"Unimaginative," Ximena replied. "See for yourself," she said, pointing.
Shelly noticed the walls had gained a little definition, and the darker oblong of the door had grown the full-length mirror she was accustomed to seeing on it. She stood unsteadily, still disoriented by the perceptible lag between her movements and the computer-generated scene, and took a few steps so she could see her reflection.
She just about tore off the headset in disgust. "Ximena! This is not what I look like!" Okay, the figure in the mirror did look vaguely Shelly-like, if her parents had raised her to be a slut. She stared into the mirror, gritting her teeth, until the inseams on the shorts lengthened a few inches and the sweatshirt swelled to the point where her nipples weren't pressing against it. Her avatar hadn't even had nipples a second ago, for God's sake!
It was kind of intriguing to watch the image shift, like molten wax, as her too-long untamed mane pulled itself back into a neat ponytail and retracted to its proper length. The frankly offensive acrylic stripper sandals melted away until they resembled her usual flip-flops. "Who programmed this thing, anyway? Mick? What a waste."
"Who cares?" Ximena asked. "We decide what we want to have happen, not somebody else!" She stood up and walked over to join Shelly; the visual acuity of the system had continued to improve, and the sway of the brunette's earrings and the chunky pendant around her neck looked almost natural.
Shelly pulled her eyes away from the expansive display of flesh around the pendant. "It seems -- I don't know -- disappointing. I thought maybe we could fly, or walk on Mars, or something unusual." She gestured around them. "We can sit around in the room anytime." It was looking, little by little, more pedestrian all the time -- the boxy furniture was beginning to gain resolution, and the walls were fading towards their usual boring beige.
"That stuff is boring," Ximena retorted. "Who wants to walk around on red dirt? There's nothing to see! I bet there's plenty of other things we could try that you'd never do in real life!" She popped her scanty top, revealing her boobs.
"Ximena!" yelped Shelly, feeling scandalized. A part of her watched the discarded bra -- or whatever -- fade and disappear before it hit the floor, but most of her attention was focused on not watching her friend massage her firm tits. They were beautifully shaped perfect handfuls, capped by perky pink nipples.
"See what I mean?" the brunette husked. "There's just the two of us -- no danger of being seen, or caught. I'm sure there must be some things you were scared of trying."
"I--" Shelly objected, and then Ximena kissed her. Up close, the resolution was really good; Shelly watched her friend's long eyelashes flutter and then open. A wicked look shone in Ximena's eyes before Shelly could break free.
"God! It felt like you were really kissing me!" the redhead exclaimed, feeling a little breathless. "You didn't really kiss me, did you?"
Ximena laughed; Shelly couldn't help watching the way her tits jiggled. "No, it's an optical illusion!"
"Optical illusion?" Her friend's lips had felt so soft...
"Whatever," Ximena said, waving off the objection. "You know what I mean. Your eyes see me kiss you, and your mind just sort of fills in the blanks. Do you want to do it again?"
"No," Shelly said shortly. She noticed her clothing had shrunk again and frowned at her reflection until the shorts loosened. The top remained skin-tight, but at least the sleeves flowed back down her upper arms. The brunette smiled to herself as she stepped out of the high heels and watched them fade away. The carpet looked extremely vivid now, and she almost thought she could feel the nubs against her feet.
"Nothing personal, Ximena, but I'm just not into girls." If she had been inclined that way, her friend would have been worth a second look. Ximena's body was toned and sleek, and she had all the right curves in all the right places. The little leather-and-chain bikini bottom she was wearing didn't conceal anything, and the VR system seemed to be downplaying her imperfections and accentuating her positives.
"Well, how about boys?" Ximena asked with a sultry smile.
"Absolutely not!" Shelly snapped. "If you even think about bringing a boy in here to see me like this, I'm finished!" She reached up to where the headset should be, highlighting the threat.
"Calm down, Shelly!" pleaded Ximena. "I wouldn't do that; you know it! I'm no slut, either." She giggled. "Well, only in secret." She pointed to the blob that represented the VR system. "There's only two jacks -- nobody else real can join us or see anything."
Shelly dropped her hands. "Okay, but -- Goddamnit!" Her top had shrunk again and was so tight it was almost painful. She glared at the mirror, but the material remained stubbornly unchanging.
"You should just get rid of it," Ximena suggested. "I had such a hard time keeping mine from changing until I had more practice."
It obviously was still a problem; her friend's pendant had morphed into a studded leather collar. "How?" Shelly gasped. "I'll never get it over my head."
"You cheat," Ximena said, holding out a hand. A moment later, a pair of scissors materialized in it, and she quickly slit the sides of the redhead's top. The scissors faded from view as quickly as the falling scraps of fabric.
"Not my sweatshirt," Shelly moaned, and then caught herself as Ximena smirked. "I know; it wasn't real clothing. I'm just still getting used to this, okay?" Only the thought that it was all fake and the real sweatshirt was still in place kept her from cringing under the brunette's approving glance.
"I think this thing was programmed by perverts," Shelly said, trying to cover her embarrassment. The revealed breasts looked like hers, but her nipples never stuck out that way unless she was massively aroused. She gave up on the shorts, which had shrunk until they fitted more like underwear. The redhead twitched, trying to adjust her real shorts, which had ridden up and were trapping sweat between her legs.
"Check this out!" teased Ximena, distracting Shelly from thoughts of her body. The door opened in front of them and Mick was standing there.
Shelly jumped and nearly screamed. The display field had become was so realistic she had to work to remember it was all just computerized make-believe. On second glance, the figure didn't look exactly like Mick, and it moved woodenly and expressionlessly into the room before the door closed behind it.
"Mick?" Shelly asked, arching an eyebrow as she turned to Ximena. "You couldn't think of anybody else?" Her brow rose higher as she realized the brunette was rubbing her bikini bottom. "Ximena, you slut!"
Her friend smiled sheepishly, but didn't stop stroking herself. "Well, he did loan me the equipment. Besides, I made a few improvements."
That was what had thrown Shelly off. The figure in front of them was like an idealized version of Mick -- a little taller, more muscular, minus the overbite and with better hair. Then he -- or it -- jerkily pushed down the trunks and revealed an absolutely splendid erection. If Mick -- or anybody else -- actually had possessed a tool like that, Shelly would have heard about it through the school grapevine.
Ximena winked sideways at Shelly and gracefully sank to her knees.
"Oh, please!" Shelly rolled her eyes. "Have a little self-respect, Ximena. You could do anything you wanted to, and you want to suck it? Why not just fantasize about visiting the dentist?"
"I like giving blowjobs," Ximena said, looking a bit hurt. "You can do what you like with your own cock, okay?" She turned her attention back to the virtual quasi-Mick and sucked his organ between her lips and then let it pop out again, bobbing in front of her. "I bet I can get off faster than you can."
Shelly realized a second male form had materialized inside the door while Ximena had distracted her. It stood there, naked and unmoving, as ill-defined as she'd been initially. "This is dumb," she weakly protested, but the brunette wasn't paying attention to her. Besides, she was a little intrigued by the possibilities.
Brad Pitt? Paul Rudd? Bradley Cooper? Maybe with a little Usher thrown in? The shape rippled, fuzzing out and then sharpening as Shelley quickly riffed throug
h all of her fantasies and blended them into one perfect piece of fuckmeat.
The result wasn't what she'd expected. He was breathtakingly handsome, a primal male with a tool so large Shelly knew it could fill up every nook and cranny of her. But instead of reminding her of any of those celebrities, the guy looked like... It took a moment of mental groping, but then Shelly placed the face. It reminded her of Mick's doofus friend, Billy Ray. Why did Ximena have to screw up her subconscious by bringing Mick into this?
Shelly strained, trying to remold the face to something else, but it remained stubbornly fixed. It was so handsome; if only it didn't have such an unfortunate association! Then he smiled, and she felt herself get all wet. Fuck it, Shelly decided -- the real Billy Ray wasn't ever going to know about it, and she wanted that cock.
She shimmied her little shorts down her legs and watched the shaft in front of her swell even larger. The resolution had improved to the point that the large drop of precum glistening at its tip was readily visible and nearly photorealistic. Probably it wasn't really that good, but in the real world, Shelly was used to things looking a little fuzzy; she'd never wear her glasses in bed with a guy.
What come-on line did a girl use with a simulacrum, anyway? Shelly looked over at Ximena, who was getting her face fucked with a vengeance and still hadn't said a word. Well, it wasn't like she'd ever had to seduce her vibrator.
Shelly lay back on the bed and spread her legs, offering herself. She smiled dreamily, imagining how her fantasy lover would carefully tongue her, licking the moisture from her labia and heating her even more, making her body ready for that huge dick. Then he'd--
Again the redhead lost her tenuous control over the simulation. The man simply threw himself on top of her and buried himself to the root in her tight pussy. Shelly gasped, unprepared for the totality and realism of the sensation. It was almost painful, but the feeling of getting plowed like some cheap slut by this amazing stud was totally arousing.
He kissed Shelly hard, muffling her screams of ecstasy. She'd always fantasized about slow, romantic kisses as part of foreplay, but obviously her subconscious knew better -- all Shelly knew was that she wanted more of the tongue that forced itself roughly between her parted lips, taking her mouth the same way the cock between her legs thrust repeatedly into her womb.
For once, Shelly didn't have to worry about acting demure or impressing the guy or anything except herself. It was a good thing, too, because the phantom erection pistoning in and out of her was driving her absolutely out of her mind. She bucked furiously, trying to drive it further into her slick channel and mauled her tits with both hands, stimulating herself even more.
The redhead was more aroused than she'd ever been in her life, and even the somewhat-creepy specter of the studly not-quite-Billy Ray leering down at her couldn't quench her need. The image had gotten a little fuzzy again, but it was the last thing on her mind at the moment. Hell, if the real Billy Ray had sported a shaft like the one that was fucking her senseless, Shelly might even have done him.
God, she must be a slut to even think that! Shelly gasped and crested, just as the cock inside her swelled and settled into the rhythmic contractions that jetted spurt after spurt of hot cum into her honeypot. The good thing about virtual sex was that she didn't need protection, so she just concentrated on how great it all felt. Who'd want a vibrator after doing this?
Shelly belated remembered Ximena's challenge. Feeling totally satiated, she lazily rolled her head to the side to check on her friend.
The brunette must have cum too, because she was looking relaxed. Ximena still knelt on the floor, totally naked except for the VR goggles on her head, while she sucked on Mick's cock and slowly fingered herself. His scum coated her breasts and face.
"You love sucking my cock," Mick said, grinning lustily at Ximena. "In fact, doing anything I tell you to makes you really hot. You know you're my slave."
Ximena nodded eagerly, her moan muffled by the wet flesh sliding in and out of her mouth.
"Now, who's the next hottest girl you know?"
Something about the scene didn't seem quite right to Shelly, but it was hard to blame Ximena for wanting to please a stud like Mick. Besides, the implication she was the sexiest of Ximena's friends was rather flattering.
"Do you think I'm sexy?" Shelly asked Billy Ray; his erection suggested he did. It was funny how she'd never looked at him twice -- never even wanted to -- but maybe it just took nudity to appreciate what a total hunk he was. The redhead felt herself lubricating again just thinking about it.
"Oh yeah," Billy Ray leered appreciatively. "Here; you'll look even sexier wearing these." He picked up the headset from where it had fallen on the bed and placed it back over her eyes.
Shelly wanted to complain it was lame, but kept her silence. Everything looked the same with them on as it had a moment ago without the goggles; maybe she'd broken them while they were fucking. Well, the important thing was that Billy Ray liked them.
"Yeah, you're my fuckin' slut," Billy Ray told her. "You're gonna shave yourself for me, every morning. When you do it, you'll think about how good my cock feels stretching out your fuck hole."
The redhead writhed on the bed, wishing he'd stop talking and just nail her again. Preferably more than once.
Billy Ray was stroking his cock, a total waste of prime manmeat. "You totally get off on going lezzie on other girls and seducing them for me and Mick. You'd love to suck my jizz out of some other slut, wouldn't you?"
"Don't get carried away," Mick's voice sounded from the other side of the room, but he might as well have been on the moon. "Stick with the plan."
"Whatever," Billy Ray shrugged. The masculine sensuality of the movement nearly made Shelly cream herself. "Um. Who's the sexiest person you know?"
"You," Shelly husked, absolutely meaning it. She grabbed Billy Ray and then pulled him into her, locking her legs around him so he couldn't escape.
He laughed and thrust hard in her sloppy channel, making the redhead orgasm. Happily, he didn't stop. "Oh yeah," Billy Ray sighed, apparently in agreement. "But who's the sexiest girl?"
Shelly thought about it. Wasn't she enough for Billy Ray? The redhead wasn't sure she wanted to share his cock, now that she'd found it. But... It would be pretty hot to eat out some girl after Billy Ray had done her, wouldn't it?
No, it would be really hot. Shelly moaned, tasting it already. A major stud like Billy Ray could handle two of them without breaking a sweat. Especially if Mick was there to give him a breather.
"Kate. Kate Flanders," she moaned. The blonde was a white-hot knockout who dressed to titillate and trailed rumor and innuendo behind her everywhere she went.
"Fuck, yeah!" Billy Ray agreed, banging Shelly with increased vigor and squeezing her tits in his hands. "But could you get her to visit you and try out the virtual reality box?"
Shelly thought of the time Kate had flashed her in the locker room. At the time, the bared sex and heavy-lidded stare that suggested the exposure hadn't been accidental had left the redhead freaked out. Now, it seemed like an opportunity. "For you, Billy Ray? Absolutely!"
She wouldn't even need the stupid machine. Shelly was sure that once she explained things to Kate, the blonde would be more than willing to screw Billy Ray and let Shelly clean up afterwards. Why bother with virtual games when reality was so much better?
The End.
Malicious Malice
Merriam Webster states the definition of Malicious: having or showing a desire to cause harm to someone: given to, marked by, or arising from malice.
Alice couldn't remember ever feeling so deeply angry. In the months since her sister's murder and subsequent investigation the police had determined some random man had strangled her sister in the act of sex. The fact that there were numerous calls to the Senator's private cell phone had been ignored; in fact anything and everything regarding the Senator's involvement had been swept under the rug. Not that Alice was surprised.
Alice h
ad known that the police would do nothing about this case. Her sister had been classified as a cheap woman who had gotten in over her head and slept with a prominent married man. That she had been killed, possibly by that married man didn't faze them. Senator Edwards was above the law. Alice had known that the minute she watched the video of her sister and the man having sex together. He was violent and got off on her hurting her. What angered her most was that he merrily went on his way sure that he was invincible. He had done this before she was certain, he would do it again. It would only be a matter of time.
In the months following the murder, no leads had come up of course and the murder remained unsolved. Alice had known immediately it was up to her to even the odds, to take care of it in a way only she knew how. The months since then, her enforced solitude, coping with her sister's estate, had allowed her to think, to really think about the what and the how of taking care of this situation. Her anger stemmed from his arrogance. Sure, she could simply kill him and make it look like an accident to the point where no suspicion would ever fall on her shoulders, but she wanted him to suffer, she wanted him to have it in his head that he didn't get away with anything, and that Constance had mattered. She wanted the Senator or rather the Senator's to suffer and this required careful planning.
Constance had been a fluffy arm ornament to many men. She had married several times for their money alone and inherited all. It had been rumored that she was a black widow but it had never been proven. She deserved justice and Alice was going to see that she got it. No one involved in this fiasco was going to go unpunished.
The estate had settled in a relatively short time. The homes that Constance had owned were up for sale and one already in escrow. The government had held out its hand as expected and received their inheritance tax, now they were waiting for the sale of the houses for the rest of their share. This too angered Alice and she was pleased that she had the foresight to of removed any trace of the millions in her sister's other accounts, she had the access, she had invested those funds for years. The government would never see a dime of that money; it was all carefully tucked away in investments and accounts overseas and the trails to it so convoluted that no one would ever suspect or find it.
Arousing Family Page 142
