Reinventing Porn Ch. 01

"We don't go in like that," I said. "No guns blazing. We need a case. You have to be patient."

"There is no man alive more patient than Lucio," Adrienne said, softly. "But if your suspects knew his thoughts, they would already be fleeing the country."

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I was back at Joe's warehouse. Joe was, in effect, giving me a formal interview for the job.

"It's a lot of paperwork," he said. "Non-competes, Gag orders... there's a lot you can't say."

"I know how to keep my mouth shut. But I got questions of my own. How are you gonna keep these girls from talking?"

"Yeah, that's the big risk, isn't it. On the drug no one's ever a problem. But they can't stay on it twenty four seven. Not good for their ability to recite lines, you know? So, well... we still need old fashioned management skills. Managing girls isn't hard if you know how, and we got some of the best guys in the world on it. Straight up carrots and sticks... the carrots are the safe sex and the mind-blowing orgasms, and at first we treat 'em real nice. Remember, we pick up the poor girls who can't handle anything more complicated than a cash register, the ones who know they need a guy just to get by. We promise big bonuses... money holds their attention at first. Then they realize they're addicted... we keep them sexed and fed and wean them off their social support systems. Oh... and a certain point we tell them the story of Annie. Annie got a little self-righteous, we tell them, and decided to go to the police. Well, they test Annie for drugs and all they find is cocaine, and there's not a mark on her. The cops show up here asking questions, and they couldn't even pull a warrant on her flimsy story, but we're nice guys and take them on a tour of everything except the labs and the girls bedrooms, because those are hidden behind a secret door and down in the basement. They take off... and no one ever sees Annie again. Bad things happen to stupid girls, we tell them..."

My face does what I tell it to, so Joe misses the simmering rage. Ann Imgrim, cousin of angelic Adrienne, made into an object lesson for the other girls.

"Yeah, I guess I can see that working."

"Heh. You aren't going to ask if Annie was real?"

"Why? So I can be accessory to murder or some shit someday? Why would I even need to know? But I gotta tell you I'd have a problem shooting a girl for you."

"Those are good answers. And no you won't shoot girls. We're a clean business. If anything like that ever needed to happen, we'd hire out and do it right. The investors are putting clean money in. It's gotta stay clean. Besides, once you're trained you won't need to point a gun at a girl. Just drag her to the dosing chamber, let her breathe for a while, and then one of the experts will give her a few hours of experiences she'll never forget. When you can tell a girl what's real and what's not, you can get them so scared they'll cower in a corner and piss themselves and beg you to make it stop. It's kinda hot actually. And then you get someone else in and he's all nice and promises them it'll be ok if they can just be good girls. A little petting and cuddling and a few good orgasms and the girl is all settled. I figure you'll do girl handling, so which role do you see yourself playing? Good guard or bad guard?"

"I can switch hit, I think," I said, calmly. I knew this guy's parents, what the fuck had they done wrong? "Does bad guard get to fuck, too?"

"No. We gotta keep the sex part mostly positive."

"I favor good guard," I smirked, and he laughed.

"And you're really ok with no sex on the outside? Keeping the girls clean is a very, very big deal Mark."

"Do they all look like Ginger and Ellie?"

"Heh. And hotter. Ginger's a good little fuck though."

"Then I think I'll be fine."

"On other thing, Mark. It's maybe a biggie. You get a vasectomy. We'll have it arranged."

"I kind of guessed. Ok, wait. You said no girls over thirty. So what happens when they age out?"

"We got five years to figure that out. If it's going good they get laid off with a big bonus. Sorry babe, you had a good twelve years with us but market conditions, et cetera. Bye now."

"And when they go to the police?"

"With what? Name a law we're breaking. They're just another down and out porn star with a cocaine problem. Cry me a river of cum. They'll still be cute and they can still work cash registers, right? Sucks to be stupid, I guess."

"Alright. I think I'm sold. Let's do this."

"Good boy. Hang tight, I got to get some paperwork."

He left the little room. The door closed with a click.

The click of a magnetic lock. Oh... shit.

One door, with a security style lock. No windows. High ceilings. And a pair of air vents that were about to get me in a fatal amount of trouble. A fan kicked in.

"Hey, Joe?" I yelled. "Buddies don't gas buddies, Joe."

A speaker clicked on. "Just hang tight buddy. You don't get addicted from one dose. And don't touch your cell phone, that pisses people here off. We put everyone through this drill, because there's questions we need absolute truth on. Polygraph tests can be fooled, you know? And I'm gonna do the interview. So it's all good."

I was such an idiot. They had access to the best interrogation chemical ever devised. Why hadn't I assumed they'd use it?

I hadn't gone in wired. Even if I did use the cell, no one was going to break down that door in the next fifteen minutes. Question one would be who pays my paycheck, and-

"Hang tight, Mark," a voice said in my ear. I twitched. It wasn't Joe, but it was vaguely familiar. I hunted it down, fast. It was Beano's, one of the guys at headquarters. Psych. What the hell?

"Just stay calm and look a little drowsy. This is a little defense we set up for you, and no you don't remember this because it works better that way. You're currently in a hypnotic state and there's an experimental antidote to their drug in your bloodstream. You've got answers to their questions that you're going to believe are true and you'll recite them when asked. Your job is to stay in this part of your brain and not interfere with the triggers I gave you. It's going to feel incredibly weird, but the mil guys have this mostly figured out and you ought to get through fine. Answer their questions and don't get creative. Act dizzy, that's not an uncommon side effect of what they are using. Beano, signing off."

My employer had hypnotized me? What? Hypnotism wasn't even real!

Act dizzy, he said. Ok. Just have to act a little drunk. Just be Ben at the last Holiday party, yeah...

"You ok Mark?" Joe called through.

"Yeah... are you running the drug? I feel a little dizzy."

"That's not too unusual. What's the capital of Amsterdam?"

"Uh... what the fuck? That's a city. Cities don't have... whoa. You're sure this is safe?"

"You ever been there, Mark? Amsterdam?"

"Huh? No. Why would I-"

"C'mon, Mark, remember. Five years ago. We had drinks. You remember now?"

It was a complete brainfuck. I could feel his words becoming true, but I could also... I don't know how to describe it, but a part of me still knew I'd never been there.

Stay in this part of your brain, Beano had said. I didn't know what it meant, but... I just let my mouth move.

"Oh... yeah. Amsterdam. Drinks. I must have been pretty drunk."

"You were man. Slobbering. Who do you work for?"

"I hope you guys. But General Dynamics. Guard. You know that. Dude... the dizzy is weird."

"You're fine. What do they pay?"

Two numbers came up in my head. "46."

"You're dizzy because you were drinking. Dude, I don't know, showing up to an interview after a few at the club? That's going to cost you dollars on your salary. Might have to bust you back to 100."

"Sorry, work stress... wait, what the fuck.... Joe you know I don't drink. How did you... why did I think I'd been drinking? Not since... Amsterdam... I'm dizzy but I wasn't drinking..."

I was so fucking confused! But I hadn't drunk since high school. Susie had overdosed and died and I swore I was done. How dare he tell me I'd been drinking, he knew about Susie. Oh fuck, I'm supposed to believe everything he says, what the hell have I just done?

"You sure, Joe?"

"No... fuck... you're drugging me? Too much drugs... too many... Susie. You know what happened. I tried to get her to the hospital. She died in my arms. She meant to die. I swore I wouldn't drink again."

"It's ok, Mark. Describe the last work holiday party you were at."

"Huh? Ben got drunk. He was saying he was the best shot... he was gonna prove it... I had to hold him down to make sure he hadn't brought a gun. Stupid idiot... you don't bring a gun to an - Defense contractor party. Huge fuss. Angie broke up with him after that."

True, all true. Except Defense Contractor just slid in on top of FBI. My brain was spinning.

"Who's your boss?"

"Daniel Radazz. We call him Badass because he served two tours and killed six people. Blew someone's fucking head off at point blank range."

"What did you think of the Annie story?"

"You killed her didn't you."

Oops. Fuck!

"Maybe. But that's not a problem. In the early days we didn't have all the angles covered. A couple of girls gave trouble. But that's not a problem."

That's when shit got really weird.

The drugged part of my brain wanted to believe that it wasn't a problem. But I thought of Adrienne pressing her face into Lucio's shoulder, and something white hot burst into life inside me. You fucking vermin, it's not enough to enslave women, you had to kill a few too. Because you couldn't get fucking laid in high school. You will die, you little mewling piece of vermin shit.

The effect of the drug shattered. I got it now. It could be trumped if you could get angry enough, fast enough. I just had to stay furious.

"No... that's not a problem."

It's a fucking crisis of your devising and you will pay.

"You got any secrets, Mark?"

"Plenty. But I'm not telling where the bodies are."

Joe laughed. "You're a tough hombre, Mark. Even under the influence you've got a sense of humor.

"Funny me. Fuck, how long am I gonna be dizzy?"

"You'll be fine. I told you that."

"I'll be fine. Yeah, ok. It's like... fear, though. Weird feeling. Weren't you going to get papers?"

"Just five more minutes. They're hard to find."

He'd be back in in five minutes. So the gas would be gone. But the effects lasted for a few hours. If the anger faded would I go back under? Would the hypnosis still work?

The air was blowing again.

"Hey, Mark... ever been hypnotized?"

"No. No such thing. It doesn't work." Now I knew why I didn't believe in it -- and why I did.

"Anyone ever try?"

Maybe he suspected someone had prepped me for this drug trip with hypnosis. How much trouble was I in? But the answer came pre-prepared.

"Yeah. Bill, in the army. Don't remember a last name. He tried on two of us. Nothing happened except he was out fifty dollars and we called him Swingy-Dingy after that."

Seriously, Beano? Swingy-Dingy? I can tell you never spent time in the army.

"Ok, we're going to let you out. You're sleeping here tonight. We'll give you a door with a lock so none of the guys plays any pranks. We'll send Julie and Amy in as your nightcap. You will definitely like them."

"Joe... I'm not drunk. My brain feels weird but I'm not drunk."

"Yeah, sorry. You're not. It was the Will Suppressor. Sorry we had to use it on you but it's standard procedure on new employees. You'll be ok. It makes some people dizzy and vague and you're just one of those. You're very suggestible right now so stay off your phone. It'll wear off in a few hours."

The door clicked. Magnet disengaged.

"Come on out. We're going to take a blood sample and check you for transmissibles. Tomorrow you quit your day job. The day after, you start showing up here. You can't have girls until all the blood results are in, which takes a week. Julie and Amy are going to have to insist on a condom, sorry."

"Salary?"

"One fifty. I was just fooling with you. Follow Jim to the lab, and then sleep it off. See you tomorrow."

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I work up suddenly, hearing knocking. I grabbed my phone out of reflex. 10:43pm. Right, I was in a small bedroom downstairs, I'd slept off the drug, I was in my underwear because sleeping in a suit sucks...

I got up and peeked out.

Two girls, both in bikinis. "Wake up call," one said mischievously. "We're here to get you... up."

I let them in.

"Amy," one said, and immediately pressed herself against my side, straining up on tip toes to lick my left ear.

"Julie," whispered the other, planting herself in front of me and nuzzling at my neck.

"Nice to meet youaaaahhhhh..."

One of them was squeezing my cock through the boxers, and she began pumping it, nice and slow.

"Some special rules, gorgeous," Amy whispered. "You're not tested yet so it's condoms or handjobs. And you're new here so you don't realize yet what a good thing you got. If it wasn't for the testing you could be fucking my pussy now and there'd be no complaints. Mmmm baby, none at all, you got a lot of cock here. But let me tell you what works best, ok? Most guys who haven't been around girls like us... you fuck too soon. And that's your right, but just listen. If you let us tease and please... you'll have the hottest orgasm of your life. And we're here allll night. We're gonna make you happy again and again -- if you can handle a slower pace."

"Ok, handsome," moaned Julie. "I just want to see, ok? She's got her hand all over you, and... I need to look. Ok?"

She had her hands on my waistband. I nodded and she pulled down.

"Fucking hell," Julie said, staring. "Welcome to the team. Does that tool have any... special requests?"

I dragged my brain back to the On position. Security guard job. So I was good with people but capable of dominance.

"The rest of me does. I'm not a fan of traditional porn. I don't like to see spitting, drooling, or other ugly ungirly shit, and I don't like traditional monologue. If you don't have anything smart to say I'd rather hear breathing then the fuck me, fuck me patter. And are you girls high?"

"Yes sir," Amy said. "That wears off in three hours, but you don't have any worries. We like what we do and we'll be just as much fun at 4am as we are now. I promise. We're the best little girls you've ever known. I'll tell you though, that take-charge voice has me shivering. And you haven't had the girl management training yet? You're gonna be surreal when they give you the lowdown. And my name is Amy and please don't forget it because I'm already hoping you'll call for me by name."

"Sheesh, Amy," Julie purred. "Just because he's big -- and hard -- and has a torso like a rock -- and those icy sort of steel grey eyes..."

I was in fact stone hard. Amy was maybe 5'2", almost jet black hair in waves down her back, and a half-asian face. Her rack was fuller than I expected on an Asian girl, B's at least, but natural, and her waist was tiny. I hadn't gotten a good look at her ass, but she had pretty legs. She was in a red bikini and slut red heels and nothing else. She had a slight lisp which made her seem younger than she looked. I guessed twenty.

Julie was 5'6", with a sweet, innocent face and large eyes. Her pair was more rounded than Amy's, but she was just as slender. She had long, shapely, womanly legs, no trace of baby fat anywhere. Baby face, woman's body.

"C'mon, sir," Amy whispered. "Sit on this sofa and we'll get you warmed up."

I raised an eyebrow at her -- I'm not a fan of women directing the traffic -- but my cock was already demanding attention and I wanted to see how they did this. I settled my ass down.

Amy sat on my legs, straddling me. She sat close in and my cock pressed against her belly. All I could see was her pretty hair, face and her very appealing breasts.

Julie stood behind her, and, smiling, reached down to slowly caress Amy's breasts. Amy's eyes fluttered closed.

"You can touch her of course," Julie murmured. "You're the man here, so you do what you like. But try to just watch for awhile. Watch me touch her. It's a big erection but we're going to make it huge.

My hands were almost uncontrollable. Amy's breasts were gorgeous and Julie's fingertips worked them, very lightly and sensually, inches from my face. It was how women touch, not men touch, and my hands needed to get in there. Not wanted, needed.

Julie bent down and got the string of Amy's bikini top in her teeth, and pulled. The top fell away. Julie's fingers slowly slid to the hard, pink nipples, stopped, slid away again...

My hand went to Amy's breast and caught the nipple. She moaned, softly.

"Both hands. Please. Julie will tease me for hours. Touch me like men touch."

There was no resisting it. I filled both my hands. My cock throbbed, and Julie slid her hands over mine, petting what part of Amy's breasts were still uncovered. Amy moaned again and fell forward, kissing my mouth, hungrily. I kissed back, pulling on her nipples, dragging her deeper into the kiss.

"You can't have all of him," Julie whispered. She settled next to me, and begin kissing my cheek, Soon I was kissing both of them, and Julie ran her hand over my chest. Then over my chest and belly. I snarled in need.

"Don't you worry, baby," Julie whispered. "I know. You need it... right... here."

A thumb and forefinger settled on my shaft, and started sliding the skin up and down. Slowly. Lightly.

Things blurred. I kissed them both, handled them both, and soon four hands were slowly playing with my cock, Julie stroking the shaft up and down, and Amy using her smaller hands to grind the head of my cock against her tight belly, and to pet my balls.

"Fuck," I moaned.

"Careful baby," Julie whispered against my lips. "We obey commands and that sounded enough like one that I'm shaking already."

Right... they could be commanded.

"Get naked," I snarled.

Both were, almost instantly. They got back to work rubbing against me and working my cock. I found myself kissing Amy's sweet little mouth and sucking on Julie's nipples. My precum was everywhere, hot, slippery...

"Okay, baby, you're going to pop soon," Amy said. "But you're not there mentally yet. You need to learn what toys we are. Spank Julie and call her names."

Julie moaned like an animal. "Amy..."

I loved the idea. I'd been pretty vanilla all my life, and something in me was angry about that. The anger boiled out now, suddenly.

I pushed them aside and then hauled Julie over my lap, face down. She wiggled her ass at me.

I slapped it, hard. "You slutty little fucktoy. You want cock? You earn it. Masturbate to your spanking you little cunt!"

She did, moaning, her hand working under her. I brought my hand down, again and again.

Amy got behind the couch and put her arms against me, nuzzling into my ear with her tongue. "You got her exactly right," she whispered. "Slap her again. She'll do anything." Her fingertips worked my neck, and she sucked on my earlobe.

I have never felt such fucking power. I slapped Julie's ass again, and then forced a finger into her. Her squeals of need filled the room. "I'm going to rape you both, and you're going to fucking love it, understand?"

"Yes! Anything!" "Yes, please yes!"

"So get me condoms, slut!"

Amy broke off and pulled an end table open. She tore one off a strip, and I shoved them both to the ground, arching my hips up in Amy's face. She fitted me, stroking my cock through the slippery sheath, whimpering in what sounded like fear.

I pounced on Julie, forced her legs apart -- she struggled -- and I plunged in, slapping her face. Amy was there, pinning her hands over her head, rubbing her own breasts against my lips -- I shoved myself into Julie and she whimpered piteously-