Science Fiction Romance: Biomechanical Hearts (Space Sci-Fi Love Triangle) (New Adult Paranormal Fantasy)

by Olivia Myers

  Chris expected a brief pause as Simone tried to think of who he was, but instead she quickly responded as if they were old acquaintances, “Oh yes, of course,” she said. Chris could hear the smile in her voice. “What can I do for you, Chris?”

  “Well,” he replied, “I just saw your ad for an apprentice. I’d really like to be considered for the job.”

  “Cool,” Simone said. “I’ve had a few nibbles, but I don’t think I’d vibe well with any of them. But I’d love to have you come in and chat with me.”

  “Really?” Chris blurted. Immediately, he regretted it. Idiot, he thought. Don’t sound like a loser. “I mean, that’s great! What’s a good time for you?”

  “Well, I’m in the studio for the rest of the day, and I’ve got some work to do in the darkroom,” Simone said. “Can you come down now?”

  “Yeah, no problem,” Chris said, jumping up from his bench and picking up his bag. “I’m just on campus, so I’ll be there in a few minutes.”

  “Perfect,” Simone said. “I’ll be waiting. See you soon, babe.”

  Babe? Chris thought. That was weird. But she’s probably used to calling industry-types that all the time. He was certain that she was just being friendly, but it was nearly impossible for the purr of her voice to not cause the slightest stir in him – or at least, in his jeans.

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  Nestled in a strip of shops and small businesses in the heart of the town, Captured by Simone was closed for business by the time Chris arrived. The studio had two large bay windows on either side of its entrance, loaded with prints of Simone’s work: celebrities in provocative poses were displayed next to images of newborn babies and traditional portraits. Even as a novice, Chris knew this was the work of a talented photographer. Every one of Simone’s subjects seemed to radiate a natural beauty that many people failed to capture with a lens. Her clients – ranging from the famous to some of Chris’s lifelong neighbors – all seemed to be comfortable and confident. She really has an effect on people, Chris thought, getting lost in the faces in the pictures. It’s like she takes away everyone’s trepidation – they all look so comfortable, so relaxed.

  His trance was finally broken by a shock of red hair flipping past the window display. Chris could see Simone breaking down some equipment from the day’s last shoot. She moved through the studio with a natural grace that made her to seem to float. She smiled to herself as she worked; it was easy to see that she was in her element, and all too happy about where her life had taken her. She turned off the last of her high-powered lights, then broke down her tripod, tucked it under her arm, and disappeared behind a curtain at the back of the studio.

  After she was out of eyesight, Chris was jolted back to consciousness and realized that he was still standing outside of the studio. Shit, he thought. Here I am, locked out of my damn job interview. Without thinking, he jiggled the doorknob. To his surprise, the knob turned and the door opened. Chris started to make his way towards the curtain in the back of the room, but curiosity got the better of him. The display photos in the windows were only the tip of the iceberg of Simone’s work. The walls were full of even more prints, and each corner of the room was its own miniature set, complete with its own backdrop, lights, and worktable for lenses and cameras.

  Chris walked over to the station that Simone had just left. He traced his hands over the straps and cameras she’d left behind; he could still feel the warmth of her body on the pieces. Simone had taught the class just last week about the importance of understanding which lens and camera to use for a given shot, and surprised himself by being able to identify almost all of the equipment. Wow, I didn’t even think I was learning much, Chris thought. Maybe I actually would be good at this job!

  As Chris started to walk away from the table to cross the room, he heard it.

  Boom. Boom. Boom-boom. Boom!

  The noise made Chris leap; he hadn’t been so scared since grade school. Where the fuck is that coming from? he wondered. The offices on either side of Simone’s studio were closed, so it was unlikely to be coming from the neighbors.

  The noise rang out again. Boom. Boom-boom. Boom! This time Chris was better prepared, so he was able to use his senses to do some detective work. The noise, he figured, was coming from behind the curtain in the back. Hmm, she must be working on something, Chris said to himself, chuckling. As he approached the door, the noises became more rhythmic and more frequent. The tension from his initial scare seemed to hang in the air, and it made Chris walk slowly – almost in a tiptoe – to the curtained doorway. It was only when Chris got a couple of feet in front of it that he heard Simone’s voice.

  “That’s it, Roger, you’ve got it now,” Simone said in a sultry voice, something that was almost a purr. “Don’t be afraid to let loose. And Sally, remember, the more you show him what you want, the better he’ll get at reading your needs.”

  What the hell is going on? Chris thought. She sounds like she’s coaching someone. Maybe there’s another studio back here. He gingerly parted the curtain; he didn’t want to disturb her if she was working with a client, but he couldn’t help but be intrigued by the thought of watching Simone work. Chris opened the curtains wide enough to see an open door on the other side, revealing a set of stairs that led down to a basement. The warm glow of light shooting up the staircase danced and flickered. It looks like candlelight, Chris thought. I bet she’s working with some famous celebrity right now, in some top-secret shoot for a magazine cover.

  Praying that the stairs wouldn’t give him away, Chris made his way down to the basement. Usually, he would frown upon the idea of eavesdropping but the possible scenario was far too appealing to the writer in him. I know I shouldn’t, but this might make for one hell of a story, he said to himself, as if he needed to defend his actions to his conscience.

  When he reached the bottom of the stairs, Chris immediately found the answer to his question. And it was wilder than anything he could have imagined.

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  The noises that Chris heard upstairs happened to be loud enough to escape the thick, black padding that hung from the walls of the stairwell. But now that he was at the bottom of the stairs, he could hear the deep, sustained moans and delighted squeals as well. To Chris’s left was a doorway. He stood on the bottom step and slowly craned his neck around the threshold to peek in.

  The padding from the stairs continued along the walls of a very large room. Unlike the stairs, chain links were hung every few feet, with various toys hanging from them: handcuffs, whips, riding crops, peacock feathers. The floor was carpeted in something plush and red. Coupled with the black walls, it created a feel that was both sinister and seductive. A large, low platform stood in the middle of the room, adorned with throw blankets, overstuffed pillows, and two bodies joined together in a passionate embrace. Although Chris’s head was definitely in their line of sight, the man and woman were oblivious to his presence. In front of the bed, kneeling with a camera pressed to her face, was Simone. She continued to ‘direct’ them as she captured the whole scene.

  “Nice, Roger, nice. That’s right, caress her breasts, don’t just grab a tit and start squeezing. Good.” Simone’s camera clicked away as she spoke, as if it was agreeing with her. “That goes for you too, Sally,” Click. Click. “Don’t grab his cock. Really feel him, appreciate the gift he wants to give you.” Click. “There you go. Nice, guys, really nice.”

  Roger turned Sally on her side, and brought her close to him so that he could spoon his naked body against hers. He put his bladed hand between her thighs, prompting Sally to part her legs. Roger held her leg up with one hand, and with the other reached between them to grab his large, throbbing cock and guide it into her glistening pussy. The two of them moaned and closed their eyes together, exhaling a shared breath of ecstasy.

  On her knees, Simone scooted closer to the couple to center their married genitals in the frame of her shot. “Really beautiful, guys,” she murmured, with her camera excitedly clickin
g away. She pulled the camera away from her face to review the shots on its miniature digital screen. “You can just feel the energy leap out of these shots.”

  Chris drank the whole scene in, frozen with disbelief. Holy fuck, he said to himself, what the hell is going on here? Is Simone some kind of porn director? Chris had been careful not to look at Roger and Sally’s faces, for fear of making eye contact and being discovered. But now that they were engaged with Simone and especially with each other, Chris felt that he could get away with taking a peek. Another shock overwhelmed him: he knew Roger and Sally. They were the couple that had moved in across the street from his parent’s house the summer before his freshman year. As he watched Roger’s reddened dick slide in and out of Sally, Chris’s surprise transformed into lust.

  Chris’s cock was growing, knocking on the zipper of his jeans, begging to be attended to. By this time, Chris had abandoned all sense of fear; the sexual energy in the room was nothing short of infectious. Quietly and quickly, he unzipped and pulled his dick from the prison of his underwear and began to stroke it, using the steady leak of precum as lube. Years of teenage masturbation taught Chris to pleasure himself without being heard; with each pleasurable stroke, he breathed slowly and bit his lip to stifle his moans. He could have easily imagined a scene or even found a movie online that mirrored the sight in front of him, but Chris knew that nothing would ever beat this feeling. Even though he wasn’t involved or even noticed, he was swept up in this intimate moment.

  Simone continued to take pictures and coach the couple, prompting them to weave in and out of each other with fingers, tongues, and Roger’s giant cock.

  Simone seemed turned on as well, but in a different way. As Roger and Sally became lost in their lust, Simone began to maneuver around the platform, taking pictures of the couple from all angles. Roger pulled out of Sally’s dripping cunt, and Sally responded by turning around to swallow his cock, with a moan barely escaping the corners of her stuffed mouth. Roger responded by plunging two fingers back inside her, using his thumb to pluck her pulsing clit. Sally bucked her hips with every strum of her pussy, and soon the sensation of being filled by her lover overflowed into a powerful orgasm. “Mhmmhmmm,” Sally moaned, causing Chris’s cock to twitch harder in his hand. His breath quickened and he stroked his dick faster.

  Now that she had moved around the platform, Simone’s face was visible, and her look of pleasure was one of the sexiest things Chris had ever seen. Naturally the scene in front of her turned her on, but there was something else in her eyes. Chris slowed the pace of his wanking to take her in, trying to read her. Suddenly it came to him. She’s helping them, Chris realized. Taking these pictures with Simone must help them have better sex. That’s some kick-ass couple’s counseling! He laughed softly to himself, picking up the pace of his strokes.

  But his laugh wasn’t soft enough. Roger and Sally were still too caught up in themselves to notice, but Simone’s head whipped to the doorway as soon as she heard it. She locked eyes with Chris, and a look of shock washed over her face.

  Chris was startled. But when he stepped back to hide, he lost his balance on the bottom stair and jolted forward. He tumbled into the room with his jeans around his thighs and his cock still in his hand.

  Roger and Sally glanced over at Chris, but they simply smiled and went back to fucking; they were too wrapped up in each other to pay him much attention.

  Simone seemed to get over her surprise quickly, too. She placed the camera on a nearby stool and strode over to Chris, who was sprawled out on the floor. He tugged his pants up and covered his cock as much as he could. It strained against his jeans, begging for release.

  Simone’s face didn’t display any malice or embarrassment; in fact, a smile slowly grew across her face as she neared him. When she was standing over Chris, she crouched down so she was level with his face.

  “Christopher,” she said coolly. Her voice was low but still sweet, and it sent a seductive shiver up Chris’s spine that kept his dick stiff and his hand frozen over it. “I’m sorry I didn’t meet you upstairs. Welcome to my studio.”

  “Th-that’s okay, Simone,” Chris stammered in response. It was then that he noticed the pleasure in her voice and the smolder in her glance. She’s not mad, he thought. She wanted me to see this.

  He took a breath – and a chance – before answering in the most confident voice he could muster. “Thanks for having me. I’m sorry I snuck in. I normally don’t do stuff like this.”

  Simone glanced at the outline of his throbbing cock, visible through his jeans.

  He took her smile as his cue to continue stroking himself through his pants. “I just couldn’t help myself.”

  Simone chuckled. “That’s okay,” she said. “That’s what sex does to us. It’s just like art – it brings our passion to the surface and gives us the power to connect with one another. That’s what my latest project is all about.”

  “Project?” Chris motioned to Roger and Sally with his free hand. “You mean this is all going to be on display?” Even this scene couldn’t keep his inner cynic from coming out. “That’s just porn, isn’t it?”

  Simone smiled knowingly, prepared to defend her idea. “No, Chris. It isn’t porn at all. See, pornography is a tool. Its whole purpose is to get you off, so you are bombarded with music, sounds, fake tits, everything you need to create an orgasm, or an orgasmic sensation, at least.” Simone talked with the excitement of a scientist making a new and exciting discovery. “What I’m going to capture goes beyond that. I want to tell real stories about sex between real people, and reveal what makes us not just ‘cum,’ but what makes up that intimate connection that gives us true sexual joy.”

  She smiled and looked into his eyes, while placing her hand lightly on the inner part of his thigh, just a few inches away from his tightening ball sac. Chris nearly came, just from her proximity.

  She then motioned behind her to Roger and Sally. “Take these two, for example. They are so involved in their love that they aren’t even concerned about you and me right now.”

  After Sally’s orgasm, Roger pulled himself out of her mouth and flipped her on her back. He drove back into her, pounding her with a firm but gentle rhythm. He pressed his body close to hers and thrust himself in deep. Sally threw her head back, gasping. Moments later, Roger began to moan loudly. “Oh fuck, Sally, here it comes…umm…where do you want it, my love?”

  “Cum in me or cum on me, baby,” Sally responded in between her gasps. “Just cum. I’m all yours.” That seemed to be all that Roger needed to hear. He pulled out of her, stood up on the platform, and with a long moan, sprayed his woman with a shower of thick, milky seed. He grunted in sheer bliss. Sally met his waterfall of semen with an upturned face, letting him drip all over her body and catching drops of him in her mouth. Roger bent down, kissed his mate, and the two of them reclined on the huge pillows, facing Simone and Chris.

  Chris continued to stroke himself through his pants. He was enjoying the best jerkoff of his life.

  “Well, it looks like it’s time to start the interview,” Simone said.

  Before Chris could respond, Simone took Chris’s hand away from his dick and yanked his pants back down to his thighs. Then she replaced his wanking hand with her mouth.

  Chris groaned, not believing what was happening. Simone seemed to almost drink him in; her tongue lapped him down her throat, inch by inch, until her nose tickled the soft dark hairs at the base of his shaft. His length was massaged by Simone’s expert throat, and when he looked down and saw her head of beautiful hair bobbing up and down on him, a soft moan escaped his lips. After a few more moments, Simone slowly pulled herself off of Chris’s dick and looked up at him. “Now, what did you feel?” she asked.

  “That was incredible,” he replied. “I haven’t had a ton of blowjobs or anything, but I’ve never felt anything like that before.”

  “And do you know why?” Simone asked, gently massaging his cock while she looked at him. “Bec
ause I meant it. I wanted to suck your cock, Chris. So when I got the opportunity, I took advantage of it. That’s my whole message. People sometimes just play roles when it comes to sex – especially when they’re in relationships. It’s time for people to pay attention to each other in the bedroom.” She leaned into Chris and planted a soft kiss on his mouth.

  Roger and Sally still reclined at the other side of the room. Ignoring their audience, Chris kissed her back, pulling her even closer. With his free hand he unbuttoned her white blouse and reached around her back to unclasp her bra. Once the hook was undone, his hand traveled back to her chest, where he took a breast in his hand and massaged it. Simone’s lilting sigh gave him permission to take a delicate, dime-sized pink nipple between his thumb and forefinger and pinch. Simone’s sigh turned to a shudder and her body quivered. She broke the kiss and stood quickly, with the pace of a lover in desperate need of attention. In seconds she had her khakis and panties off, followed by her blouse and bra.

  Chris, still sitting against the wall, looked up at the goddess before him. Simone’s red curls hung down her shoulders and rested on top of her perky bosom. She stood straddling Chris’s legs, so that her clit, hidden by the faintest whisper of ginger-colored hair, was directly in front of his face.

  “Now,” she purred, “show me what you think I want. I bet you won’t be wrong.”

  Chris leaned forward and kissed her clit, bringing forth yet another purr from Simone. He opened his mouth and began to lick her, running his tongue from the base of her vagina back to the clit, using broad strokes to taste as much of her as he could. She opened her legs wider, and as Chris’s hand moved up her thighs, she grabbed it and guided his fingers inside of her. He fucked her with his hand as he sucked her button.

  “See,” she panted, “I told you you’d know.”

  Chris continued to eat her, all the while furiously stroking his member. Soon the pressure in his nuts was unbearable. “Simone,” he said when he came up for air. “I’m going to cum.”