Delectica: Part 4: The Powder Incident

A lab on Vine Street in Inlandsville...

"Professor! I just got a call from the police station! They said that two offices on the 600 block of Cherry reported that their security systems were burgled last night." Apprentice Seychelle was already removing her lab coat and collecting her keys.

"Damn!" the Professor shouted, knowing that the day was ripe for another tragedy. "Is the Chief Inspector down there already?"

"The station said that they are still trying to locate the Chief."

"Grr... Doesn't she carry a cell phone?" The Professor laced up her shoes. "Apprentice, this could be dangerous."

"I know."

They broke the speed limit and ran stop signs all the way over to Cherry Street. "These warehouses should be evacuated immediately!" the Professor exclaimed. "Where are the cops?"

The Professor and Chelle ran into the WMS Memorial Office Building.

"Professor! What are you doing here?" The HR woman asked, suddenly wide-awake.

"No time to explain Lianna. You need to evacuate all the employees immediately!"

"Why?"

But before the Professor could explain a distant popping sound like the snap of a towel echoed down the hall.

"Damn! We're too late!"


Purielle staggered out of the supply closet into the storage room. She was somewhat stunned by the loud pop and the eruption of white powder throughout the closet, but otherwise she was uninjured. "What the hell was that?"

Two women came crashing through the door. "Oh, god! P! Are you OK?!" It was the Professor and Chelle.

"I'm ok. It was like a large box of chalk dust exploded in there. I'm covered."

"Quick P, take off all your clothes! Chelle, tell them to cut off the air system in the building!"

Purielle looked at the Professor dumbfounded.

"No time to explain P. Just do it! Now!"

Purielle was startled by the Professor's demanding tone, but found that she was quickly complying with her command. She unzipped her dress and let it drop to the floor. She kicked off her high heels.

"P! You're covered in the powder! Take off everything! Quick!"

Purielle pulled her stockings down and then let her panties and bra drop to the floor. She found herself standing completely naked in the office storage room.

"Your jewelry too! Now, P! Now! And don't touch anything!"

Just then Chelle, the Chief, and Lianna piled through the door. Purielle was thoroughly embarrassed and she started to cover her breasts and crotch. "Professor, why..."

"Don't talk P! And keep you arms at your sides."

The Chief stood stunned. "Is that MolecuLox?"

"MolecuLox Glue?!" Purielle shouted - her heart suddenly beating twice as fast. "Some would claim it bonds so tightly, that it's permanent."

"Please, P! Stop talking! It's only MolecuLox Powder! The powder is harmless. We need to get it off you before it turns to glue. Keep your mouth open! We need to get her someplace cold, really fast!"

Lianna's eyes seemed to be riveted to Purielle's trim, lean body. "There's a meat locker in the next office building down. It's where the cafeteria used to be."

Ten minutes later, they had escorted Purielle to the meat locker. They got her to stand with her feet shoulder width apart, her arms at her sides and her palms open. They told her not to close her lips, lest they may seal forever.

"If you come in contact with water the powder will turn to glue," the Professor explained. "We need to find a way to get the powder off of you."

"It's so cold in here though," Purielle whimpered. Her body was covered in goose bumps. Her nipples stood erect and hard.

"I know P. But we want to minimize your perspiration. Don't worry. And please don't cry."

"Ok"

The Professor and Apprentice Chelle used a metal rod to scrape as much of the dust as they could from Purielle's body, taking care to collect every minute flake. Once they had a good collection they left the meat locker to a makeshift lab outside.

Purielle stood as still as she could. Every time she exhaled though, she could see her breath. "I just need to meditate. Breathe slowly... Relax..."

Inside though her thoughts were spinning. "What if I get tired of standing here? How long can I hold this position? What if I develop a cramp? What if I sneeze?"


In the lab outside the meat locker, the Professor and Chelle were frantically searching for something to remove the powder without turning it to glue.

"Professor?" Chelle asked, "You said that the powder was harmless. Do you really think that's true?"

"I don't know Apprentice. I just don't know."


"Any luck yet Chelle?" Purielle asked when the apprentice entered the meat locker.

"The Professor is working really hard to find a solution. She's a very smart woman, you know."

"I guess that -eans that you haven't -een a-le to hind one yet." Purielle remembered to not close her mouth. She was having trouble saying m's and b's.

"Don't worry, P... How are you holding up?"

"Ok" Purielle decided that she must have 'moved into the zone'. It seemed to be easier and easier to hold her position as time passed.

The Professor stepped into the meat locker with the metal rod. Her eyes looked tired. "Purielle, we need to get more powder to sample."

Chelle stepped up to Purielle to find a place where the powder coated her skin.

"Uh... Professor?"

"Yes, Apprentice Chelle."

"I don't see any of the powder. Anywhere."

Purielle's eyes brightened. "That's good, right."

The Professor stepped up closer and examined Purielle's naked flesh. "Shit..."

"Shit's not good! Shit's not good!" Clouds of condensation puffed dramatically from Purielle's mouth.

"Raise your arms, P." the Professor requested.

Purielle did not move a millimeter. "I can't -oove, Prohessor! I can't -oove!"


Two days later...

A lab on Vine Street in Inlandsville...

"I implore you Professor! Go home! Get some rest!" Seychelle's hands were on her hips. She looked exasperated with her mentor.

"We have to keep testing, Apprentice Chelle. We don't know when this 'Delectica' is going to strike again, the bitch!"

"You don't want to get sloppy, Professor. You need to be sharp when you are testing the powder samples. Right now, you are not sharp."

"You're right." The Professor shut down the monitor of her computer and put her head on the desk. A moment later Chelle saw the Professor's back start shaking. She placed a comforting hand there and rubbed her shoulders.

"You did the best that you could, Professor."

"It's just that... I didn't think that P's skin would absorb the powder like that. Now her flesh is frozen. She's like a mannequin." Tears were streaming down the Professor's face. "She's lucky that she can even move enough to breathe."

"It could have been much worse. It WOULD have been much worse if you hadn't been there."

The Professor pounded the desk with her fist - her resolve suddenly hardening. "This is personal now..."

To be continued...