sparkles flew out of the storage unit, one group carrying
an empty carton and the second carrying empty straws that they then
deposited vertically into the filling rack, and the whole process
started over again.
Colin had to indulge his curiosity so he strolled over to get a closer
look. Each of the tiny sparkly motes was a perfect little woman with
dragonfly wings. They were all replicas of the classic Disney cartoon
Tinkerbell. Each miniature girl hovered over the rack of empty straws
and strained, wriggling her butt until a tiny droplet fell from her bum.
Colin grinned ruefully and was glad he'd never been a big fan of the
sticky sweet powdered candy as a child.
He shrugged and returned to his own unit. Colin was finding the
activities around the storage units more fascinating than his lair and
its contents.
* * * * *
"Honey?"
Colin glanced up. He calmed his mind, preparing himself for what was to
come. He was very familiar with the syrupy, slightly wheedling tone Dee
was using. She wanted something and didn't want him to realize he was
being manipulated. She would be mortified and loudly deny she ever did
such a thing if he were to make the mistake of mentioning it to her.
"Mmmm?" he feigned ignorant male inattention and continued flipping
through the magazine. One of the unexpected bonuses of moving in with
Dee was access to her fashion magazines -- he was reading an issue of
Cosmo camouflaged inside a Sports Illustrated. As much as he'd of liked
to, he'd never purchased women's magazines before, always terrified of
being spotted by someone he knew.
"Look at me, Colin," she said, slightly irritated. Ever since her good
friend Ells had revealed Colin's secret desires she'd begun noticing
things. For instance how he would appraise the way women looked -- not
like a normal guy, zeroing in on boobs or legs or butt; instead he'd
notice things that another woman might, like the color she was wearing
wasn't right for her, or she needed a different hairstyle. Or the fact
that he knew the names for all kinds of women's fashions; most men
didn't know the difference between an empire waistline and an A-line
dress but Colin did. Now there was his feeble attempt to disguise the
fact he was reading her Cosmo inside a sports magazine.
She was discovering that she loved him just as much but in a different
way -- more like the sister she never had. She still thought his body
was sexy and looked forward to enjoying sex with him while he was still
interested. But her view of their relationship was in flux.
When he finally closed the magazine and turned to her she smiled
sweetly. "I think I've figured out a way for you to earn some extra
money. It would help you make your half of the expenses that you insist
on paying -- despite, may I remind you, my repeated offers to cover the
expenses as necessary." She waved her hands in the air, consciously
stopping herself. "But be that as it may, are you interested?"
"Sure I'm interested. What's the deal?"
"It's pretty simple -- I'm surprised I didn't think of it before. My
company has a shortage of male double blind test participants. You could
sign up for one of our studies."
"I don't know, Dee. I mean testing drugs? Isn't that dangerous?"
"Oh pooh. Don't be silly Hon. You don't think I'd ask you to do anything
that could harm you, do you?" She looked straight into his eyes, the
poster girl for wide-eyed innocence.
"No, I don't suppose you would... It's just... well, hell, Dee, I don't
like the idea of putting untested chemicals in my body."
"They *have* been tested. Extensively. On a variety of animals and
cultured cells. These are the final clinical trials. There's no danger
to your health whatsoever. In fact there's a darn good chance it will
*improve* your health."
"Weeeellllll..."
"It would solve your financial problems -- you'll be surprised how much
we pay. Besides, it would really be a big help to me at work."
Colin sighed. If he didn't go along with this she'd pout and make his
life a living hell until he finally capitulated. Might as well save
himself all that and earn some bonus points in the bargain.
"Okay, okay. What do I have to do?"
* * * * *
Colin sat in a paper gown in an exam room and waited. He'd been poked
and probed and stuck and stabbed and was losing patience with the whole
process. He had just endured a full body MRI scan and hopefully that
completed the preliminaries.
A short rap and the door swung open. Dr Marshal Arts -- who named their
kid that? -- entered brusquely. He consulted a tablet in silence for a
long moment, completely ignoring Colin. Good thing he's a research
Doctor, Colin thought, his bedside manner sucked.
"Okay, looks like you're all set Mr. ah... O'Brien." Arts finally looked
up and regarded Colin like a side of beef he was contemplating
butchering. He consulted his tablet once more then went over to a
counter and bustled about in the cabinets and drawers, eventually
removing a vial from a small refrigerator and filling a syringe.
He turned back to face Colin holding a small tray containing the
syringe, alcohol swabs, gauze pads and bandaids. Colin rolled the sleeve
up on his gown and presented his shoulder, but the Dr shook his head,
grinned, and twirled his finger indicating Colin needed to turn around
and bend over. Colin endured two injections in his gluteus maximus then
was instructed to get dressed.
"You need to come back every week for a set of injections," Arts told
him perfunctorily. "Make an appointment with the secretary." He handed
him a couple of pill bottles. "Take these twice a day, the instructions
are on the label."
"Hey wait a minute, Doc," Colin said quickly as the Dr was turning to
leave.
Arts paused with his hand still on the doorknob and gave Colin a look of
exaggerated patience.
"What's this stuff supposed to do to me? Nobody's even mentioned if it's
some kind of antidepressant, or a new wart medicine, or the cure for the
common cold."
Arts had a pained expression on his face. He spoke as if to a dim witted
child. "You're not *supposed* to know, Mr. O'Brien. There's at least a
50% chance that nothing at all will happen, you could be receiving a
placebo. If it's the real treatment it might have no effect on you. Or
if it does have an effect we don't want the results to be tainted by any
preconceived ideas or expectations you may have."
"But..."
"No, Mr. O'Brien, no buts. In order to maintain the integrity of the
data we must have absolute secrecy."
Colin sighed, resignedly.
Arts loosened up on his cold, clinical manner and said reassuringly,
"Don't worry, you will *not* be harmed in any way, I can assure you
that. If you've been given the genuine treatment and it works as
expected you may be very pleased with the results. And you'll be well
compensated."
* * * * *
To be continued...
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