0 comments/ 14648 views/ 0 favorites Safe from Harm Ch. 2 By: Ask For More Caroline woke up around mid afternoon. The good thing about being an X-tress was that the hours were flexible; you could do as many was you wanted, or as little as you liked. As long as the agency got a cut they didn't care. Yawning, she stretched out and decided to take a shower. She closed the shower door. "On, normal," She said out loud, and water washed over her from various directions. Thanks to the income from x-ting she had managed to get a customised shower that could spray water from almost any conceivable direction. You could also set voice commands for anything that you wanted. Caroline closed her eyes and let the shower do it's work, the water massaging her tired muscles and refreshing her. Inevitably her thoughts turned towards work again. How long could she keep doing porn for? Viewers didn't discriminate against porn x-tresses and neither did studios, in fact, some porn x-tresses who had made the transition found that they became more popular because it became easier for the viewer to fantasise about them. Funny how the mind works sometimes. All Caroline could do was pay the bill, and do whatever she had to do until she could get that elusive big break. After all, it wasn't that bad a job. Sometimes she would interact with someone she actually liked, and she didn't have to play a part as much as just let her impulses carry her along. "Fun." A soft jet of water splashed up from the floor, and she positioned herself over it. A moment later another jet aimed towards her breasts. This was her favourite function of the shower, a setting to satisfy her natural needs. She massaged her breasts as the water ran over them, and played with her nipples with her fingers. The water between her legs gently massaged her pussy, almost as soft as a tickle, and she felt her body start to tingle. Eventually she gave in, and let the water play over her as she remembered past experiences, Her favourite had occurred a few months ago. A last minute job had came in just as she was about to leave for the day, so she had decided to take it. A moment later she was standing in a field, wearing a light blue dress. A gentle hilly landscape lay in front of her. She was standing on a grassy knoll surrounded by golden corn fields. In the distance she could hear the sounds of workers laughing and joking, and a gentle breeze rippled the fields as she looked on. The evening sun looked down on her, and she heard a voice from behind her, "Caroline I presume?" She turned and looked at her client. He was a handsome man, perhaps around 30, standing at six feet tall with tanned skin, bright blue eyes and light brown hair. He was dressed casually, a blue denim shirt tucked into a pair of jeans. "My name is Joe," He stepped forward and lifted her hand up to his mouth to give a soft kiss. "Pleasure to meet you," I hope you like the scene I've chosen for this" "It's beautiful!" Caroline looked around again, feeling her dress move with the breeze. "I've never been in a scene as nice as this." "Well then there's a first time for everything. Come and sit with me." Joe stood aside to reveal a large picnic blanket laid out on the floor. "Unfortunately food cannot be simulated, so we'll have to make do with the pleasure of each other's company. if you can stand to talk to me for a while." "How can I begrudge such a charming man?" Caroline replied, and allowed herself to be led to the makeshift cover. She couldn't quiet believe what was going on in front of her. Experiences like these were somewhat of a legend among porn x-tresses, that one day they would meet a wonderful man who would treat them like real people and romance them instead of the usual mechanics that took place. Determined to enjoy it while it lasted she sat down with Joe and smiled at him. The time passed quickly as they found themselves engrossed in conversation. Joe was a charming man, well educated, humourous and handsome, and Caroline found herself enchanted by him. She couldn't believe that such a wonderful man would have to resort to finding an x-tress to satisfy him. "Why are you doing this?" She asked the next time there was a lapse in the conversation. "You're a wonderful man. Why do you need to find an x-tress like me to do something like this?" He sighed, "My dear, despite my qualities I have yet to find a woman who appreciates them as much as you do. My wife displayed the ignomy of leaving me for another man about a year ago, and since then I have been alone and miserable." She smiled at the joke. "And now I find myself here, initially expecting a woman who would merely satisfy my needs, and instead I find a lovely lady who is willing to put up with my conversation as well!" Caroline giggled with the joke, but then she felt something else. "I guess I'd better give you what you're here for then." With that she leaned forward, pulled her face towards his and kissed him. Their tongues entwined with their shared passion, and she felt his hands roaming over her body as they kissed. He eased her back so that was lying on her back, and then pulled his lips from hers. "I want to enjoy this moment," he said, and with that he descended down her body. Easing the straps of her dress off, he softly nibbled at her neck, using his lips to suckle while his tongue trailed lightly over her skin. Presently her dress was at her waist, and his hands were gently massaging her breasts while his tongue flicked over her nipples, teasing them with almost invisible touches before surrounding them with his lips and sucking gently. After what seemed like an eternity he decided to move further down her body. She kicked the dress off with her legs as his tongue left a trail over her stomach and down towards her crotch. He paused with his mouth over her, and she felt his warm breath tickle her already flushed velvet lips. When his tongue pressed onto her Caroline couldn't control herself any longer, and let her sexual tension dissolve while he pushed his tongue into the cleft of her labia and play with her protruding clitoris. Joe eased a finger into her pussy, and felt her muscles contract as her orgasms over-lapped and overcame her. She gasped and moaned as his combined ministrations prolounged her pleasure, hundreds of pent up orgasms from unsatisfying virtual experiences merging in that one moment. Eventually she couldn't take it anymore and pushed his head away. "I need a break," She panted. "Please, stop for a moment." Joe looked surprised. "I thought I hardly touched you?" "Trust me, it was enough." She looked at his eyes and saw his disappointment. "Thank you so much!" He sat up. "I'm always ready to please a lady," he said, smiling. Caroline looked at the source of her pleasure decided it was time for a bit of payback. "Lie back." She sat up, "Now it's my turn to please you." Joe lay back, and Caroline planned her attack. She leaned forward to kiss him, almost tasting herself on his lips as she unbuttoned his shirt to reveal a well toned chest. Sitting up, she rubbed her fingers over his chest, admiring his body, extending lower and lower until she was almost at his waist. Unzipping his jeans, she revealed a fully erect cock. Looking at it she thought she'd seen bigger, but it was more than enough for her to play with. She put her hand on it, and heard him let out a small gasp. "Is this what you like?" She leaned forward and flicked her tongue over the head of his cock. "Oh yes," Joe looked up at her with a strained expression. "Good." She ran her tongue along his shaft, bathing his cock in her saliva until it was almost fully covered. Then she looked up at him again. "Do you like that?" Her hand stroked his cock as he looked up again. "Oh God yes! Please don't stop." Joe eyes pleaded with hers as she used her other hand to grip his balls, gently running her fingers over them, feeling the shape of them as his body shuddered in response. "What about this?" She asked teasingly. "Do you like me to play with your balls like this?" Joe could only nod in response. She grinned, "Well how about this?" She leaned down and replaced her hands with her mouth, licking his balls and then taking them into her mouth and sucking gently. All the while she kept stroking his cock, using her thumb to rub the tip, feeling his precum trickle out. Looking up again she could see Joe had his eyes closed and was breathing heavily. She stopped stroking his cock and could see him look up with a pained expression. "Just kidding...." She smiled and moved her head down to take his cock into her mouth. Caroline heard his groan as she sucked on his cock, swirling her tongue around it, letting her saliva lubricate the movements as she bobbed her head up and down. On every movement she took more and more of his cock into his mouth, until she had fully engulfed it and it was pressing into her throat. Pulling her mouth off she quickly straddled him and held his cock in her hands as she lowered until it was at her pussy lips. "Are you enjoying yourself?" Joe looked at her again and nodded. "Do you want this?" She moved her hips, letting her pussy lips tickle the head of his cock. "I thought so..." Lowering herself, she let the head of his cock enter her, and began to move up and down on it. Keeping her eyes open, she could see Joe groan as she teased him with the potential of full entry. Then she stopped suddenly, and engulfed him in one sharp movement. She rested for a moment, tensing and relaxing her muscles to squeeze his cock, and then she started to slowly ease up and down his length. He reached up to play with her breasts as she slid up and down, and Caroline started to feel the beginnings of an orgasm growing inside her. He moved his hands down to her hips, and started to thrust to meet her downward movements. She could hear him moan, and his thrusts became more urgent, and she felt her own climax approaching. All she could feel was his erect cock pounding into her, and all she could hear was the sounds of it pushing in and out, coated with her juices. Suddenly he groaned loudly and she felt his cock contract, and she had a screaming orgasm to match his as he pumped his load into her. Caroline almost collapsed in the shower. To Be Continued.... Safe from Harm Ch. 3 Let us follow the path of a kilobyte of information as it travels through the modern communication network. We shall start at the main processor of an X-show. From there it travels through fibre optic wires, tracing a path under the ground until it reaches a transmitter. The transmitter gathers a bunch of kilobytes and shoots the suckers into the atmosphere, propelling them past a sea of fliers, through the network of Cleaners operating around the world, past the outer levels of the earth's protective layer until it reaches a satellite. Then the satellite eats one of the kilobytes that tells it where the hapless data has to travel. Once their destination is ascertained the kilobytes are powered either to another satellite, or back through the atmosphere if the location is correct, where they knock out a few more inadvertent particles on the way until they go all the way back to the processor supplying a particular X-suit. Then the kilobytes undergo a transformation, generating images, sound and movements, which are all relayed to the suit, which then transfers them to a willing participant, who in turn generates some new impulses to send back. Voila! The process becomes repeated as the human responds and more poor little kilobytes get shipped off on another long journey. A flier slices through the wind as it takes Caroline to work. Looking out of the window, she can admire the city as it processes kilobytes around her; the sky remain fairly clear except for a few mass transit fliers. Private fliers were outlawed a few years ago after congestion led to horrendous collisions that would kill the occupants. Also the falling debris would take out people on ground level as well. Now the skies were a lot clearer and it was much safer to walk. From such a high vantage point Caroline could see all the way to the edge of the city. Sitting grumpily in the atmosphere were the Cleaners; large blue egg shaped ovals a few metres around. Suspended in the air by the same propulsion system as the fliers, Cleaners did exactly what the name suggests; dirty air would get sucked into them, and then nanobots would go to work, removing all dangerous substances until the air came out as clean as a whistle. Every now and then a man on a mini flier would check on the Cleaners to make sure they were functioning properly and replace defunct nanobots. Skyscrapers dig a line right through the middle of the city. The windows have now been specially designed so that images can be displayed on one side. If a person looks through they can see perfectly, but from the other side only the chosen display can be seen. Adverts for the newest X-shows play on the side of skyscrapers attempting to entice travellers to sneak a peep during work. Others make claims of the properties of soft drinks and brand names designed to entice the weak willed. The inane complexity of the city makes Caroline wonder for a moment how significant she can be in the grand scheme of things; but she realises that she is about as useful as the aforementioned kilobyte. Small, seemingly unimportant, but vital to the workings of the system as a whole. It gives her a warm snuggly feeling as the flier swoops down to its intended destination. The feeling lasts all the way until she steps into the door as work, and remembers that her job sucks. The building that houses Realism (the company Caroline works for) is a small building located right in the middle of Soho. It used to be one of the biggest strip bars in London, before the owner was sent to jail for embezzling tax returns. A pioneering entrepreneur bought it, and converted it into a broadcasting centre. Slowly the company had managed to build a solid reputation, and recently had become a large player in the multi million porn industry, due to the quality of their performers and a generous pricing policy. Making her way to the staff room Caroline makes herself a cup of tea before realising that the other person in the room is someone she's never seen before. He's sitting at the table reading the news on one of the small built in screens while munching a croissant. Looking over him, she notices his good looks straight away, like a bust chiselled to perfection, with a soft nose and a sharp jaw. He looks up, and catches her watching him. "Hiya." He smiles and stands up to shake her hand. His touch is soft but his hands are slightly roughened. "I'm Paul. The new guy here." "Pleased to meet you," Caroline replies. "Ever done this before?" "A little. But not as famous as you I'm afraid!" "No way!" Caroline feels her cheeks blushing despite herself. "I'm just doing this to make ends meet." "Everyone says that!" Paul scoffs. "But I gotta say you're one hell of an Xtress for someone who doesn't really care." "Thanks!" Caroline looks at the clock and finds a perfect excuse to avoid any more embarrassment. "Looks like it's time to work now..." "So it is," Paul replies, grinning. "Speak to you soon." While she was undressing Caroline cursed herself. Despite her career Caroline had never had much luck with men. Most couldn't handle her current career, while she had blown it a few times with the ones that had. At least her job wouldn't be a problem with Paul, she thought grimly while suiting up. Logging into the server she looked at the list of jobs available. She spotted a blowjob fantasy, short but offering quite a lot, so she took that. Closing her eyes momentarily while the scenario loaded, she opened her eyes to find herself in an office room. A large one, bookcases lining the walls while a window took up most of the back. Looking at herself she was wearing a grey suit, with a short skirt and high heels. Sitting at a chiselled oak desk was a middle-aged man. His hair hinted at greyness but showed no signs of wear and tear, and Caroline found him to be fairly handsome in a knowledgeable sort of way. He smiled at her. "What is it Karen?" So she must be his secretary in this. Reading the prompting lines that appeared in the top left of her vision she said, "Do you want me to get you some breakfast sir? I know it's early and you must be hungry." "What about you?" He replied. "You got here before me." "Well, I'm quite hungry...." She bent one leg, showing some extra thigh, and adjusted her glasses. "Why don't you try this?" He beckoned her over. Walking behind the desk she could see his trousers were unzipped and his cock was sticking out of his fly, pointing northwards. "Oh my god!" Caroline cringed at the cheesy dialogue. "Just what I was craving for!" Bending down in front of him she wrapped a hand around his cock. He just smiled. She touched his cock softly with her hands, exploring its length, feeling for it's individual quirks that make it different from others that she had touched. Looking up at her client she made her best puppy dog eyes and said, "It's so hard! I just wanna suck it all day long!" "Well why don't you?" The smile was still on his face. Caroline lowered her head and licked the tip of his cock. "Oooh, it tastes so good!" she exclaimed, lying through her teeth. One problem of the X-suit is that it cannot simulate taste or smell. While touch can be simulated realistically, the huge range of smells and tastes makes it impossible to replicate each one exactly. Hence the developers didn't try to. She ran the tips of her fingers along the base of his cock, while breathing softly over the head, building up his anticipation. Her other hand stroked his balls lightly, and she felt his cock throb in her hand. "Would you like me to suck you?" She looked up at his lustily, switching to a more dominating persona. She was in charge now, even if he was paying. "That would be nice..." He still maintained his composure, but he was starting to breathe heavily. She used her hands to lift his cock up, and ran her tongue up the underside of his shaft. She felt it jump in response, and encouraged she used her tongue to bathe his cock, licking it all over, washing it in her saliva. Looking up, she could see he was breathing heavily. "Is that good? Would you like more?" "Yes! Please!" His response was breathless and intermittent. Caroline knew she'd captured him. She opened her mouth wide and moved over his cock. Without touching it, she engulfed the head and a couple of inches, holding it at the base to make sure he didn't try anything. Slowly she moved her mouth off his cock, leaving it untouched. Her client moaned in response. Caroline moved her mouth over his cock, again without touching, as far as she could. She looked up to see his eyes focused on her, his body tense and shaking with anticipation. She closed her mouth over his cock, and started to slide her lips slowly along his length. Her fingers tickled his balls as she vigorously throated his cock. She gripped the shaft with her free hand, and moved it with her mouth, firmly stroking his throbbing manhood. His groans mingled with the wet sounds of his cock fucking her mouth. His moans increased, and she started to hum, trying to bring him closer to orgasm. Taking her hand off his shaft, she deep throated him in one smooth movement, letting him fuck her mouth, all the while humming to send vibrations of pleasure through him. She felt his balls contract, and he let out a large moan as he started to cum into her mouth, sending torrents of his sperm deep into her throat. After he had finished, she stood up, and said, "I love the taste of cum!" The image dissolved around her, and she had banked another fifty credits. -------------------- Five hours later she had just finished whipping a 50-year-old man when a call came through from another Xtor. Fellow workers were able to send instant calls through to each other in case a scenario needed more than one Xtor, or if they had any problems. Checking the name, she was surprised to see it was Paul. "What's up?" His face appeared on the top right corner of her vision. "Nothing much. Although I have a scenario here which might be more comfortable for two." "What is it?" she asked. "A wife swapping scenario. Seems that this couple are interested, but want to try it in X life before making it real. Interested?" "What's the fee?" "About five hundred each." "I'm in!" Five hundred was a hell of a lot just for one scenario, even if she had to split it with Paul. "Do this well and I'll cook you dinner!" His eyes sparkled, and she laughed at his suggestion. "I think it should be the other way round! Thanks for the call." "No problem! I'm patching the link through now." Caroline opened her eyes to find herself in a rather plain hotel room. She was sitting on a double bed with Paul right next to her, and the couple were watching them from a sofa. "Hi there." The man smiled at them. "My name is David, and this is my wife Helen." David looked in his mid thirties. His skin was tanned, and his hair was a soft brown, and he looked in pretty good shape, although with the beginnings of a double chin. His wife had a similar look, her face peppers with slight freckles and jet-black hair that rested lightly on her shoulders. Both were dressed simply, David in a T-shirt and jean, and Helen in a light blue dress that covered her enough, but still left something to the imagination. "Well you already know my name, and this lovely lady is Caroline," said Paul, putting his arm over Caroline's shoulder. "She's very pretty," said Helen. "So are you." Caroline returned the compliment. Not wanting to leave the conversation at an impasse, she carried on, "So what exactly would you guys be interested in?" David smiled and replied, "Well, my wife and myself have been interested in the swinging scene for a long time, but we've never really had the guts to go through with it. So we decided to take things one step at a time. If it's ok with you two we would very much like to just watch you two, and see how we react to this. Would that be ok? I know it's not the standard but I don't mind paying any extra fees that might result." Caroline looked at Paul. She hardly knew him! Admittedly she was attracted to him but it would be a big step for her. Then she remembers that he had called her first. So he must have had that in mind. She hadn't even thought about that. "I'm game. What about you Paul?" He shrugged, "Ready when you are." Figuring it was her call she turned to him and pulled his face to hers. They kissed surprisingly intimately, and Caroline could hear David and Helen murmuring their approval. His hands searched her body, finding the zipper on her dress. In reply she started to undo the buttons on his shirt, feeling his chest she exposed it slowly, running her fingers along the contours. Soon her dress was loose, and he broke the kiss and motioned her to stand. She faced the couple and slid the straps off her shoulder, her dress dropping in one fluid movement to reveal her naked body. Both gasped, and she felt Paul's hands come from behind to caress her as he stood close to her. Leaning her head back, they kissed again as his hands roamed over her, cupping her breasts then massaging them softly. She reciprocated; pulling the zipper down on his jeans and freeing his half erect cock so that she could stroke it softly. The moment was broken with a voice. "We'd like to see you go down on her..." said Helen, somewhat uncertain as if she wasn't sure if it was appropriate. Caroline just spread her legs, and Paul knelt down to position himself under her, knowing as well as she did that this would give the best view for the couple. His wet fingers brushed lightly over her lip; Caroline sighed as his fingers massaged her sex, spreading the moisture of her excitement over her pussy until her labia were glistening in the soft light, only then did he come close to her clit. Rubbing it gently, the first touch making her shudder slightly. "Can you play with your breasts?" asked Helen again, this time with more purpose. They were still watching, not making any moves towards each other or towards Caroline or Paul. Caroline's hands came to her breasts, massaging them and tweaking her nipples, as Paul worked her clit with his fingers. He brought his mouth close to her, and she could feel his warm breath teasing her as he rubbed his clit, her pussy aching for his tongue. She tried to move down towards him, but he just pulled away playfully. "Please," the frustration was making her more excited, and she could wait. She moved a hand down and pushed his face into her, "Please!" Finally she felt his tongue. He circled her lips, daring not to touch her for a while, before she felt it pushing between the folds of her pussy. "Oooh," she couldn't help but moan as his tongue went into her pussy, feeling his saliva mingle with her cum as he started to move it in and out, fucking her with his tongue. Opening her eyes momentarily she could see that Helen had pulled her dress up and was now playing with her pussy, one hand massaging her clit with two fingers slowly sliding into her, while Paul was stroking his cock through his trousers. "Yeees, that's it, I'm gonna cum!" The sight of them drove Caroline over the edge, and her body shook as she orgasmed onto Paul's tongue, her cum dripping into his mouth as her pussy contracted around his tongue. In response he lapped harder, every lick sending a wave of pleasure through her body, until she could not take any more and fell back onto the bed. Suddenly she heard a moan, and opened her eyes to see David between Helen's legs, eagerly devouring her pussy. Helen was moaning and pulling her nipples, and Caroline could see her body twitching and jerking as David ate her out. Paul was sitting beside her, his cock at full mast as he watched the scene in front of him. Remember what he had just done for her, she reached out and wrapped her fingers around his cock, feeling the hard muscle slide through her fingers as she slowly stroked him. A drop of precum emerged, and Caroline knelt down in front of him so that she could lap it up with her tongue. Looking up, she saw that Paul now had his attention fully focused on her. "Why don't you just watch them, and let me do the work for now?" She said playfully. "I'm gonna show you how well I can repay you." Her free hand massaged his balls; rolling them around gently in her palm as her other hand softly stroked him. She moved her head lower and began to lick his balls, drenching them in her saliva before taking each ball into her mouth. She alternated between his balls, before returning her attention to the main prize; Paul's fully erect cock, throbbing as she moved her fingers up and down. Her tongue caressed it gently, spreading her saliva over his cock until her hand easily slid along his length. Then she took the head into her mouth, sucking and exploring the contours of his cock, before slowly adding more and more of his cock into her mouth until she felt his hairs tickle her chin. His cock was now deep in her throat, and she left it there for a while, letting him enjoy the feeling. Slowly, she began to rock her head, letting his cock repeatedly penetrate her mouth. One hand stayed on his balls, while she used the other to stroke him in synchronization with her mouth bobbing up and down. Her tongue repeatedly flicked around the head, mixing his copious pre cum in her mouth. Paul was now groaning, and his body had begun to tense; she knew he wouldn't be able to last. Standing up, she turned away from him and plunged herself onto his cock. She gasped as it penetrated her, feeling his long shaft push into her pussy again and again as she fucked him. It had been such a long time since she had actually actively fucked someone while she was X-ting, and she was determined to enjoy it. Looking at the other couple, Helen was now bent over her chair while David hammered his cock into her from behind. His legs were spread slightly, and Caroline could see his balls bouncing against Helen's clit every time their hips met. She reached down to play with her own, and the combined sensations were enough to bring her to the point of ecstasy. Paul suddenly put his hand onto her hips, and held her strong while he began to slam his cock into her. She could feel her lips stretching; the moisture from her sex making slick sounds with every penetration, driving her closer and closer until she felt her orgasm overwhelm her. Moaning and screaming while his erect shaft squeezed wave after wave of pleasure. In the midst of this, she heard Paul suddenly moan out loud, "I'm cumming!", and his cock spasmed, sending his cum to mix with her own while they frantically bucked against each other, both overcome with pleasure. Afterwards things had been a little subdued. David and Helen had promised to engage in their services again, next time perhaps with the hope that they might swap partners to make the experience even more exciting. Caroline felt a little uncomfortable around Paul; after all, she had virtually made love to him even though she only knew him a few hours previously. Where was this new relationship going to lead? -------------------- Work was finished a couple of hours later, and as usual, Caroline went straight to the shower to wash off the sweat of today’s work. She thought back over the experience with Paul only a couple of hours ago. Was it the right thing to do? Should she have held out and let someone else take the job instead? Running the event though her mind she felt that familiar warmth in her crotch again and realised that it probably wasn't such a bad thing. As she walked out of the ladies changing rooms she bumped straight into Paul. "Sorry!" she said, feeling a bit uncomfortable in his presence. "No problem," he replied smiling, "Going home as well?" "Yup." "Wanna go for dinner first? I'm starving!" Caroline turned that though over in her mind. She should really go home. Those good looks could conceal anything. "Why not!" She blurted out. "Damn!" "Something wrong?" Paul looked a little confused. "Erm....nothing! Just remembered something that's all..." Stupid woman! What was she thinking? Well it was too late now. "Shall we make a move then?" He seemed hesitant now, after realising that perhaps Caroline was fresh from the asylum. Caroline just sighed to herself. "Why not?" Putting on her best smile, she quickly strode ahead of him so he couldn't hear as she muttered obscenities to herself. Safe from Harm Ch. 3 In the lift they argued about where to go to eat. Caroline was partial to a little Italian place around the corner; Paul was more inclined to some Chinese food. They were still debating while leaving the building, and were rudely interrupted by a voice coming from a car parked at the roadside. "Caroline? Paul?" Turning in unison, they both saw the man sitting at the drivers seat at the same time. He looked very familiar. "David? What the hell are you doing here?" They had spoken at the same time, causing David to look at them quizzically. "Do you guys have a psychic bond or something? Don't tell me your related?" Caroline spoke first. "Of course not!" she replied irritably. "And don't change the subject!" David held up his hand in surrender. "Alright, alright, calm down a bit. I supposed your both wondering why I'm here?" Caroline nodded angrily, Paul just shrugged. "Well why don't you get into the car first, and I'll drive on the way?" "Why should be trust you?" said Caroline, confused by his request. "Well, I'm not crazy for a start, and I know a way you could earn a hell of a lot more than what you're making now." Caroline turned to Paul and whispered to him, "Is this guy nuts or what?" "Actually I think we should go...." Paul replied. "What?" Caroline's voice rose slightly. "Look at it. He drives a nice car, he's offering us a chance to earn a lot of money, and he's taken the effort to come all the way here to ask us. Least we can do is listen, right?" Caroline was still doubtful, but like Paul said, they had nothing to lose. Why not? She turned back to David. "Ok let's go then. But don't try any funny stuff!" "Don't worry Caroline," David smiled. They drove in silence for around half an hour. Every time Caroline tried to ask David something, he would just tell her that all would be revealed when they go to their destination. So she just sat and stared out of the window. Eventually the car pulled into an office car park somewhere in Camden town. They rode the lift again in silence up to the third floor. When the door opened a reception greeted them; a bored looking blonde surrounded by a wooden desk that nearly concealed her to the casual visitor. Ahead of them, a fogged glass door prevented any further exploration. David nodded to the receptionist and she buzzed them in. Once inside, they were greeted by three corridors, all identical. David led them down one way, past wood panelled walls interspersed with more rooms protected by glass doors; Caroline noticed that each one was electronically locked, and also had a normal lock for backup. But before she could press the question to David, he had opened a door and beckoned them inside. They were in a very large room. Computers lined the walls, but what really caught Caroline's attention were the large dentist style chairs in the middle of the room. Above each was an extendable helmet with a mass of wires protruding at seemingly random intervals. "What the hell..." The words were out before Caroline could help it. "Welcome to our research centre." The voice came from behind them. Before they could turn around, a woman had walked past them and stood next to David. "It's not as bad as it looks." said Helen. ------------------- "Ok, I'm really confused now." said Caroline, looking around in part confusion, part amazement. "What the hell is going on here? What research?" David motioned towards a small table in the corner. "Why don't we take a seat, and we'll explain." "Now, as you know, our names are David and Helen. We're not married, although we like to play around every now and then, and we've been looking for two very capable X-tors to help us in our new project. We've been going from company to company, testing all their best X-tors, but none have been as good as you two have. Thus we decided to bring you two here for a test." "For what?" asked Paul. "You still haven't explained what this is all about." Helen took over. "Well, you two are X-tors. What's the fundamental problem of X-suits?" Paul and Caroline looked at each other. Caroline just shrugged, fed up with all the time wasting, so Paul answered, "That they cannot simulate taste nor smell; only touch. Which means they cannot be fully realistic." "Right! Let's look at the statistics. One house in every ten in the world owns an X-suit of some sort, and the top shows have a viewer rating of over 50 million worldwide. So what does that tell you?" "That people aren't really bothered about the realism?" "Nope. It was estimated that in the US in the late 90's, nearly every third house owned a gaming console of some sort, and one in five had internet access. The ratio in Japan was even lower. So what does that tell you?" No answer. Caroline and Paul couldn't see where this was going. "I'll tell you. That means that the X-suit is well behind gaming consoles. Think about it; the X-suit is meant to be an extension of the gaming experience, adding new realism to what was becoming a very boring diversion. But the X-suit changes everything by allowing the player to almost be in the game itself. You can hit someone, they can hit you, and so forth. However, the X-suit is only in one of ten households around the world. What is that telling us? That the X-suit isn't realistic enough. If it were that realistic, then at least one in every third house would own an X-suit. Even people who didn't like games traditionally could easily by convinced if they found themselves fully immersed in a virtual world. So even though the X-suit has become established worldwide, people within Microsoft have found these statistics to be very unsatisfactory. Thus people like myself and David have been commissioned to develop the next stage of the X-suit; a fully virtual world where you can smell the virtual aftershave while you rub it on, or taste the virtual pork chop when you roll it around your mouth. So why do you think you are here now?" Paul answered before Caroline could. "You've done it haven't you? And who better to test it than X-tors? People who work with the suit day in and day out, and know exactly how it feels and all it's different attributes." David and Helen both smiled, "Exactly! We think we're very close now to making it commercially viable. But we still have to test it with some of the best. Are you two willing to try?" "Yes!" They answered in unison. A couple of minutes later, they were both relaxed on the dentist's chairs. David and Helen were busy attaching the wires to their arms and chest. "What are these for?" Caroline asked. "So that we can keep track of your vital functions during the test." "What exactly is going to happen?" said Paul. "You still haven't explained what you're going to do to us." David started speaking. "Well when we were developing the system, we spent a long time working out ways to simulate smell and touch, but we were totally unsuccessful. The problem is that every person reacts to these things differently. Some like the taste of salt and some don't. Some like the smell of coffee, and some don't. We had reached a bit of a dead end when a new idea began forming. What if, instead of trying to simulate these impulses, if we generated them directly? Instead of actually having to create them, we could actually appeal to the brain itself, and tell it that a pork chop is on the tongue at this exact moment in time, or that a horse has just crapped in front and it really stinks. The only way we could do that successfully is with nanobots." "Nanobots?" Caroline became a bit worried by the suggestion. "How?" "Well, we have developed a very specific type of nanobot. It attaches itself to the neurons leading the brain, and sends different types of signals to the brain, depending on what we want to simulate. The brain is almost tricked into seeing something different. Although your conscious mind always knows that it's a simulation, the rest of your brain believes what the nanobots tell them." "Are the nanobots dangerous?" "Of course not. They're specifically designed for one purpose only, and they're so small they're incapable of anything else. Totally harmless." Caroline didn't find this very reassuring, but she really wanted to see what it would be like. After a couple of moments struggle in her brain, she relaxed. "Alright. Let's do it!" David produced two sheets of paper from nowhere and gave one to each X-tor. "This is a compensation contract for the both of you. In the case of any problems our corporation will provide full compensation and cover any necessary costs. If you are willing to carry on as testers after this then we will provide you with employee contracts." The contracts were basic legal documents, and the X-tors both signed without a second thought. Helen opened a small cabinet next to the chair which Caroline hadn't noticed before. She removed two small syringes, both filled with a clear, viscous liquid. Turning to the two X-tors she showed them the syringes and said, "Now I'm going to inject you with the nanobots. Then they will spread through your system and attach themselves to the neurons leading to your brain. From then on we will send a transmission to the nanobots, and they will send the according signals to create the simulation we want." Caroline winced as the needle penetrated her skin. As the liquid was pushed into her veins she could feel a slight twitching under her skin; maybe it was her imagination but she could almost feel the nanobots making their way to her brain. Helen and David moved across to the room to two computer terminals. They began typing in commands. "We're now setting up the transmission while the nanobots settle in your system," said Helen, fingers flying over the keyboard as she programmed in the planned simulation. "Now close your eyes." Caroline was buzzing in anticipation as she closed her eyes and prepared for what would possibly be one of the greatest moments of her life. And nothing happened. "Damn!" She could hear David from across the room furiously hitting away at the keyboards. "Shit!" Opening her eyes, she called out, "What's going on?" Helen turned and replied, "Well, it looks like the nanobots are going to need some reconfiguration before we can get this sorted out." "How long is that going to take?" Caroline was feeling deflated with disappointment. "A couple of days maybe? I can't really say at this moment because of the amount of factors we have to deal with when reprogramming the nanobots." "A couple of days!" Caroline just wanted to go home. "Look can we do this tomorrow then? I'm really tired and I just feel like sleeping." "Shouldn't be a problem." Helen turned to Paul, "What about you?" Paul looked at Caroline for a moment, and she could see determination in his eyes. "I'll stay for now," he replied. "I really want to have a go at this and be a part of it." "Good!" Helen picked up the phone and pressed a couple of buttons. "Amy?" she spoke into the receiver, "Can you arrange a taxi to take Caroline home? Thanks." ----------------------- The company paid for the taxi. When Caroline arrived home she still couldn't shake off the feeling of intense disappointment of the whole episode. The chance to be part of a virtual revolution was the first thing in a long time that had made her really excited; she felt like she was someone really important in the grand scheme of things. She wouldn't have to spend the rest of her life acting like a prissy schoolgirl or a horny secretary! With a sigh she stepped into her bathroom and started undressing. Even though she had showered after work she felt like she needed another one, just to relax her and make her feel better. Closing the shower door, she said, "On," and the warm water rushed over her. She closed her eyes, and let it rinse her troubles away. "Hello Caroline." Her eyes shot open in shock. David! Turning towards the shower door she could see the outline of his figure standing in her bathroom. "You fucking psycho! What the hell are you doing in my house!" She screamed, trying to seem angry, but scared as hell at the same time. "This isn't your house Caroline." "What the fuck are you talking about?" "Don't you get it Caroline?" "Look just get out of my house you freak!" "I'm not in your house Caroline. This isn't your bathroom. That isn't real water coming out of your showerhead." Then it dawned on her. "This is the simulation?" "Yes! This is the power of our new technology Caroline." She looked around. She could see the fine spray of water as it rebounded off her body. Her face felt smooth and warm as she rubbed her cheeks. "Oh my god...." "Hello Caroline." She turned to see Helen standing behind her suddenly. Helen was also naked, water dripping off her body as the shower filled the air. "Let's see how real it feels." Helen wrapped her arms around Caroline and pressed her lips against Caroline's. Caroline could feel the softness of her skin, Helen's breasts rubbing against hers, nipples already erect as their tongues pushed back and forth. Helen pulled away from her and smiled sexily. "Taste me," she said, taking Caroline's hand and moving it to her crotch. Caroline kneeled down straight away and Helen spread her legs in preparation. She ran her fingers along Helen's vulva, feeling the warmth of Helen's arousal emanating from inside of her. Positioning herself below Helen, Caroline gently massaged her clitoris before running her tongue along her labia. Caroline could taste the bittersweet flavour of Helen's cum as she pushed her tongue in-between the folds of her velvet lips. She could hear Helen moaning, and David passing comments of approval as she explored Helen with her tongue, intoxicated with the taste of Helen's pussy. Caroline used her hand to massage her own clit while her tongue pushed and probed at Helen’s. “Ooh, that’s it, yes, more please…” moaned Helen, “How does it taste Caroline?” Before Caroline could reply she felt something familiar against her tongue. Stopping for a moment, she looked up to see Paul standing behind Helen, his erect cock running against her lips. Helen leaned forward and Caroline heard David’s voice, “Fuck her Paul.” Helen cried out as Paul’s cock pushed between her lips to penetrate the folds of her pussy. Before long they had built up a rhythm, Paul’s cock repeatedly stroking into Helen’s soft wetness while Caroline continued with her tongue. She ran her tongue from Helen’s clit to Paul’s balls, tasting a Helen’s cum on him every time his cock slid out. “I’m cumming!” Helen cried out as her orgasm overtook her body, her legs shaking as her pussy contracted around Paul’s cock, floods of her cum dripping out of her with every stroke. Caroline’s own orgasm followed, and she writhed on the floor of her shower, feeling her body shake and tense as waves of ecstasy overwhelmed her. She opened her eyes to see Paul’s ball contracting, and she heard him groan, “I’m gonna cum!” Quickly Caroline pulled his cock from Helen’s pussy and stroked him furiously as his cock exploded, shooting ropes of cum partly onto Helen’s swollen lips and partly onto Caroline’s face. Caroline opened her mouth as another load shot from the head of his cock and landed across her face, tasting the saltiness of his cum. Finally his cock subsided, so she pulled Helen’s cum covered pussy to her face and proceeded to clean it with her tongue, the bitterness of Helen’s cum contrasting with the salty taste of Paul’s. She heard David clapping. “Excellent! First test successful!”