Waves Beyond the Screen

by Mr. Scade

Flash fiction based on an image shared by a Patreon.


Her feet traced the same route
around the bed, to the door, out and back for the fifth time in as many
minutes. Josie was a cacophony of impatience; lips smacking, breathing like a
caged animal, teeth chattering. And the soothing swish sounds her outfit made
with every move.

Her impatience, however, was too
high a wall for the outfit to do its magic. For now, at least.

 “How long before the subscription starts?”

Click. Tap, tap. Scroll.

“Another… “ A drawl, ten minutes…
forty seconds…”

Every word carefully salvaged
from a place deep under the waves

Lara blinked very slowly. For an
interminable moment, she turned away from the computer and swivelled on the
chair. Immediately, her drowsy eyes were alert and an amused look appeared on
her face. Her cheeks were red, and she crossed and uncrossed her legs over and
over.

“You should sit down and try to
relax, girl. You might be psyching yourself up so much it might not even work.

“Argh!”

“Why don’t you sit down and…
stare at the screen with me? It feels so good, you know?” Lara pressed her legs
together. The swish sound from her nylons drove a chill down her spine.

Josie made another sound, but she
at least stopped pacing. After a deep breath, she dropped on the bed opposite
the computer. She huffed, turned to one side, then the other. Suddenly, she bit
her lips and couldn’t help but moan.

Lara reached for her phone. “See?
You’re too distracted about what comes next you cannot enjoy how good it feels
to wear the uniforms.” She tapped some letters, sent a message.

A red tint filled Josie’s face.
“S-shut up.” She pouted.

Lara laughed, placed her phone
down, stroked the taller woman’s forehead, then turned back to the screen.

Her mind blanked; the swaying
ocean on the screen taking her to places beyond none could understand. Light
reflected on invisible waves, bobbing up and down the digital water like
bioluminescent algae on a pitch-black sea. A transparent sea that had colour
but no colour and at its bottom there were black and white creatures moving in
unison, not unlike some fractal spiral that only a mathematician
could imagine, only an accomplished artist could perform, only a savant
programmer could render real.

“I just don’t know why they make
us wait,” Josie said suddenly. She had curled up into a ball, decidedly not
staring at the screen.

“Mmmhmmm….” Lara said, slowly, as
if the sound was coming from a place beyond the stars.

“I mean, we ordered the uniforms
a week ago and we’ve been wearing them for, well….”

“Not long enough,” Lara’s voice
was molasses.

“Yeah. Not long enough. I wish I
had worn this… before. When I was in school. It would’ve been so nice to wear
this under that stuffy blazer they made us wear in school, don’t you think?”

“Yeah. It would’ve felt so good
to feel so good when in school. But….” Lara blinked, the waves swirled and
danced and for a moment she wasn’t there but somewhere else. She blinked again
and forced herself to look away from the screen. “I mean… feeling like this
every day? In school? It would’ve messed up our minds long term.” As she said
that, Lara had to press her legs together and ride the shiver that spread from
somewhere deep inside.

Josie saw her reflection on the
mirror on the vanity by the foot of the bed. A hand was moving down her pink
leotard. Was that her hand? Then, how come she couldn’t feel it? It felt so
nice, though. She should stop it, but it did feel so good. She breathed in,
feeling her chest attempt to stretch the alien fabric of her leotard. It gave,
but reluctantly, as if all it could do was tighten and tighten and not stretch
at all. That thought made Josie purr, or was it her own hand dancing down
there?

“But imagine it… so tight under
our silly fake uniforms. Pretending to be good student when were… just good
drones pretending to be humaaaaan”!” Josie tilted her head back, hitting the
bedframe and not even feeling it. Her legs clenched around her hand, which had
yet to touch anything. The leotard had rewarded her.

“I wonder… would we haveee… been
more obedient,” A moan interrupted Lara. “to the teaachers… or… to…”

“To our true Leaders?”

The two women just nodded,
imagining.

Josie’s legs rubbed against one
another. A droning, swishing sound. Laura was silent, lost in a different
reality.

In the other room, a door opened,
closed. Swish, swish.

“Five min…utes… twenty… four…
seconds,” Lara’s voice was robotic, lost on the swaying motion of code that no
one could understand, manifested visually through spectrums only certain birds
had access to. And those who sell the subscription service.

“Oh… soon we’ll start, right?”
Josie reddened at the sound of her own voice. So… so hot. She sounded hot. She
sounded so gone, too. And the subscription hadn’t even started yet. But her
uniform made her feel so good, if she let it. She moaned, back arching, as she
let herself fall a little deeper into its embrace. Josie let the uniform into
her mind.

“It started a long while back…”
Lara said, voice disrupted, static, like it was been broadcasted from beyond
the stars. There were sound patterns there that… that…

“Oh,” Josie said, nodding eagerly
to words she had known all along.

At the door someone stood in a light
green leotard, shiny tights on her legs. A coat dangled from her arm, her face
and neck were flushed red. Her eyes unfocused, and she turned her head as if
hearing something that was there only for her.

“I am… not late, am I?” Linda
said.

“Time… doesn’t matter… Cara… we
will subscribe… soon…” Lara whispered without looking away.

Josie nodded, shifting and
turning on the bed. It felt so good to feel other things touch her uniform, all
shiny and tight and invading her mind.

“Good… I can’t wait,” Cara said,
dropping her things where she was and moving towards the computer.

The ocean swirled and swivelled
in calculations her mind understood but could not explain.

“One minute…” Lara said.

Josie blinked, feeling like she
had been lost in a current that took her to a strange place. Her fingers were
tight, a little cramped. She looked down, the leotard didn’t let her arousal show
through. That made her a little hotter. Wait… there was something else to do?

“Ten seconds….” Cara said in a
drone filled with static and visions of a future past.

Josie crawled towards the edge of
the bed, off it, made herself a space between the other two women.

Their subscription was soon to
start.

FIN

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