Reinventing Porn Ch. 01

"Oh baby," Ginger said. "Your nipples loooove being sucked, don't they. It's getting to you."

"No... no!"

Ginger smiled lazily, and turned the knob up a little. Ellie went rigid, and gasped.

"That's right baby. There's nothing you can do to stop it, so just enjoy the ride. It's not your fault..."

"Please stop. Please... stop. Stop. Please!"

Ginger forced Ellie's head to the side and started nibbling the side of her neck. Ellie whimpered. Ginger turned the knob again.

"No please no..."

Ginger started to nibble harder, leaving a trail of tiny marks.

"Why won't you stop..."

Ginger chuckled, evilly. "I like this, silly girl. Now... I'm getting another toy. It's just an ivory dildo, very old and stylish, you could see how pretty it is if you'd open your eyes... you're wet. You can't stop me."

She pushed it in, slowly. Ellie tried to toss her head from side to side, but Ginger kept her pinned down.

"Now I'll just press up with it... your clit is getting it from both sides now..."

Short little strokes. Ellie moaned. Ginger licked and sucked her shoulder.

My cock was throbbing.

"Now we'll play a little game, baby. Out comes the dildo... because there's nothing worse than a pussy that got that first stroke and is begging for the second."

Ellie's feet kept pointing, over and over.

Ginger slowly took her clothing off. "I'm naked now, baby. I'm going to kiss you and tease you alllll I like... but you won't get that dildo back until you're a good girl. Oh, but I'll rub my fingertip along your pussy, like this..."

Ellie tossed faster in her restraints. "No!"

"...we both know what that does. It's time to play with a girl, baby. I'll just kiss your mouth and stroke your pussy... kiss me back. Kiss me, Ellie. It's all it takes. Trust me, I know..."

Ginger kissed and licked her mouth, over and over, not letting Ellie escape. She paused to turn the vibrator up a little more...

"Be a good girl, Ellie. Kiss my mouth, and I'll make you feel so good... and you'll get hard cock... and you'll come, over and over. We'll be friends, and we'll have such a good time..."

Ginger licked Ellie's lips. Slowly, shaking, they parted. She closed them again, but Ginger got the dildo against her pussy and rubbed, fast. "I know you need this fucking you baby. But you need to be a good girl first. You don't want Master angry..."

Ginger licked Ellie's shaking lips again. Ellie's belly tensed.

Shuddering and whimpering, Ellie parted her lips again, closed them, moaned, and suddenly kissed Ginger's waiting, ready mouth. Instantly Ginger worked the dildo in and out of her, quickly.

"Good girl... Master's going to be very pleased... there, the vibrator is all the way up, can you take it? Don't come baby. I'm just going to fuck you nice and slow, and you're going to kiss my nipple... yes, see? The better you are the better it feels... don't come yet baby, Master's going to send you some nice dick and then we'll kiss and make out and you'll be fucked and come nice and hard... good girl... that's right, suck it. Someone's coming ba- oh baby it's Master!"

A tall dude walked up to them. He was naked except for a leather belt, from which hung a crop. His face wasn't on any of the screens, and I could see why. He wasn't pretty. But both the girls were staring at his cock, and that probably wasn't an act. He was massive.

He pushed the vibrator away and pushed himself into Ellie's helpless pussy. She stared at him, spamming and whimpering.

"Force her to come, Ginger."

Ginger's hand snaked in between them.

"Ellie, kiss Ginger. Over and over until you're coming."

"Please...don't. Please don't! Please Master don't!" she whimpered.

He snarled and started beating her with the crop. "Obey. Obey, Obey."

She screamed and kissed Ginger, frantically. Ginger pulled on her nipples, slowly and sensually, as Master's cock hammered Ellie's helplessly trapped and aroused body. Ellie's belly tensed over and over, and slowly she began to arch, as much as she could in her bonds.

"Kiss me as you come baby, kiss me soft and sweet..."

Master whipped her with the crop again. "Come for my cock, little slut."

Ellie came screaming against Ginger's lips, and Ginger bit them. Ellie's repeated screams pegged the close mic to distortion.

I jerked out my cock and pumped one out. It took seconds.

"CUT! Good work girls!"

Ellie was sobbing as they untied her. "I liked it- I liked it - oh fuck no..."

Ginger was already rubbing herself all over Master as they got Ellie out of the restraints; and then they got Ginger into them.

"Time for me to go help pay Ginger," Joe grinned. "Watch if you like, I don't give a shit anymore. Best fucking damn job in the world."

I watched for a while, and then found my way out, mindful of the surveillance cameras at every turn.

+++

I closed the motel room door, locked it, and did the sweep. All clean, so I plugged my "rechargeable flashlight" into the USB port. I spent the usual annoying time keying in, and then the little blue light on the flashlight blinked and turned green. All secure. I put the white noise generator by the door and got the headphones on.

"Pugsley, reporting in. Give me Uncle Fester, I'm not typing this shit."

"Language, Mark. Uncle's busy, but Morticia's free."

"Fine, put me through."

Morticia's oddly seductive, Spanish voice cut in. "Agent Pugsley. How's your cock holding up?"

"You're a funny lady, Morticia."

"Don't be absurd. I'm not paid enough to have a sense of humor. Is there some reason you're not typing up a report? My secretary has better things to do than transcribe your phone calls."

"I'm too sore to type."

"Funny funny man. We must be overpaying you. And you get no sympathy. Your workouts ought to be sufficient to handle a little screwing. If they aren't, Uncle's happy to double your regime."

"I'm good."

"Then give your report."

"I got to survey the property. Joe Scrapelli isn't the principle, but he's basically chief technologist there. It's exactly what you figured -- they've got the formula to a drug I'm not cleared to even know about-"

"You've got provisional clearance or you wouldn't be in this. Check your damn email once in a while."

"... Anyway, they're using it to get girls hooked, with a line on porn and prostitution. There's a Mexican drug cartel who got the actual formula-"

"Shit. I knew it. Now we'll have the CIA in here. And Army is going to be pissed."

"Awwww. Anyway they're funded up good and have security in place, physical and electronic. No way I can go in wired. And I got followed home, so they're following a good playbook. And listen, prosecution is going to be a problem."

"We'll find something."

"Will we? They have a drug that only the mil has a test for, and Army isn't going to admit their top secret drug got swiped. The drug's not even illegal because officially it never existed. The girls will say it was all voluntary. It's pretty foolproof; the rules just don't apply."

"Baby, when you want to see someone get creative with the rules, no one beats the Justice Department on a tear. Get someone to talk and they will find a way. Possession of classified will do something. Tax evasion at the very least."

"They bought the formula over the border. They're incorporated in the Bahamas, paying taxes there, and filing W-2s on their girls in the states."

"Ah shit. I hate the genuine professional criminal."

"They're not technically criminals. That's the problem. They fucking stink to high heaven but they got the drug formula on the market, the girls are volunteers or paid, and they aren't doing prostitution yet. These are business people and they're going to have a popular business when they hit market."

"You guys and your dicks."

"Yeah, but there's a lot of us, and what they offer is like crack cocaine. You'd be horrified if you saw the girls. They're going to remake porn and prostitution."

"No, Agent Pugsley. They are going to spend a lifetime in jail growing the consciences their mommies should have spanked into them years ago. You can know this to be true because I said it and I feel like I owe it to my daughter not to give her a world like the one you're describing."

"You're a great mom. So. What do you need, short term."

"More on Joe, for one thing."

"You got what I know. We were buddies in high school. He got the shit kicked out of him, not many dates, and this career of his has revenge of the nerd written all over it. I stayed in loose contact while he did college on full scholarship and I did army. Fast forward ten years and now he's rich, soulless and up to his ass in girls with their tongues out."

"That's a very unfortunate turn of phrase."

"And an almost literal one. On this drug, girls do what they are told. If he wants his ass washed by two pretty girls, he gets it. It's that bad."

"I'm looking for weaknesses."

"He's got none. Getting girls used to be a problem for him -- where we went to school, geekishness didn't get you laid. Now he's rich, in shape and the sex is on demand. He didn't mention outside interests -- his job is his life and it's not hard to see why."

"Any attachments?"

"Joe? He literally changes fuck mates faster than I change socks."

"Doesn't mean there's not someone he's sweet on."

"Morticia... any guy in his position would give up on love and romance. Romance is work. He doesn't have to bother."

"Again, you guys and your dicks. Well, we'll find something and put this vermin down."

"You're my role model, Morticia."

"Bet your ass I am. Get yourself hired. And try not to fuck everything in sight, ok? It's not what we pay you for. Oh... and I'm adding a couple people to watch your back. A loan from Spain's CNI. They'll contact you tomorrow."

"CNI? Why?"

"Uncle Fester says so is why. They go by Lucio and Adrienne El Santo. That might be their real names, actually. There's investigating a missing person who may be connected to your op target. They'll keep an eye out for you and you'll help them as needed."

"Always ready to cooperate with international partners."

"Hands off Adrienne, Mark. They're married and Lucio is said to leave broken noses behind him when people look at her wrong."

"Oh good. Anything else?"

"No. Signing off."

Click.

+++

The knock on the door came early.

"Who is it?"

"My name is Lucio El Santo, and I'm expected."

Spanish accent, rumbling voice. Impatient tone. I already didn't like him.

"It's unlocked."

I got back to shaving.

The eyes on my back were unnerving. I turned the mirror, blinked, and then turned around to face him.

Lucio was easily 6' 2", muscled, and dark-eyed in a way Spanish have down. He filled the little doorway, and sized me up, pausing briefly on the gun holster strapped over my sweatpants. His small smile was not a kind thing.

I felt oddly colorless, with him staring at me.

Behind him was a flash of blonde, and then the most angelic eyes I have ever seen. She was straining up on tiptoes to look in past his shoulder. "I brought breakfast," the angel said, and then dropped down and vanished again. "I'm Adrienne, since Lucio forgot to introduce me again."

But there was merriment in her voice, not sarcasm.

"We are getting to the introductions," Lucio growled, and turned away. The bathroom suddenly felt like it had air in it again. Sheesh. Spanish macho on overload. I wonder how he swam through his own testosterone in the morning.

I finished scraping my skin, rinsed, and walked out.

Adrienne was impossibly lovely, with a body to match the face and a smile to put both to shame. The loose tee-shirt didn't hide as much as it might have, and the jeans were formfitting. I could tell because she was bent over the table, unpacking the breakfast .

"Lucio and Adrienne El Santo, reporting for duty." Lucio said, directing my attention off her ass with a cop-style hand gesture. The smile was gone now. I took the hint.

"Mark Salverton, FBI. Welcome to America."

"Thank you!" She was clearly the charm department. The smile was slightly apologetic; she probably had to do that a lot. She didn't look Spanish to me.

We got to the table and started to munch. "Anything I should know about you two?"

"Well, yes," Lucio said. I'm not going to describe the rumble every time, but you get it. He gargled gravel every morning and it showed. "There is, and let's just get it over with. We're..."

"...psychic," Adrienne finished, with a smile.

+++

"Uh... huh."

Lucio fished something out of his pocket -- a small pad of paper and a short blue pencil. He tossed it to me. "Pick a color, writing it on the pad so she cannot see. Hand it back to me."

Adrienne turned her chair to face away from us. This was obviously a rehearsed drill.

I raised an eyebrow and wrote something under the table, closed the pad and handed it to Lucio. He turned away from Adrienne, putting them back to back, opened it, and instantly-

"Chartreuse, and you spelled it wrong. T-e-u-s-e, not t-u-i-s-e," Adrienne said.

They turned back. There was no way she could have seen the pad. I stared at them.

"We get that look a lot," they said in unison.

+++

"Uh..."

"Do not question it. Do not ask how or why. You would not understand. Not in a thousand years of trying," Lucio said flatly. "Trust me on that."

"Not that. I mean you can read minds and your best job option was CNI?"

"Only each other's," Adrienne said, putting her hand in Lucio's. "Luckily for you, because if Lucio knew what you were thinking when you stared at my ass, he'd have overreacted."

"I know what men think when they stare at your ass," he gritted.

"You... knew I was staring at your ass."

"No, but he did and then I felt him getting angry and asked why and he told me. Look... it's what he said. Not in a thousand years will you understand. Please just... don't worry about it."

"Is it on all the time?"

"No," Lucio rumbled, getting up and stretching. "Or she'd worry."

"And I'd know how much time he spends staring at other girl's asses," she smirked.

"I have seen yours. The rest do not compare, even."

I cleared my throat. "Right. Well. I have a full day ahead. You kids are here to investigate, so investigate away. Here's my number."

I put my card on the table. Adrienne glanced at it and put it back on the table. "And here is ours, and the picture of the missing girl who may be involved."

I glanced at it. "Huh. She looks a little like you."

I pocketed the card; it was for a plumbing company. "We fix leaks permanently." Oh boy.

"She does. She is my cousin," Adrienne said. The smile was gone.

I stared. "What? You can't be on this case. There are rules."

"The FBI has rules. The CNI... it has fewer rules. And even fewer when it comes to Lucio, for complex reasons."

Lucio smiled. "You find the man that took her. Make a case stick, how you say, and all will be well. If you can't make a case stick... then you give his address to me."

"We don't work like that here. Hell, CNI doesn't either. You can't just kill-"

"Oh not that," Adrienne said, smiling. "Lucio hasn't killed in, well, ages."

"And your reconstructive surgery is very impressive these days," Lucio said. With extra gravel. Adrienne smiled, apologetically.

+++

I put in a half day at my fake job, as guard for a defense contractor in town. It was real work, and not too uncommon a gig for a vet to land. At noon I called Joe.

"Hey. When are we gonna talk details."

"We're still doing background checks. Your ongoing association with the military-industrial complex has a few people unhappy."

"Have them check out my discharge. If they can get details, they'll see I didn't exactly leave the army on a flying carpet."

"Aw, did you steal stuff?"

"No. Punched a superior officer over a disagreement involving his niece."

"Dude! You?"

"She was of age. He just didn't like it. He was a prick and I gave him what a lot of guys wanted to. It cost me and I didn't talk it up."

"I'll pass that along, and if checks out it could be a point in your favor."

"Why, you have assholes who need punching?"

"If we run into assholes, we expect to get them shot, Mark. I'm serious, we're in the big leagues now."

And you're a major league self-important dick, Joe buddy. Morticia's right. You're vermin and you'll get taken down.

"I get it. I was kidding. I can see the stakes. But you're not talking responsibilities and salary yet."

"You'll guard. You'll learn to control the girls. There's a skill to it. You may do intake, when we handle the tricky business of signing girls up."

"And I get girls?"

"Negotiable. We don't want them marked up, so you gotta be a little nice, you know? But you're a bud and even if it's off-contract, I'll keep you supplied. Salary would be 150. Way more than you're making now isn't it?"

"Yes."

"See Mark? Good deeds do come back around. You were ok to me in high school when some guys were assholes. It's karma."

"Yeah. I'm a huge fan of karma."

"Betcherass. I'll get back in a couple days for certain."

+++

I hooked up with Lucio and Adrienne for a late lunch on the far side of town. They'd been visiting the police, doing the dull diligence you do for a missing persons report. Their missing girl didn't quite feel like a Joe-related deal -- his girls changed jobs and dropped their friends, but they didn't go full-on missing. But Uncle Fester smelled a link and his nose for crime was like no other.

"You two do missing persons often?"

"No," said Adrienne. Lucio was busy looking around. They took turns at it, with an almost creepy efficiency. "I'm generally an antiquities theft investigator. Lucio too, when he's not tapped for classified work. I'm finishing my doctorate on medieval Spanish. Lucio is an expert in weapons and medieval treasures. But it's not full time work so we fill in with other kinds of... national interest investigations. This job is unusual -- we're here by request."

"You speak medieval Spanish?" Blonde, I reminded myself, didn't mean stupid.

"Technically no one speaks it anymore. Some of the sounds are lost and are now guessed at, and some reconstruction was done from rhymes. And some of that reconstruction is definitely wrong. But I think I've got a full reconstruction that will pass muster. So I suppose if anyone in the world speaks it correctly, I do."

Lucio smiled, oddly.

"With correct grammar," Adrienne added.

Lucio's smile vanished.

I decided the psychic thing was creepy.

"So... the missing girl." I wasn't going to mention the family aspect. "It's not the kind of grab I'd expect to see from my investigation target. But let's go with it. Most of his targets seem to be poor girls, and they offer money for 'scientific experimentation'. Was she vulnerable that way?"

"Maybe. She modelled. Not the high end stuff. I did a little of that work and unless you get a good customer, the pay can be terrible. If she had a dry spell she'd be interested in any cash."

"Ok. Bad manners on my part this morning -- I was late for my sham job and didn't ask enough questions. It looks like I'll be invited in to the target organization, so of course I'll look around for you. Give me the rest of the details. Name?"

"Ann Ingrim."

I nearly spilled my coffee. "Ingrim?"

"Yes..."

"They've got her. Almost certainly. I didn't see her but I heard that name on an audio recording." I paused. "I'm... sorry. If she's completely vanished... that's not good."

Lucio pulled Adrianna's face to his shoulder. Just for a moment, she stayed there, but then sat up again.

"We were not truly close," Adrienne said. "But..."

"...but she is family," Lucio said. "Your suspects have made a mistake, and they will pay."