Chapter 13

“Provider Two is due ten quatloos,” said Provider Three to Provider One for the second time, unprecedented.

This time a minute passed.

“Wait,” said Provider One.

Eight hours came and went.

Eight and a half hours.

Nine hours.

At nine and one-half hours, Jake risked entering the room.

He found me laying on the bed, unconscious, alongside Ash, who was now breathing comfortably, her wounds fully healed.

“What’s wrong with Bruce,” said Jamie, alarmed.

“I think he’s just exhausted,” said Jake after checking vitals. “Let’s get him to your room.”

Much later that evening I awoke and found Jamie sitting up on the bed, cradling my head.

“Hey ... how are you feeling?” she asked, concern in her voice.

“I’m ... good.” I thought for a moment. “Tell Mother that--”

“You feel fine,” continued Jamie, laughing at our little Star Trek joke.

“Hey, how’s Ash doing?”

“She’s fine, babe. She’s right outside, let me go get her, she wanted to tell you something when you awoke.”

I sat up and stretched ... and realized that I felt pretty good overall, considering.

Ash came into the room, alone, and walked over to the bed.

“I want to thank you. You ... you saved my life. Everyone told me what happened, and, well, I don’t know how I’m ever going to be able to repay you for what you did.”

“You just did. You said thanks. What more can I ask for but that.” I smiled.

“I have one favor to ask. I know with all you’ve done for me that I shouldn’t--”

“It’s okay, Ash. Go ahead.”

“I’ve been speaking with Jamie quite a bit over the past bunch of hours, and, we’ve talked about everything. I discovered that she’s never been with a woman, and, well, we’re both attracted to each other, and I was wondering ... could I spend the night with the two of you tonight? If you don’t want to I fully understand--”

“Yes. That would be ... wonderful.”

Her smile lit up the room, and Ash leaned down and hugged me, her breasts pressing up against my chest, giving me a bit of a stir between my legs.

The lights were flashing brighter and much more frequently.

“The human Ash did not survive,” said Provider Two.

“The human Ash is alive,” said Provide One.

“The human Ash did not continue to live or exist. Death was present,” argued Provider Two.

“The human Ash is alive and managed to keep going in difficult circumstances,” was the counter.

The lights flashed brighter yet, a strobe effect.

“Provider One, Provider Two, please calm down, you are expending far too much energy. The human power supply cannot survive much more of this,” stated Provider Three, alarmed at the emotions being given off by his two fellow providers.

In the corner of the room, a short man with a furry head and receding hairline, dressed in a pair of candy-striped Dolfin shorts and a Swarovski crystal-decorated tank top was flamboyantly walking on a treadmill, huffing and puffing and repeating “I’m a pony!” as the three providers drew more and more energy.

Watching Jamie and Ash kissing was incredibly erotic.

I was seated in a plush, overstuffed leather chair near the fire, basking in the glow of its warmth while sipping Peach Schnapps. My attention was zeroed in on the bed, where the two beautiful women were laying next to each other in an embrace.

Jamie was not a shy person by nature, but in this circumstance, her first venture into Sapphic love, she was content to let Ash take the lead. Their tops had been discarded, revealing toned and tanned upper bodies.

As they lightly kissed, and smiled and spoke quietly to each other, fingertips would glide down an arm, then cross over and gently, teasingly, pass over a nipple, or the swell of the breast itself.

Ravel’s Bolero was playing, and I couldn’t help but smile and think that Ravel himself would approve of the scene playing out to his music. As the music progressed and became more pronounced, so did the movements on the bed.