Victoria smiled, dimpling her cheeks. “I’m doing pretty well. Yourself?”
Prism snuggled against her friend for a moment before breaking the hug. “Great. Just got back from a warm day at the beach.”
“I heard. You have any fun with your hunky bodyguard?” Vi gave her friend a sly smile.
Prism’s snout darkened as she felt her face heat up in a blush. “No! Of course not!” She shuffled nervously. “He’s a security guard, I’m the CEO. I can’t be dating him, it’s… weird.”
Vi laughed, her belly jiggling under her lab coat. “You know what we’re producing, and you’re weirded out by a little office romance?”
Prism shuffles again. “…you should come to the beach with us some time. You do so much work here, you deserve a break.” She smiles a little. “And I know you enjoy swimming.” Ah, the classic defense. If all else fails, change the subject.
Vi shrugs. “But I like working on this. I’ve always loved chemistry, and this is a dream come true. I’m doing all sorts of things to help people. Our muscle mass formula is used to help people with atrophy after long recovery periods. Plus there’s all the people using out drugs to help realize their fantasies.” She looks down a bit, slightly embarrassed at this. She’s used them that way herself, but it’s still a bit weird for her.
Prism sighs, but keeps smiling. “You’re right, as usual, but you should think about taking a break, too. A little rest never hurt anyone. Plus, you’re my friend. We should hang out more often.”
Vi nods and smiles sheepishly, but before she can say anything, the elevator dings and the doors open. “…this is my floor.” She walks out, but holds the door open with her tail. Vi turned back to Prism and said, “How about we go out on the town later? Girls night out.”
Prism grinned warmly, “I’d love that. I’ll talk to you later then, ok? You know where to find me.” The doors started to close when she shouted out a quick, “Say ‘Hi’ to the guys in the lab for me, ok?” She winked as the doors closed, cutting off any response from Victoria.
The elevator continued upwards until it reached the top floor, Prism’s personal floor, containing her living quarters, which had plenty of room for a penthouse party, as well as a small work area, though her official office was one floor beneath her. She stepped out of the elevator into the well-furnished area. The afternoon sun was brightly illuminating the rest of the cityscape, the sunlight reaching into the rooms through the windows which made up the outer wall of the floor. As she walked into the center of the floor, she slipped out of her bikini, wanting to take a shower before getting to work. The bathroom was in the middle of the floor, and had solid, opaque walls, for obvious reasons. Before slipping into the shower, as a force of habit, she took a dose of a reverser chemical. This chemical was designed to undo any changes done to a person by her company’s product. When the reverser was done Prism looked …
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