Alien Abductions/KiTA's Stories/Next Channel 3
From Grigbertz
A little shorter, with plans on adding to it. KiTA 05:36, 31 December 2014 (CET)
Mr. Winters paced back and forth, pausing to glance over at Jimmy. "Still no answer?"
"None."
"This is outrageous. She knows we have to rehearse and do script readings. And we have a meeting with corporate in an hour. How in the world can she be so late?"
"I'm more concerned with the fact that she hasn't answered her phone," Jimmy said, hitting redial again. "She's never gone this far off the grid."
"That's because my phone has been dead all morning," a voice said behind Jimmy and Mr. Winters. "I think it got some form of water damage."
Mr. Winters froze in shock, his eyes wide and mouth agape. Jimmy glanced at his face in confusion, then turned to look. Seconds later, his own mouth fell slack.
Nancy Yamamoto stood in the hallway, her phone in hand. Her arms were held down by her sides, ramrod stiff, her fists clenched. She was looking down at the two men's legs, blushing furiously.
Her skin was tanned lightly, with a healthy sheen of some form of moisturizer or oil lightly covering her body. Her breasts, ever perky, were capped by what appeared to be rock hard nipples; similarly, her utterly bare nethers glistened in the artificial light from something that looked far more lewd than mere oil. Her hair cascaded behind her in a tight braid, ending just above her bare ass.
She was utterly naked, with absolutely nothing covering her body except for a steadily growing blush.
"Oh jesus, I'm sorry." Both Mr. Winters and Jimmy turned around, with Jimmy reaching for the robe sitting on the table nearby. "I ... I swear, I didn't know you were already in costume, Ms. Yamamoto."
"I, uh, I... about that..." Nancy muttered, not looking up. "I..."
"Here, here, I'm sorry." Jimmy muttered as he turned around and blindly opened and pushed the blue robe onto Nancy's body.
"No, wait!" Nancy gasped, taking a step backwards, but not fast enough. "Don't touch me with..."
Jimmy's hands snapped closed as the fabric vanished in his hands. Nancy's breath caught briefly as his hands briefly brushed her shoulders, but the actual fabric of the robe she never even felt. With a start, Jimmy turned to look.
Nancy blanched, not meeting his gaze. The robe had vanished.
"T... That happens every time I try to cover myself with cloth." She muttered, moving her arms across her skin but being very careful not to hide her breasts from view. "Clothes, coats, towels, sheets... hell, it even happened with my curtains."
Mr. Winters was the first to speak up. His gaze was impassive, his eyes not roaming from her face. "What exactly are you saying, Nancy?"
"I... I can't hide my body, if I try to move my hands over my ... regions... I get zapped. It also happens if I sit down with my legs too close together or crossed." Nancy ground her heel into the tile under her feet, the feel of the cold tile feeling alien to her bare skin. Her body felt electric, just as it had all morning, and it felt like she could feel every millimeter of the floor under her feet.
"My... regions... they... tingle. It's getting worse and worse the longer the day goes, and I can't touch them because I get zapped that way, too."
Jimmy this time. "How... did this..."
"Last night. I think they did it to me last night. There was a light and I passed out, and I woke up... like this." Nancy whispered, memories of her humiliating morning flooding back to her.
"Just like Natalie." Jimmy muttered under his breath.
"No!" Nancy said, still refusing to look up, her hands clenched. "She can at least wear something! I'm stuck completely bare ass naked! The only thing that didn't vanish on me was jewelry! I even tried tin foil! Nothing works!"
"Jewelry?" Mr. Winters said, smiling. "I bet wardrobe could work with a limitation like that."
Nancy looked up, staring at Mr. Winters, her mouth agape. "You're... you're thinking of something like that at a time like this?!"
Mr. Winters smiled and walked next to Nancy, gently patting her on the bare back, pushing her slowly towards the writer's lounge. "Of course, of course. After all, you know what they say Nancy, 'The Show Must Go On?'"
"I... I..." Nancy sputtered, trying not to moan at the feel of his hand on her back. His touch was electric, sending throbs up and down her spine. She stumbled, half in a daze, letting him gently lead her down the hallway.
"We'll think about what to do with your... condition... long term later. For the time being, it doesn't change anything. You're just not going to be faking it now, that's all."
Nancy gasped as his hand slipped lower, resting just above her hips. Words failed her as she silently rubbed herself against his hand.
"Ok, maybe it changes a few things," Mr. Winters chuckled as he moved his hand back up to her shoulder-blades.
