tagMind ControlMy Only Talent Ch. 39

My Only Talent Ch. 39

byconanthe©

Glamping, Clamping, Bedding, & Pre-Wedding Planning

Note: The descriptions and accounts in these stories are fictional and do not portray any actual people or events.

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The van ride from the Strathclyde campus to our "glamping venue" was relatively routine, except for several releases and non-disclosure forms they had everybody sign. I was seated near several people who knew each other, but not me, so I listened to but did not participate in their conversations. I did observe as many of my fellow travelers as possible and could not help doing a little Suzie signal snooping along the way. My initial visual census of the group was 80% male and 20% female (with some error bars for "Pats"), but my "Suzie Survey" yielded a different result: roughly a 50/50 split between those that were sending for males and those who were sending for females, with a plurality doing both. Interesting crowd.

When we exited the buses near those rustic cottages, we found tables set up not unlike the freshman orientation display greeting me when I arrived and the ESU campus last fall. We stood in small alphabetized lines and queued up for some fancy embroidered badges with neodymium magnet clips. They featured the logo of one of Jeremy Mignot's larger and more successful startups, and declared the recipient's name clearly in the center, and were festooned with a bunch of colored symbols around the edges. A sign went up announcing that dinner would be served in 45 minutes, and waiters began circulating with iced craft beers with unfamiliar (to me) names like "Old Norway" and "Big Raspberry Dog Chew". I suppose in Austin it would have been "Black Metal Imperial Stout" and "Convict Hill Oatmeal". I never liked beer, so it didn't really matter. Luckily each serving tray had some "Highland Spring Sparkling Water" that was very much to my taste.

I thought perhaps that the symbols on the name tags were a variant of one of the corporate meeting ice breakers my Dad had often mentioned. The colored dots represented different interests, like blue for fishing and green for gardening, and in the process of questioning other folks about their badges the attendees got familiar with each other and began conversing. But these were not simple dots - there was a wide variety of shapes and colors, from a purple unicorn looking thing, to a black square, a green circle, and several others. Dungeons and Dragons enthusiasts, or vegan diets, or what? Then I spotted a pink triangle on one guy's badge. Sexual orientation? But what the hell did all those symbols stand for? There must have been more than a dozen different ones.

I looked a little closer and found that they all seemed to be variations on and combinations of the 'traditional' symbols for man and woman. I had just begun to look even more closely at other people's badges without being too obvious about it when a very hot woman in her 30's grabbed a microphone and instantly commanded everyone's attention. She was dressed in a form fitting grey set of velour overalls, and she was beyond gorgeous.

"If you will look at the lower left of your name tag, you will see a number printed in red. That is the table you should find and take your seat. Dinner is served."

I glanced down at my badge and learned I should find table #4. It looked like there were 20 or so tables set up on the central patio near all the cottages. Suddenly the hot woman took me by the hand.

"Hello Robbie. I'm Glennis Howries, Jeremy's primary administrative assistant. Jeremy couldn't be here, but he wanted me to introduce you to a few people."

If you hold my hand, sweetness, I will follow you anywhere. But maybe she can help me understand something.

"OK. What can you tell me about the meaning of all the symbols on the badges?"

She smiled. One of those smiles that said she was a very hot woman who knew things I did not.

"As a matter of fact, the first presentation tonight, which will begin just after dinner, will introduce you to those. And the last presentation of the night will perhaps allow you to become, more, ah..., intimately familiar with them."

We arrived at table #4, and Glennis began to introduce me to a seemingly infinite series of very academic looking bespectacled boffins, with trendy titles, associated with trendy corporate names with no vowels in them. I had little chance of remembering any of them. This meeting had another feature in common with many of the sales meetings my Dad had complained about: an awful box lunch masquerading as a decent dinner.

Oh, it was trendy, all right. The box was made of beautiful green recycled cardboard, with all sorts of environmentally correct messages and art work. But inside was a culinary crime of massive proportions. Vegan haggis had top billing. I haven't lost that much touch with my Scottish roots. I suppose it was tofu based, or perhaps "textured vegetable protein" was used, but in any case, it was awful. At least the oatmeal in it seemed real. My grandfather made haggis once a year in Texas, but that was sort of modified thick menudo made with calf liver, lungs and heart rather than beef intestines or sheep offal. I now understood the physiology underlying my taste for the South Texas dish of calf brains and scrambled eggs that so perfectly supplied myelin precursors for my still developing Suzie signal receiving array, and grandfather's haggis has some of the same cholesterol rich stuff, I suppose. My table mates tried to present an optimistic picture, saying these were much better than the usual 'munchy boxes'. There was some sort of thick and buttery shortbread, thank goodness, which would keep my Suzie receiver tuned for a while, and some sort of fudge called 'tablet' which also supplied some much-needed glucose. I knew I could at least survive until morning. I went back to trying the decipher the symbols on the badges.

Another hot woman approached the centrally located lectern and tapped the microphone for attention. She certainly had my attention. She was tall and thin, but with exaggeratedly full breasts and buttocks. More like someone's cartoon waifu than a real girl. Very delicate almost elfin features with jet black hair and flashing smart girl light grey eyes with violet highlights. I was riveted by her appearance and torn between wanting to tenderly protect her delicate face, and roughly fuck it. I think that was just the effect she was going for.

She had everyone's attention now. "Good evening. I'm Fancy Drathars."

The guy behind me snorted. "That can't be her real name, but it certainly fits!"

I was about to ask why when Fancy launched into her presentation.

"Some of you may, by now, have hit upon the possible meaning of the symbols on your badges. I wish we had time to let you interact with each other to try to decipher them all. I could probably get another dissertation out of observing that process. But for now, and in the interest of saving time, I will try to jumpstart your understanding."

She had already jumpstarted my dick and clouded my mind. She was so hot it hurt. I was only catching about half of what she said and spent the other half of the time carefully observing how her body moved and swayed as she spoke. But something about her alarmed me and made me suspicious. Here was another of those girls that I desperately wanted even if she sent no Suzie at all for me. In fact, I was afraid to listen, because I might not hear even a hint of any attraction for me.

I suddenly realized she affected me like Suzanne did the first time I saw her on the running track. But this girl was calculating and cultivating this effect. Suzanne was clinically depressed and racked with guilt when I met her, and not trying to come on to anyone. Somehow, I suspected that Fancy was trying to come on to everyone.

I forced myself to tune up my Suzie receiver. She was sending for the guy behind me, but very weakly. There was an undertone I almost I recognized. Then her signal snapped off, very abruptly. And then popped back on, focused on the girl to my left. I suddenly tumbled to the undertone - pecuniary Suzie. But this was not money per se, like Jean Nancy from San Antonio, this was a rapid assessment of whether this person could be of use to her. Suddenly I shivered.

I realized her Suzie was synchronized to her gaze: as she made eye contact with individual members of her audience, which was standard good speaker technique, she was also scanning and sorting them into useful or not; a prospect or not. It was quite efficient yet surgically cold. I now knew why I was shivering. I tried to listen objectively to her spiel.

"We are just beginning to understand the complexity of gender and sexual relationships, after many thousands of years of laboring under a ridiculous binary oversimplification."

Say what? Summer and I had an extensive discussion on this very subject, in addition to the previous and frequent UDT house frat chats back at ESU. Her biology training said there were two and only two genders based on genotype: having an XX or XY chromosome pair was definitive, and the key behavior was the ability to play one of the two biologically required roles for sexual reproduction. Phenotype sometimes did not accurately reflect genotype, and there were certain chromosomal abnormalities that occurred, but those instances were statistically insignificant in the overall species wide reproductive context. Don't even get Summer started on gender fluidity - there wasn't any. Behavior, however, was another matter entirely. Whatever your gender, you could react and interact sexually with others as you chose. That was preference, not gender. But not in Fancy's world, apparently.

She began to describe such a wide range of genders, attractions and preferences that I could not sort them all out. I was struck by the sheer numbers. Was she saying there were sixty some odd genders/preferences/demi-genders, or more than a hundred? I did seem remember the ones that seemed to make sense to me, or that I could sympathize with. First, I learned that I was hopelessly cis-gendered, or stuck with my boring birth identify of being an XY male. Then there was "condi-gender", a gender that is only felt during certain circumstances. I recalles a guy in Phi Iota Gamma who was a straight male outwardly, but when he got drunk he acted like a flamboyant gay guy, but I can't identify really with that.

"We are currently evolving beyond this simplistic binary world view to a more nuanced and superior understanding. So, our social systems must also evolve."

Asa Weltschmerz had explained to me the latest neuroscience perspective on sexual orientation based on brain research. He said there were at least 12 different areas in the human brain that showed either gross anatomical differences between male and females in general, and/or differences in nerve fiber tract connections and density depending on the individual's primary sexual orientation. The choices an individual made about sex partners were thought to be some sort of fuzzy logic 'sum' of all the influences of these areas. It wasn't as simple as nature versus nurture, either, because the synaptic connections were partially determined by socialization and experience.

Fancy went on and on about the three basic aspects of gender: physicality, personality, and preference and the various permutations and combinations of the three. At least this partially mapped to Summer's understanding. I learned that I was a "masculine heterosexual man" who was primarily attracted to 'female bisexual women" and I got that. But then, things got really complicated. The symbol that I thought from a distance was a unicorn depicted a "tranvesti" and the most complicated symbol with the most stuff on it was "genderfluid" and I guess that made some sense. I was also termed "gynephilic" in that I was attracted to people who appeared to be women. She put up a funky set of Venn diagrams that were for some reason oval rather than circular and proceeded to explain still another classification scheme. I was reminded of Summer telling me there were at least 30 recognized historically established systems for classifying organisms by genus and species and sub species, most of which had to be modified when genetic mapping became available.

Then Fancy supplied another term that applied to me: I was a "sapiosexual" in that I was strongly attracted to intelligent women. I suppose I would have to make up my own term for having a Suzie signal receiving array: "suziesexual" didn't sound scientific enough, maybe "electrodynamosexual" could work. Or perhaps "reciprosexual" for only attracted to people who were attracted to me - but wait, that's not correct. There were lots of girls I was attracted to that didn't send any Suzie for me, so I stayed away, but that was a choice, not the lack of an attraction. And when I detected a male sending for male Suzie directed at me, I was repulsed, not attracted, no matter how intelligent the male might be. There didn't seem to be a term for sexual attraction to trustworthiness, but perhaps there should be one. I also learned the differences between 'Pats' and 'Pans'.

With my head spinning, Fancy finished up her opening spiel, by alluding to her next one.

"As with all great social change, there comes economic opportunity. I will do another presentation, the last one of the evening, about a business venture that will accelerate and implement change and make a lot of money doing it for those who are wise enough to invest early. Thank you." She smiled her hottest little self-satisfied smile, and sat down, rather primly, I thought.

I wouldn't have wanted to follow that act, but somebody had to, and the crowd's reaction was not enthusiastic. The presentations basically alternated between talks about a new idea, and straight up elevator pitches for startups. Obviously, lots of people had seen some great TED talks, and thought they could give one too. Nope. The startups varied from a solution looking for problem, to a management team looking to collect salaries until their idea proved infeasible, to some interesting but very hard to monetize concepts.

When we took a middle of the evening break for a dessert bar and drinks, four people sought me out. First were the two Strathclyde guys I met at the mini-rave after the wedding reception: Alex Stonehouse and Jonathan Ballo.

"Hello, Roberts. Jeremy said you might be here. We wanted to talk to you about your next internship opportunity."

I paused. "Well, I think Rock Tappert already has me set up at some new startup."

Jonathan did not look surprised. "What exactly is your relationship with Professor Tappert?"

"Well, he is the faculty sponsor of the fraternity I belong to, and my academic advisor. Also, his wife has taken an active interest in guiding some of our members." I didn't mention where she guided those members, or how many of them.

"Is that how you ended up writing patents with him?"

I finally saw I was being pumped for information. "Well, we do kick some ideas around, and occasionally the professor has his IP attorney play around with some of them.

They tried a few more ploys, but then gave up. I noticed they didn't volunteer any information about the companies they were working with. Their eyes bugged out when Fancy Drathars approached and took my arm. They stood agog while she tried to work her magic on me.

"Robbie, I am very interested in your reactions to the final presentation I am going to make in a few minutes. I want to touch base with you right after it and help you in your first experience with our software and how it will change the world. May I join you for the private demo?"

I was suspicious, but also infatuated and curious. "Sure. See you after your talk."

An unusual fellow then approached me. I suppose with my new awareness I should say someone who presented as primarily male. He looked right at me and got way too close to me before speaking - maybe 18 inches away. That started my discomfort, which soon grew.

"Well hello. You're new here or I would have noticed you." He had certainly noticed me now, and unfortunately, he was sending some unmistakable male on male Suzie. Ugh.

He stuck out his hand, and I recoiled. "I'm Duran Drathars! Yes, I am Fancy's much sexier cousin. You must be Robbie Roberts. I can see why Jeremy Mignot was so taken with you. I am too."

With that he moved even closer. He looked like a movie star. Was that make-up? His eyes sparkled like a smart girl, even though he was a boy, or appeared to be. I hoped he could tell how uncomfortable I was, because I was having trouble saying anything. He suffered from no such inhibition.

"I suppose Fancy's little dog and pony show in a few minutes will cast you as the pony and some comely grad student lass as your mare for the evening, but keep an open mind about tomorrow night, will you?"

Then the break was over. A couple more desultory pitches, and suddenly, Fancy was back at the microphone. She had changed into a very conservative, almost manly style of business suit, in understated dark grey with light grey pinstripes that matched her eyes. However, the lapels were cut so wide that both of her exaggerated breasts jutted out from the coat like raspberries trying to leap from their container, a tight red silk blouse. A spotlight that must have been mounted in one of the many large trees that surrounded the patio lit her up like a beam from a flying saucer. All eyes were truly on her.

"Imagine if there were no downsides to making all your sexual fantasies come true. No social costs, no disapproval, no ostracism, no catty comments, no risk of rejection from a potential partner, no issues with an employer, no uncertainty about what you wanted to give and to get, no uncomfortable silences, and no unknown risks of disease or being a target for criminal activity!"

The crowd let out a collective sigh. "If only!" several people began, but Fancy cut them off.

"Not only can you do this, but you can do it in the comfort of your home, at a time of your choosing, on your terms, revealing only what you choose to, and search the entire world for your ideal partner or partners. And you can begin to do this TONIGHT!"

She paused for effect, and everyone wanted to hear more.

"How much does it cost? How much do you pay for Netflix? Ten pounds a month? For Match.com? Thirty pounds? "And the so-called 'free' dating apps come with some major risk factors. Our solution does not!"

Some nice pictures appeared on the screen. Attractive looking people looking very happy. Gazing longingly at each other or gaping in orgasmic joy. In all possible combinations of male, female, and indeterminate gender.

"We want to help you find the joy you deserve in your life. Every day. Every night. Every way."

She dropped her eyes, and somehow managed to look shy and embarrassed.

"I have experienced all of the uncertainty and shame of trying to fulfill my somewhat unconventional desires."

The entire audience literally leaned forward toward her.

"My secret desires were nearly impossible to fulfill in a traditional social arrangement and dating regime. You see, sexually, I need..."

Everyone was totally silent, hanging on every word.

"I need to be taken, to be forced, to be roughly dominated and controlled and taken just to the edge of abuse to get my release. When I get that, I feel joy and peace that I can achieve in no other way. But that is not something you can talk about. Just talking about it with a potential partner beforehand takes away all the excitement. Nor can I just hope that a potential partner, upon meeting me, will somehow intuitively know to treat me the way I need to be treated, and the kind of folks who would treat me like that for their own reasons are often not good choices. Before we developed LifeJoy, all of my dating experiences were awful and disappointing."

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