Surrogate (3 page)

***

Holly made the
connection—her mind transported to the room next door. There was a
body lying on a bed, it was a woman, and she felt her soul, open
and ready for communication. Her mind entered into the person
easily, but maintaining the connection would take all of her
concentration. She opened her eyes and saw Katrina standing at the
edge of the bed. She nearly lost her concentration at the sight of
Katrina's beautifully luscious body, closing her eyes again to
flush the sight from her mind. She was a hard vision to push away.
Her dark skin and curvy form was like a neon sign flashing
take me, I'm yours
.
Nonetheless, Holly tried to imagine her only as the subject, while
waving her hand at the camera for Doctor Mueller to kill the lights
completely.

She leaned forward, her eyes still closed,
until she sensed Katrina's abdomen, inches from her face. She was
close enough to smell the essence of Katrina's perfume. She
breathed in Katrina's aura, and it brought a fire to her core.
Reaching forward, she drew her arms around Katrina and ran her
hands slowly up her back as she stood.

The room lights went out completely, and the
darkness brought a great sense of Katrina's body into her soul.
Embracing Katrina, she focused on the subject in the next room,
trying to deepen the connection with her, and get a sense of her
body. She needed to feel the subject's body in her mind so she
could send the tactile feelings from Katrina to her. Finally,
Katrina became the subject to her, a vessel transporting her
actions to the entity she connected with, and she knew, from this
point forward, she would hold that connection using Katrina as the
surrogate.

Holly allowed her hands to explore Katrina's
back and neck until her fingers became entangled in her hair. She
pulled the scrunchy from her head and Katrina's hair fell to her
shoulders. She ran her hands over Katrina's shoulders and down her
arms before bending to let her hands fall down her legs to her
knees. As she bent down her cheek brushed across one of Katrina's
extended and rigid nipples. It was warm across her cheek, seemingly
producing a heat on its own. She circled Katrina's knees twice
before inching her fingers back up along her inner thighs, barely
skirting the outer edges of her pubic hair, and upwards along her
torso. Katrina sucked in her breath as she circled her breasts and
skipped her fingers across her nipples.

Holly concentrated on maintaining her
connection with the unknown subject in the next room. She projected
the feel of Katrina's smooth skin through the air along a fragile,
invisible string, fragile as spider’s silk, to her subject. She
could not be sure the actual feeling was making it into the next
room but was sure her connection remained intact. The thought of
actually being able to influence this subject on such a personal
level spurned her on. Emboldened by her initial success, she leaned
in and found Katrina's lips.

***

Joanne leaned back in her chair, staring
unflinchingly at the monitor, as Holly and Katrina embraced, their
naked bodies in immeasurable shades of green from the camera’s
night vision sensor. She leaned forward in her chair as Holly and
Katrina kissed. One of the machines on the desk beeped, indicating
a change in Holly’s pulse as Joanne watched her move her hands up
Katrina’s back and into her hair. Next, she stepped backward,
moving her hands over Katrina’s shoulders and down along Katrina's
chest through the valley between her breasts.

Holly's eyes were closed but Katrina's were
open and they glowed like a cat at night caught in a flashlight
beam. Holly slowly circled her breasts in decreasing concentric
circles until her fingers brushed across Katrina's protruding
nipples. Katrina's head tilted back and her mouth opened as Holly
pinched her nipples between the thumb and pointer finger of both
hands. Joanne, completely enthralled in the action on the monitor,
leaned further forward until her breasts brushed against the table.
Her nipples pinched rigid against her bra and the pressure from the
table edge sent a thrill through her body, and a tingle that made
her nose itch and her brain buzz.

Joanne fought the growing urge to slip a hand
into her panties but her self-control betrayed her in other ways.
Her tongue ventured through her open mouth, licking a circle around
her own lips as she watched Holly pull back from Katrina, and take
a deep breath before tracing the length of her torso with her
fingers. Holly then leaned into Katrina so close that her lips
nearly touched her breasts. She followed the curve of her breast,
and down the center of her abdomen, in a motion that seemed
painfully slow. Holly's eyes remained closed as she moved with some
sense beyond vision down Katrina's body, until her slightly parted
lips hovered just above the border of Katrina's neatly trimmed nest
of dark pubic curls.

Heat rose within Joanne's core, her tongue
now racing around her lips like a ball swung on a string, and she
gripped the table's edge to keep from touching herself. Finally,
her resolve weakened, she reached up with one hand pinching her
nipple hard through her bra. She let out a sigh but caught it
halfway through in fear she might be broadcasting over the
intercom. Another beep brought her back to the present. The
monitoring equipment indicated a spike in the subject's heart rate.
Marla was responding to the ghost touch of Holly in the next room.
Joanne wheeled her chair around to look at Marla in the second
monitor. Although she was still lying on the bed, her legs were
moving in a slow rhythm and her mouth was open slightly, her lips
pursed and swollen. Joanne stood up and adjusted the monitors so
they were closer to each other, side by side with the movements of
Marla coinciding with the reactions of Holly in the other
monitor.

***

Marla lay on the bed, relaxed to the point
she feared she might fall asleep and miss the experiment
altogether. The room was pleasantly dark, the only sound coming
from the heating vents overhead. She preferred to keep her eyes
closed. Otherwise, there was no way she could relax with the red
light from the camera serving as a continuous reminder that the
doctor, and who knew who else, watched her from another room.

Even if I did fall asleep,
they’d still have to pay me
.

At least, she hoped they still paid her; she
passed all the other tests and, as far as she knew, was the only
one qualified for the experiment so far.

She flinched and nearly came off the bed as
she felt the distinct pressure of fingers brushing across her
shoulders. It wasn't nerves, or a change in pressure from the air
vents; it was distinctly human—human hands and fingers. She'd
expected to feel something, just not the feel of actual human
hands. She felt this experiment would be a success before she even
entered the room—call it a sense or premonition, but she knew.
There was no one else in the room with her, but nonetheless, she
felt a presence. The presence, although startling at first, wasn't
entirely unwelcome. In fact, it, or she, was rather benign,
harmless, and maybe even pleasant.

She felt the hands again,
this time moving slowly down her arms, and it made her hair stand
up and her skin set to gooseflesh. Her mind warmed to the feeling,
as if this entity spoke to her in some unheard voice, telling her
it meant no harm, telling her it desired only to please her. The
feeling of ghost fingers now manifested on her legs, moving slowly
down the outsides of her thighs and circling her knees. This was
more than just a manufactured sensation; these were actual hands on
her, at least that's the way it felt. It was more than just some
machine generating tactile feeling upon her. The touch came from an
entity, a person …
a
woman
. She suddenly knew it was real—as
real as the very bed under her. This was an actual person reaching
out to her from somewhere, trying to connect. Marla's mind worked
overtime, putting together the pieces through the sensations she
felt. The body of the entity was generic but she had a clear
picture of those fingers in her mind.

The ghost hands circled her knees once more
and then moved, slow as cold molasses, upwards along her inner
legs. Feeling no threat, she welcomed the presence, willing those
hands upwards as she moved her legs in a slow rhythm along with
those massaging hands and probing fingers. The hands moved closer
to her warming core. They continued upwards until they beckoned her
response along the v-shaped crease of her crotch. Then, as quickly
as the feeling first came to her, it was gone.

Marla exhaled, letting out a breath it seemed
like she held since she first felt the entity. She was doing what
she was told, giving in to the feeling, allowing it to take her to
new horizons and unexplored sensations. Her body went rigid as she
felt a new sensation, this time on her abdomen just below her
bellybutton. She felt warm breath through unseen lips hovering just
over her skin. She caught her breath again and her nipples pinched
rigid as the breath moved over her bellybutton and across her
diaphragm. The breath was so real, she felt the warmth and moisture
of it as it passed along the shallow valley formed between her
breasts. She welcomed the feeling, her mind accepting it and
grasping the very tentacles of the cosmos to connect to this
entity, to reciprocate the sensation. The warm breath was
accentuated by the distinct feeling of soft lips along the inner
edges of her breasts as the entity moved upward.

The breath now moved over her chin and
hovered above her lips. Her breathing returned but took the form of
panting, afraid anything more might scare the entity away or
somehow break the connection. She pursed her lips sucking in air
mostly through her flared nostrils. She caught the faint scent of
the remnants of a cigarette on the breath. She didn't smoke and did
not usually like to be around others who smoked but this scent was
faint yet alluring—smoky and sexy. A pressure fell on her pursed
lips and she felt a sudden wetness and heat growing along her inner
folds. The kiss was real, although she knew there was no one with
her. She felt instead, a presence that was just as real as anything
she'd ever known. The lips surrounded and engulfed hers. They were
full, moist and soft. They were the lips of a woman.

Marla had never been with a woman before but
she welcomed this presence. More than that, she wanted this
presence to surround her, take her, and please her. Her eyes still
closed, Marla accepted the entity fully and concentrated on
bringing her mind together with the unseen presence.

***

Holly now had the subject firmly fixed in her
mind. She could almost see her, although her eyes were still
closed. Occasionally, she picked up the faint scent of her skin.
The musky, slightly flowery scent of the subject mixed with
Katrina's scent in a kind of pheromonal stew, and it hung in the
air like a cloud of pure ecstasy. She felt her way around Katrina's
body using the slightest touch of her fingers, her lips and tongue.
Each tactile feeling, she sent along that invisible pathway—that
fine thread of consciousness—to the subject in the next room.

She followed the curve of Katrina's chin with
her tongue, her own breath reflecting off Katrina's skin, caressing
her with a fresh bouquet of sensation. As she reached Katrina's
earlobe she moved her hand up to caress the other side of her jaw
line with her fingers. She then flicked her tongue across Katrina's
earlobe and let her breath out into her ear.

"Shh," she said when Katrina let out a
breathy mew.

"Huh," Katrina said. "I didn't say anything.
I'm staying quiet."

Holly said nothing. She realized Katrina
probably didn't know what she did, caught up in the moment. She
continued down Katrina's neck and down the center of her breasts in
a wet trail of kisses. Katrina thrust her chest forward against her
kisses, so she brought her hands over her generous breasts,
squeezing them together against either side of her face. She felt
Katrina's hips shift and realized she would have to pace herself in
order to bring as much influence to the subject as she could before
Katrina climaxed. She circled her hands around Katrina's breasts,
brushing her thumbs across her rigid nipples before gliding her
tongue up one breast until her lips slipped over the extended peak.
She pressed her lips over the nipple, holding it firmly in place
while sucking it into her mouth to roll her tongue around the
hardened nub. She moved to the other side doing the same while
pinching her fingers around the other damp nipple and twisting,
letting her fingers slip over it as if she were pulling a succulent
grape from the vine.

She felt a sensation of her own nipples being
sucked, pulled, and twisted just as she had done to Katrina and
pulled away, ready to tell Katrina she couldn't touch her.
Katrina's hands were occupied, one gripping the bed's metal
railing, the other entangled in her hair. The sensation must've
been some kind of weird feedback as it seemed to mimic her
movements, but the touch seemed ... foreign. The sensation was not
a simple echo of her own, it was different—it was from someone
else.

Could this be feedback from the subject?

The sensation stopped when she pulled away,
so she considered it only an echo from her transmission. Like
ripples in a pond reverberating back when they hit something solid.
Near as she could figure, she was receiving her own signal back
form her subject on a short delay. She moved back into Katrina
brushing her fingers across her nipples, gently pinching and
twisting as she moved upwards meeting Katrina's lips with hers. The
feedback was sensational. Her body flushed, and she felt instant
warmth and wetness emanating form her core until it saturated her
inner folds. She continued exploring Katrina's body, concentrating
harder on projecting her sensations in spite of the feedback.