Outpost Three

As I was walking along the long corridor that led out of the dining room I took in my surroundings properly. There were doors all along the hallway which I assumed were the grey's rooms, because all of the purple's rooms were in the next corridor along. I got to the lobby with the fire pit in the centre where I had first met Ms Venable. I felt the heat from the stone fire warm my skin and remembered the feeling I got when I first saw her. How strong she looked yet so fragile and delicate. The way she moved her eyes all over my body until she had taken in every last inch. I wanted to be in her presence again, even though she had only just left me. I had to snap myself out of my daydream and refocus myself on the Outpost. If I had any hope of not getting lost around here I had to at least try to get to know my way around.

There were four corridors branching off from the fire pit room, including the one I had just come from. I started walking down the one to the left of me and saw a large oak door at the end, the entrance lit by more candles. I pushed the door open and entered the room, closing it behind me. The room was huge and had shelves lining the walls which were filled with books. It was dimly lit by candles, with just enough light to see to the end of the room. There were black couches and armchairs placed in various positions around the room and an old vinyl record player in the corner, similar to the one in the common room but it looked like it didn't work anymore. In the middle of the room there were more shelves filled with old vinyls and records that looked untouched, they must have been there for a long time. I used to read quite a bit before the bomb hit, it calmed me down and relaxed my mind. I liked the atmosphere of the room so I decided to stay there for a while. I had a look through the book shelves and chose one before I sat down on one of the armchairs, bringing a candle with me for reading light. But as I opened the first page to start reading, I heard the door creak open as a girl walked into the room.

It was the same shy looking girl with the mousy brown hair from the van. She jumped a little when she saw me - I don't think she expected to see anyone here.
"Oh - hi, sorry I thought you were Ms Venable or one of the others" she said, in a panicked tone. "I'm not supposed to be in here, only the purples are allowed, but I saw this room earlier and wanted to come and have a look." She explained. She was still wearing grey and had her hair in a tall, tight, bun. It looked a bit weird actually, but it wasn't my place to comment.
"That's okay, I won't say anything. I'm (y/n). What's your name?" I asked. I'd been hoping to find her at some point and ask about the whole grey and purple thing anyway.
"I'm Mallory. I'm only here because I was Coco's assistant before the bomb hit. That's why they made me a grey. Because I didn't pay my way in and my genes certainly aren't anything special." She said with a shrug look on her face.
"So what do the grey's even do?" I asked. "Why aren't you allowed in certain rooms?"
"Ms Venable said that we are like the worker ants. We prepare food and serve the purples who she said are superior to us. So I guess we are just here to assist you guys" she replied. I felt kind of bad for her, she seemed like a nice girl. But I guess she was better off as a grey down here than dead out there.
"I can leave if you want the room to yourself." She said after a few seconds.
"No don't worry I'm fine with you staying, it doesn't bother me I'll just be reading for a while anyway." I replied, opening my book again. She came in and took a book off of the book shelf before sitting on the couch opposite me and began reading herself. It was nice just the two of us, peaceful.

It must have been about half an hour and both of us must have zoned out because we didn't hear the sound of the cane approaching from the hallway until it was too late. The door was pushed open and Mallory slammed her book shut in panic. Ms Venable was standing at the entrance, her head tilted and both hands rested on her cane in front of her. Once she noticed that Mallory was there her expression grew a hundred times colder and anger spread across her face.
"What on earth are YOU doing in this room?" She said, glaring at Mallory.
"I - I'm sorry M-Ms Venable I only came to look at the books" she stammered, I could tell her poor heart was racing.
"I'm sure you were told, along with the other greys, that you are forbidden from the purple rooms unless instructed otherwise." Ms Venable had a way of speaking that wasn't loud, but her voice was so stern and deep that it filled the entire room. She was hot when she was mad.
"Ms Mead" she beckoned, without breaking her eyes from Mallory. I heard rushed footsteps along the corridor and the shorter woman who brought us inside appeared at Ms Venable's side.
"It appears that this grey needs punishing. Take her to the chamber." She commanded. Ms Mead charged over to Mallory, who didn't put up a fight, and took her arm leading her down the corridor. It was just me and Ms Venable inside the room now.

She took another step forward and let go of the door, letting it close behind her. She walked over to me and stopped about a meter away. We held eye contact for a few seconds before either of us spoke. Her eyes were a deep brown. They were hypnotising. As I stared into them my lips parted slightly, leaving my mouth ajar. She lifted her mouth into a smirk, raising her eyebrows slightly watching me practically drool over her. Just before she spoke she took another step closer to me, so that our faces were inches apart. I felt her breath ghosting over my lips. God I wanted to kiss her so bad.
"And for you, Ms (y/l/n), it looks like you need punishing too, for letting that grey sit in here with you." She whispered in a seductive tone. Was she trying to turn me on? If she was, it was working. I just stood there, my eyes fixed on hers, unable to even speak because of how she was making me feel. Our faces were still about two inches apart, close enough that I could feel her breath on my skin. I wanted her to rip my clothes off right then, but before I could say anything she lowered her eyes to my lips, and then my boobs, all the way down my body and back up to my eyes. With one last little smirk she moved away and left the room, leaving me standing weakly by my armchair.

I took a couple of moments to take in what had just happened, my mind was working at a hundred miles an hour. She knew what she was doing - surely. The way she looked at me, her eyes were hungry. It was like she was trying to tease me, and it worked. I had butterflies just thinking about what happened. She said she was going to punish me, but she didn't take me where Mallory has gone, she just let me go. It didn't make any sense. She was playing with me. The only thing I knew now was how attracted I was to her, it wasn't just some silly childish crush anymore, I was INTO her. And i wasn't going to let her think that she had me wrapped around her little finger. If it was a game she wanted, it was a game she'd get.

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