Written by PML — 2011 — from WamLibrary
m/f, slime
She was just standing there. There was no good reason for her to be there, but still, she just stood right there, in the middle. She seemed to be paying attention to the door in front of her, although there would often quick glances to other features of the room. The carpet, the Manchester United Poster, the poster of her with some guy with an Afro, the light fitting, the table behind her, the security cameras at the four corners of the room. The big red button on the table. She kept her focus on the door mainly.
She stood there in an open white shirt, clearly a size too big for her slim frame, which did not hide her rounded breasts. She had a light pink miniskirt, which barely hid her modesty, although it did plenty to lift her backside. Her legs belied her strength, being a show of femininity. Her bare feet were perfectly formed, petite and neatly kept. Her abs were perfectly toned, holding up her reasonable breasts. Her shoulders were relaxed as she stood there, her arms just swinging as she waited. Her smooth face was framed by her shoulder length hair, which had ringlets of bright pink hair as it fell.
It was impossible to know how long she had been there, or how long she continued to stay standing there, but she eventually averted her gaze from the door to approach the red button. She didn’t hesitate like she had before. She simply put her hand on the button and pressed down. Nothing. At least, nothing obvious, as she then went and stood back in the middle, and continued to stare at the door. Said door soon opened, seemingly by itself. She smiled, walking on through.
She observed her new surroundings. As expected, it was the same. Same posters, same carpet, same cameras. There was one key difference right in front of her. A glass door, beyond which was a seat. Putting a hand through her hair, she proceeded to pass through the door and sit on the seat, facing the room beyond. Her pert bottom perched on the seat, while she let her top just hang loose.
Vibrant green gunge soon fell on her, splashing against her hair and spreading out around her. Her hair flattened as the slime slid down her face, thickly flowing all over her. The goo seeped through her thin shirt, running down her body as her breasts took a covering. She stayed perfectly still as the slime continued to coat her body, with the flow keeping on coming. The slime pooled slightly on her miniskirt, before flowing over to soak her legs and feet. She kept up her position until the gunge stopped pouring, the drips off her nose enough to tell her she was done.
Upon the slime ceasing, she got up and opened a no longer clean door. She left messy green footprints as she walked back through the room, through the still open door, to the middle, where she just stared at the red button, as slime continued to drop on the carpet. Her hair was flat to her head, her shirt was now green, sticking to her now, and she was completely covered.
She continued to stand there, right there in the middle.
“Damn you, Peter.”