by J. J. Hunt
“This is how I speak.” She furrowed her brow into a frown. She huffed. “Your call was crap.”
Alexa touched Ollie’s arms with the back of her hand at first, before going in for a full front-handed grope. After witnessing Belinda do the same, she wanted to know what was so special about them, and there was something there, they were veiny and muscular. “You work out?” she asked.
“Sometimes,” he said. “Had a free gym membership but it’s ran out now.”
She twirled her hair around a finger. “And you’re on Fling again?”
He grinned, finally some female contact he didn’t mind. “Only just.”
Alexa pushed her hands to her mouth in a pretend gasp. “Let’s find your profile. See what rating you have, who knows, maybe I can be your first in the office.”
“In the office?”
“Yeah, we all end up having sex with each other at one point or another anyway.”
He stifled a laugh, realising she wasn’t joking. “Show me my profile. It’s one of those free basic ones.”
“Ugh, basic,” she said. “Let’s upgrade that.” She tapped on the keyboard. “Full name? Oliver?”
“Oliver Lee, I can find the account number if you want?” he asked, pulling his phone from his pocket.
Within seconds she had his account on the screen. “No need,” she said. “We have everything. You have a degree in law, you’re 23 years old, you’ve only chatted with a handful of people, nothing serious, your longest relationship was over a year, and you’ve slept with thirteen girls since losing your virginity at fifteen.”
Ollie’s eyes opened wider. “You know all of that?”
Alexa gestured to the screen. “It’s all here, everything you answered, every profile has this, and only we can access it, there are some boxes you didn’t fill out, but those you can change, like kinks, and sexual orientation.”
“I guess I need to use it then,” Ollie said.
Alexa shrugged. “Only if you want to keep your job,” she said. “And they keep tabs too, they know who you’re doing it with, when, and where.”
He laughed. “Great.”
They didn’t see Candy for the rest of the afternoon, only when collecting their bags from the training room at the end of the day. She was sat at her desk, listening to music. She waved them out as they left the room, completely oblivious it was 5 P.M. and they were going home.
On the car journey back to the apartment, they didn’t know how to separate the real from the fake. Thea and Ollie ferociously tapped on their phones, building up and fleshing out their Fling profiles, while Max lost himself in his mind, figuring himself out, everything he’d seen, he compared the work to being in sex slavery, and he had to take every hit as it came.
Finally, breaking the silence, Thea sighed. “I learnt that they’re letting guys wank to them as they talk on the phone. I don’t know if I can do that.”
“Oh, well Quin made me grab his dick, then he grabbed mine,” Max blurted.
Ollie hacked at the back of his throat. “And Alexa told me they know everything about us. And I think she was hitting on me as well.”
“Makes three of us,” Thea said. “Candy keeps winking at me and it makes me feel so uncomfortable, like, I’m not against lesbians, I’m just against her, I don’t want her to keep licking her lips and gnashing her jaw like a fucking hamster when she looks at me.”
Max laughed. “Better on her good side than more-or-less being told she’d fire you if she was in charge. She definitely hates me.”
“And everyone keeps saying the same thing, get the app, use the app, without the app, we’re basically fired,” Ollie said. “Everyone is on it. When we were looking through accounts, I saw several of my friends, and they’ve all posted private pictures. I can never look them in the eye.”
“Worse is knowing that your mum is online and she’s hooking up with guys who are half her age; my age!” Thea said, throwing her hands to her face and groaning. “I shouldn’t have even looked, I know divorce happens, but now I think it’s all because of this app in the first place.”
“Are they swingers?” Ollie laughed.
Thea puffed out her cheeks, pretending to vomit.
Max pulled the car into a parking space. “I’ll buy the wine, we deserve it.”
It wasn’t after the first bottle of wine, or the second bottle, but after the third bottle of wine, they were more open to the idea of being on a hook-up app that wanted nothing more than to get you hooked up with someone for the night. They all sat around in the lounge area, staring at their phones as Thea pulled the cork from a fourth bottle of wine.
Max laid on one couch while Ollie sat on the other. “Did you list your size?” Max asked Ollie.
“I listed my height and weight,” he replied.
Max laughed in hysteria. “Your dick.”
Thea took a large gulp before joining from the connecting kitchen. She carried in the bottle and placed it on the coffee table. “Well?” she asked, staring at Ollie. “Did you?” She threw herself in the seat beside him.
“It was one of the questions,” he said. “Of course.”
“And?” Thea asked, getting closer to him on the couch.
He laughed, putting his glass on the table between the couches. “And if you request the information on my account, you’ll be able to find out.”
“Or,” she said, standing sloppily, stumbling to her side, and dipping to Ollie’s knee. “I can find out for myself.” She wrestled with his belt buckle.
“Whoa, okay guys,” Max said, sitting upright. He held his head as a dizziness overcame him. “I’m going to leave you to whatever that is.” He stood and stumbled, balancing himself and the glass of wine in his hand. He walked to his room and closed his door shut, leaving Ollie and Thea alone.
Ollie tried to protest, to stop her from getting his trousers unbuttoned. “It’s the wine,” he said. “We’re not doing—”
She grabbed his bulge. “It feels hard.” She smacked her lips. “And this isn’t the wine talking, but all the talk about sex at work, I miss it.”
“But—but—” Ollie gave in and unbuttoned his trousers himself.
Thea pulled her t-shirt up over her head and with a single-handed swoosh, she whipped off her bra, letting her perky boobs sit on her chest. Her nipples were solid, pointing outward in his direction. He cupped each breast with a hand, squeezing them gently before she sat on his lap and pulled his t-shirt off.
“What did you list for kinks?” Thea asked, wrapping his t-shirt around her hand.
Breathless. “Kinks?”
“I have one.” She pulled the t-shirt into a line, whipping it tight. Ollie stared in her eyes, intently while she played with him, thinking she would tie his hands behind his back. She wrapped it around his head, forcing it in his mouth. “Are you into it?” she asked.
He mumbled something but she didn’t quite understand behind the gagging sound on the cloth. He nodded as a better form of communication.
“Good,” she said. She grabbed his belt and pulled it from around his waist, realising she was now sat on his lap with the warmth of his bulge trying to break free. “Your hands.”
He shook his head. “—oh.”
She planted a kiss on his cheek. “I’ve always wanted to try.”
In his bedroom, Max drank his wine and looked through accounts on the app, making notes in his phone about accounts he wanted to see more of but didn’t have the guts or balls to request more information. He posted one full-body picture, in his underwear, and wearing socks, and so far the hungry gay dick pigs had sent several requests to see. He approved zero of them, but the attention was good.
Wanna fuck? He received, one after the other.
You up? Another came.
Only a matter of time. This time from Quin. What’s your private pic?
He didn’t reply. He left it and closed the app.
“Need more wine,” he said, leaving his bed and finishing his glass in on
e mouthful.
Max walked out of the bedroom straight into the sight of Thea straddling Ollie’s lap, his hands tied behind his back with his t-shirt wrapped around his head and mouth.
At the sight of Max, stumbling through with his wine glass in hand, there was a loud moan. Thea pressed herself down on Ollie as he pushed his head back and tried to break his hands free from the belt.
“Oh, fuck,” Max said, spinning into the wall as he looked at them.
Ollie mumbled something but it was incoherent while Thea wiped her hair back into a ponytail on her head, removing herself from Ollie. She took a deep breath and glanced at Ollie’s hard cock inside the condom full of cum. She pulled the t-shirt from around his head and wiped at her face, removing some of the make-up she’d applied earlier.
“That was interesting,” she said, wobbling on her feet.
Ollie gasped. “Fucking hell.”
“I’m gonna be sick,” Max said, walking back with a hand over his eyes, bumping into the walls and doors until he found his bedroom.
SEVEN
The next couple of days were quiet in the apartment and at work. They piled into Max’s car; Thea sat in the front passenger seat with large sunglasses and dressed in a giant baggy jumper. Ollie sat in the back, smiling to himself; the cat that got the cream, and then milked the cow.
Max paused before keying the ignition. “Is this a thing now?” He waited for them, but Ollie was letting Thea make the first move, and Thea wasn’t interested in making anything other than an inhumane I don’t want to talk groan. “Because it says no relationships, it was written several times.”
Ollie laughed and tapped Max on his shoulder, pushing his head through the space between the seats. He glanced at Thea as she dipped her chin to her chest. “Guys and girls can have sex without it meaning something.”
“I don’t normally,” Thea said.
Ollie laughed harder. “And I don’t usually have my hands tied behind my back either.” He sat back in his seat. “But I can’t stop thinking about it.”
Thea groaned harder at the back of her throat. “I’ve thought about it, and it was the wine.”
Max started the car. “No wine, then.”
Unbeknownst to Max, they hadn’t had sex only the once, they’d had sex multiple times. After discovering each other, sexually, there was no stopping, but they continued the rouse of it only the once; the time Max walked in on them.
It was Friday, and the end of their first full week at their new job. There hadn’t been any major hiccups, unless counting every time one of them was shocked, then there were several major hiccups.
Candy waited for them in her flingshot to success training room. She wore a navy-blue romper and a black corset over it, and to complete her look, she wore black thigh-high boots.
She slapped at her knees. “Come in.”
They sat at their desks. Thea removed her sunglasses to reveal her wide eyes, bright with youth. Ollie grinned like the Cheshire cat, and Max tapped on the keys of the keyboard, logging into the computer.
“Oh, no,” Candy said, standing between Ollie and Thea. “I see that look, I know what you did, and I do not approve.”
“Of what?” Ollie asked.
Thea’s wide eyes dropped. “What happened?”
She dipped her head to them and inhaled deeply. “I can smell it on you,” she said. “You had sex. Not once, but several times.”
“That’s what the company is all about, right?” Thea asked.
Candy shook her head. “I’ve been checking your accounts, so I know none of you have used it to hook up, but I know that look on a woman’s face, that’s the look of getting laid, and I should know, because I got laid last night, and yesterday afternoon, and this morning.”
“Next time we’ll do it through the app,” Ollie said.
Thea chewed her lips together. “Next time?”
“It had better!” She stomped back to the front of the room, centring herself. “Today is test day, you have emails, mock calls, and a paper exam. If you pass, well done, you’re on the phones come Monday, if you don’t pass, you’ll retake this on Monday, unless they don’t want you here.” She stared at Max.
Candy gave them several minutes to revise. For Thea, it was remembering to not get ahead of herself; she had a fast-paced mind, and that got in her way. Ollie did everything by the book, and his main challenge was to be more open about himself and the environment in a sexual way. Max’s issue was Candy, but also getting over the hump of hook ups and sex for the sake of having sex.
“Candy?” Max asked, raising a hand.
She looked at him, without anything further.
“What if someone has an LTF, then they leave the app to get into a relationship?”
Ollie and Thea looked his way after glancing at the menacing daggers Candy gave behind her eyes. “The app is like a game, and people love to play games, with an LTF, an account collects more stars, and the higher the star rating, the more people you unlock, and the more people you unlock, the more of a buffet of bodies you have on offer, so if you think an LTF will withstand hundreds of people, often throwing themselves at you, then you’re wrong.”
He blinked and nodded. “It was a question. And now I know.”
“So, to put it bluntly, no relationships,” she said. “And people can have several LTFs, in fact, it’s encouraged by the app.”
They all nodded along, eating into the odd notion that people would stop relationships altogether because of an app or because the abundance of sex was there, and it there was plenty on offer.
The sound from the app came from Candy’s phone, the distinct brrp. She stood and pulled at the leg of her romper to straighten the creases out from where she’d been sat. “I’ll be back in a minute,” she said. “I have something to tend to.”
She left them alone, sighing and relaxing into the chairs.
Max let out a giant sigh. “She’s crazy.”
Thea and Ollie glanced at each other. “Batshit,” Thea said, rolling her eyes. “I don’t get what her deal is.”
Ollie gave a quick glance around the room. “She’s a sex addict.”
“Knock, knock, knock.” Alexa tapped on the open door. “I saw Candy leave and rushed straight in. I bet she’s making you do that stupid test.” She chortled in a single outburst. “Stupid bitch.”
Max scoffed. “Is it easy?”
Alexa flicked back her hair with a hand. “Easy. She designed it. A new-born baby could do it.”
Five minutes later, Candy stomped back into room, buttoning her corset.
“Good luck,” Alexa said before leaving, escaping a conversation with Candy.
They had three tests over the course of the day, and after scaring themselves for the better half of the morning, they realised there was no reason to be afraid. Alexa was right, literal babies could ace the exams if they could speak, it was all the same, each part a repetition of each other, perhaps the challenge was to make it fun even after doing the same call for the tenth time, booking the same room for the hundredth time, or handling the same complaint, it was boring work, and most likely the whole reason why they needed the sex was to serve as a distraction from the painstaking repetition.
Veronica, the manager, wore a tight red dress, covering the top of her breasts and revealing she wasn’t wearing underwear. Her hair was blown out on top of her head; a frail messy beehive of split ends. She was followed in by the supervisors, Missy, Jeffrey, and Fate.
“First, I want to congratulate all of you on your hard work,” Veronica said. “And I know it can get very hard, I mean, rock solid, sometimes, the pain is unbearable, but you ride it anyway, because you know you’ll get used to it, and soon you’ll enjoy having it inside you.”
“And, trust me.” Jeffrey placed his hand over his chest. “I know hard.”
Veronica turned to him. She let out a giant moan from the back of her throat.
“As they were saying,” Candy said, “you’ve all passed, wel
l done, congratulations.” Her voice was plain and lacked her usual enthusiasm.
“Yes, yes, that’s it,” Veronica said. “Congratulations, you’ll be joining the team on Monday, we’ve put you on Jeffrey’s team, he’ll be your rock for the first few weeks here, then you’ll be split up based on which supervisor wants you.”
Fate coughed into a fist. “I don’t think I want any of them,” she said. “They don’t strike me as elite material.”
Candy looked at them, she chewed on the inside of her cheek. “Ollie has the potential,” she said. “But he’s a while away from being ready yet.”
Being on Team Elite meant there was a pay rise, dealing with famous people and celebrities, people who had purchased a non-commercial package, unlike people who were paying the monthly or yearly subscription cost. The elite accounts were verified users, and they paid thousands for their privacy, especially those having affairs.
Jeffrey hooked his arm around Veronica’s back. “I guess I am the best supervisor.”
“I wouldn’t say the best,” Missy laughed. “You do okay, but my numbers overall are better than yours.”
Veronica groaned. “But Jeffrey has better customer satisfaction.”
“Maybe you’re just easy to please?” Missy said.
Their conversation was cut short once the clock hit 5 P.M. the signal for the weekend, except for one supervisor, they would work the graveyard shift to pick up slack from the week and help the American calls and email queues.
A wave of relief washed over their faces as both the weekend had arrived and they’d kept their jobs, even if they were beginning to doubt whether they wanted them at all.
Over the weekend, Thea travelled to her mother’s house, after finding out everything about her on the system, she figured it was a required trip. Ollie travelled to his parents as well, finally able to say he had a job, in a place where they wouldn’t stress him about money or his future.
Max stayed in the apartment, all by himself, playing on the app, trying his absolute best to find someone, but he couldn’t. Every time he got to the part where they asked if he wanted to have sex, he’d freak out and stop replying. Even when he was drunk and his guard was down, he couldn’t feel comfortable.
