My Only Talent Ch. 43

"I agree to that, if you will agree to give it all up for me, give me anything I want, do anything I ask, and learn how best to please me in bed, without reservation or hesitation. You also have to be completely honest with me about your desires, whatever they are."

There was a long silence, a gulp, and then "How about next Friday night?" Yee Haw. I hope she likes pizza.

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Summer and Drummond ended up together, of course. I Skyped with him occasionally and he would use me as a sounding board for work ideas before he pitched them to Oliver Hastings Harrison. OHH was slowly transitioning out of the day to day operations and spent a lot of time 'liaising' with government and military types. Drummond was now officially the project manager for the second tunnel, hiring lots of new people, and the budget was expanding exponentially - suddenly the 'New Chunnel' project was being funded at levels beyond our wildest previous dreams.

Most of our Skype calls ended up with him waxing eloquent about Summer. "She is even hotter than I thought! She is the most incredible sexual being ever to walk on two legs. I will do anything for her, and she will do anything for me, and we keep surprising each other and deliciously demanding more and more. Plus, you didn't tell me she could cook. My word, it's amazing. She does have a bug about going to fancy restaurants, though. She absolutely insists that we are going to begin going into the center of London once a month to a new trendy eatery each time, and then go to evening meetings of some high-brow social club she was invited to join. Probably a boring new age book club or some such tripe, but I'll sit through it just to please her." I knew then that Drummond was in for a few more surprises. Summer wasn't going to miss Fellatio Night again.

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Kevin and Lou were getting along famously, but Kevin's dad had some real problems. It seems he had a working relationship and a few shared entertainment industry clients with a high-profile west coast attorney whose political ambitions had made him raid client accounts to fund his jet set lifestyle. Kevin's dad's accounting was later proven to be on the up and up, but in the initial scandal and ensuing investigations, lots of accounts were frozen and this interfered with his contributions to funding Kevin's education. Even those Fedex envelopes with cash stopped arriving. Kevin, ever the ambitious hustler, decide to make some money on his own producing and selling porn.

He had already recruited lots of starving artist performers from the drama and dance departments for his Star Trek parody production for a class, and he knew that Orinda's good looks, and Ralph's giant dick were saleable commodities in the porn marketplace. I declined to appear as "The Master"" but wished him great success. He just had to get some fast and free PR and do some distribution deals. He knew that controversy fueled viral social media hits, and that nothing popped social media like sex and/or racial injustice. Since he was a devotee of old-style porn, and there were lots of pre and postproduction pros in Austin that worked cheap, he hit on producing some now almost retro and nostalgic porn DVDs.

Since he also wanted to advance his cred as an 'artist' he wrote two mirror image screen plays designed to offend almost everyone and generate lots of social media comment, counting on the fact that there is no bad PR if it gets the word out and makes people aware. Orinda starred in both productions, which were shot in sepia toned video that could be easily manipulated in the editing suite. In one, Orinda (under a stage name, with a couple of body doubles for the XXX closeups, and with some frame by frame facial manipulation to disguise her identity) played a trashy white girl with a burning need to fuck and suck everything that moved. In the other, she played a pretty black girl, who had exactly the same needs and behavior. In fact, in both films she performed exactly the same sex acts with exactly the same people, it just looked like they were all different colors. Skin tones, clothes and backgrounds were manipulated so she looked as black as she really was in one film, and whiter than white in the other. Kevin's betrothed, Lou the hot junior, also appeared in both films, sporting a blond wig and a trademark Texas A&M baseball cap, turned backwards, portraying a nymphomaniac housewife named Aggie with a maniacal taste for both males and females. They were packaged on a back to back DVD with one film on each side, with the second most offensive and controversial titles that Kevin could devise: "White Trash Slut"/ "Black Bitch in Heat".

Ralph, for whom there were no body doubles, would only agree to appear if his identify was totally concealed, and he would not rely on video editing to do that. So, Kevin had him play an overendowed and oversexed professional wrestler named Richard White, in a costume like the Mexican wrestlers used to wear: a leather bodysuit with full mask festooned with sequins but with a cutout that exposed only his massive cock to plain view. In both films, the heroine dated "Big Dick White" and they both cavorted with a dozen other players. Keven sold prepack displays of the DVD for cash to jobbers who two stepped them out to truck stops, liquor stores, topless bars, video arcades, and even flea markets. They were editorially condemned as an evil outrage by every publication, website, and blog in the world except AVN, and they sold like hot cakes. Kevin didn't have to worry about getting a student loan.

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Ashley and Binkie decided to keep following Jay and Millie and hope for a great video scoop, but they also made a deal with Debbie "Dee" Delaney, the LA setup artist, to reel in Jay. She setup a fake name and background with an address in Jay's district and made a sizable contribution to his campaign. This of course got her invited to every public campaign event, and hopefully the big private dinners for top donors. That was where Debbie Dee planned to set the hook and reel the fish into her video trap.

They got another call - Jay had just checked into another motel - a rather run down one near South Mopac and Monterrey Oaks. The cameraman was set up in a good spot, hidden by a forest of pickup trucks and with a great view of the room Jay was in. Ashley and Binky rushed to the scene and got there in time to see another garishly dressed hooker arriving.

A hot pink velvet suit, with a bright green scarf tightly around her head that matched her green fishnet stockings. Even if they saw the video people might not believe that any real woman would dress that way. Then they noticed the burnt orange and white bullwhip and the huge boombox stereo she was toting!

Binky was beside herself. She screamed for the cameramen to go live and interrupt normal programming and called her network producer. The cameraman tried to explain to her that they were in the unmarked truck with no pneumatic antenna mast, so they could not link to the studio. She fired him. Ashley had to remind her that he didn't work for Binky, but told him to get ready to move, so he could put the contact microphone on the window as soon as the hooker went into the room and closed the door.

When they had it set up, there was silence for a minute or two, and then music began playing. John Cougar Mellencamp, and Ashley recognized the song. "Hurt so good! Come on baby make it hurt so good!" Binky just about lost it when the whip cracks begin, in time with the beat of the song. She could see that Pulitzer prize, and a place on the evening national news.

The whip cracks were now interspersed with a woman's cries, and they sounded almost ecstatic. Suddenly the woman screamed. "Yes, baby, yes!" They had to restrain Binky from rushing to open the door. It went on for two hours, with an ecstatic cry about every 15 minutes. The music changed to heavy metal with a driving beat and someone singing about a "cruel world". The female voice began punctuating the beat with cries of "Yeah, yeah, yeah, baby!"

Finally, they heard the male and female scream and grunt in unison, and then the female said. "I love you!" There was silence for ten minutes or so, and then they heard the shower running.

Ashley was now just as worked up as Binky. She grabbed the cameraman by his tee shirt. "When they come out that door, I am going to rush them and pull off that scarf so we can ID the woman. If you miss that shot, I will use that bullwhip on you myself and fire your ass, too!"

Another 30 minutes passed, and then the door opened, and Jay and the woman walked out, arm in arm. This was it! Ashley lunged forward, tore off the woman's scarf, and screamed "Gotcha!"

Jay put his arm around Millie protectively, and stepped between her and the camera. They both blinked at the bright lights attached to the camera. Jay spoke first. "Ashley, isn't it, from channel 5 in Dallas?"

Ashley was stunned. "I..."

Millie Kincaid spoke up. "I guess you caught us, Ashley. We sometimes sneak out to hotel rooms and do a little role playing to fire each other up!" She batted her eyes for the camera. "Sometimes I dress up like a call girl and Jay invents things for us to do. It's sort of our version of extreme cosplay. He is so wonderful to me! You DO understand, don't you?"

Ashley got a little wet between the legs. Nobody went to that much trouble for her.

Parked only 30 feet away, Pepe 'Guapo' Flores and Raymond 'Stuckey' Jones looked on through the windshield of a black Ford Explorer Police Interceptor and shook hands. The HD cameras and cardioid microphones mounted on the roof and behind the windshield had recorded everything. Jones guffawed. "I told you so, Pepe, you little Mexican fucker! Had those two pegged from the beginning, didn't I? I am never wrong about such things!"

Guapo could put up with Stuckey's shit when he proved useful, like today. Stuckey would run this segment on his station and move it out to all the networks except the one Ashley and Binky worked for, destroying their credibility and hopefully getting them off Jay's tail. In return, Stuckey would get great future access, and the first exclusive interview on election night.

Little Lionel "Choo Choo" Soso, the political consultant, spoke from the back seat, saying out loud what Pepe had been thinking. "You are one sorry old cocksucker, Stuckey, but sometimes you are useful. Remember our deal. I have a list of questions you must ask in the interview, and any others you must submit to me first. If the interview comes off okay, then the contributions will begin to flow to your new PAC so you can tap it for consulting fees. Have you set up your LLC yet? What's the new PAC called?

Stuckey laughed. This would pay a lot more than his meager salary. "Never Kincaid! Victory for Democrats."

Sosa smirked. "NKVD, huh? That has a certain ring to it, doesn't it?" Stuckey looked puzzled. Choo Choo supposed that Stuckey was more of a current events kind of guy, and not much on history.

This little PR coup had another benefit. Younger voters thought Jay and Millie were hot, and very different from the older stuffed shirt politicians they were used to being bored by. Millie was a strong and sexual woman, and Jay was her man. Older voters liked that too. Jay's polling went up like a rocket, and TMZ and the other paparazzi made them an even higher priority target for future coverage. Coverage like that money couldn't buy.

Pepe decided to continue to follow Ashley. There was something about that little blond babe that appealed to him, despite her being a woke reporter. From following her, he already knew where she worked and lived, and that she wasn't gay or married. Maybe she needed a new boyfriend? Pepe wouldn't mind a little extreme cosplay with her.

Binky Bleriot was mortified at being the story instead of reporting it. She would now personally fund Debbie Delaney as long as required to set Jay up and get video of him cheating on Millie. She could still blow up Jay Kincaid's career and make hers!

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I went to Professor Rock Tapperts office hours, and he outlined the paper he had in mind, beginning with his goals: increase his citation index, get some publicity for a new startup, and get my citation index off zero. It seemed straight forward, but all the rules give me pause. APA style, exhaustive literature review, statistical treatments of the data, grant coverage, overhead allocation, university releases, yada yada yada it went on forever. Maybe Nora could help via Skype.

I told him I wanted to be in the Boston or Pennsylvania area to be close to Nora and Lara, so I wanted the MIT based internship. He asked which startup I thought was more commercially viable. I told him I didn't fully understand the math on the data communications plan, but I could see how it would be valuable if it worked. I was convinced quantum entanglement happened, but I had no idea if these new sensors could detect it.

He laughed, "Okay, Robbie. You were honest with me, so I'll be honest with you. The data comm thing should be viable. I think the math works, but without the hardware demo most people won't believe it. So, you can do that one. The other one is more interesting, but it will take a lot longer, and I'm not sure how we monetize those sensors even if they work."

He leaned back and looked at me funny. "Did you look at the other files on the drive?" I must have made a face, and he paused and then said, "I can see it makes you uncomfortable. Let's talk about it."

Let's not.

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The next Friday night I met Chrissy at her sorority house, and we walked across campus and talked. Pretty cheap date, but maybe she was getting cold feet on our dating plan.

"Robbie, I realized I might not be prepared to do what we talked about yet."

"What do you mean?"

"I just started taking the pill, and they say it takes a full monthly cycle to be effective. So maybe we have to delay things a few weeks."

Think fast, Robbie. "Well, I certainly don't want a pregnancy right now." I almost said, "another pregnancy", which would have been a real faux pas. Come to think of it, if I got Chrissy pregnant, would I be able to hear her signals, thus proving Asa's theory? Woah, partner! Some experiments should not be conducted.

I tried to recover my fumble. "There are lots of things we can do for each other with no risk of pregnancy. For example, I propose that on our next date, I keep all my clothes on, but you take all of yours off. Then on the next date after that, you stay clothed and I strip. What do you think?"

She looked up and to the left for a moment, apparently visualizing that. "Okay, I think that might be nice. But we have another problem."

Crap. "What's that?"

"I live the sorority house, and you are in the UDP house. We both have roommates, and even if they are gone for the evening, there is not enough privacy in either place for me to feel comfortable."

She was right. Damn. I guess I took having Suzanne and Lara's apartments for granted. I could hear Asa laughing again. I guess I was really getting to see how the other half lives.

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After the marine guide left Alexander Walton at the door to the conference room in the basement, something big was popping. Or almost popping. Their job was to prevent any more explosions.

It was another incident in Kashmir that could easily escalate to full blown war between India and Pakistan. Both had nuclear tipped missiles, and some difficult to restrain generals. A nuclear exchange could trigger a mini Armageddon that might spread around the world. At the least, it might trigger China to step in and try to occupy more territory, and after such an exchange, neither combatant was likely to be able to expel the Chinese. Undesirable in myriad ways.

So far it was just special forces killing each other without any publicity, but both sides were about to launch combat aircraft strikes, and if those planes were bloodied or downed, missiles might not be far behind. What could be done to stop the process? Especially without leaving any evidence behind. That was something Dwight, er, Alexander, knew about.

They were all stressed out, and he didn't leave the basement until 3 AM the next morning, and he would have to be back in a few hours. This weekend, he would need Carmencita to work her magic on him again. He was holding it together until then.

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When I talked to Lara and Nora, they were very pleased that I had secured an extended spring and summer internship near Boston. MIT to Penn was a six-hour drive in usually heavy traffic, but only about a one-hour flight. Nora was getting freaked by the Suzie signals our growing boy was already sending from her belly, which were usually subtle but sometimes so loud they woke her in the night. They seemed to be just basic needs and raw emotions. Lara felt left out.

I decided to leave both of them out of the discussion Rock Tappert and I had about Veronica. I knew he really got off on watching her get off, but it still freaked me out. I enjoyed watching Summer enjoy Drummond, but I did not want an extreme closeup, and if either if us was married to Summer it would change my outlook dramatically. I understood that it worked for the Tapperts but I don't know if it will work for me. Especially knowing what the afterparty would be like. But could I tolerate it? How would Asa explain Rock's desires, in terms of survival advantage?

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Country Chrissy and I went to a Phi Iota Gamma party the fourth weekend I was back at school. She looked fantastic in tight jeans and a dark blue silk blouse that set off her dirty blonde locks. A lot of the old crowd I knew was there. Theo Cadwallader was going to graduate this semester, and already had a family greased job as a bond trader lined up at a big investment bank. He said his buddy Jackson Pollack Jackson III was still around, but I hadn't seen him so far. Alley was there with some of her KKG girls and told me that she and Big Un were still getting married in April, because they had too. She was pregnant, and they were very happy about it.

Jay and Millie's campaign and their appearances on TV were the topic of much discussion, but they were not in attendance, either. The only difference of opinion was how far up the political ladder Jay could climb and how fast. He was considered a shoo-in for the U.S. House of Representatives, then perhaps Governor of Texas.

At one point when Chrissy was off talking to a group of her friends, I was approached by a dark-haired girl I did not recognize, and who sent no Suzie for me, at least none that I could hear. She was tall and strong looking and stared at me for a while before she walked up to me. "Hello Robbie. Do you recognize me?"

I did a double take. "No, I don't. Have we met before?"

She smiled. "Yes, but actually, it's good that you don't recognize me!"

Now I was really puzzled. She laughed, and then sang a few bars of a melodic song that sounded familiar and said, "We have been in a video together". Recognition dawned.

I smiled. "Oh, back from Brazil! You do look very different." I paused. "And good, too. I presume you are not singing with the Chicksie Dicks anymore?"

She smiled. "I no longer live up to the title, eh?"

Oh. I hadn't thought about that before. Wish I hadn't now.

She said she was dealing with a lot of changes, but hoped she was adjusting well. "I actually just started dating a guy from PIG, who knows nothing about my transition or my past. I like him and he really seems to like me, so I'll have to tell him soon, and I hope that goes well."

That could be an issue, all right. "Well, they say honesty is the best policy, but I guess caution is indicated."