by Betsy Locke
Rachael tapped her lips. “What about a second job? Just in the meantime until your hours get raised.”
“I've tried looking already. Either they want me to work during the hours of my first job or the pay is so shit that it wouldn't even help.”
“I knew Los Angeles was going to be expensive before I moved out here. What I didn't know was that there wouldn't any jobs.”
“And your agent hasn't found you any auditions to go to.”
I shrugged. “That's the thing. Whenever I talk to him, he always sounds like something will be coming up soon. I'm not even sure he's working for me.”
“And your parents can't help you out?” Rachael took the tea kettle off the gas burner and poured the hot water in a mug for me. She put a tea bag in and slid it across the table to me.
I grit my teeth. “That's exactly what they want. For me to come crawling back to them and admitting that I failed.”
“I don't think they would want that,” she said.
I took a sip of the hot lemon tea and it burned my lips a little. “You have no idea how many arguments we had before I moved here. They were all but sure I'd be back home within six months.”
“And look at you. You've been in Los Angeles for two years now. That's got to show for something.”
“Two years of barely scrapping by. I'm almost ready to admit defeat and confess that my parents were right all along.”
“Well I'm not giving up on you yet. Mostly because you're my roommate and I don't want to have to find another one.”
I rolled my eyes. “Thanks...I love you too.”
Rachael's eyes lit up. “I've got an idea. Why don't you call your agent and ask him if he knows of any odd jobs. He's very connected so he might know something that isn't acting.”
I nodded. “It's a long shot but worth a try. I'll give him a call.”
Rachael left me alone in the kitchen while I made a call to my agent.
His secretary answered the phone, “Mr. Sellers office. How can I help you?”
“Hi, this is Christina Groves. Can I speak to Mr. Sellers?”
“Hold please,” she replied in a nasally voice.
I waited a moment and the line picked up. “Christina baby, how you doing?”
My agent always sounded like a real sleaze. For all I knew I was his only client. But in the end, he was the only one that would take me.
“I need your help.”
“Listen Christina, I'm working my ass off for you. I might have an audition for you in a week or two. A big blockbuster-type movie. I think you'd be great for it.”
I was beginning to see through his bullshit. No sane director would hire an actress whose only work experience was commercials for local fast food joints.
“That's not the help I meant, Mr. Sellers. I'm in need of some cash fast. My rent is due and I'm not going to have enough to cover it.” I could hear him sweating on the other line. He must've thought that I was going to press him for money.
“You see,” I continued, “I hoped that with all your connections, you might know someone or somewhere I can make some money.”
I could hear him breathing but he didn't say anything for awhile. “I don't think you're going to like it but if you're desperate.”
“I'm desperate,” I replied immediately.
“Okay then, write down this phone number,” my agent said. He began to roll off a list of numbers.
I took a pen and wrote it down on a piece of paper. “Okay, what's the job.”
“A sort of medical experiment,” he replied.
“Whoa. Whoa. A medical experiment. I don't know if you're that desperate.”
“Well you have the number now. If you get desperate again, call them and they'll tell you where to go. Good luck, Christina. I'll let you know if I got you that audition or not.”
I wasn't holding my breath for that. I crumpled the paper in my fist. There was no way I'd stoop so low as to get medically tested on.
I stood in the kitchen for a moment. But what if it wasn't that bad?
What if it was easy cash?
I unrolled the piece of paper and dialed the number.
Chapter Two
A bubbly receptionist answered the phone. “Griffin industries, would you like to make an appointment?”
I gulped. I wasn't even sure I had the right number. “Uh, I was given this phone number. I need a job.”
“Would you like to make an appointment,” she responded in a flat tone.
“Why yes, I would like to make an appointment.”
“We have tomorrow night open at 9:30 PM.”
That seemed late for a medical experiment but it didn't matter to me. “That works. What kind of experiment is it?”
The receptionist ignored my question. “What's your name and age?”
I sighed. “Christina Groves and I'm twenty-two years old.”
The reception gave me an address and hung up before I could even double check that I wrote the whole thing down right.
Rachael came back into the kitchen. “It sounded like you got a job.”
“I have no idea. My agent was very vague and gave me a phone number for a medical experiment. The place called Griffin Industries didn't give me any details.”
“And are you going to get paid?” she asked.
It was a valid question and one I failed to ask. “I have no idea. But what other choice do I have?”
“Just be careful, Christina. I don't want you getting taken advantage of.”
–
The next night I had a light dinner of soup and bread. I wasn't given any instructions so I thought I better eat at least something before I went over there. I didn't want to be starving if the experiment took all night.
I pulled my beat-up Honda civic into an abandoned business complex. Or it looked abandoned from the main street but there were a few cars in the parking lot.
I looked down at the address scribbled down on my paper: 1776. I matched it with the building and knew that I had the right place.
From the outside, it didn't look like much. Just a tall brick building. A small sign on the outside said Griffin Industries.
I entered a large decadent lobby that took up almost all of the first floor. A marble fountain stood in the center and there were stone columns designed from the Roman era all throughout. I wasn't even sure I was in the right place.
A receptionist with short dark hair sat at a very long desk that hid most of her body except for her head.
“What's your name?” she asked, popping gum in her mouth.
“Christina Groves,” I replied, putting my hands on the counter.
“Great. You're right on time. You see that elevator behind you?” she asked, pointing over my shoulder.
I turned my head and then nodded back to her.
“Good. Take that all the way to the eighth floor.”
“And that's it?”
“That's it. Dr. Griffin will answer any question you have.”
I walked to the elevator and pressed the up button. My palms were sweating and I suddenly connected Dr. Griffin with Griffin Industries.
I pushed the button for the eight floor and the doors closed. Why was I going to meet with the head of this company?
The elevator doors opened to a large office. It was the opposite of the lobby. This had dark brown woods, statues of different animals flanked a walkway that led to a giant desk. The thing wouldn't even be able to fit in my apartment.
A man with a white lab coat sat at the desk. He didn't look like a doctor to me. More like a hot actor pretending to be one. His black hair was short on top and shaved on the sides. He had a five o' clock shadow going on that I was really digging.
“You must be my 9:30 appointment,” he said, rising from his chair. “I'm Dr. Griffin.” He outstretched his hand over the desk.
I walked up and grasped his hand. It was soft yet strong. “I'm Christina Groves. This is all a little weird to me.”
Dr. Griffin let
out a laugh. “I know. I know. But if we said what we did here over the phone, most people would run away. Once we show you what the experiment is, I guarantee you'll want to participate.”
Dr. Griffin led me to a door to the side of his office. “This leads to a viewing room,” he said, opening the door.
I walked inside a small room with glass windows on one side. I walked up and realized that we were on the second level and looking down at the first level. A woman lay strapped to a table, her hands and feet bound. A machine with a giant dildo attached was plowing into her. Her moans echoed through a speaker in the wall.
What the hell did I just walk into?
Chapter Three
I watched the woman with fascination. She was loving it. I'd never heard another woman moan during sex. There was a stirring in the pit of my stomach. I wanted what she was experiencing. I wanted to feel that pleasure.
“You see here,” Griffin began, “We're doing tests on the limit of ecstasy. We want to see how much the human mind can take. How it reacts to prolonged stimulation.”
“And you're going to pay me to get fucked by that machine?”
Griffin nodded. “Two thousand dollars per session.”
I choked on the air. “Two thousand dollars. You mean I can come back and do this again?”
“As many times you'd like until the experiment is finished.”
My eyes went wide as I watched the large dildo enter that woman's pussy. I'd never really watched porn before so I'd never seen another woman have sex. It was beginning to grow on me in a way I didn't think ever could.
I could feet a wetness forming between my thighs. The excitement coursing over my skin was hard to ignore.
“Now that you've seen the experiment. Would you like to try it out?”
I nodded, still staring the woman below. I could see other viewing rooms across the way. Some more men in lab coats were watching and writing down on a clipboard.
“And I'll be watched during the experiment?” I asked.
“More like studied,” Dr. Griffin smiled. He looked perfect in every way. I wish the experiment had something to do with him.
I wasn't sure how I felt about people watching me but the two thousand dollars kept flashing before my eyes. “I'm ready.”
“Before we begin, you just need to answer some personal questions and sign a non-disclosure agreement.”
I followed him back to his desk and he closed the door to the viewing room, shutting off the woman's moans. I sat down in a comfy chair and Griffin sat behind the desk. I couldn't help but imagine what was under that lab coat.
“Let's start with some questions,” he began. “How many partners have you been with?”
I blushed. “Are these questions for real?” I asked.
Griffin nodded. “Of course. We need to know your sexual history before we start.”
“Only one partner,” I answered.
Dr. Griffin wrote some notes down. “On average, how many orgasms do you have during a session?”
I tried to think back to my time with my ex-boyfriend. “One at the most, sometimes none.”
“And have you ever done anal?”
“You really meant personal questions.”
Griffin smirked.
“I've never done anal.”
Dr. Griffin chewed on his pen. “Good. Good. Good.” He slid a paper to me and the pen he was chewing on. “Now just sign this form.”
I looked at the document and it was all made up of fine print. I tried to squint to be able to read it but there was too much there. The snippets I was able to read just sounded like legal jargon that I didn't understand in the first place.
“This is just a basic non-disclosure. You promise not to talk about these experiments to anyone.”
I signed the document and passed it back to him. “Let's do this.”
–
I was brought to the room I had seen from upstairs. It was bigger than it seemed. A lone table sat in the middle and it was being wiped down as I approached. I looked up at the windows above and I could see the men watching me. I didn't know if I was going to be able to do this with men watching me but I didn't have a choice.
I needed the money.
Griffin led the way and stopped at the table. “Can you undress for us. We'll keep your clothes for safe keeping and give them back when you're done.”
I knew it was going to come to this but I was still afraid of doing it. I reluctantly took off my jacket and then pulled my shirt over my head. I could feel everyone's eyes as I pulled down my tights.
The only thing left to protect me was my black bra and panties.
“I'm sorry but we need you to be completely naked.” Griffin's eyes looked me over, taking in the sights. He bit his bottom lip slightly.
I unsnapped my bra and let loose my large breasts. My panties went off next until I was all bare for the men. My breasts were very big for my body and I could tell that Griffin was caught off guard. I liked the way he looked at me.
He slapped the beige table that look like it was cushioned. “Let's get started now.”
Chapter Four
I lay back on the table, my heart racing. Even though I'd seen what happened to the woman before, I didn't know exactly what to expect. I'd never used toys before. Hell I'd only had sex with my ex-boyfriend a couple times. And it wasn't very good.
My only real experience was touching myself, sometimes slipping a finger inside me. That was it.
The table was surprisingly comfy. I got settled and took in a deep breath, relaxing my beating heart.
“We're going to strap you in now. This isn't to keep you from leaving, it's to protect you from falling off the table. It can get very intense sometimes. Now spread your legs like you're visiting your gynecologist.”
I imagined putting my feet in the stirrups and Griffin wrapped restraints around my wrists and ankles until I was locked in place. The cold air hit my already wet pussy and made me shiver.
I lifted my head and looked past my legs to see the doctor rolling a machine over to me. The dildo I had seen before was attached to a long rod. The dildo was more than twice the size I thought it would be. He rolled it over until the dildo was within inches of my opening.
There was no way that would fit in me. It would tear me apart.
“If you need to stop for any reason, just say stop and the machine will turn off. I'll be upstairs watching if you need anything. Are you ready?”
“I think so,” I said, still staring at how gigantic that thing was that was supposed to fuck me. Was I going to make it through this?
Griffin activated the machine by a switch before leaving the room. I could hear the motors inside began to whirl. I watched the fake penis began to slowly move towards me. I lay my head back down and braced for impact.