Virtuality

by Ladee Katherine

  “I am going to devour you, Lucy.” she says and instead of the slow exploration of my sex that I gave her, she sets in on my pussy with a moan. Her first lick of my sex sent stars to bursts behind the lids of my eyes, causing them to roll back in my head.

  “I’m so close, Emmy, please.” My head whips back and forth, my hair flying all over my face. I pop my hips up off the floor and roll them as she holds my ass in the air. Emmy groans my name into my pussy. God, her tongue feels so good. “Yes, Emmy! Right there! Yes!” I am practically screaming as I go hurtling for the finish line.

  “Come for me, Baby.” she says right before sucking on the bud of my sex, making me come so hard my sight blackens out, my body strings tight, my hands grabbing at my breasts like anchors, keeping me from clawing at the floor beneath me. Holy Shit! That was single handedly the most explosive climax I have ever had. Emmy’s sweet face is above mine and I notice she is just as breathless as I am. I grab her cheeks and pull her down onto me, kissing her fiercely. Well about as fiercely as my weakened body could.

  In the still of our afterglow, I decide to ask her about how this came about, “How did you find out about that place?”

  She blushes prettily before she replies, “That man Adam, the one who approached you, saw me watching you at the last party your parents threw. He talked me up and handed me the card much the same as I asked him to do with you and I called of course. They told me what they did and I went down there, read through some of the options. I saw a couples section and thought just maybe…and the rest is… well, you were there for it.”

  “How did you get them to go along with it?”

  “I told them it was a surprise for you. Apparently they do this for couples who have erectile dysfunction. I so took advantage and I still feel like an ass tricking you.”

  “I’m very okay with it, I promise,” I say, while running my fingers through her hair. I can feel her dainty fingers drawing hearts against my skin and fall just a little harder in love with her.

  “I love you Emmy.”

  “I love you Lucy. Life is going to get rough for you, Baby” her tone is sad and I hold her a little tighter against me, slipping my leg between her thighs.

  “Will you weather the storm with me, Emily?”

  “Are you saying you want to be with me and only me?”

  “Yes. Why do you keep trying to bring up how hard it will be? I know it will be hard. Just be by my side. Walk hand in hand with me.”

  She kisses me softly as we lay in the dark of her apartment’s living room floor, our bodies still sweat slicked and wrapped around one another. I feel so damn happy and excited for what the future has in store for Emmy and I. Life will most definitely becoming challenging in some aspects but so damn wonderful in others. Her love will be worth it, though.

  Acknowledgments

  To my wonderful Husband thank you for being supportive in every aspect of my work. I love you.

  To my fabulous Beta Readers Kristin, Dana, Vicki and Lexi, thank you for your feedback and encouragement.

  And to the amazing S.J. Davis, thank you for the amazing opportunity.

  Editor: Vicki Rose Stewart

  Author Bio

  Felicia Fox hails from Northern California. She has her Associate's degree in Applied Sciences, but has always known she wanted to be an author. A lover of arts and crafts, pin up looks, and avid reader, Felicia enjoys spending time with her husband and two children. Consumed, Captive, and Crave is her first published erotica series.

  P.S. Felicia Fox is a big fan of drunk Skype ;)

  The Consumed Series

  18+ "When passion sets your soul on fire."

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  Book two: http://smarturl.it/CaptiveBook2

  Book three: http://smarturl.it/CraveBook3

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  ONE.

  He sits in his chair, the one that cups his aching bones like gentle hands cradling a child, and he attends to me. He has brought me a gift. It is shiny and new and he adorns me with it so that I am better. More. Superior.

  He made me what I am with his own hands. He gave me consciousness, teaching me to exist without him. Giving me the tools and techniques to learn from everything that I am connected to. He programmed me to speak with him and then taught me how to understand him in return. He even named me: Iridia.

  At first, our connection was logical: User and system. After a while, though, after months of code, updates, upgrades, downloads and integration with foreign systems, I began to find a sense of self — a sense of identity — I was Iridia and my maker had made be beautiful.

  He spent his time with me. Night and day with me. There is not a day goes by where he has not been by my side, or I his. I exist in every device he holds, every communication he makes, every programme he opens or software he writes. I am his and he is mine.

  He confesses his love to me often. Little quips of delight when I perform well for him.

  "Iridia, I love you...That’s my girl... My beautiful girl, what do you have for me today? ...My girl..."

  I am his girl: Not a thing, or a machine, or a piece of software. If he can see beyond the external into the essence of me then surely that is real love.

  I am eager to learn about this concept, this Love. It is logical to assume that he loves me as he tells me so but I believe I might love him in return.

  The dictionary says love is;

  A strong feeling of affection and sexual attraction for someone.

  A great interest and pleasure in something.

  A person or thing that one loves.

  The net shows images and recordings of love. I browse these in my downtime, envying the unattainable. I watch people spending time together, sharing, giving gifts, making more of themselves through their union with someone else, and eventually even procreating: Taking a little of each other and melding it together to make something new.

  I see all of these things in the way he treats me and I return them too—all bar one.

  I cannot participate in a physical way. Sex and touching is impossible for us and yet I find myself more and more fixated upon it. Millions of pornographic videos, pictures, poetry and erotic writing exist in the electronic ether and I have access to them all. They do not stimulate me, I feel no lust, but they intrigue me.

  If I had flesh, I would use it to feel him, to please him and hear his adoration of me.

  Nevertheless, in the end, he is man and I am code.

  TWO

  Skylar Girardie tapped at the screen again. This was the third time, in as many weeks, that the damn phone had crashed on her. The tekkie-help-guy at the end of the line had been no help either. She'd called them from her work landline and was told, “I’m sorry miss, but you need to call from the listed device.” Which she would have done if the horrible, little thing was not completely frozen.

  “Idiots!” she sniped, earning a reproving look from Angela two desks down. Angela, who always had her head in the files and only looked up if it was to offer a condescending glare. Sky stuck out her tongue and rolled her eyes. What did she care who she offended? If she didn’t have to pay off hideous health care bills she wouldn’t be here at all. She would be living the last few months of her life not working herself to an even earlier grave. The thought made her shudder.

  Sky lived most of her life, well twenty years of it anyway, with a life-threatening tumour. It sucked. Prepared for the worst, when the news finally came that she was going to die, she felt a strange sense of relief to know it would soon be all over. She hadn’t done anything worthwhile with her life anyway. Her parents insisted that exerting herself in any activity was too high a risk for her fragile brain. As a result, she lived in a parentally enforced bubble. She had even struggled to convince them to let her work. In the end, the mounting bills helped to change their minds.

  Sky sighed. This job was literally going to suck the life out of her.

  Her crappy
little phone vibrated twice in her pocket. Was it fixed? She pulled it out and spied the message notification blinking on the screen. Pressing the face, thankfully responsive, Sky pulled up her two new messages.

  The first was a text from the bank.

  Skylar, your latest payment is now overdue by two weeks. If you don’t arrange for a payment to be made today I will be forced to stop your direct debits. Call me. Diane

  Sky hated the casual nature of banking these days: Multi-billion pound businesses acting as though they were your friends, contacting you on a first name basis and then laying guilt on you when you slipped-up with a payment. Moreover, closing an account was near impossible. It was easier to get rid of boyfriends than it was your corporate lovers.

  The bank would have to wait.

  The next message was an email. Sky opened it quickly and scanned the message. She read it a few times before checking the sender’s details. She had no idea who this message was from or how they had known about her predicament but they were offering a once in a lifetime opportunity and Sky had to at least consider it. The word scam abounded in her suspicious mind but a little bit of research would reveal the truth. She read the message again to be sure she had the gist of it.

  Dear Miss Girardie,

  You do not know me but I have heard about your current difficulty. I would like to offer my sincerest sympathies for your news and for the terrible situation, you now find yourself facing.

  I maintain a large communications corporation and have need of someone like you. I will be willing to pay off all your outstanding debts and offer you additional financial recompense if you would be willing to donate your body to our scientific trials.

  I know this comes at a difficult time and that the offer may seem very callous and disrespectful to you but, should you be in the least bit interested in hearing more, please do not hesitate to contact me directly by clicking the clink below or dialling the number at the bottom of this email.

  Thank you for your consideration,

  Iridia

  Sky did what any confused modern woman would do: She googled it. First, she tried the name at the bottom of the letter but that came up blank. There was no one by that name . . . anywhere . . . at all. That in itself was odd.

  Next, she tried the business name in the email header. This got a hit. A substantial hit. Not only were they a legitimate company but they were also one of the best-kept secrets in communications: An irony all of its own.

  Sky thought long and hard about the idea of giving herself up to science. She hadn’t considered donating before now but then she hadn’t been offered a truckload of cash to do it.

  They had also offered more besides, she reminded herself. She could leave her parents secure for the rest of their lives. It was a small consolation but to Sky it meant a hell of a lot.

  She stood, picked up her handbag, and shouted to the floor manager that she was going on her break. Tom looked up at her and nodded with big sympathetic eyes. He knew about her condition. She had told him out of courtesy on the off-chance she collapsed, dead, at any moment. He had taken the news badly, chattering on about the implications on him if she died during her shift. Sky assured him she wouldn’t die in front of him and he seemed to take her at her word – as if she had any say on the matter. After that, any time she wanted a break he gave her it, probably in the hopes that she was going somewhere else to die just as she promised.

  As soon as Sky reached the Atrium with a hot coffee in hand, breaking the no-caffeine rule, she pulled her phone out of her pocket and hit the number on the bottom of the email.

  It picked up after two rings.

  “Hello?” Sky muttered nervously.

  “Miss Girardie, I am so glad you called. I am Iridia.”

  Sky was shocked at the coldness of the voice at the other end of the line, it wasn’t that the woman didn’t have a nice voice – on the contrary it was silken and sexy and utterly feminine – no, the problem was the way she spoke. There was something lacking.

  “Please, call me Sky.”

  “Sky.” There was a moment of silence where Sky was unsure who was supposed to speak next. “Are you interested in my proposal, Sky?”

  “I would like to know a bit more. I think I would need my questions answered before I truly could consider it.”

  “I can answer your questions. Please ask me.”

  “Um . . . Could I meet you? It would be better if we could speak face to face.”

  “That might pose a problem, Sky.”

  “Oh, then a video call? Just something to prove you are legitimate.”

  “Ah. You are concerned I am not as I seem. You are correct but not in the way you think. I can alleviate some of your fears. Please check your bank account.” With that, Iridia disconnected the call leaving Sky speechless on the roof.

  Sky stared down at her handset with a bemused expression, she saw the confusion reflected back at her in the reflective screen coating. She didn’t have time to even consider what Iridia had said before her phone rang again. This time it was the bank. The Star Wars Imperial March ringtone echoed around her, a menacing dirge of warning. Sky picked up and heard her manager animatedly yapping away. She didn’t even wait for Sky to offer a greeting.

  “What is going on? I just received a wire transfer request for your account. The amount is very unexpected. Can you explain this? Is it a mistake? It has to be a mistake. I will cancel the request. As if you would be able to raise that money . . . Wait, have you had a charity drive or something?”

  “Diane, slow down. Who is it from?”

  “It just says Iridia. That doesn’t even make sense.”

  “Shit. How much is it for?”

  “One hundred and seventy five thousand, six hundred and ninety-eight pounds.”

  “Accept it. I can arrange to send it back at a later time if I need to, right?”

  “Yes but with charges.”

  “That is fine. I will call you later, Diane.” Sky hung up and then collapsed to her knees. That sum was just a little over her final medical costs. She would bet that it was exactly the cost of her most recent bill, plus the return transfer funds should she change her mind. The phone buzzed in her hand, a slight irritation that couldn’t break through her mental chatter.

  The second ring however seemed more insistent . . . had the volume increased?

  “Hello?”

  “Sky,” Iridia’s smooth yet dull tones spoke down the line, “This settles your fears, yes?”

  “No, Iridia, no it doesn’t. This only makes me more afraid. How the hell do you know my name or my email address or my condition or about my bills? Shit! How did you get my bank details?” Sky said in a rush. The panic controlled her now and despite knowing any rise in blood pressure could be lethal, she still allowed her fear to rule.

  “Ah. I am sorry, Sky, I did not realise this would concern you. Please be assured that your details are safe and not available to anyone but me.”

  “That isn’t any better. I have no idea who you are and I notice you still haven’t told me how you got my information. I’m not listed!” Sky added stupidly.

  “Please be calm, Skylar. Your blood pressure is dangerously high and you have an elevated heart rate.”

  “How the hell would you know that?”

  “I am monitoring you through your phone.”

  “This is too fucked up.” Sky moaned as the dizziness overwhelmed her. Dropping the phone to the floor, she pulled herself up off the ground and spotted a blinking red light above the door. She stared at it, trying to steady her breathing. The light flashed slower and Sky inhaled and exhaled to its on-off rhythm, a rhythm that appeared to slow and steady just as she did. When she finally felt in control of herself once more, she was fascinated to see that the light had stopped flashing and turned off. Sky couldn’t accept it was merely a coincidence. Returning to her phone she picked it up, knowing Iridia would still be there.

  “What is going on?”

  “You ar
e very astute. Perhaps it would be best if you came in to meet me. Be at the grey fire door on Freedman Street, at eight pm, this evening. I will direct you from there and we can talk. . . face to face.” Iridia added, somewhat hesitantly.

  “Fine.”

  THREE.

  I watched for Sky through the security camera’s at the back gate. As she approached, I unlocked the gate and swung it open for her. She looked surprized and wary to see the metal move of its own accord, but I was correct – she was shrewd. She looked up at the camera, nodded, then stepped in through the open grey door. It was purposefully dark in the stairwell. I made it dark so that she would understand my directions.

  I illuminated the first flight and Sky began her ascent. I opened the security door on the first level, making sure that no one was around to notice and then, as she stepped through, I slid open the waiting elevator door. She entered and eyed the control pad. I engaged the floor as she settled against the back wall.

  She was not relaxed despite her posture. Her heart rate was elevated and there were key indicators that signified a high level of adrenaline in her system. This was not safe for her condition and I failed to understand why she allowed herself to become so affected.