Nikka turned the television to the local news.
The news anchors, a man and a woman, were sitting behind the desk reading mundane stories, just like always. Nikka exhaled, relieved. Surely, the crazy happenings at the vet’s office were only in her head. In fact, the more she thought back, the more convinced she was that she’d made the whole thing up. Everything was fine.
Nikka’s heart rate finally came down to normal after ten minutes or so of the news. She was a little more turned on than normal, though that might have been a result of her erotic maybe-experience today. Thoughts of the woman at the vet touching herself while an egg began to appear between her legs lingered on Nikka’a mind...
Nikka was shaken from her daze all at once when an anchor finished her sentence with “...with more on the strange animal behavior around town.”
As the camera cut to what appeared to be a farm just out of town, Nikka looked down. Her hand was planted firmly under the sweatpants she’d changed into, stroking her remarkably wet snatch. Unbelievable, she thought. Had she been masturbating unconsciously? She certainly was turned on. She removed her hand and squeezed her legs together as the field reporter onscreen began to speak.
“Thanks John,” began Jasmine Carroll, whose light brown skin and black hair gleamed in the sunlight, “Farmers in the towns surrounding our city have reported remarkably high numbers of animals vanishing from their properties, only to show up at other nearby farms. Nearly all of the missing animals have been found—well—in compromising situations, so to speak,” she stifled a giggle, and Nikka could hear the male anchor chuckle as well.
Jasmine continued, but Nikka stopped listening. Something else had grabbed her attention. Jasmine’s low-cut shirt revealed a generous amount of cleavage, and that cleavage was turning pink. Nikka’s heart quickened again, and her hand, which had returned to its place between her legs, picked up the pace as well.