“You’re how old?” asked the man sitting at the desk.
“I’m going to be 23 this year, but I’m still 22,” said the girl on the couch, looking first at the man and then into the video camera on his desk that was aimed at her. The white drywall behind her was bare; an appropriate backdrop for the interview.
“Beautiful. Today you’ll be getting naked, showing your body, showing a little bit of your personality, but not too much personality. Do you understand?”
“Yes.” She laughed a little bit.
“My bosses - the people I send these videos to - they’re going to want to see how you perform. So you’ll be performing with me today, doing some things that are standard for the industry. Can you stand up, please?”
The girl stood up.
“Turn around, slowly if you could. I really want to see everything.”
She turned around.
“Very nice! I like what I see.”
“Thank you!”
“I have someone else here.”
“Who?”
“She’ll be joining us in a minute. She’s a friend of mine. She’ll be doing some things with you that will go on this tape. Is that OK with you?”
“Sure,” she giggled.
“Go ahead and take off your shirt.”
The girl slipped her shirt off and laughed. “I like how your eyes got big when this came off.”
“I’m always excited by the female body.”
“But earlier you said you were like a doctor, and you’d seen everything.”
“I have seen everything, but I still like to see it.” He took a large gulp from the glass of water on his desk. “You know, I’ve got to keep this water flowing through me all day, or else I dry up. I’ve got a cold or something, maybe allergies. My snot’s literally pouring out of my nose every few minutes, and all the water I drink just goes to supplying the snot with more fluid. I’m losing the battle, here. I can’t win.”
The girl laughed and said “how lovely”, pretending not to be disgusted.
A knock came at the door.
“Come in!” the man at the desk said.
A tall, muscular blond woman walked into the room.
“Charlotte, this is Jetblack; Jetblack, this is Charlotte.”
The smiling blond Jetblack shook hands with the brunette girl wearing no shirt. “Nice to meet you, Charlotte,” she said. “My, you’re cute!” Her voice was a deep one, with a hint of femininity that was made more harsh by what was probably years of smoking.
“Thank you,” shirtless Charlotte said with a grin.
“You can sit wherever you like, Jet,” said the man at the desk. “Charlotte was just about to show us what she looks like naked.”
“I’ll sit right here for that,” said Jetblack, sitting on the couch behind Charlotte.
Charlotte took off her bra slowly.
“Ooh, I like what I see!” said Jetblack.
“Are those real?” the man asked.
“No, they’re fake. Saline.”
“Come toward me.”
Charlotte walked to the desk and the man squeezed her breasts.
“They feel real, I can barely tell they’re saline. I love this.”
“Let me feel!” shouted Jetblack.
Charlotte walked her chest over to Jetblack who gave both breasts a firm squeezing and a little tug.
“Just wanna eat you up!” Jetblack squealed.
“Be patient,” said the man. “Alright Charlotte, let’s get those pants off.”
“I’ll help,” said Jetblack.
Charlotte unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans and began to slide them down as Jetblack tugged at them, causing them to drop faster.
The man asked Charlotte to put her hands on the wall, raise her butt into the air, and to present her ass to the camera on his desk.
“Have you ever done anything like this?” asked the man.
“Nope,” said Charlotte.
“I had a Chinese girl come in here yesterday,” the man said. “Her first audition as well. Nervous at first, but then she really loosened up. She was really into it for a while. She really knew what to do.”
“Sounds hot,” said Jetblack.
“Not really. She said that she was exotic. She tried to play it off like she was a unique girl who I would give a fuck about, but I didn’t fucking care about her.”
“Why?” Charlotte asked, still with her ass lifted high.
“Uh.. did you not hear me? She’s Chinese. After translating a few sheets of fucking Mandarin or Cantonese shit to English, I don’t know what it was or if there’s a difference, she said, “aren't you impressed by this?”, but I had to say no. Her breasts weren’t big enough to impress me so it was her hope that her intelligence was enough. She thought she was exotic and exciting to me. I told her the truth, that she was Chinese and so she was, statistically, the least rare and least unusual race on the face of the planet. She didn’t like that so she called me a fag. I still got Steve to fuck her like the slut she was. She liked it at the time, but afterward was upset about the whole thing, I think on account of me calling her uninteresting. If it weren’t on camera she’d probably call it rape. But it was clearly not rape. She was asking Steve for more but Steve had to go home to his kids. It was his weekend to have them.”
“Hmm,” Charlotte muttered. She was beginning to wonder about her interview.
“Give me a taste of your cunt!” Jetblack requested.
Charlotte spread her legs and laid back on the couch, letting Jetblack take a bite from her vagina. There was a tumultuous amount of sexual carnivorous rampaging that started at that moment, and both women loved every minute of it.
As Charlotte moaned, the man at the desk continued to talk.
“I went to this shit hole bar in north Texas, called Open Mouth Tongue Kiss, and met this bitch named Sylvia,” he explained. No one was incredibly interested in his story but it didn’t matter. “She let me touch her all night; felt her back, her tits, maybe even her ass. Licked her face once. We danced together for a couple hours, and she was most definitely into me. At one point we ran into the bathroom to make out but I puked all over her shorts and then emptied the rest of my stomach into the toilet. Then she got a call on her phone after I already bought her three drinks and a Jello shot. I didn’t know who the hell the call was from.”
Charlotte continued to moan as Jetblack nibbled her clitoris. The couch was getting wet with secretions of bodily fluid as Charlotte’s body writhed in sexual agony and undefinable pleasure.
The man stayed at his desk. “We danced all night together, but that didn’t seem to matter. I was touching her all over and she told me how much I was turning her on. Turns out it wasn’t enough, because after two hours of this she picked up her shit and left the bar to pursue the person on the other end of the phone. I ran out after her but she was long gone, sucked into the darkness. Three days later I got a sore on my lip and I was sure it was herpes. I didn’t know how long it took herpes to kick in, but I knew it had to be. She was the kind of girl you could get herpes from just by licking her face. Turned out it wasn’t herpes, though. Just a pimple.”
There was another knock on the door. The man got up, answered it, and pulled in a tray of chicken wings and barbecued ribs after waving goodbye to the girl who had delivered them. He walked back to his desk.
“You girls keep doing that, the camera’s are rolling,” he said. “I gotta eat a bit. Need some protein before I get in on this.” He sat down at his desk and ripped the meat from the bones with his teeth. He kept talking. “I like to get my fingers all covered in barbecue and buffalo sauce. Then when I’m done eating I wipe my hands on, well, I wipe ‘em on my dick to get it covered in flavor. You girls are gonna clean it off.”
Jetblack looked up from her activities and nodded a little bit. Charlotte continued to moan in her naked ecstasy.
“Jet, why don’t you get naked now?” the man suggested. “I wanna see both naked ladies getting wet at the same time, I’m still working down this meat over here.”
Jetblack pulled her tight leather pants off and removed her barely existent shirt to reveal large fake breasts that were perfect spheres of imperfection and scars. “Come over here,” she said to Charlotte. She pulled Charlotte on top of her and they French kissed deep and hard with conviction and tireless tongues.
“Dick Viginis and I… Jetblack, you remember Dick?”
There was a light moan to acknowledge and answer his question.
“Oh, I guess you wouldn’t remember him. He left shortly before you started with us. Dick and I were double teaming this girl who came in here last month on her period. Dick wasn’t going to stick his dick in blood, he said. Dick would shoot huge loads of cum when he climaxed, which meant it got really nasty if a girl was bleeding. I was all for it, but the girl said we shouldn’t. So it was two Dicks and one hole the whole night. Her mouth was closed for business because she said she hadn’t worked out her gag reflex yet. Still threw up every time a head rubbed the back of her throat. Tight fit in that ass, but we made it work.” His words were muffled by his constant chewing, but the girls didn’t really care. They may not have been gripped by the story. “I hated the feel of his dick rubbing against mine, though. Lotta curvature on that guy, and it made for a weird plunge. But I guess in this business you gotta rub dicks to get ahead.”
The plate in front of the man was now covered in bare chicken bones. He started on the ribs.
“Jet,” he said, waving his fingers at Charlotte, “put your hand – yeah, right there.”
Charlotte felt a probing at her bottom and wasn’t enjoying it. It twirled and whirled in a way she wasn’t used to, and seemed to go against everything that she associated with pleasure. She really hoped this wasn’t a typical thing in this line of work. If she got hired, she might have to put in her contract that she wouldn’t do anal. Or maybe she’d save it for really rare occasions where the money was better than usual. This was the first time Charlotte had ever responded to an ad in the paper, but it seemed to be too good to pass up. The casting call, the ad had said, would lead to lucrative careers for beautiful and talented females who didn’t already have connections in the industry. Charlotte had always been interested in this sort of thing, and with her terrific looks she always thought she had a better chance than most might.
“Fucking fuck, I forgot these goddamn chicken wings made my nose run so much. Couple that shit with my allergies and I’m just draining snot all day.” The man grabbed his glass of water and chugged it down. He opened a drawer on his desk and pulled out a box of tissues and blew his nose, leaving buffalo sauce, barbecue, and snot on the wadded up mess. He threw it into a waste basket. He let out a quiet but audible cheer when it landed in the basket on his first shot. He briefly wondered if he’d have made a good professional basketball player. He probably could have fallen back on that if his current career choice hadn’t been going so amazingly well.
He continued eating the ribs.
“Charlotte, honey, can you turn a little bit so your ass is toward the cameras while Jet fingers it? Nothing’s really visible. I see two chicks tonguefucking each other’s mouths, but I don’t see what’s going on below.”
Charlotte and Jetblack tilted their bodies on the couch so their lower parts faced the camera on the desk, and the one behind the desk, sort of in the corner.
“Yes, lovely. Thank you!”
He was silent for a few moments while he finished eating the ribs. When he set the last bone down on the plate, he stood up from behind the desk and walked to the couch.
“Alright,” he said. “Guess it’s time I get in on this. Undress me, girls.”
“We undress him, now,” Jetblack said to Charlotte. She pulled her fingers out of Charlotte’s butt.
Charlotte nodded and helped Jetblack remove the man’s pants and his shirt while he kept his fingers from touching the clothes. He didn’t want to get these threads dirty.
When his clothes were removed he stood naked in front of the girls and rubbed his hands on his flaccid penis, covering it in both delicious sauces. What little residue remained on his fingers he rubbed on his legs and stomach. “Clean me up, ladies,” he said. He looked at the cameras to make sure they were getting him. He gave a wink to the camera on the desk.
“I’m a vegetarian,” Charlotte said.
“So what?” the man said. “This is just sauce, not meat.”
“I think she’s talking about your dick,” Jetblack said. “It’s her way of saying she doesn’t suck dick. She’s a “vegetarian”, you know?”
“No,” Charlotte said. “I’m really a vegetarian. I suck dick. I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t suck dick. I just don’t eat meat and I don’t like eating things that have been rubbed all over meat.”
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” the man said, standing naked in front of her with barbecue and buffalo sauces smeared on himself.
“I guess I can make an exception,” she realized. “I told myself I’d be cool with whatever happened in the interview. I expected a few curveballs.”
“Nah, this isn’t a curveball,” said the man. “My friend Dick Viginis, now he’s a curveball.”
Charlotte and Jetblack began licking the sauce from the man’s body. It tasted good and they were tempted to bite, but knew not to. Slowly the man’s penis grew to a non-flaccid state, and a more pornographic set of activities commenced. The girls fought over the tasty, smothered, delicious dick. The man talked.
“Had a girl in here last week with a bad attitude. One of those whiny types who said she hated her last job. I like to ask the girls about their other jobs and how much money they’re making so they can really get an idea of why working in this industry’s so great. When she said she hated her job I told her she didn’t really hate it, she probably didn’t even know what hate really was. But she said she hated her boss, and I said, “did you really hate your boss, or just dislike your boss?”. And she goes, “uh, hated him. For sure.” And so before I even asked her to get naked or tell me about her sexual history I told her to listen to me for a second. I said, “I’m gonna explain hate to you.” Now girls, listen. I’m gonna explain hate to you, too.”
“Usually you don’t hate. You may feel a great anger or dislike toward a human or a few humans, but you can't usually say that you hate them. This is probably because you don't know how to define hate. But hate is, surprisingly, a very easy thing to define. I will spell it out for you because odds are you know nothing of true hatred.
If you can imagine yourself walking up to a person while they are standing on a stage in front of a room of 100+ people, and can see yourself shooting them in the skull, neck, and chest with a nail gun multiple times, until that person dies, and not feel bad about this thought, maybe even smile about it a little - you hate. That is hate. If you can't feel good about this thought, you don't hate that person.
This is a very easy way to differentiate between hating someone and just not liking someone. “Dislike” covers everything below this. “Hate” covers this and everything above it. You're welcome. I would say I’ve never really hated anyone in my life. Good to know.”
The girls didn’t hear a word of this explanation. They heard the noise of his voice, but no words landed in their heads because they didn’t care. They were fixated on the flavor smeared on the man’s body and tried to enjoy what they were doing.
Charlotte was occupying her mind with the possibilities awaiting her in this career. If she did good tonight she’d be hired and the work would come flooding in, giving her more money than she’d ever seen in her life. To someone watching her, it may have seemed demeaning, what she was doing. But this was common in the industry and she knew it. She’d come prepared to do this, or worse. Surely there’d be worse down the line if she passed the audition, but the wealth would make it worth it. Mom and dad might not be proud of her choice of work but they’d be happy for her success once they saw her living in the attractive chateau at the far side of the county she’d always wished she could afford. The hours wouldn’t be too long, she thought. At the max, maybe 7 or 8 hours a day, non-stop. She’d heard of people in the industry working more, but didn’t see why it would be necessary.
“Alright,” the man said. “Let’s get both of you on that couch and do some intercourse.”
Charlotte and Jetblack lied on the couch as the man engaged them each in sexual congress, his arms supporting his weight against the cushions of the couch. Jetblack moaned with apparent tidal waves of joy and wild sage excitement. Charlotte was not as vocal in her proclamations of satisfaction, and it was apparent that the man was unsettled by this.
“Something wrong, Charlotte?”
Then she moaned. She writhed and squealed. She moaned and squealed with a loudness Jetblack couldn’t match. The man liked it at first until his ears hurt and he had to cover them while he pushed himself unromantically into her.
“Sorry,” Charlotte said, quieting herself, still trying to sound like she was pleased. Things had been going well up until now. Her inexperience at faking orgasms was not going to help her in this business, she realized. She’d have to learn. Charlotte preferred sex to be romantic and lathered in passion, not meaningless motions of drilling and filling. She knew coming here she wasn’t going to find romance or passion, only empty fucking and sucking. It was OK. It would take her some time to learn to enjoy this kind of sex, but she could do it. She wanted kisses on the mouth and the neck, licking and biting on the ears and shoulders, and hands moving across her skin. None of this was happening. Foreplay didn’t really exist in this erotic business of feigned pleasure and she was going to accept it because that’s how she would make money.
The man’s nose began to drip small droplets of snot into Charlotte’s hair as he rammed her harder. Although what was going on between her legs was not altogether unpleasant, everything else seemed to be heading in that direction.
Soon, though, even the sensations between her legs turned for the worst. There remained the slightest bit of spicy sauce on the man’s penis, and the effects it had on Charlotte’s insides were starting to become painful. This proved to be beneficial at first, as Charlotte’s squeals and wailing crescendo’d with audacity and confidence and realism that longtime industry greats had turned into an art.
The man smiled and thought this was very hot, very exciting, very arousing to his ego and his routine sexual desire. Still, though, he wouldn’t be kissing her. It had been years since he had kissed anyone and it hadn’t crossed his mind to start doing it again. Before he landed this position in his dream job, he’d spent a couple years pursuing his dream girl. Fresh out of high school, the man had met the girl at a birthday party. She’d accidentally shown up, thinking she knew the people throwing it, and quickly learned she was mistaken. As she was leaving, the man introduced himself to her and they became fast friends. He made her laugh, always the result of his only talent in life. The two kept in touch for months and spoke of intimate things, silly things, friendly things, and happy things. It was a friendship that the man wanted to become something more. On the day he intended to ask her out, the girl of his dreams introduced him to her boyfriend. It hadn’t gone so well, though. He had taken the girl aside at a midnight concert of an ensemble of talented bass guitarists who were tearing up the stage with their bass licks and low end riffs. He shouted words to her to convey how he felt about her, though they were useless below the rain of bass melodiess and thumping thunder coming from the speakers. When his words failed, he pulled her in for a kiss. The girl was unpleasantly surprised by this and slapped the man in his face to convey how she felt about him – a friend who must remain a friend. It was two minutes later she introduced him to her boyfriend.
This was the last kiss the man ever had. He intended it to be the last kiss he ever attempted. His lips were now better suited for talking, even during sex. Words wouldn’t fail him the way kisses would. And a career of pumping woman after woman full of his penis wouldn’t leave him time to dwell on romantic or emotional thoughts, nor would it give him the leisure of pursuing a romantic interest. He was in the fucking business and he was working his way to the top. Once there, he could have any girl he wanted. But why bother? He already got to stick his penis in plenty of them. Young, beautiful girls eager to make a good living. Why date them? If he didn’t think too long about the emptiness of dead-eyed stranger-fucking, he didn’t feel that anything was missing from his life.
The man picked up the video camera from his desk and took point-of-view footage of his sexual activities with Charlotte and Jetblack. It was standard procedure.
Charlotte shot the camera a forced look of orgasmic sensation, a look she’d never practiced before and had to invent on the spot. In past sexual experiences the look came naturally as a result of true pleasure being delivered to her body. Now it was just part of the act.
Jetblack gave the camera a similar look, but with attitude and charisma acquired by doing this sort of thing for years. It was just as fake but not as obvious. The obvious fakeness of her breasts distracted from any of the fakeness apparent in her face.
Moments passed, and the man pulled out of Charlotte. Her insides still burned a little bit from the spicy sauces that had by now soaked into her. She was sweating, and it wasn’t from pleasure. The man didn’t know that, though, and kept filming.
“Charlotte, why don’t you and Jetblack make a sixty-nine right now, and I’ll fuck you in the ass?”
Jetblack positioned herself on the couch for her third sixty-nine this week, but Charlotte hesitated.
My ass? He’s going to fuck my ass? She didn’t like the sound of that. He hadn’t even taken the time at the beginning of the interview to ask her what she would and wouldn’t do on camera. Anal wasn’t her thing. Never had been. Jetblack’s finger inside of her butt was enough, but this man’s penis inside of her butt was really pushing it. Still, though, she knew the money would have to be good if she did this. And she’d never done anything with another woman before, but was enjoying her time with Jetblack. Anal might be a trip worth taking, she thought. She climbed on top of Jetblack and, after letting out a sigh, put her face between Jet’s legs.
“Good, nice.” The man brought the camera close to the woman and filmed their entanglement in very obtrusive, penetrating ways. He toyed with Charlotte’s lower region, preparing it for a different kind of penetration, and filmed his method while he talked to Charlotte about how good it would feel. In a few minutes he felt she was ready, and pushed himself inside of her slowly but firmly. Charlotte’s face twisted and she bit down on Jetblack’s skin a little too hard, causing Jet to scream. The man smiled and nodded while he pushed harder.
Three knocks came at the door.
“Who the fuck is that?” the man shouted. “We’re filming in here. Casting call. Go away!”
There were two more knocks, slower this time.
“I’m busy! What do you need?”
There was no answer.
“Damn interns. Very unprofessional.”
The knock returned.
“WHAT!? What do you need?”
A reply came from the other side of the door. “I have some Hèn for you, sir.” It was a woman’s voice.
“What? You have what?”
“Hèn, sir.” It was a sharp sounding, ugly word, similar to “Hen” but with a throaty roughness in place of the H.
“What is that? Hen? Like a fucking chicken?”
“Hèn. I am here to deliver Hèn to you.”
“OK listen, if you’re delivering chicken, I’ve already had it. Brittany brought it by earlier and I’m done. Finished the ribs too. None of it was that good, I just needed it mostly for the protein and the sauce. If you’re here to pick up the tray, which I think is what you mean, you can wait. I’m balls deep in a new girl’s ass right now and don’t have time for whatever the fuck it is you’re trying to do.”
“Sir, please open the door so I may bring in the Hèn.”
“Fuck!” The man pulled his penis out of Charlotte’s ass, and set the camera back on the desk. “Are you saying Hun? Like honey? Or chicken? What is it you want?” He pulled his pants on and put on his shirt. “Girls, just keep doing what you’re doing. I have to handle this.”
The man opened the door and two loud, hydraulic sounding clicks were emitted from the hallway. The man screamed and fell backward, landing on his desk.
Charlotte and Jetblack immediately quit their activities and jumped up from the couch.
“What happened?” Jetblack asked. She ran over to the man and saw two nails protruding from his abdomen.
Charlotte looked to the door to see a petite Asian girl walk in. She looked to be in her early 20’s and was dressed in a skirt and a tank top. She was carrying a nailgun.
“I am not finished with the delivery,” the girl said, keeping her eyes on the man.
Charlotte backed up against the wall and froze with horror.
“Get out of the way,” the Asian girl said to Jetblack.
Jetblack moved away, shouting, “what the fuck are you doing? Who are you?”
The girl remained fixated on the man, who was still alive and conscious and bleeding over the top of his desk.
“Jet… Charlotte…” he said with pain in his voice, “go get security… get help.”
“No,” said the tiny Asian woman. “Stay where you are.” She closed the door behind her.
“Listen, uh…” the man said, slowly. “Um… shen- shuh… sha… uh, your name, uh..”
“Zhen,” the girl said. “I am Zhen. Why do you forget me? I do not forget you! I come for job and you deny me, only fuck me!”
“Listen, Zhen… I did … what I could. Jesus Christ, you shot me. Fuck.” He breathed heavily while trying to speak, each breath making his pain more obvious. “Goddammit.”
Zhen aimed the nailgun at the man. “You only fuck me then give me nothing! Why I should not shoot you more?”
“We… we gave you an audition… a casting call. A ‘Cast call, as they’re called. Not… not every girl who walks into Comcast headquarters here is… qualified … ahhh fuck… qualified to work here.”
Charlotte listened to what the man said, and felt that her casting had been going well. If it hadn’t been interrupted by this angry Chinese girl she felt she would have been offered the job by Comcast. She was even doing anal and taking it really smoothly.
“Being a whore…. Fucking people…” the man battled his pain and continued trying to string together sentences as he watched his blood cover the desk. “It’s not just… about … fucking them… it’s about rules. You need … you can’t have too much personality… you need to be equipped to fuck and to be fucked. We are… Comcast… our Comcasting calls bring in… thousands … of talented girls… Zhen… you had talent… you didn’t have… anything else…”
“You first person to teach me about hate,” Zhen said. “I now know hate. I hate you. Hèn is Chinese for “hate”. You not know this? I translated words for you yesterday on paper and tell you what they mean. You forget hate? You forget me?”
“No… I didn’t forget you… I was just telling … the girls here about…. Uuhgghh….” the man gurgled on his saliva as he fought back the pain. “I told them all about you. Please… get me an ambulance.”
“There is no ambulance for you,” she said. “I have nailed everyone in building. All are dead. Comcast fuck me, I fuck Comcast. You cast me, you fuck me, I fuck you now - with nails.”
“Please – please… don’t.”
Zhen aimed the nailgun at the man’s penis.
“Zhen, wait,” Jetblack said. “Don’t do it.” Jetblack put her hand on her vagina and spread her labia with her fingers. With her other hand she tightened her fingers together and placed them inside her vagina. She delicately reached her hand into her own vagina, slowly at first, and then more comfortably as her knuckles passed through the opening. “Charlotte, come over here and help me.”
Charlotte’s eyes revealed her confusion, and she looked to Zhen for a sign of permission to move. Zhen was equally confused and shrugged at Charlotte, which was all the “go ahead” she needed. Charlotte walked to Jetblack. “What do you need?”
“Get on your knees,” Jetblack said. “Stick your strongest hand inside me.”
“Um… Jet… is this really the time - ”
“Do it!”
Charlotte got on her knees and tried to squeeze her hand into Jet’s vagina which already had one hand sunk deep inside. “I can’t fit it.”
“Pull aside some more of the flaps,” Jetblack ordered. “What are they called?”
“Labia?”
“Yes, pull aside the labia.”
Charlotte helped Jetblack’s other hand pull the labia apart, spreading her vaginal hole wider.
“With your other hand grab the wrist of my arm that’s up inside me and when I say ‘pull’, I want you to help me pull.”
“I don’t have time for this!” Zhen shouted. “Stop doing what you are doing! I am here to nail he who fucked me in Comcast casting call!”
“Just wait!” Jetblack said. “Alright Charlotte… almost got it… OK, pull!”
Charlotte gripped Jetblack’s wrist tightly and helped her pull. A sloshing sound came from inside Jetblack and her hand emerged from her vagina, holding a large bulge of flesh.
Charlotte gasped and backed away.
Zhen gasped and lowered the nailgun to her side.
Jetblack stood tall and proud with a penis now hanging where her vagina had been.
The man, still bleeding on the desk, looked at the penis. “My … god. It… it can’t be…”
Jetblack walked over to the desk. “It is. It’s me.”
The man raised his hand to reach for the penis. “Dick… Dick Viginis… it is you? But… how?”
“There will be time for that later, Richard,” Jetblack said. “But right now you must rub my penis.”
“Wh…. What?”
“Do it!” Jetblack demanded.
The man rubbed Jetblack’s tan penis for a moment before it rose to full, curved salute, at which point Jetblack put her hand in front of the man’s nose and ordered him to blow. The man blew snot into Jetblack’s hand, which was then wiped on the enlarged penis.
“What is happening?” Zhen asked, raising the nailgun back to the man’s penis with the evident intent to fire.
The man and Jetblack simultaneously stroked her curvy, snot covered phallus. “One more tug oughta do it!” Jetblack said through heavy breathing. With the final tug, her penis ejected a large streaming mass of seminal fluid and snot into Zhen’s face.
Zhen screamed and stumbled backward, firing the nailgun into the air while she desperately tried to wipe the substances from her face.
Jetblack’s fluids kept blasting forth and covered Zhen from head to toe in a matter of seconds, clogging the nailgun before she was able to fire anymore deadly shots. Charlotte grabbed the plate of bones from the man’s desk and threw it like a Frisbee into Zhen’s head, knocking her unconscious. She fell into the couch.
Jetblack blurted out, “sometimes you gotta rub dicks to get ahead.”
The man moaned in agony but with the assuredness of victory in his tone. “Jet… Dick… Black… Viginis… how?”
“First, we need to get you an ambulance!” she said.
Charlotte looked through her purse until she found her cell phone and dialed 911, explaining in rushed and excited spurts of barely sensible sentences that they needed an ambulance and police officers right away.
Jetblack grabbed the man’s hand and looked into his eyes. “Yes, Richard. I am Dick Viginis. I used to work here at Comcast to help you fuck the new girls, to fuck the new talent, to make sure they were cut out to fuck our customers just as we would train them to do. But I fell in love with you. I loved working with you, and on the rare occasion that our dicks would collide it was pure ecstasy to me.”
The man said nothing. He continued to bleed.
“But I knew you were uncomfortable with rubbing our dicks together like that. That’s why I quit. I didn’t want to be around you if you couldn’t be attracted to me. As the weeks went by I grew more and more depressed without you in my life. That’s why I got a sex change. I kept my penis, but had a cutting edge operation done on me to tuck it inside of me, turn it inside out – into a vagina, kind of. I came back to Comcast to be your assistant, now as a woman. I’d get to fuck the new talent with you, and I’d get your Johnson inside me, inside my own penis.”
The man vomited blood all over his own face, and choked on it.
Jetblack and Charlotte tried to flip him over to drain the blood from his mouth, but he screamed in pain as they did so.
“Would you… can you…” the man spoke roughly. “Jet… Dick… I haven’t kissed anyone in four years. Will you… kiss me?”
Jetblack leaned down and opened her mouth onto the man’s bloody face and shoved her tongue into his mouth. Charlotte looked away in disgust while they kissed.
When Jetblack pulled her face up from the man’s, he stared back at her, lifelessly. He was dead. Jetblack was unable to shed tears due to very restricting plastic surgery that had ruined her tear ducts and most of the parts of her face that were traditionally considered important for beauty. But she cried out in sadness while Charlotte walked over to comfort her. The man’s blood ran down Jetblack’s crying face, and dripped to the floor. She collapsed in despair and retreated into her own thoughts.
The door to the office flew open and paramedics rushed in with police close behind. Charlotte explained the situation, and directed the paramedics to the man’s body on the desk and the police to the snot and sperm covered Zhen lying unconscious on the couch.
Outside the Comcast headquarters, Jetblack and Charlotte stood, now fully clothed, watching the paramedics load the man’s corpse into the ambulance, and the police put Zhen in the back seat of a police cruiser.
“What are you going to do now?” Charlotte asked Jetblack.
Jetblack was morose and still clearly shocked about the day’s events, but seemed eager to talk about the future. “I have nothing left for me around here. I was thinking I’d like to go into pornography. Become an adult film star. You know what, you should do the same. You would be great at it!”
“Ew, gross,” Charlotte said, giggling a little bit. “No, I don’t think porn is for me. I think I’ll just see where life takes me. I could go to college, get a degree. I might like to be a lawyer.”
“I wish the best for you, Charlotte.”
“And I wish the same for you, Jetblack. Or… Dick Viginis?”
“Look for a Blackdick Jetviginis making it big on the internet soon, dear,” Jetblack said, winking intimately to Charlotte.
The women waited for the police and paramedics to leave, then set fire to the Comcast headquarters. They watched the flames burn away the memories of the day and held hands in the glow of the hot blaze. They promised never to speak of this day again. Soon, the raging fires set the two hearts aflame with passion, and quickly the women’s clothes came off. Jetblack and Charlotte engaged in sexual intercourse in the parking lot, Jetblack’s curved penis finding solace in the barbecued vagina of Charlotte, as the flames of the building rose higher and higher, casting dancing shadows over the embracing women.
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