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The love and lust of two lovers changed the world…
In 2080 AD, at the end of the 21st Century, after a great and violent shock and reorganization of the human race, all national boundaries and racial prejudices have disappeared, and the earth is left barren. In the moment of artificially created nature, the goal of striving and attempting to create is lost.
The only thing that remains unchanged is lust, which is still growing in the shadows. Thus, a movie disc that synthesizes fantasy and reality brings people back to the most obscure and ancient depths of lust, and in the brilliant vision of technological civilization, the love and greed of a pair of lovers, Will and Jenny, make people rethink about love, lust, and love….
Chapter VI
Everything seemed very easy, as Wen was very pretty, and Jenny had her hair cut shoulder-high and deflowered to black. Her lips were painted with red lipstick and she looked like a young girl socializing for the first time.
Though she was a little taller than Vin and a little fatter, she was very slender and short by European standards. While Vin’s skin was yellow, Jenny’s was a bright creamy white, and she looked a little flushed as she put pink foundation on her face. Jenny’s skin was covered with tiny golden-red fuzz, so her skin didn’t look as smooth as the skin of the Oriental girls, but in the light, it didn’t look as real.
It was only in leaking her body hair black that she felt some shame. It was kind of strange, she felt rushed when she had nothing better to do, but now it was different, she had something big to do. Her spirit was free and easy all at once. In the netherworld, she felt that she would have a plan, and in carrying it out, would surely have help. In short, she would win this challenge, and she would save Will from this poisoned wine.
She knew that she couldn’t leave Old Town, she couldn’t let Will just die, even if she had to die, she had to die with Will. And she certainly couldn’t let Vin become a hostage, trading Vin’s ordeal for a better life for them. But in the initial stages of her rescue plan, she needed Want’s help. She would have to tell Wen how she was to contact Faye, who would help her and bring her friends for support as she entered the Down Zone.
“Wolfe wants people to call him Will when he’s in the Down District.” Jenny whispered, “But he’s not called Will here.” Jenny didn’t know why Will had to use an alias in the Old Quarter, and although she finally ended up respecting him very much and obeying him, it was too late.
Jenny and Wen have been hired by a boss who has now erected a show shed at the edge of the square, from which Will is being hung for public display. A number of these makeshift huts have been erected around the square. Many people will converge on the square from tonight until tomorrow night, so people can enjoy themselves in the sheds before something big happens.
The performance room was constructed of tents and contained a number of seats, in front of which was a stage with a curtain made of thin silk and some searchlights mounted behind the seats. The audience that came would pay to see the girls perform a wonderful program. After all the shows were over, the girls would get fifteen percent of all the proceeds. The girls just had to hope that they could make enough money to cover what they needed in the little time they had. Jenny was up for the challenge of raising the money that Vin had said she would need, and this was the only chance they had left to try and do it.
Jenny was unfamiliar with what she was about to do, but it was her unfamiliarity that made her more comfortable doing it. It was like a real reality, instead it was unreal. She hadn’t done any of this before, and she was free of any burdens. But even though it was a bit peculiar, it was very vivid. Was this a dream or not? she thought as she came to her senses.
The two women whispered together.
“I can’t do the challenge on my own.” Jenny whispered, “The Amazons might catch me, and Wolfe would object to me doing it.”
“I think he’d object,” Vin said.
Jenny looked at Wen. “He doesn’t empathize with me.” Jenny said softly, “You did that with him, but he didn’t do it with me, he wouldn’t do it with me.”
“So why did he risk his life to save you?”
“Because there was someone, both of us, who was her friend, and Wolfe was very fond of her. He promised her he would get me out of there and send me home.”
“She loves you? I mean you as a friend.”
“Going by her point of view, I guess so.” Jenny said.
Vin was silent for a few moments, all the time considering what Jenny had just said, thinking about some of the things she herself had experienced and what she had learned about the delicate relationship between men and women.
“Does that mean you like women?” Shizuku asked suddenly and slyly.
Jenny snapped. “I don’t like women.” She said with a hard-on.
“Despite that, you like women’s bodies.” Vin insisted, a puzzled look on her face.
“Sometimes I find men a little scary.” Jenny lowered her voice to a whisper, “But doing it with a woman is so much easier, so much gentler, and so much deeper, but I still prefer men when comparing the two. It is true that I have done this sort of thing with women very little, and, to tell the truth, only with two, one of whom was the intimate friend who made Wolfe come to my rescue. Yet we hadn’t been together for about three years. I mean, not as a lover.”
“Wolfe was a good friend of hers, too.”
“Yes.”
“Maybe life for people in the Down District isn’t different from the Old Town. At least not to the extent I feared.”
“It’s the same everywhere.” Jenny said.
“If you don’t want to be recognized when you issue a challenge,” Vin kept saying continuously, “you’re going to have to put on makeup.”
“What’s wrong?”
Wen gave an explanation. When Jenny understood, she felt her blood almost curdle all at once. There was no way she could win, but if she gave up, then she would always have a burden on her conscience. But either way, she needed the money. That’s when Vin said how they would go about getting the money.
“I also like both men and women.” Shizuku explained in a small voice. “But in comparison, I like women more. When I make love to Wolfe, as hard as he is and as good as I feel, it just makes looking increase the need for a woman’s touch even more. My dear Jenny, men top love to see women playing sex games together. If you really want to save the man who doesn’t like you, then maybe I can help you.
If you’re not disgusted by the idea of what I’m talking about, we’ll be doing sex-for-fun games together, and after we do that in front of an audience, we’ll be able to raise enough money to prepare for the challenge in no time at all.”
“You and me?” Jenny asked in a small voice.
“Yes, you and me.” Vin said softly, her voice soft as the summer night sky and sweet as the nectar that flowed through her heart.
Jenny dresses up as much as she can to look like Vin, and they pose as a pair of sisters so that people will mistake them for a pair of incestuous lesbian sisters. Each performance was twenty minutes long, with a ten minute break in between, a ten minute break for the audience to change. There were only a few hours left in an evening, and they had to make enough money in those hours. The owner of the performance tent, who doubled as a hustler himself, shouted loudly to the passing crowds to come into the tent and watch the colorful performances.
The tent soon filled with spectators who would be watching the first performance of the night. The two of them would perform naked, leaving only a few props for the show. Jenny felt very peculiar about her body, peculiar in a way that was as unbelievable as what was happening tonight. Her lips, her nipples, and the toenails of her hands and feet were painted bright, bright red. Her hair and body hair leaked black, looking like the fur on a young tomcat, seemingly black and not. She and Vin had planned what moves they were going to do, but they had run out of time to rehearse. Either way, they had to do their best so that when the audience left after their performance, word of mouth would spread that the show was well worth seeing.
This will be a one-act play. The performers are a pair of sisters, one shy, the other bold, one appearing innocent, the other sophisticated and mature, one the instructor who guides every move, the other the recipient of her instruction.
Wen is the guide.
The show was about to begin. Jenny’s heart rose to her throat as she heard the hungry rustling from the audience on stage, who were eagerly awaiting the erotic performance that was to follow. Jenny almost had to sit down out of shame. She shouldn’t be performing in front of these crowds of spectators; she shouldn’t be naked in front of them, she shouldn’t be embracing women in front of other people, and she shouldn’t be displaying her pussy in such a vulgar sexual performance.
But it’s all about Will.
The music started and Jenny saw Vin at the other end of the stage, who gave her an encouraging smile. The curtain made of thin silk still hung over the stage, a searchlight from the back shone through the thin fabric and in the light they walked onto the stage. It was still dark under the stage as the audience sat in their seats, waiting for the show to begin. At this point, they began to undress one by one.
They turn sideways to the audience and undress their bodies in a very exaggerated position. They first very wonderfully made shaking motions with their hands. Then the short skirts were removed. Then they both sat down on the floor and at the same time lifted one leg and took off the stocking on it, then lifted the other leg and did the same. Finally, they took off their panties and tossed them aside.
The light from the searchlights behind the audience, shining on the two women, was no longer so real, but it was clear to the audience that they were both naked, and that the silk curtain covering them had finally moved away. They had paid money to see naked flesh, not just blurred shadows, but even the blurred shadows were seductive.
There was an ear-splitting scream, which only stopped when Shizuku came out and started to give a wonderful performance. Shizuku slowly stepped out from behind the curtain, and all of a sudden her naked body was clearly exposed to the audience. Her lithe body was coated with a layer of grease that reflected brightly in the light. Shizuku looked very beautiful. The audience continued to make appreciative “boo boo” noises and applauded vigorously at the same time.
Shizuku stroked herself, then raised one leg and admired it with self-pity. She turned her back to the audience and acted as if she were spying on her “sister” through a window, or perhaps a small hole. As Shizuku rhythmically thrust her bare ass toward the audience, they cried out in admiration.
Jenny was still behind the silk curtain, and she seemed to hear her sister’s call and woke up. Jenny stood up, stretched, and then walked along the curtain. She was already naked. Vin ran gracefully over to her, pulled Jenny close and kissed her. Then they made their way to the two chairs placed side by side in the center of the stage and sat down. Their hands were entwined while their knees were placed end to end. Vin rested her head on Jenny’s shoulder while Jenny reached up and stroked Vin’s hair. Vin kissed up to Jenny.
Vin kissed Jenny. It was a staged kiss, and although they acted it out, it was nothing more than a kissing gesture after the lips were close together. However, with the searchlight focused on them, they could not see the audience’s changing expressions. Jenny felt a new and bewildering fear.
Jenny could feel the heat of the light hitting her body and the intensity of it stung her eyes so much that she just had to turn her gaze away from Vin. She could smell the distinctive scent that emanated from the grease applied to her body mixed with sweat stains. She could smell the leaking material in her hair. She figured if her nose was in her groin, she must also be able to smell the telltale odor on her pubic hair. Somehow she felt that the telltale material disturbed her more than anything else, more than her naked body, more than her particular sexual display, more than even doing some sexual exploration with this almost still very unknown girl from Old Town.
Her lower body no longer smelled of her mild body odor and the scent of bodily fluids expelled due to her body’s arousal; all that was there was the smell of chemicals. If it was just the odor, then what other man would be interested? Tears welled up in her eyes and slowly trickled down her cheeks. Jenny shouldn’t have been uncomfortable with this, shouldn’t have found it funny. She could only blame it on the fact that time wasn’t going to allow her to wait, that the crisis was now imminent, and that she would just have to resign herself to it until she got through it.
Vin kissed Jenny. Jenny ran her hands over the corners of Vin’s forehead, then straightened her hair, then Jenny kissed Vin back. Their lips were as vivid as the petals of a blooming flower, their kiss was passionate and deep, as entwined as a pair of lovers. They were kissing and they were beginning the process of falling in love.
Jenny’s breasts jiggled and touched Vin’s, Vin let go of Jenny’s lips and cupped Jenny’s head in her two small hands as she spoke to Jenny in a comical accent before pointing to their breasts and giggling strangely. Jenny took hold of one of her breasts and reached out to Vin, as if asking her something, and Vin laughed mischievously and reached out to take hold of her own small breasts as well. They pinched and rubbed their nipples, gently at first, then slowly with more force.
Jenny felt her nipples stand up immediately, and a tremor ran between her thighs, and she knew that she was already wet and muggy down there. She recalled how hard Vin’s tiny breasts had stood up against her smooth skin as Will pressed against her supple body.
Vin lowered her head to kiss Jenny’s nipple. It wasn’t a pretend kiss. Vin’s mouth was on Jenny’s nipple and she stuck her tongue around it as Vin sucked. Jenny felt her nipples firming up and her breasts swelling with them. Her hair was in the way of her face and she shook her head to throw it back behind her head so the audience could see her thirsty and passionate face. Jenny slid off the seat and Vin followed, sliding down and laying beside her. Now it was Jenny who was kissing her sister’s breasts, she kissed Vin’s with her eyes tightly closed and her face contented and intoxicated.
They heard a buzzing, muffled clamor coming from offstage. Vin lifted her head up and tucked her legs in as they kissed mouth to mouth once more, all the while, their hands caressing each other’s breasts. Then Jenny lowered her head and kissed Vin’s breasts once more. She kissed Vin’s belly button and kissed Vin’s belly. Vin spread her thighs, and Jenny followed by sticking her head down and kissing Vin’s pussy.
Now it was Jenny’s turn to really kiss Vin. She buried her head between Vin’s legs and stuck her tongue out and licked Vin’s pussy, she felt Vin getting aroused, felt Vin’s pussy filling up and bulging.
Little by little Vin bent her legs over her chest, however spreading them a little wider so that her pussy was fully exposed to the audience, at the same time Jenny turned her face a little sideways towards the audience so that the audience could see clearly that Jenny was indeed kissing Vin’s pussy. At this point water was oozing from Vin’s pussy, and the water formed a bright line in the light. Jenny sat up and stared at her freshly licked pussy as the lights were focused between Wen’s legs, and now the audience could see the light reflecting off of Wen’s wet, muggy pussy. Vin hung her head and closed her eyes at the same time.
Jenny reached out with one finger and slowly, carefully inserted this finger into Cloud, the audience could now see the whole process of how the finger stabbed into the folds of Wen’s pussy and then plunged deep into the bottom, Jenny’s finger twitched a couple of times in Wen’s warm and elastic cunt and then pulled it out, with a naughty grin she slipped the finger into her mouth and sucked on it.
Jenny could feel both of their bodies starting to get hot, and by this time the audience was clamoring like a herd of animals in heat. Jenny was in control of their emotions, and she herself remained very composed. She was able to make different movements to provoke different reactions from them. With a lewd grin at them, Jenny turned once again to Wen’s open body. She smoothed out her hair and put it behind her back, then buried her head again as Jenny began to suck hard, Vin’s body trembling as she clenched and twisted her two hands together. Jenny grabbed her leg and spread it wider as she sucked, making great noises.
She felt a jet of manna shoot out, a sweet fountain of honey a crystalline dewdrop, a precious gift given in a woman’s passion.
The show is over. The show shed owner began to hurry and drive away the audience. Jenny and Wen had ten minutes to rest, and that included time for them to reapply their makeup and dress. Then she had to repeat the performance she had just given.
“Jenny.” Vin whispered. She stared intently into Jenny’s eyes.
Jenny’s face blushed slightly. The taste of the secretions that came out of Wen’s excitement still lingered in her mouth.
“You’re a very sweet lover.” Vin smiled.
Jenny still didn’t say anything, and her own body began to tremble.
“Next game, can we switch roles?” Vin suggested.
Jenny nodded. She didn’t want the audience to see her hidden sexual pleasures, she didn’t want to be seen through her body by the audience like Vin was. But she longed for the feel of Shizuku’s head buried between her legs, she wanted to feel Shizuku’s soft silky hair, to feel Shizuku’s warm breath, to feel her tongue, she longed for Shizuku’s tongue inside her, she looked forward to the immediate arrival of the moment.
Now she is an outcast, she is far from home, and she is often afraid, hungry, lonely, and frightened.
She figured she was going to die tomorrow night, so why not have Vin kiss her pussy? She even wanted more.
So that’s what she decided.
They continued to perform over and over again, and although they took each performance seriously, only the first one was truly passionate, and as they repeated the actions later on, feeling exhausted and just pretending to perform, they performed same-sex love all night long, until the night wore on and the pedestrians in the plaza became more and more sparse, as they crawled wearily around the stage. Finally the boss told them to stop, it wasn’t worth it anymore.
“Ladies, this is a snazzy thing to do.” He was sitting beside them on the stage and was happily counting his bills.
“Yes?” Vin responded wearily.
“Do you guys still want to come tomorrow night? We can start a couple hours earlier so we can make more money. Your show was absolutely top notch.”
“We have to rest tomorrow.” Vin said, she could feel Jenny shivering beside her.
“Of course, we can perform again at some other time. It was a first-class performance, and I think you both enjoyed doing it, you know? It felt so real that I’m going to pay you more.”
The owner stood up, ready to go clean up the silk curtain on the stage. “Is that enough?” Jenny whispered.
“I think that should be enough.” Vin replied, “Miss, for a few hours of performance, we’ve earned more than enough.” Vin smiled softly her.
“No,” Jenny groaned. “I want more money, even if I’m exhausted.”
Vin was very much awake. “Miss, we have a lot of work to do,” Shizuku said, “which means that if you want to realize the plan, you can’t have it and you’ll have to do what I tell you to do. I don’t want to lose you just yet.”
“Where’s Will?” Jenny said.
“Yes, he’s a man,” Vin agreed with Jenny, “a man I’d like to save if possible, and I think that underneath his fierce, rough exterior, he’s actually a good man. But, sweet Jenny, how would it help him if you died for him?”
“What’s the point of being able to go home without him?” Jenny said.
“How’s your trip going?” Faye asked.
“Very well.” Rollo looked tired, and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes were deep. Faye thought that he might even look better when he was older, if that was possible. Age and the development of his personality had instead made him more attractive, and without a good study of what was inside him, he would have been mesmerized. “We have what we need, our plans are in line with the development of Chessvlau, we can make these poor quarterly indices bounce back, and we also know that at this stage it is always difficult, besides the expenses have been increasing while the income has been below the average profit.”
“Full delivery capacity won’t be realized until a year from now, and things will progress in a better direction after that.”
“Faye, it may take a year and a half, but we can think of something now, and it will be an inexhaustible gold mine when things get better.”
After a moment, Rollo remembered it was time to ask something about how his wife was doing, and how those things were going for her.
“I ran an ad about my missing video disk.” She said, “I rented two time slots, one in the morning and one in the afternoon, for a total of one week.”
“Is there an answer?”
“There are about fifty of them.” Fee said with a bitter smile, “I’ve checked them carefully, but as of this moment, only one is real, the rest are false.”
“One of them is real? You mean the pieces have been traced to this movie disk?”
“Rollo, it’s the same story as what happened in the past, she used to get the movie disk, but now she’s lost it again.”
“Do we recognize this man?”
“It’s a widow. She used to be a policeman’s wife, and she lives on Green Street now, which is just west of the Down District. You know it’s funny, she swears she sees that girl from the video disk everywhere.”
“What!”
“She said that this girl was one of the girls in the movie, and that she often saw her. But they never spoke, she sometimes saw this girl on the other side of the parking lot, or sometimes on the other side of a long street, or simply just coming out of a store. The girl smiled and nodded with her from time to time, but in the end she always disappeared.”
“Did this idiot get a girl on a video disk?”
“As if,” Faye said after a moment of careful thought, “Rollo, do you know of a student who once got this disk?”
“Know.”
“This student had been given a glove, and by that I mean, this woman in the videodisc was wearing a glove.
This woman took off a glove and gave it to him, and when the screening was over, he got it.”
“Faye, what are you saying to me?”
“Rollo, I don’t know what I’m saying to you, just a strange movie disk I guess.”
“I’d really like to try this movie disk once in a while.”
Fay was very scared. “I’m glad you haven’t.”
Rollo looked at Faye quietly, then said, “So is there anything else that worries you?”
“I got a nasty videophone call.”
“How?”
“You’ve heard of this Jesse guy, right? That’s the name he left on the phone, and he said he had a private movie disk, and the disk had me on it. Rollo, I think it was a dirty call.”
“Tell the police to take care of this. I don’t like men making these calls to my wife. We’ll burn his fingers.”
“Right.”
“So you can tell me now what is really bothering you.”
“Will and Jenny are still nowhere to be found.”
“Hell,” Rollo whispered, squeezing the words through his teeth. “Hell, hell, really hell.”
Frit had a pretty good night. A group of crazy women suddenly appeared in the darkness, and they surrounded Furret, offering Furret to have some fun with them. Vrit was in a hurry with the others at the moment, and when he heard this request of theirs, he hesitated for a while at first, and then readily agreed. These women were quite beautiful and not frighteningly fierce like the warrior women. He was led into a large room, warm and filled with upholstered cushions of exotic fabrics, silks, brocades and velvets, and he undressed and waited in it alone. After a while the guard ladies walked in, they still had their clothes on, but what kind of clothes were they, tattoos painted on their bodies were considered clothes. These women didn’t like to dress elaborately, and even wore very little, but you were always afraid to go and make out with them.
This time, it was the women who were looking for Frett, which Frett loved. The women were old hands, and when they came in, they were immediately in a huddle with him, and Fritter yelped like a happy puppy, “wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow, wow”. He presented himself completely to them, spreading his limbs wide and letting them play with all parts of his body. Then one of the women got on top of him, while the others played a beat, making the woman on top of him jerk up and down to the beat.
It was a while before the woman was satisfied and jumped off him. Fuck, they weren’t asking him to do it.
Immediately, another woman mounted him as well, this time, taking a little longer to do it than the last, but then again, he still preferred the latter woman.
The women sat down and began to chat so that Fritter could take a break. There were a couple of women in the room who had a movie screened and were watching it, a couple of others who were playing a guessing game at one point, a game of cards at another, and a couple of others who were smoking cigarettes. After a while, the women realized that he had recovered again, and one of them came up to him with a harrumph. Fury made the woman feel quite pleased.
When the fourth woman was done, Fritter felt very strange. He learned that his libido was infinitely stronger, he just never had the chance to discover it before. He was starting to feel a little hot in the room, even a little suffocating, and his knees were shaking. He moved his limbs to rest for a while, but soon two more women came over to play with him. His cock was once again erect, and one of the women climbed on top of him nonchalantly, this time feeling a little overwhelmed. But he was still doing his duty so that he would have a reputation to live up to later. It was a long time before the woman climbed off of him. Cum, cum, cum.
Afterwards, Fritter was going to sleep. At first he was tense, but after a while he was a deep, relaxed sleeper, and he put his thumb in his mouth and sucked on it sweetly.
He dreamed of a vampire and a goblin who specialized in fucking sleeping men, but he still didn’t care.
Jenny and Wen huddled in a corner of an abandoned building and slumbered until noon the next day. There were thousands of these abandoned buildings, and it was these damaged buildings that made up the old city. When they woke up, Jenny and Wen went to a public bathhouse to shower, and they each hired a waiter to massage their tired limbs. Then they ate something, and when they were full, they bought a lot of clothes, and Jenny insisted on buying some night tights and pants for Will. They also bought food that would last for many days and a pair of very sharp knives. After all this was done they hid their things under a secret rock which was the same rock that they had agreed to meet up with when they escaped back from the square, this was hoped for if Vin had escaped back alone as she was going to go and accomplish what Jenny had told her the other night Jenny had once again told Vin how she should get in touch with Faye. Shizuku was going to hide herself in the crowd and follow them around until she learned that Jenny had lost the challenge, then Shizuku was going to have to hurry up and leave the old town to do what she needed to do.
Jenny had eaten a lot, it wasn’t a tie now that she was full. She needed her strength because she was going to save Will and she didn’t want to fail because she was weak. It was true that she felt confident and agile, but she also knew that it was nothing more than wishful thinking on her part.
It was a very warm, sunny day. There were very few pedestrians outside, and the air marshals were alert in the air with weapons in hand, while Vin and Jenny remained hidden in the shadows. Most of the stores were closed, and these didn’t dare open until after dusk. Jenny needed to find an apothecary, but she didn’t think an apothecary would come to her seedy place, so Vin was just going to have to wait it out with great annoyance. This plan was going to take all the desperation she could muster, and she hoped it would work out.
Finally she waited for the time to do some modifications to her body. That was the reason they needed a lot of money, because they were very expensive. She was accompanied by her faithful Wen to a gallery. There, Jenny helped her tie up her hair (so black and so peculiar), Jenny undressed herself and then lay down on a sleeper chair and closed her eyes. A painter was waiting there, and now it was time to begin.
He started with her right foot. They both agreed before he began to draw without fuss, he drew slowly as Vin patiently supervised him from the sidelines. Jenny didn’t want to look at herself now, she would wait until he was all done before she saved herself the trouble.
The strange sensation from last night came to her once again, and she felt as if she were floating without any solidity as the painter’s brush touched her skin. Tomorrow, perhaps, she would wake up and all these nightmares would be gone. She would live in her spacious apartment again. The air was so fresh, the rooms were decorated with elaborate murals, and there was a balcony in front of the house with many green bonsai.
She’s getting homesick.
She doesn’t think she’ll ever go back to her job again, not because she’s preparing for her death, but because she’s so empty and wrong right now. She knows herself well enough to know how she feels, and all this means is that the way she used to live is gone.
The painter was painting her thighs, and it was time for her right leg to be finished, indeed, the painter switched to her left leg. When the leg was painted, it was time for her to turn over and allow the painter to paint on her entire back, which had to be all over the body, and this veil had to cover the entire body.
The brush strokes were cool on the skin, and this coolness made Jenny feel a kind of rapture. The paint would shrink slightly on the skin as it dried, but it was adaptive in some way, expanding easily as the skin stretched. When her second leg was finished, the painter sprayed some more potion on her first leg to fix the painting on it.
Some of the paints used in these paintings were mixed with a color-excluding agent, so that after a time the paint would come off in those parts of the painting where it had been mixed with the color-excluding agent, so that there would always be some of the skin of the body exposed to the air, in order to ensure that the skin would have to change its air. When it was all finished, it was as if she wore a coat of continuous painting, but it was so tough and elastic that it would last for many days instead of a few hours, which was exactly what Jenny had hoped for, so that it would withstand any violent collision without being ruined.
Jenny rolled over and allowed the painter to draw on the back side of her legs. The painter continued to draw, from her calves to her thighs and then to her ass. Vin spread Jenny’s ass apart so that the artist could paint inside. Jenny didn’t mind, she no longer cared at all about where on her body the painting was being done or how far inside her body it would go. She didn’t bother to look at that, she just wanted to be able to finish the painting quickly.
After a moment, her back was painted, then her neck, and the painter left her arms unpainted for the moment. Once the painting of her back was secured by the potion, Jenny rolled over once more. The Painter began to paint the small of her back.
At this point, Jenny fell asleep, perhaps in a trance-like state. She awoke again when the artist came to her breasts, first on one and then on the other, and all at once she found it very pleasant.
Wen saw that Jenny was smiling and asked, “Do you want to know how you look right now?”
“No, don’t want to.” Jenny replied softly. She could feel the painter’s irritation as his train of thought was interrupted by the two of them. She was able to wait it out. That was what the Painter wanted, the final result wasn’t going to be obvious from the few parts she had now, so she had to be patient.
The painter painted her neck, her shoulders and her arms. He was careful to use pigments laced with a coloring agent on some parts of Jenny’s body, he used a variety of colors and sprayed the painted parts with a potion to hold them in place. Then he peeled away the little bits of colorant-laced paint from Jenny’s body. Jenny’s skin was able to change air, and she was able to live quite normally.
The painter drew Jenny’s face and ears, then stood up and paused.
“It’s not finished painting.” Jenny said dreamily. She was surprised that she could hear Vin gasp, but Vin stood there calmly, not making a sound.
“Only the soles of my feet remain unpainted.” The painter said, wiping the paint from his hands as he gazed at his work.
“My comment wasn’t referring to the soles of the feet.” Jenny said, while opening her eyes to look at the painter.
He was young, with wild black eyes and a mouth tinged with anger. He had talent, and this overabundance of talent hurt him prematurely; he was creative, but every exhaustive effort to create drained him, leaving him exhausted for days afterwards.
“I don’t know where else to include unpainted.” The painter said.
“You’ll see now.” Jenny’s gentle blue eyes hardened, which caused the painter to lower his head. Jenny opened her thighs and the painter picked up his brush once more, moving the lamp closer so he could see better. Once his paint-filled brush reached Jenny, he stopped shaking, and it was as if a magical current of electricity traveled throughout his body, stopping his shaking. He was painting her pussy, and he was stroking it with one of his male hands as he tried to make her small world swell. Now between Jenny’s legs became a Babylonian garden in the sky. A beautiful masterpiece was finally complete.
Jenny slowly stood up and leaned back in her chair to stretch. Vin turned her back, the painting on Jenny was too intimidating and too much of a mind grabber. The painter cocked his head while holding his chin in one hand as he looked his work up and down.
Suddenly, he was moved to tears. “I think this is a one-of-a-kind masterpiece now.” Jenny said something decisively, then Vin gave the painter the money she had negotiated beforehand, and walked out of the room with an already tearful man in tow. Jenny went to the mirror and scrutinized herself, she checked her whole body, from the front, to the back and then the sides. What a body this was! She laughed violently. She lifted a small mirror, placed it between her legs, adjusted the angle, and viewed through the mirror’s reflection the last place the painter had painted.
Yes, she was very happy. The continuous canvas that covered her entire body gave her an urge to strike, and she was ready for the challenge. She took out the leggings she had only just purchased and slipped them over her magnificent body, then with a twist of her arm she draped a cape over her shoulders before fastening the golden wind buttons at the front of her collar. She put on a silk hood, then put up the wind collar on the cloak, and the paintings that covered her body so tightly, the work of the painter all but blocked in her all-armed clothes. She was dressed all in black, and only from the hood of her black coat could she see the steely light that shot from her eyes. Her face could not be seen, her body could not be seen, she would wear them and wait for the challenge to come.
Rhapsody of Passion (6-2)
Will found it very interesting what had befallen him. The shackles binding him were causing him great pain, and after eighteen hours of bondage, they were aggravating his torment. His hands were stretched flat on a stick tied by chains across the back of his shoulders. During the day, when it was very hot, he had been allowed to sit down a little, and at that time he had taken the opportunity to take a nap. But now it was nearing evening, and once again he was nailed and bound to a post by his feet. Some disgusting bugs crawled up his skin, and he thought to himself that it would be nice to reach out and shoo them away. How wonderful it would be, but for the most part all he could do was let them wreak havoc as a number of red rashes slowly developed on his body.
He did admire the Amazons a little. They lived their lives on principle, and he found that admirable, even if he had become their captive. Any Amazons would feel it was time to celebrate after these crazy days. But he didn’t understand why they were so bloodthirsty. They had their rules, and he had broken them.
He admired their courage, he admired their organization and discipline. Ever since he had led a plagiaristic organization he had realized that loyalty was a must and that it could not be trampled upon at will.
They have a beauty quest for rules that is so unseemly that it adds to many laughs. But any man would be amazed at their ability to capture men and then make them available for their sexual entertainment. He was self-conscious of his service to them, knowing that he and some of his other male captors would have to satisfy these fierce, but not unattractive, warrior women. He was pleased with the woman he served. She was funny, strong, and a little creative. He held her close, thrusting his burning cock into her, and he felt her almost melt under him; there were some things a woman couldn’t do on her own to achieve that level of pleasure, only with him, Will. But he hadn’t become their pet, it wouldn’t work. Nothing could save his life, he was nothing more than a caged cohabitant for the time being, a shut-in member of the boudoir, a plaything for the warrior women who toyed with him more than he could handle. He would rather die than be so degraded.
He was very thirsty! He tried not to think about the sensation of drinking water, and he closed his eyes tightly to think about his life experiences when he was young. He wasn’t too old to feel old and out of shape, and it wasn’t too bad to end his life in this way. The sun shone strongly and directly on him, he couldn’t hold on any longer, and with a loud bang, he passed out. At night he would make people happy.
The women warriors guarding him were slumped against the steps on either side of him, their hands cradling their weapons as they dozed lazily; there was no way he could escape, and they had no fear that anyone would come to his rescue. Had someone actually approached him with a weapon, they could have woken up quickly enough, but that was something not to even think about; the people of the old city were looking forward to their entertainment, and they weren’t going to spoil it.
He didn’t see when a cloaked and hooded figure with a basket on his arm came to him, the man spoke briefly with one of the female guards, then the warrior woman’s hand swung lazily in his direction and the cloaked figure came to his long exhausted side. He sobered up a bit, or at least he got the impression that the man wasn’t very tall, and the body wrapped in the cloak was slender. Foolishly he wondered if the man had come to fool him.
This person bent down, took a gourd out of the basket, and poured all the water in it into a bowl; she took another spoon, and coming to him, she scooped up a spoonful of water, and moistened his lips first.
It was the best drink Will had ever had, and this cool sensation in his mouth told him what a torment he was suffering, and he began to suck desperately at the water in the spoon. Once again she scooped up a spoonful of water and handed it to him, and so fed him spoonful after spoonful until he no longer felt thirsty, no longer felt a sense of restlessness.
Now she began to sponge his dirty face, and she washed away the dust and perspiration from it, and then she washed his neck and breast, which made him feel very comfortable, and he endeavored to get a good look at the face of this great merciful person, but her full dress made her like a black pool with no bottom, and it was always too much for his aching eyes to see through. Except once or twice in a while he could see her gaze flicker, and he almost wondered if she was a real person, if she was a living person.
The sun hung low in the western sky, which was like a blood-red disk against the sky. The sun was emitting a dim red light that shone down on him, making him look darker than ever, and his skin looked alive as it absorbed the water. His shoulders and arms were starting to feel sore, and his legs were still suffering from the heat of the fire, and he wished she hadn’t stopped to do something else.
She went down to his chest, and then as she thought she would, she went all the way down to his stomach. The pants he wore were just a small rag of pants. Now she was working on his legs, and now they were both trembling.
His pain, his future destiny, and this blazing sun in the sky and the world of ecstasy creeping up inside him all combined to give him a strange sensation. He hadn’t expected something that shouldn’t have happened at all to happen; his cock hardened with a strange carnal longing that eased his pain considerably as his longing overcame the pain in his muscles. How impossible, he thought in a daze, this was indeed a great joke. He laughed constantly as he taunted himself with the fact that he had control, but, in this current situation, it was against his will.
The dirty ragged shorts were pulled off. This hooded woman bent over him, the women warriors still lazily closing their eyes and not even bothering with this woman they thought was a little crazy. The psychedelic world disappeared and was replaced by this woman gently but swiftly pulling off the dirty rags wrapped around his ass, her body in front of his as she inspected his body carefully, only to see his erect penis as a hateful thick rod barricaded across them.
He couldn’t make out her lids through her mask. She was crouching her body close to him, the edge of the hood she wore touching the small of his back. His heart raced. His hair stood up violently, and his eyes opened wide, so wide that they almost bulged out.
My Jesus, my God. She was sucking on him! Will’s eyes squeezed shut again, and a powerful wave of arousal was surging through his entire body. The sucking of her mouth was so demonic and so sweet. It soothed every pore in his body, and Will mentally recited a silent prayer of gratitude; fate was so unpredictable, even for the dying.
He felt her hand reach out to grip his cock. Her mouth was sucking hard and her hand was still stroking his very masculine, rough baby with great confidence and sophistication. He was too weak to stay in arousal for long, it would drain him even more. Now she took out a clean cloth and put it around his waist, covering his secret place and restoring his dignity once more.
She knelt in front of his feet. While cleaning his legs, she also stopped and kissed the area she had just cleaned. Will’s heart filled with love for her and he felt his heart almost break. In this world, there would be such a thing!
She stood up.
“Honey.” He opened his mouth to speak, but his voice was too hoarse to be recognizable. She pressed her fingers to his lips, begging him to be quiet, and then her fingers gently stroked up between his lips. What a deep feeling it was! She lifted the bowl again and held it to his lips. He gazed at her and opened his mouth to drink the sweet bowl of water, which leaked out of the corners of his mouth and ran down his chin to the ground.
“Thank you.” He said, his eyes, his lips, and his voice giving away how gentle he was. Finally she spoke, “Get ready.” Her voice was soft. Then she picked up her basket and turned to walk away.
Blocks of figures filled the square, some of them burrowing under the crumbling walls, others slipping silently out of the underground drains and gutters. All of these people cowered during the day, living under dark stone and brick walls, but it was only when the night overcame the day and drove away the last glimmer of light from the sky that these people began to stir into the darkness of the night. The people of the old city had come to celebrate their good time. The Amazons themselves were victorious, and the warrior women who watched over Will shook themselves and stood on either side of him, keeping a close eye on their surroundings.
They built many huge racks on which they built roaring fires. The people speared the meat with iron rods and put it on the fire to turn and roast it. Barrels with beer and wine were carried out. People could go and enjoy themselves. Stages were set up, troupes of traveling entertainers with blackened lids singing Negro ballads put on a show, and the throngs of people grew tighter and tighter as some of them loitered and some of them watched the show. Will watched all this in silence, and wondered if, in his place, he would have been in the same excitement and frenzy as these people.
He wasn’t sure if he was happy or hard on the cape-cloaked psychedelic lady. Thanks to her, he was more awake and more alive, but it was not something to be happy about for him, a man who was going to die. When darkness fell, the absence of sensation was rather a better thing for him. The loincloth around him was proper and clean. He knew in his heart that if she had appeared sooner he would have been able to speak to her; he had something to ask her about his destiny, and there was no way he was going to let her go.
Suddenly a loud rumbling sound rang out from the side of the square, and it overpowered the excited clamor of the excited and drunken crowd. They all turned and looked silently at what was happening behind them, and Will opened his eyes to see what was going on, and he saw that a huge, obnoxious crate was swaying from side to side and moving towards him, and that a group of Amazons were dragging it with great force. They were divided on either side of the box, and they pulled it up to Will’s side, stopped it satisfactorily, and turned around. It was a snake-trough, filled with cobras, twisting and turning, their mouths “shushing” red letters, waiting for their delicacy. Will trembled uncontrollably, a nameless fear spread through his body, a cold sweat broke out, and he wanted to open his mouth to scream, to protest against the cruelty they had inflicted on him, and against all the ill-treatment they had inflicted on him. At that moment he remembered what the cloaked Miss Ecstasy had said to him, and this restored his calm and gave him new courage.
The only sound in the square at this time was the faint “wailing” of instruments played by wandering entertainers from a distance. Suddenly a strong rhythmic beat overwhelmed the crowd, and the Amazons began to beat their drums.
At first the drums were small and slow, but in no time the drums were slowly getting louder. Along with it the tempo was getting faster and faster. People began to flinch; they felt a twinge of fear. The air was filled with the mysterious atmosphere of the Amazin religion, and this tension was like a heavy boulder weighing down the people, an omen of death. The Amazons, however, all looked ecstatic; they were suddenly alive. Tonight they would welcome the appearance of their goddess, and they cheered and broke into thunderous whistles.
The drums still quaked fiercely, a sound that struck into their hearts and accelerated the fluctuation of their blood.
At that moment, the High Priestess came forward. She was wearing only a sacred kafata, leaving the rest of her body naked, and then a ceremonial robe over it. She sat down on the seat that had been prepared for her and looked around her solemnly. She was satisfied that these people in the famous city were well-behaved and excited, looking a bit impatient. They could be stupid. Some of them might even be heretics, but this time they were going to be shown the majesty of the Amazons. Let their sublime goddess enter their foolish hearts. Now, it was time to bring up the prisoner, to announce all the crimes he had committed, and to give him the punishment he deserved. She raised her arm and gestured toward the warrior women beside Will, who stood on either side of her quickly stepped forward, grabbed him by one arm each, and pushed him toward the center of the square.
The crowd went wild, they swarmed forward, which could taste the blood, and this agitation of theirs showed their appreciation of this sacred act.
Jesse’s eyes were glued to the screen, he couldn’t believe it was real, and he stiffened like a log. Finally, he turned off the television, and then he turned it back on and let it replay the important event of life and death. Yes, it was true, and it was exactly as he had imagined the numbers announced on television, despite the many misgivings about those numbers. Now his computer networked car was in jeopardy, his house was in jeopardy, his company was in jeopardy. He dumped all of his money into buying water stocks in large quantities, and now they’re letting the price of shipping water fall. The price of shipping water is going down! This can’t be right. They must be crazy. No one has ever had their prices drop before, unless rapidly advancing technological advances have lowered costs, which doesn’t happen with water carriers.
He opened his personal computer and did some rough calculations. If the stock price stayed balanced, he might only be in a bit of a financial bind for a while, and chances were he’d get through this unscathed. But now if it bounced back, he might not have to meet his creditors. If he can’t pay back his additional money with interest, then he’ll lose his car, his house, or his company, or all three, and he’ll be forced to move out of Juju and become someone else’s employee.
Jesse shivered as he drew a series of horizontal lines of prices that would mark his movements at each stage. He would be able to tell how far the price of the stock would fall in an hour’s time, whereas others would have to wait until the television announcement an hour later. He calculated that it would fall to its lowest point, then rally a few indexes, and then, for the foreseeable future, it would be satisfactory. That was his Jesse’s foreseeable future, too, but Jesse was sadly afraid that he wouldn’t be able to hold out until then himself.
He switched the screen back to the channel Current Stock Market Quotes. After the stock price information was over, there would be accounting statements. Many of the industries that depended on giving water would be making huge profits, and they’d be ecstatic, damn it, it was so unfair. But no one, not a single person would invest in water stocks anymore. Jesse bit his fingernails sadly and balled up in his room with anxiety.
Faye and Rollo gazed at the screen of the television and were rather more than happy to see the stock price of the company they controlled plummeting downward. They weren’t in debt, so they could easily ride out this low price, and they could even buy some more water stock a few weeks later.
Faye said cheerfully, “I don’t know how you made it go down in price, it’s not good for our ‘Chessvlau.
The company is great, but I don’t see how that can be good for the rest of the cartel.”
“That’s what we really need at Chesvlau. This will take people’s eyes off us, and our time in the marketplace will be peaceful for the next two years. At the same time, cheap fresh water will encourage people to use water liberally, factories will become less efficient, consumers will be more wasteful, and they will become more generous, because right now they have the ingrained notion in their minds that water is a cheap commodity, and by the time we raise the price of water five years from now they’ll be in the old habit of using it indiscriminately. It will take another ten years or so before everyone becomes frugal again, but by then, my sweetheart’s bill, ah, we won’t have to worry about anything. We’ll have made enough money to willingly retire from the center stage of attention. You know, by then, I’ll have the intention of going into semi-retirement, too. That’s what I’m reminding you of.”
“Darling,” Faye said affectionately, “you’ve got our future figured out.”
“Honey, I don’t think you have anything to lose.”
Faye looked at him fondly. “Let’s take a break, sweetheart, okay?”
“Okay,” Rollo said under his breath, but his eyes were still glued to the screen to see how many more indexes the stock price had dropped.
The buzzer on the door buzzed, and Jesse’s servant rushed to open the door. The servant took the visitor to Jesse’s room. Suddenly Jesse saw a police officer enter his room and his mind was confused. What did the officer want? Why had this servant brought the officer into the room without asking his permission? Did he know that Jesse’s world was over? How dare he disturb him at this particular time?
“Jesse?”
“Yes, I am. What is it? Can’t it wait? I’m busy right now.” Jesse said both harshly and desperately, still unable to control his emotions.
“Mr. Jesse, this is Officer McCorvey. I’m afraid I have something important to inform you of.”
“What are you going to say?”
“Mr. Jesse, we’ve received a report that a lady said you made a nasty phone call to her, a sex crime if you will, do you have anything to say?”
Jesse wanted to shush him, but in reality, he just stared at the officer with his jaw dropped like he was looking at a fish.
“Your call was left on her recorded phone. She didn’t say you called her directly and she didn’t return your words. Mr. Jesse, do you have a penchant for doing this sort of thing?”
“I don’t understand what you’re talking about,” Jesse growled loudly, the anger that had been gathering inside him finally erupting as he took out all the hate that had been in his heart for the past few days on the nosy officer.
“Mr. Jesse, you left your name and phone number, and I don’t know what you want to do with her.”
“Who? Who is this stupid woman? Is she an ugly old bitch who spends her days fantasizing about men fucking her?”
“No,” the officer smiled without acidity. “She’s certainly not as ugly as you make her out to be, and I have to tell you that you are prohibited from harassing Ms. Faye in any way, including letters, faxes, and videophones, as well as private visits and any electronic communication devices, not even at third-party gatherings. If you do so, you will be in violation of Regulation No. ‘543/81903a’, which I am announcing to you today, do you understand?”
“Ferniekie?”
“In addition, you must arrive at the Joux Center Police Station tomorrow morning at ten o’clock sharp, and you will also bring a lawyer with you, as you may be charged with ‘Malicious Vilification of the Hall’. Do you understand, Mr. Jesse?” He reached into his breast pocket and fiddled with it. “I’ve got this conversation on tape.”
“This is bullshit.” Jessie blurted out, “You must be mistaken, I did have phone contact with Ferniekie, it was rather that I found an illegal videodisc that pertained to her. I did not break the law.”
“Then as evidence, you’d better turn over this video disk. Mr. Jesse, I promise we’ll get to the bottom of this as quickly and as well as we can.”
Jesse stared at the officer and hesitantly made his way to the room’s bedroom. His servant remained standing there all the time, giggling like an idiot. This was ridiculous; his luck was at an all-time low. He hadn’t cared at all about such a trivial matter, but it had become serious all of a sudden, causing him to lose his usual composure.
If this bitch pursues this matter all the way to the end, he could really be in trouble. Surely the police would listen to her. There was no need to doubt that she and her shrewd husband had already given them the benefit of the doubt. Jessie went into the bedroom and rummaged around on the bed.
The disk wasn’t there.
Jesse searched the room impatiently. After searching several times and finding nothing, his blood rushed to his feet and he became more and more impatient. The officer followed him to the bedroom and leaned against the doorframe, watching his behavior coldly.
“I must have put it in the sitting room.” Jessie snarled.
The policeman, seeing him in this state, had reckoned that things were not likely to get off on the right foot. This time, Jesse was again rummaging about in the sitting-room, a large room with many large cupboards, and he went through one of them.
He still hasn’t found it.
“Perhaps your servant knows where you keep this movie disk.” The officer said gently.
Jesse turned like a cockatoo and stared at his servant. The servant shrugged awkwardly and said, “I didn’t see this particular disk, maybe you put it with your collection.”
Jesse checked the closet that held the rows of collectibles and still couldn’t find them. All at once he was as cold as if he had fallen into an ice cave.
Jesse struggled to maintain his composure, “I can’t find it right away,” he spoke to the officer with a noticeable softening of his voice. “It must be somewhere in this room, but my mind is so confused that I can’t remember where I put it.”
“You better find it.” The officer said, Jesse’s servant still giggling cheekily. “Mr. Jesse, you must find it before morning, I guess it is an important piece of evidence for you.” The officer looked straight at Jesse, and it was almost obvious from his gaze that he had convicted Jesse.
Jesse slumped back in his beloved chair, his head pounding, but he had to recall exactly what he had said to Faye, and what the officer had just said to him. Aye, he couldn’t be charged, he’d just left the disk somewhere, and although he couldn’t find it just now, it would prove that he’d reported a major crime, not harassed the woman, as the officer had claimed. He’d definitely said some offensive things to Faye, and she obviously wasn’t as much of a bitch as he’d made her out to be, but they couldn’t say that he’d done something nasty and lewd, like… a crime or something, as the officer had claimed? Jessie shook her head, trying hard to stay awake. Had he hurt someone? His ears began to ring as well. He couldn’t help but smile bitterly as he thought that if he hired a lawyer to defend him, he might be okay. He looked up, eyes on the screen, and saw the water stock drop a few more points downward. He got up from his chair and went to look for the movie disk that had gone missing.
He searched for over an hour, and this time he was sure the damn thing wasn’t where he always kept it. Once again he searched high and low, after all the disk could be evidence of his innocence. Finally, he found it in the pocket of his jacket, which had a very small , and if he sharpened the hole, the disk might have leaked through it, and that would have been the end of it. He took the disk in his hand and sat happily in his chair for a while. It was delightful to have the disk in his hands again now, but what a mess it would have gotten him into. He was glad that he could give it to the police tomorrow. He tried desperately to remember when he had put it in his jacket pocket, but he just couldn’t.
He went back over to the screen to see the report on the stock situation. They replayed the stock information about ten minutes after each report. He saw that the water stock had dropped a few points.
Forty-five minutes ago, he had lost his computer network car. And before this officer came, he already knew that there was no way he could keep his house, that he was going to be evicted from Juju, and that he was going to be a drifter. Now he understands he has to sell his company to take on his responsibilities.
He’d lost everything, he didn’t have any family, he was a poor man, and to make matters worse the police thought he’d made a dirty call. Jesse stiffened up as he staggered over and poured a large glass of wine before tilting his head back and pouring it all down his throat. He had nothing left to do but pour himself a second glass and once again gulp it down. Then he remembered watching the movie DVD and he found a way to get back at that bitch. He would play that movie disk again, and he would make her beg for him on it. Then, tomorrow morning he would take the disk to the police and ask them to apologize profusely for insulting his good name. He walked into his private video screening room… His hand slid up the silky smooth thigh of the woman beside him. He especially liked the feel of the cool nylon stockings, the warmth of the skin and the softness of the woman’s pubic hair, as well as the anxiety of the woman’s warm secret place as it waited for him to enter.
She said, “Is that Mr. Jesse?”
“Uh-huh.”
“I have a friend who would love to meet you.”
“Was it Honeyheart who wanted to see me?” He ruffled her hair. It was still early for lunch, and he’d paid good money to make this reservation, coming here just for a charity meal. Beside him she was beautiful and flirtatious, and she sat next to him very voluntarily, which made it impossible for him to resist the temptation, and he couldn’t help but slip his hand up her skirt.
Across from this woman beside her, a woman who looked ugly but appeared chaste, raised her body and said to Jesse, “Mr. Jesse, you are a respected man and a very important big man in this community.”
“Is there anything I can do for you, ma’am?” Jesse asked very gently and politely. His hand still continued to slide, this time touching the clit of this woman beside him, his new lady friend.
She jumped softly, and he wanted to take out his hand and smell the top.
“Now don’t you think it’s time for some important people in our community to band together? Shouldn’t we be trying to put a stop to all the nasty behavior and obviously sexy outfits? Besides, many of the things we do have gone too far, so we can no longer be called members of decent society, Mr. Jesse, what do you think?”
Jessie squeezed the clit of the woman beside her, then slid a finger into her cunt. She hesitated for a moment, then spread her legs wider. Jesse’s other fat red palm rested on the table, and with that hand he picked up a glass of champagne and took a big gulp, a lousy drink, fit only for women and children. He really wanted to order some beer.
“I think you’re right.” He said sincerely. “The women wear clothes that show a little too much, ah! Years ago they wore clothes that showed their nipples. It’s bad, and it’s no longer even a question of whether it’s popular or not.”
This old woman smiled triumphantly, “This is wonderful, to have stumbled upon a decent and courteous gentleman such as yourself.” She said. Jesse’s fingers were still drilling into his cunt, and he still had a smile on his face. “The Chuuk area already has a reputation for depravity,” the old woman continued, “and we’re going to clean it up.
”
The woman next to Jesse put her hand on his knee and then slowly moved upward, finally stopping at his crotch to stroke it with her hand. Jesse leaned over to the woman next to him so that the people in the seats on the other side of him wouldn’t notice their movements.
“I am thinking of launching a social reform movement,” said the old woman, stretched out on the table in an agitated manner, “a moral reform of society that will bring about a decorum and modesty of demeanor that will surely be accepted by the public.”
“It really is a good idea.” Jesse said sincerely. The woman beside him had unzipped his pants, her hand reached in and he felt her scraping his cock with her fingernails. His cock jumped out, and he knew that no matter how hard he tried now he wouldn’t be able to get it back in his pants.
“Mr. Jesse, as one of the founding members, can I count on you? It would be a great honor for me.
“She smiled adorably while raising her hand to wipe her face with a handkerchief, and you could see that she wore a huge diamond ring on her hand.
Jesse felt his foreskin flip up, he had taken a napkin and padded it on his leg so as not to wet his pants, now he pulled his hand out of her skirt, he had to concentrate on talking to the older woman.
“Von. Mrs. Mostelli, have there been any other expressions of interest?” He said, as he felt something begin to secrete from his glans, and the woman beside him gave his cock a squeeze and a gentle tug at times before scraping his glans with her fingernails.
Mrs. Von Müstley began to make a list of distinguished persons. Mrs. Mostly began to make a list of distinguished people. Jesse felt his cock quiver and he groaned softly before leaning back against the table.
“Stomach ache? Probably indigestion.” The old woman made a shrill noise. “Let me go get you some medicine.”
“I dropped my napkin on the floor.” The woman next to Jessie said and slid out of her chair and under the table.
Jesse jumped a little, his face reddening as the woman under the table was sucking his cock. At that moment, the chairman of the meal stood up and prepared to give his final speech, and everyone politely began to applaud.
Jessie felt the sucking on his cock grow stronger, then she let go.
Drilling out of the tabletop, she had a flushed face, but her mouth held a demonic slutty smile, and one of her hands was still grasping his wet cock, stroking it over and over. At this point, the chairman of the meal began his speech, describing the grandeur of their business and then expressing his deep gratitude to all of his sponsors. Jesse kept sipping his champagne before asking the waiter to fill it up for him, he was feeling so happy he was about to climax when he heard the woman beside him whispering to him and he turned his head.
“I’m going to give you a gift for being such a sweet man.” She whispered into his ear.
“I’ll give you one too.” Jesse whispered. His cock swelled even larger. Her hand stroked him expertly.
“But the piece must find it. Sweetie.”
“It’s hiding?”
“Guess where it’s hiding? Now you’re going to have to go figure it out.”
“I think I can find it. Buried treasure, huh?”
“Only you can discover exactly where it’s hidden.” Her mouth was almost above his ear, and she was pretending to concentrate on the dinner party chairman’s speech.
Jesse finally ejaculated. She quickly pulled out a napkin and put it under her glans to catch the cum that came out, luckily his pants hadn’t been soiled yet. He opened his eyes and felt a wave of relaxation like he had never felt before, followed by a wave of warmth and comfort that spread throughout his body. He licked his lips and let out a breath of relief.
The woman beside him wiped the remaining cum from his glans with a napkin and withdrew her hand, and Jesse hurriedly put his cock back in his pants and zipped them up. He felt he had had a wonderful time.
The chairman of the meal club finished his speech report and all applauded. “How’s your friend doing?
“I don’t know,” Jessie asked.
“She is very much like me; she has the same tastes as I. I have talked to her about you, and she would like to see you very much.”
Jesse slipped his hand up her skirt again, groped for her pussy door, and immediately afterward, poked his finger into her cunt. His finger poked hard inward, while he saw her eyes light up with pleasure. At the beginning of the meal, people were sitting in their seats one by one, and he didn’t recognize the woman beside him at all. Without waiting for him to ask a question, her hand was once again inside his pants testing the reaction of his cock.
“How can you introduce me to your friends when you don’t know me?”
“But I did tell her. Mind you, before I got married, I worked in a porno bar, which was one of my secrets, because as you know people are such fucking snobs these days. But I know you, your name is Jesse, and you’re a very interesting man. I always wanted to meet you again, but of course, I’m a respectable person now.” At this she paused, while her body began to wriggle uneasily. Jesse could feel her plush pussy getting wet in his hand, while there was still something yearning inside there. Suddenly he felt something hard inside. He hooked his fingers around it.
“I think you’ve found my treasure.” She whispered as she moved closer to him. He felt the tiny hard thing on the verge of being gouged out, and finally he got it out of her lovely, closely wrapped inside by wet, sticky muscles.
He put it under the table, wiped the discharge from it with his thumb, and looked at it. “A pearl?” He asked curiously. It was like clotted cream, warm and smooth with a silky luster.
“My husband is quite a rich man, but I only like you, Mr. Jesse, you hated me when I was a poor erotic barmaid, and now I’m going to be good to you in turn. I’m going to do the same for my friend, Mr. Jesse, who is very much like me and very generous. You see, she’s a little impatient.”
Jesse lifted the pearl and held it to his nose and smelled it; it was an extraordinary gem. He smiled at the woman beside him and he felt his bones marring as he felt graciousness, affluence, sexuality and significant love.
“That ties it up, as a founding member, I can count on your contribution.” The old woman on the opposite side of the room royally insisted.
“You can have complete confidence.” Jessie said, “I’m all for moral reform. We’re going to have to clean up the Juju completely, everything is so dirty that no one really knows how dirty it really is.”
“I agree.” The woman next to him said, “Von… Mrs. Mostly, can you include me in this? We need to keep things decent.”
The red square flickered and those characters within it were slowly fading away as Jesse realized he was back in this ugly reality. It was easy for him to cut through the world of the video disk he had just been in and face his situation again, and then he refreshed his mind on what he had suffered. His possessions were all ruined, and within two weeks he would have to auction off the whole lot. On the morrow he would have to do the dirty deed of handing over the movie disk to the police to prove that Fernie Kie was in it so that he wouldn’t be considered to have made a nasty videophone call.
It was pathetic, for this pornographic video disk, and despite the fact that it had caused him so much harm, he wished that no one had ever used it.
A wave of cold air rushed up to his head and he felt as if he had been dipped in ice water all over.
For the first time he felt real fear.
This movie disk, Ferniekie, everything is different again.
He returned the disk and examined it carefully. He hadn’t misplaced the disk, it was this bummer, and yes, the smudged markings were exactly the same as everywhere else. His hand began to shake as he held the disk. He hadn’t just been with Faye, and Faye had been in the movie disk before, so where was she this time?
Jesse shed tears. He began to curse so loudly that he was going to cut off Faye’s head, and he was going to crush the head of the programmer of this video disc. Were there several other programs in here? He couldn’t see the programs inside, much less how someone else had written them. What if the police didn’t know how to examine it either? It looks like he’s going to have to hire a lawyer after all.
Jesse got himself under control and pulled himself together once more, but he still felt a little cold. He put the movie disk in his pocket, poured himself a glass of wine, and gulped it down.
His thoughts became clearer, the disk could self-identify its environment, but his financial situation was unlikely to change, he was broke. Many of the things he had taken for granted in his life would also come to an end, and he would no longer have the money to go to the very secret and interesting brothels he had enjoyed visiting all these years. Nor could he show his generosity by going to the occasional porno bar like a big shot. And in order to get a woman, he would have to work very hard to plead with her.
But for this hundredfold coquetry, and the cheap winning of their hearts, he did not like it, and neither would anyone else.
He was going to go drive his computer networked car, even if it didn’t have a woman in it, and he was going to feel pretty good when the computer networked car was going over two hundred miles per hour. Jesse took out another bottle of wine, uncorked it, poured it into a glass and drank it; he needed the excitement, the craziness.
Maybe he could make use of these computer network cars while they were still around, he could still go to a brothel once, he’d take the computer network car out, he’d drive it up into the sky, maybe that would be a really great feeling; maybe just drive it into the ocean to take in the pounding of the waves. Jesse poured another glass of wine.
Hey, that’s a great idea. It’s better to end your life in style than to live it to the fullest.
Jesse took another drink. He put the movie disk on the table and walked to the door. When he reached the door, he stopped, feeling very irritated. Then he returned and picked up the disk.
This time he thought he was holding on to the disk as he headed for the door, but in fact he dropped it again in a trance. He walked straight into the garage. His computer-networked car was waiting for him with a silvery glow; the damn things were so beautiful that Jesse sighed appreciatively and got into the luxurious car. He started the engine and gave the computer the finger command. His fingers hesitated, all the thoughts he’d just had resurfacing in front of him, and he slowly re-issued the command. The computer flickered and questioned, Jesse gave it an unusual command and it wanted to be sure again. The huge computerized cyber car finally jumped violently. Suspended on a cushion of air, it lurched fiercely toward the highway, Jesse having given the computer a command for maximum speed. He kept getting bumped out of his seat in the car and didn’t stabilize until the car had reached its maximum stationary speed, and the computer networked car roared onto the highway, leaving a silvery shimmer in the blackness of the night.