RR Nina Beckett - Chapter 12

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Reduction & Relocation: Nina Beckett

Chapter 12 - The Angry Black Kitten

[February 05, 2010]

When David had been collected into the relative safety of Dr. Becotte’s toe ring, he didn’t expect so much of her perspiration to accompany him.  The droplets had only just seeped through her already drenched shorts as the psychotic brunette doctor scraped him out of the blonde’s crack. And sure enough, his enclosure was tightened up immediately after.  What did these two things mean?  They meant that the perspiration he now found himself fully submerged in had maintained a maximum value of Dr. Becotte’s body heat.  When he was unceremoniously dropped into Dr. Bexley’s breast pocket, the sweat felt boiling hot on his skin.  At least now, as the raven-haired doctor’s chest jiggled with each step during her departure from the hellish fitness center, the heat of Dr. Becotte’s body held in the memory of those sweat droplets was starting to dissipate. Still, the warmth was oppressive and he was enveloped in the perspiration droplets’ suffocating embrace. Evaporation was taking place but not nearly fast enough.   

“Hello, Dr. Bexley.”

David felt his world shake, the surrounding lukewarm liquid vibrating as he emerged from Dr. Bexley’s pocket. Thank god the toe ring jewel wasn’t completely airtight…air could get in which meant that this disgusting sweat could eventually seep out.

‘Eventually’ being the key word there.  “God…why do molecular bonds have to be so much stronger than gravitational force?”

“Oh, Jane. I’m so glad I ran into you. Are you busy?” Dr. Bexley asked.

David managed to pry his eyes open, feeling the salt crystals dispersed throughout Dr. Becotte’s sweat biting his retinas.  Before he had to slam his eyes shut once more, David managed to catch a glimpse of the black-haired, pale-skinned intern.

“No, Dr. Kleinhardt was just giving a lecture but she’s done now.”

“Oh, that was today?  Which one was it?”

Jane looked down at her notebook, littered with chicken scratch that even she had trouble reading.  “The Psychology of Disappearance: Investigating the Phenomenon of Dissociation.”

“Oh, drat.  I wanted to sit in on that one!  Anyway…I was hoping you could do me a favor.  Can you run David here back to my office?  And set him down in the containment unit under my desk?”

“Sure, I was just on my way to meet Brandi for a Participant screening.”

“Oh, are you talking about Samantha Beaurmont?”

“Yes, that’s her. Brandi and I are sitting in.”

“No, not anymore.  Brandi is meeting Dr. Walker and I to review the data we just collected.”

David periodically opened his eyes long enough to get small glimpses into the world outside of the ring before the salt levels forced them shut once more.  He watched Dr. Bexley pat Jane on the shoulder.  Jane looked visibly disappointed. 

“You can handle a Participant screening on your own, right?”

“I just thought Brandi was going to be there, too.” The intern grumbled.  “What data is she helping with anyway?”

Dr. Bexley raised an eyebrow.  

“I mean…if you can share it.” Jane quickly added.

“Brandi helped us with some impact and pressure testing on David in the fitness center this morning.  Since she was wearing her Housing Pants, we’re hoping that the collection network was able to recognize his presence and we’re going to see if we can retrieve that data and review it.”

‘Housing Pants?  Those pants were…recording me? While I was under Brandi’s fat ass?  With what…some kind of..what…sensor thing?’ David thought.

“Wait..in the fitness center today?” Jane asked. “When I was there with her?”

Dr. Bexley nodded, gesturing down proudly at the toe ring in her fingers. “Indeed!  David was adhered to her bicycle seat and he spent her entire workout pinned under her left glute.”

David shivered, watching Jane’s expression sour, hardening from disappointment to annoyance. Her upper lip curled as she looked at the ring.

“Brandi was sitting on him?  Did she know?” 

“Technically, yes.  Remember the forms we circulated in that email on Wednesday?  We’ve got some experiments slated for David that call for the involvement of volunteers unaware of his presence. A few girls consented to being ‘utilized’ for these experiments.  Brandi was one of them…is everything alright, Jane?”

Everything did NOT seem alright for Jane. Her face was red and her eyes may as well have been raging flames of anger. “Yes, Dr. Bexley.  Everything’s fine.  You can give him to me now.”

David whimpered, wishing he could point out to Dr. Bexley just how eager Jane all of the sudden became to accept custody of the toe ring and of David. Unfortunately, the only woman who seemed to care about his well-being was far too distracted by her cell phone and the several dozen other important things calling her attention.  

“Perfect; Thanks, Jane!” 

“Dr. Bexley, don’t leave me with her!” David shouted as he was placed in the palm of Jane’s hand.  The smirk she shot down at him before curling her long fingers over him sent a “Here’s the key to my office, just make sure to pull my door shut after dropping him off.”

“Jane, pleeeeeease!” David screamed. The good news was that Dr. Becotte’s sweat had been fully vacated from the small chamber of her toe ring.  The bad news: it had been vacated through centripetal force. He wasn’t intimately familiar with Jane’s style of walking, but he was fairly certain it didn’t normally involve this much arm swing.  With each step, she’d send the arm holding David way up in front of her, and then with the next step it’d arc all the way back, traveling what had to have been the distance of a small city to poor little David with each completed step. 

David also didn’t know Jane to be clumsy, but based on today he’d be forced to think she was a klutz…if he didn’t already think that she was purposefully dropping him.

And ‘dropping’ wasn’t really even the right word!  She’d lose grip on the toe ring at the height of her arm swing, sending him flying miles either ahead of her or behind her, dooming him to a resoundingly painful collision course with the unforgiving linoleum floor.  

Instead of scooping David up as she’d been doing, Jane opted to kick him while he was down…literally.  Jane punted the toe ring as if she were on her way to school kicking a can.  

“Jane, please stop doing this! What did I ever do to you!?” David’s shouts for mercy and understanding, already pitifully inaudible, occasionally lost their oomph as his stomach performed somersaults and his brain rattled within his skull. David was practically in tears when she finally reached down and picked him up, entering into an empty exam room.

David cowered away from the transparent pink lens of the threaded jewel.  He usually viewed this godforsaken toe ring as a prison keeping him from the outside world, but now as this angry little kitten of an intern angrily unscrewed the jewel, David yearned for the toe ring’s protection.  One of the scariest moments of his life (so far…) had been in the locker room, watching Dr. Bexley’s defeated expression when Dr. Becotte’s big butt cheeks sealed in around him.  

For those few moments, when the sweat-caked buns sealed back in around him and applied their overwhelming pressure, David grappled with the idea that he would never be found…that he was lost in a huge sweaty ass from which he possessed not even 1% of the strength required to escape…least of all be found again.  

And now he was under threat of being lost again.

“Please, Jane!  I don’t know why you’re mad at me but I’m sorry!” David squeaked as Jane brought the toe ring up within an inch of her face.  Her eye makeup was much thicker than any of the other interns, like cat’s eyes.  

“Listen to me, you disgusting little insect.” The clenching of her defined jaw caused her already high cheekbones to raise and bulge. She was biting down so hard that even a modicum of additional force might cause her porcelain white teeth to crack.  “You may have Dr. Bexley fooled but I know exactly what you’re doing.”

“What am I doing?!” David shouted, cowering under Jane’s heavy green, angry eyes.  

“Brandi would NEVER waste her time on something like you so I suggest you stop even trying.”

“WHAT?!” David was baffled.  Dismissing the fact that a relationship was the farthest thing from his mind right now, was this demented lesbian goth chick that was smitten by Brandi and her thick ass that she’d actually feel threatened by David?  

“You’re nothing but an insignificant speck. A dust mite. Look at you. You’re a loser.” Jane shook the toe ring, causing little David to rattle around inside. Without the protective jewel on top, the centrifugal force pulled him up in a loop around the toe ring’s edge, like a basketball circling the hoop in reverse.  “You’re not even good enough to be assigned to an ass. Seriously, just think about that for a second.  Do you realize how completely useless that makes you?”

The rattling mercifully ceased, allowing David to roll back down into the center of the opened toe ring.  This wasn’t a time to celebrate though…or even sigh in relief–an idea had just come to Jane’s twisted, revenge-bent mind.  David could see it in her gleeful expression.

“You know what?  I was wrong, little David.” Jane’s tone had changed as quick as a crack traveling through ice; it was sweet…which was terrifying.  She carefully threaded the pink jewel back over David, sealing him inside the toe ring.  

David’s heart sank as he watched Jane roughly kick off her right sneaker.  The aged, off-white trim of her converse sneaker resonated with a muffled thud against the polished linoleum floor, freeing a long sock-clad foot.  Jane’s bare foot appeared even more pale than it already was when contrasted against the tight black ankle sock turning inside out as she peeled it off.  Five long toes adorned with chipped black nail polish wiggled in the open air.  David feared he was about to get to know those toes better than anyone else ever had.  

“Maybe you’re not completely useless.  This toe ring might actually look good on me.”

“Jane, you don’t have to do this! I won’t go anywhere near Brandi! I swear!”

It was no use.  She would have had to swipe her straight, shoulder length black hair away from her cheeks and literally put David in her ear to hear him. David had an even smaller chance of being heard down on the ground.  That’s where he was now…along with Jane’s right foot.

David thought he’d known humiliation and degradation, but staring up at Jane’s smug smirk, heavens above him as he decorated her toe had taken him to new depths of vulnerability.  He also thought he’d understood what it was like to be surrounded by the smell of a foot…it was too late that David learned he should appreciate Dr. Becotte’s aroma…

“Look at that.  It actually looks kinda cute. Pink’s not really my color but maybe Dr. Becotte has something darker.”  Jane said, extending her foot out and wiggling her toes.  “You think Brandi would like the way this looks on me?”

“You’re a monster!” David shouted. Jane planted her feet on the cold floor and took a few practice steps, but she held nothing back.  David bounced and rattled inside the pink jewel. The violence and force was without a doubt orders of magnitude more than any normal person could have possibly tolerated. And yet David had no choice but to endure.  He felt like a slave to these women, and now more than ever he felt like a slave to his own body, not even granted permission to slip into the void of unconsciousness.

“I’d love to see you try to get taken seriously by Brandi like this, wrapped around my toe like the pathetic little speck of lint that you are.  Even a microbe is out of your league.”

Satisfied with her small half-barefoot lap around the small exam room, Jane took a seat and swung her ankle up onto her knee. It was like the most terrifying amusement park ride that David never wanted to ride..and it was only just starting.  

“You thought you were a big, strong man. Thought you could just swoop in and get the girl, right?  How’d that work for you? How are you feeling now?  Now that your competition literally has you wrapped around her toe?” Jane’s smug celebration of her overwhelming triumph over David, in a contest only she was aware of, was like a cheese grater against his pride and self-confidence.  “How’s it smell?  I know I wasn’t on the bike as long as Brandi but I probably worked up just enough of a sweat to add some insult to injury.”

On the other side of the exam room, the front door creaked, slowly swinging open and David’s heart soared. “Please let her see me!  Please let her see me!” David prayed aloud, hoping Dr. Bexley would spot the toe ring on the demented intern’s pale, smelly foot.  Jane didn’t even see the door open yet! She was about to get caught red-handed!  Err…..red-footed?  Whatever! She wasn’t going to get away with it!

“Hurry!  Hurry, Dr. Buhh…….”

One might have thought David would be used to disappointment by now, but these women kept finding new ways to destroy his resolve.

It wasn’t Dr. Bexley.  It was some other girl.

Another intern?

She wasn’t wearing a lab coat…

“Help meeeeeeee!” David shouted reflexively to the newcomer.  She had a different look than the other women.  She was definitely of an intern age but she was clearly anything but.  The thick lens of large-framed glasses distorted her eyes, magnifying the pretty brown as well as her overall discomfort and uncertainty in herself.

Jane finally noticed the timid girl, cowering awkwardly in the doorway with her shoulders slumped forward.  Her eyes scanned for Dr. Bexley or any other doctor that might be accompanying the timid girl.  Jane’s smile grew which was not good news for David.  She stretched the mouth of her discarded black sock and began feeding her long, pale toes into the open mouth, determined to hide the evidence.  She was going to put it on! With him still on her foot!

“Jane, nooooooo!” David chirped, swallowed up into Jane’s strongly-scented black sock which was then stuffed abruptly into the ratty old converse sneaker.

The fragrance of Jane’s foot was noticeable before, but now it was tremendously overpowering.  The strong, vinegary aroma was thick and heavy in the air, displacing the oxygen; it felt as if the earthy humidity was coating the inside of his nostrils as well as his lungs. Shroud in complete darkness, he could do nothing but focus on that horrifying scent and taste. He could barely hear anything either!  He could tell that the two girls were talking now, and Jane was fidgeting her foot…undoubtedly to make things more difficult for him, but he couldn’t make out a single word that was being said.

For a moment, he was freed from Jane’s shoe and sock as Jane brought him back out into the world.  How long was he in the world of Jane’s footwear?  It hadn’t been that long; the timid girl was still there…and now…Jane was taking him off…and holding him up to her?!

“Pretty fancy, huh?” Jane asked.  David coughed and sputtered as fresh air intermingled with the humid foot funk aerosolized around him.  He felt like he might hack up a lung and when he finally cleared his airway of as much of Jane’s natural scent, Jane made a horrifying offer to the timid girl.

“You’ve got cute feet, maybe I could let you take it home with you.”

“IT?!” David squeaked.  “If she takes the ring, she takes me too!”

If Jane could have heard him, she probably would have said something along the lines of ‘that’s the whole point, you dumbass.’  David was hyperventilating as he looked down at the timid girl’s chubby feet clad in sandals.  If she accepted him, it was very likely that Jane would let her keep it…and she’d probably never tell the timid girl that there was a tiny little man inside the ring.  He’d spend the rest of his life decorating the short, chubby foot, completely unrecognized and unappreciated…all while Jane spends the rest of her life laughing maniacally whenever she remembers how she disposed of her ‘adversary’.

“Oh, I don’t usually wear things like that.” 

The timid girl may as well have been singing David’s favorite song because her voice was poetry…music to his ears.  She was declining to take the ring!

“Oh, too bad. That’d be so funny.” Jane snorted in laughter. “If you just put it on and left with it and it literally became your toe ring forever.”

The two girls started laughing, and David trembled at the pervasive, persistent thought of being stuck to a foot for the rest of his life. He needed to get away from Jane…but how?

                    *

“Dude, you got restless leg syndrome or something?”

“Huh?” Jane asked, following Jenna’s gaze down to her converse sneaker.  “Oh, that’s too funny. I forgot I was even doing that.”

It had been several hours since Jane had put David on her foot and sent him to the steamy privacy of her shoe and she’d already forgotten about him. But oh how fun it was when she was reminded!  Part of her considered just keeping the toe ring.  Sure, it would be kind of a mean to steal Dr. Becotte’s toe ring…but maybe she could find one online to buy and transfer David over.  But if it ever came back that she stole a subject…even one that was basically a non-Viable, she’d be in big trouble.  

But she hadn’t stolen him…not yet.  She was just borrowing him.  Heck, if she thought hard enough about it, she could probably even think of a way to justify wearing him…maybe even get some recognition from Dr. Bexley!

“You have any plans this weekend, Jane?” 

“Not really, no. How about you?”

Jenna smiled, “Oh, just relaxing mostly.  I’ve got a 5k on Saturday morning.”

“For that group?”

“Yup!  The Women’s Equality Coalition!”

“Well…good cause as it may be, I can’t help but tease you a bit.  Only you would call a Saturday morning 5k run ‘relaxing’...you and maybe Dr. Walker.” Jane joked with a mixture of amusement and bewilderment, her lips curling into a playful grin.  “Also, didn’t you just run this morning?”

“Well yeah of course!  I lace up my sneakers every morning except sometimes for Sundays. It’s me and my pink Nikes against the world.” Jenna replied with a cheerful and infectious enthusiasm.  “Maybe you need to come out with me one of these days.”

Jane shook her head. “Oh, I don’t think that’s for me.  My most active time was when I did ballet but that was only for a year.”

“Hmm…suit yourself, Jane.  I guess Brandi and I will just have to run without you.” A mischievous, teasing glint danced in the hispanic intern's eyes as she watched Jane’s reaction change. The gothic intern’s brow furrowed, showing a predictably piqued interest. 

“You…and Brandi…? Well, maybe I could give it a try, I could see possibly–”

Before she could finish her sentence, Jenna interrupted with a playful laugh, mercifully cutting short Jane’s babbling backtrack.  “--I’m kidding, Jane.”

“And you say I’m mean…” Jane chuckled, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment and her green eyes sparkling. 

Jane and Jenna continued their assigned duties which, at the moment, entailed inventorying the nV Kits.  It was one of many intern responsibilities and like most of the others, it could be quite boring.  Having another intern there to talk to always made the time go by faster. There was something really special to Jane about having David on her foot.  Nothing about him was attractive to her, and yet his presence was turning her on.  The fact that he was hidden…her tiny little secret.  No one knew.  Not Jenna. Not Dr. Bexley.  Not Brandi.  No one but her…and of course the tiny man decorating her foot.

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