Virtuality

by Ladee Katherine

  “Fuck! I need inside of you,” Cade growled out pulling away from her lips.

  Jolene pressed her hands against his sculpted pecks and pushed him backwards until he was flat on his back. Biting her lower lip she crawled on top of his body until she was hovering over his cock. Cade fisted his cock in one hand and placed his other hand on her hip. Jolene slammed down on him impaling her body with his throbbing dick. She sat on top of him moaning at the feel of his cock filling her completely. Instinctively she rocked her hips needing to move. It wasn’t enough movement or friction for her. Lifting until the head of his cock was just inside of her Jolene slammed back down. She repeated the process until she found a rhythm. She lifted and slammed back down on him clenching her walls around his thick erection. Cade growled and held her hips helping her ride his pulsating shaft.

  Cade’s eyes stayed on Jolene’s bouncing breasts until he leaned forward and took one of her dusky nipples in his mouth. Jolene threw her head back arching her back giving Cade more of her aching breasts. As she rode him hard and fast the sounds of their bodies slapping together mixed with their groans and moans.

  Lost in the ride Jolene was caught off guard when Cade lifted her up. Like she weighed nothing Cade tossed her playfully on the bed. She grinned as he pulled her back close to his body by her ankle. He nudged her over on her stomach then pulled her back until she rested on all fours. Looking straight ahead Jolene caught glimpse of the camera pointed directly at her. Her mask was still in place, slightly askew but in place. A hard slap on her ass brought her mind back to the sex and away from the cameras streaming them online.

  Cade rubbed her ass cheek, kneading the flesh that still stung. He slapped her other cheek and rubbed it again taking the pain away. Another slap on her cheek had her crying out but she whimpered as he rubbed open palm over her ass again. Jolene squirmed not sure if she wanted another slap on her ass or his cock deep in her. Her pussy clenched waiting for one or the other and she felt herself start to become wetter. Then she felt the head of his cock slide up her wet eager slit. He pressed his cock against her clit and she moaned moving her hips trying to get him to slip it inside her entrance. Cade moved his cock up and down her slit spreading her moisture and causing her to pant for more.

  “Please,” she begged bucking against him. His cock slid through her folds and nudged at her entrance. “Yes, please put it in me.” Jolene begged.

  Cade grunted and propelled forward joining their bodies together with one thrust. His balls slapped against her pussy deliciously and Jolene cried out. Gathering her hair and wrapping it around his fist Cade pulled back on her while slamming back in to her pussy. His long length penetrated her deep, deeper than before. The sensation of her being filled by him completely had Jolene rocking her hips trying to bring him even deeper in her. Rocking back and forth as he slammed in and out of her had the bed shaking. Each pump of his cock going deep in her started to build the sensation of an orgasm. Cade reached around Jolene and moved his fingers to her aching clit. His fingers circled the sensitive nub as he pulled in and out of her tight sheath. Panting with each increased movement Jolene screamed out as she came.

  Her legs shook and she fell to her chest. Her body vibrated tensing with spasms as the orgasm Cade brought her disabled every muscle in her body. Cade fell on top of her and grunted loudly as hot jets of his cum filled her. Jolene clenched the walls of her pussy tightly around his cock milking him for everything he had. Cade grasped her hair and pulled back on it as he continued to jerk and shoot cum in her. Then as quickly as everything started it was over.

  Cade stayed inside of Jolene until they both gained control of their breathing then he rolled off of her. He laid on his back next to her breathing hard.

  “What the fuck was that?” Creeps voice started Jolene.

  Suddenly aware of her nudity Jolene covered her body with her arms the best she could and lifted her head to see Creeps walking in the room further. His eyes were wide and his face red. Anger painted his face and it seemed to be directed at Cade.

  Cade reached over the bed picking up his white button up shirt. He handed it to Jolene and she didn’t question it but instead quickly pulled it over her body using it like a robe covering her body. Cade pulled on his pants, absent of underwear, and stood facing his brother.

  “What the fuck is your problem Bryce?” Cade growled out as he shoved his semi erect cock in his pants.

  Creeps ran a hand through his hair and glanced over at Jolene before glaring back at Cade. “She is the novice here not you. Where the fuck was your condom?”

  “FUCK!” Cade yelled out and turned to Jolene. “You’re on some kind of birth control right?”

  Jolene’s eyes widened and she nodded frantically. “Yes of course. My tests came back good too, I’m clean. What about you?”

  “Squeaky clean.”

  “Then we have nothing to worry about.” Jolene confirmed.

  Both men seemed to take a sigh of relief and then their glares were back on one and other. Jolene moved from the bed and found her legs still a little wobbly. Her eyes found the packages of condoms all over the bed. There had been no reason for them not to use a condom. The condoms were within reach and there had been time to put them on. The excuse of “being caught in the moment” was the only excuse and it wasn’t a very good one.

  Creeps walked around the bed and smiled at Jolene. “You did great babe. You’re a natural. Why don’t you go get cleaned up and I’ll drive you home?”

  Jolene nodded and walked around Creeps. She paused in front of Cade. She pulled her mask off and tossed it on the bed before looking back at Cade. His adams apple bobbed as he swallowed. With a smile Jolene tapped his shoulder in an awkward gesture. “Thanks for that.” She said before turning to leave the room.

  “Friday!” Cade called out to her. Jolene paused and looked over her shoulder. Cade smiled at her and pulled his mask off. “The spot is open if you want it.”

  Jolene smiled and nodded before leaving the room.

  Creeps stood outside of the dressing room door waiting for Jolene. He smiled at her then handed her an envelope thick with cash.

  “You made more than we initially talked about. The views were good tonight, in fact the best we’ve had to date.” Creeps placed a hand on Jolene’s lower guiding her through the building. Jolene opened the envelop of cash. Shocked she looked up at Creeps. “It’s not a mistake that’s all yours.”

  The car ride was quick to her apartment. The conversation was nonexistent instead the soft music from the radio filled the car. Jolene placed a hand on the door. She looked over her shoulder at Creeps who was looking at her.

  “I feel like I need to thank you for this.”

  “Naw babes, you did good and earned that money. Don’t let your mind fuck you over with morals and shit.” Creeps cleared his throat and turned the radio in his care off. “The job is yours you know. Fridays. You could make bank.”

  Jolene smiled. “This money here will get me back on my feet and I’ll start really looking for a roommate so hopefully I won’t need this much money again. I’m not ashamed I did it. It was my one wild carefree moment in my life.”

  “Why don’t you have a boyfriend?”

  Jolene’s smile dropped. Creeps question aught her off guard and she sat back in her seat. “I’m too complicated.”

  Creeps laughed and shook his head. “Jo baby, aren’t we all? Fuck I own a burlesque bar that barely makes money. My online sex streaming site is based on how much my brother can get it up. Plus I’ve seen my brother’s cock more than I’ve seen my own.”

  Jolene giggled covering her mouth. “Okay you might have a point.”

  Creeps smiled and leaned back in his seat. The two of them sat in silence for a moment before Creeps spoke again. “The job is yours if you want it. Think on it and get back to me.”

  With a nod of her head Jolene smiled and exited the car. She waved to Creeps before stepping in the apartment building. Once settled in her ap
artment she pulled out the envelop of cash. She counted the bills smiling. The weight of her bills lifted from her chest. In the morning she would talk to her landlord and get completely caught up in rent then search for a roommate. There would be even enough money for her to buy a cheap used car.

  Closing her eyes Jolene sat back against her couch and replayed her Friday night in her head. Her body felt like it was still glowing and her womb throbbed in a good way. After a moment of smiling reviling in the feel of her body Jolene pulled out her laptop and quickly logged on to the site. There was a box that could be clicked. For a price she could pay to see herself having sex with Cade. Pulling out her almost maxed out credit card Jolene purchased the chance to view herself having sex.

  Blushing she watched the feed from start to finish. When she was done watching and reliving it all Jolene smiled. Her pussy quivered at the thought of having another Friday night like that. Grabbing her cell phone Jolene dialed the Creeps number with one thought in mind, she was the new Friday.

  Author Bio:

  Bry Dig currently lives in Colorado where she is raising three little men and her husband. A rocker at heart she enjoys any life experience she can cram in to her busy life. Currently she is attending college and working her way through her degree. Her passion is writing paranormal, rock, and erotica romances. Bry Dig has written over 300 unpublished short stories on various face book fantasy sites. With the gentle kick in the rear from her family and friends has made the move to start having her stories published. Look for her future published writing endeavors in the upcoming year.

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  Chapter One

  Matthew strolled into his office and promptly sat down at his desk and rolled his hand over the mouse to wake his larger than life computer screen. Being the owner of the largest sex chat website made for some rather interesting things on his screen in the morning but the past week business had been bad. He’d started his own company after being fired from an online dating site for tampering with matchmaker results. Never mind that everything he did was always a far better pairing and he had just as high of a success rate as the twits that punched in numbers and ran compatibility tests.

  Two years ago he’d started the Cyber Room LLC, a website where couples too shy to meet in the real world could interact their greatest fantasies online with another single person. The eHarmony of the sex world the papers had called it. When they’d first opens the couples applications had come pouring through. He’d had so many he’d had to hire an assistant to help him pile through the formula’s. By formula what he really meant was checking who had what sexual fantasies and placing them with people who were like minded.

  Business was at a virtual standstill. “No pun intended,” Matthew grumbled as he scanned through the only two new applicants from the weekend. He put his hands over the sides of his face and sighed as he leaned back in his chair. If he didn’t do something to shake up the promotions and pull in more clients he was going to be looking at a dead business before the New Year and since it was almost Halloween, he didn’t have a lot of time.

  The whole concept of his marketing plan had hinged on two pivotal screws – literally and figuratively. Cyber Sex and curious people. The idea of a virtual cyber sex front had people panting initially. He’d had his fair share of freaks but that’s why he required government issued ID’s, to run background checks. They had gone international six months ago and it had made things considerably harder to verify. The other part had been that the point was to socially mingle online and then take it offline and find their happily ever after based on a sexual match that lead to more – the opposite approach of the stuffy dating websites.

  And he was pretty damn good at it. Even if he couldn’t find his own sexual partner to save himself. Women that weren’t interested in his site found him disgusting and the women that were, well he didn’t mix business with pleasure period. So in two years Matthew had received over one hundred and seventeen emails about happily married couples from his site and couldn’t get himself laid. More than once he’d contemplated breaking his no monitoring room and reading couples deviant playtimes to get himself off. His assistant had frowned and quit, leaving him running the company by himself and deciding it wasn’t the best idea.

  Using the tips of his toes to roll the chair back and forth he pulled open the various things he needed to check. Monday mornings were as un-stimulating as they were at any job. First he had to check on active customer’s payment accounts. Then he had to do a stroll through the private chat rooms and make sure that information from the previous couples had been successfully wiped when the clients left.

  “Monotonous. I run a cyber sex site and my times is spent playing check up on the most ridiculous things.” He spoke to no one but heard the familiar meow of his cat, Gallie, named for his secret love of Doctor Who. She was a hold over from his latest failed relationship. Three years of his life spent with a woman and he found her logged into his system as a client. He kept the cat and she had been served with a lawsuit. He couldn’t even remember what for but his shiny lawyers had gotten a decent check off of her so aside from having his heart shattered to bits he supposed it was a good thing.

  “Let’s check on our newest applicants.” he said to Gallie and then turned back to the computer. A quick grab of their ID numbers and he dumped them into the preliminary background check and got up to grab a cup of coffee while it ran, Gallie tagging close behind.

  “Think we can match a match this week girl?” he asked as he walked back into his home office. He only had two new applicants but he had a pool of almost fifty people waiting in the wings for a match. “What sexual deviant do we have in our midst today?” Gallie purred as if she was responding and he scanned the names.

  Loriane Mathers and Virginia L. Quark. He pulled open the photos in their applications. Photos were private but he used them as a secondary verification process to ensure online predators had no place at Cyber Room. Loriane’s photo lined up to her driver’s license which according the report was a valid Tennessee one. He took a sip of coffee and flipped to Virginia’s photo and almost spit the coffee out.

  She was one of the most beautiful women he had ever seen. And he’d seen a lot checking these applications out. Her hair was such a dark black it almost shined blue in the photo. Her eyes were so were blue they were almost purple. Her nose was small and pert and her lips were full and covered a beautiful smile. She was almost enchanted looking. He couldn’t ignore the jolt of lust that had blood rushing to his dick.

  He’d come across his fair share of attractive women applying. None that had ever caused such a knee jerk response in him though. Virginia L. Quark had most certainly turned his head.

  He reached a finger out and almost traced it down her face on the screen before realizing what he was supposed to be doing. Shaking his head he snapped his arm down and matched the photo to the license and the number on it to the state.

  Coffee sprayed across the screen and he almost choked. She lived in Atlanta. Almost six blocks from his brownstone. Where he was sitting, right now. “Stop it Matthew. You don’t snipe the applicants. Rule number one.”

  Sighing, he grabbed a screen cleaning cloth and used it to sop up the coffee. The problem with trying to ignore his overwhelming urge to match Virginia with himself, was the simple fact that he promised clients a twenty-four hour turn around on approvals. So he would have to look into her profile to see if she was someone who could even find a relationship at his company. That was hard to do when he just wanted to send her an email of intent right off the bat. Not that he even had a profile to do it from though.

  He leaned back in the chair and then readjusted his pants because they were now uncomfortably tight in the crotch. “Just read it like it’s a business.” Yea because that’s going to help, thinking a
bout how she’d do in a sexual situation. “Maybe you should just reject and ask her out.” He snorted. “Right, because she’s going to want to date a thirty-three year old computer nerd known for pairing up people based on their sexual pleasures.”

  Shaking his head he double clicked on the application questionnaire and read over her details. She was a thirty-two year old defense attorney at the DA’s office. One young son; five years old. Widowed from a car accident for three years. His eyes continued to scan down the information and try not to acknowledge how many things they shared in common. He felt himself swallow hard under sexual preference where it said adventurous. His hips shifted trying to whisk away the erection he had just from reading over her profile.

  He wouldn’t seek her out, her profile was perfect for his service and he shouldn’t get in the way of her finding happiness. Gallie must have concurred because she walked in front of the computer screen and rubbed against it once before walking away.

  Matthew pushed up his glasses and opened the acceptance letter. A few keystrokes and her name was added to the contract. He huffed as he dragged and dropped the attachment into the email. “Welcome to Cyber Room Virginia.”

  Chapter Two

  The ping-pong chime of Virginia’s iPhone startled her. She normally was more responsible before walking into court. She’d applied or the most insane venture a few days back and was so on edge waiting to see if she’d been accepted that she had forgotten.

  “Ms. Quark is there a pressing matter?” The judge asked and raised one bushy greying eyebrow.

  She reached her hand out to tip the cell phone towards her. “I’m sorry your honor. Let me check and make sure this isn’t my assistant with information on Mr. Gerald’s case.” She pushed the home button in on the phone and saw a text from a four-digit number – which typically meant a solicitation.