Future of Porn

Those three little words were all that were on the folded paper inside the business envelope sitting on her desk by the flat screen monitor. Mia had swept into her office that Friday morning going ninety miles an hour at least, and her mind was multi-tasking on about twelve different projects at the same time.

So, the envelope had sat there for most of the morning without her thinking about it or why it might be there. Once Mia had slowed down and had her thoughts in cruise control, she absent mindedly picked it up, opened and read it.

“Huh, how strange.” she thought.

Starting to rip it in half and toss it in her circular file (though her trash can was oval), she had instead put it back in the envelope and sat it by her monitor. It briefly crossed her mind throughout the day, and she worked up several short, snippy replies to the three little words in the middle of a plain white sheet of paper. As a last minute item before leaving, she pulled it back out and scrawled across the paper “So do I” and stuffed it back in the envelope.

Noticing Monday morning that the envelope seemed a little fatter than it had the previously, she still didn’t open or look at it until after ten thirty. While taking a breather when Kelly (her office rival) was in talking about some mundane thing, she had opened it again.

Gasping and using her very best poker face, she had cut Kelly short and got her out of her office.

Inside the envelope was a new sheet of paper with the words ” LIKE THESE ” and four pictures of her either pulling on a nipple or rubbing herself inside her panties. From the different clothes she had on in the pictures, she knew that these were taken on different days and at different times. But her face was unmistakable in the photos, and her hand was either on a nipple or massaging her pussy.

Quickly glancing around the room to make sure no one was there, but her…she then got up and gave the whole place a thorough scan to see where a camera might be hidden. On her hands and knees, she checked under her desk and moved her briefcase and trash can to see if anything was concealed behind them. Exasperated and still a bit shaken, she had sat down again to closely go back over the note and pictures.

Various people (the Techs and other support reps) came by her office to discuss different projects and problems, but her mind was shot for the rest of the day. Finally, with her nerves about frazzled to the max, she had put the pictures at the back of her briefcase, and had written on the note “What do you want??”

Looking around one last time, she had left for the day and gone home to worry all night about how this happened to her.

She had never dressed overly provocative, but stylish and showing her best assets off to her utmost advantage. Tall, blonde, and a full, creamy set of 36DDs, she still had a super sharp mind and could match the best in the IT field. Accidental exposures of her lush body had happened, but she didn’t dress to flaunt or show everything to everybody.

Whereas, her rival, Kelly would dress on the very edge of showing her nipples and pussy; she had never gone beyond business chic.

She felt that a hint sometimes was more than enough, and didn’t see sticking in anyone face was necessary or right.

Overhearing conversations among the Techs and support guys, Mia had picked up that they thought of her and Kelly as the Goddesses of the entire company. After they discussed Sand, the Oracle Grid, and whatever corner of the computer world they were in…then, they would get around to baseball, cars, or women.

Women, in particular, being her and Kelly.

Kelly had come to work at various times in super short skirts, and even sheer blouses without a bra. Although this had caused a stir, not to mention a few hard-ons, Kelly had gotten away with it as she was very slim, brunette and barely a 34B. Views of her nipples were enough though to keep the Techs sniffing around her all day long.

Mia had always worn a bra, even though she wore sheer, lacy demi-cup bras that frequent let her nipples pop over the top of the cups. Still, she kept her jacket or suit coats on and never just stuck her nipples out for full viewing.

From bits and pieces of the Techs conversations (when they didn’t know she was listening in), she also knew her and Kelly’s nicknames among the Techs. Kelly was known as “Miss Nips” and she was referred to as “THE FEAST”. Several had said that they thought she was like an All-You-Can-Eat gourmet buffet, and they would love to dine all over her for months, if not forever. A few even stated they would be more than happy just to sup at her founts for as long as she would let them.

Giving up the least iota of control was against everything she could even think of, but still this was beyond her sphere of influence, and could damage her personally and professionally. Along with accidental exposures, she had flashed once in a while, and found it thrilling to show her full, firm breasts, nice perky nipples, and juicy pink pussy to strangers.

However, this was something totally different as this had to be someone who knew her, where she worked, a whole lot about her body, and her frequent nipple pulling, and pussy massage practices.

Getting to work a little early the next day, she could hardly restrain herself from ripping the envelope open to see what it was going to cost her to resolve this unexpected turn of events. Carefully and slowly she eased the sheet of paper from the envelope, then just sat and starred at the words “Visions (and possibly a taste) of your loveliness” on the page. Turning the paper over, and even looking at the edges of it, she looked for a further explanation.

“This is a game someone is trying to play on me.” She thought. “Well, bring it on…as this is no Bimbo you’re messing with.”

Mia loved a good challenge and could play games with the very best of whomever. After lunch and several meetings, she had stopped by her office before leaving for the day, and found an envelope sitting in the middle of her desk, not by the monitor where she knew she had left it. Glancing around to see if anyone was nearby, she started to set it by the monitor, but decided to check it before leaving. “NO panties tomorrow, only lacy top hose” were the new words on the paper.

“Now, the game begins in earnest.” She muttered to herself.

Pulling on her nipples almost all the drive home, she hadn’t given a thought to other drivers seeing what she was doing. It was almost a reflex action, and she had occasionally had to stop herself from her nipple stimulation, or pussy massage before it became a constant habit.

Several times before, she had briefly thought that if she didn’t stop pulling and rolling her nipples so much, they would get over an inch long and almost impossible to get into a bra. But both the nipple work outs and pussy massages were ingrained in her from puberty, and besides, they felt SO GOOD.

Without really thinking the next morning, Mia had dressed for work and put on her sheer black bra that almost never kept her nipples covered. She had slipped on the matching sheer black thong, pulled it tightly onto her clean shaven pussy causing her lips to budge out. It showed her slit off very nicely with the pink visible through the sheer silky material. Smoothing down her tight blue pin striped suit top and short skirt, she was more than ready for whatever the day might bring her way…she thought.

High Heels clacking down the hallway, she had strode to her office and was disappointed that no envelope was waiting on her desk. “What a coward” passed through her mind, as she began to handle all the different, varied items that were her domain. Nothing had appeared on her desk, though she had had a ultra busy and almost frantic day. Leaned back, relaxing in her chair for a moment or two before leaving, she realized another envelope was sitting at the front of her screen.

“AH, HA, Let’s see what’s new for today.” Mia exclaimed to herself.

Stunned and in complete shock, she sat and starred at the words, “BAD GIRL”, and pictures of her standing nude, offering her breasts to unseen persons beyond a window. Two other pictures showed her sitting outside on a balcony rubbing her pussy while pulling on her nipples at the same time.

Once the fog and haze had cleared her mind, she quickly stuffed everything in her briefcase, and left to find a quiet secluded place to analyze what was happening to her. “This is a much, much better player than I thought” she mused as she sipped her wine.

She had wanted to have her office swept by the security staff (she knew the Security Chief), but now realized that this went beyond her office. The latest pictures had been taken when she was traveling on business and staying a Marriott and a Wyndham hotel.

Having grossly underestimated her opponent made her want to carefully look over all angles and aspects. There was no threat in any of the messages, maybe an implied one, but nothing the least bit overt in that respect. As yet, nothing had been asked of her that would be risky or dangerous in any way. But, somehow, this person knew when she hadn’t complied with what they had asked.

Resolving to be a bit more compliant with whatever was asked of her, she kept in the back of her mind that she could still win by seeming to be a submissive player until she found the right opportunity to pounce.

Surprised at the refreshing, peaceful night sleep, she had chosen to dress in a manner she thought would get her opponent off guard. Beige linen skirt and jacket with an ultra sheer nude color bra that at glance seem to be only seams and nothing else, and a very, very sheer white blouse.

Definitely no panties, but white, lacy top silky hose that would stay up by themselves, and she was ready to rumble.

More than pleased with herself, she had had a great morning and was looking forward to an all afternoon meeting on some new projects they were considering. Rounding the corner of the break room, she ran into a Tech as he was turning from the microwave. Of all idiotic things, he had a sausage dog with mustard and got it all on the left side of her suit coat.

Cussing and muttering to herself, she ignored his apologies and raced to the ladies to try and rinse it out before it stained the linen material. Starring in the mirror, while her coat soaked in the sink, were her nipples jutting out over the almost nothing bra and sheer blouse.

“Oh, HELL, I can’t go to the meeting like this. I might as well be topless, and it would almost be less visible than I am now.”

Putting her lightening quick mind to work, she rummaged through her purse until she found (at the bottom, of course) an old bottle of liquid, cover up make up that matched her skin tone. Unbuttoning her blouse and pulling down the cups of the bra, she carefully applied the liquid to her nipples and areolas. Blowing on them to dry a little quicker had almost given her an orgasm, but just left her nicely wet, and juicy for the meeting.

Wearing her jacket over her shoulders and folded back in front (to hide the mustard stain), had caused the white blouse and her nipples to be protruding at the front edge of the coat. When the make up had dried it had made her nipples pull and crinkle up, which left a constant tingle in them. But as they were now flesh colored, it didn’t show that bra was also super sheer. Knowing that her nipples were in plain, open sight although the others didn’t realize what they were seeing had kept her wet and horny the entire meeting.

Driving home, almost steering with her knees as her hands were busy, with the right one rolling and pulling her nipples and the left massaging her pussy into three good climaxes. She had unbuttoned her blouse the moment she got into her car, and hiked her skirt up as she was in dire need of attention in those areas.

Other drivers honking or hollering at her when they saw what she was doing was totally ignored as she was in her own world of euphoria.

Thinking later that it was good she hadn’t had an accident or caused any (that she knew of), but cleaning up the juicy puddle in her seat just about had her going again. Keeping a towel handy, or sitting on one in the future might be a good idea if her arousal level stayed this high, she mused.

A deep, exhausted sleep had helped, as she needed the rest from having three (Well, actually five) good orgasms, as she had pleasured herself twice more before falling asleep. She again dressed carefully hoping to flush out whoever was running this game.

Satiny, blue denim skirt and jacket, with a sheer light blue blouse and bra that matched the one from the previous day except for color (blue, of course). Through the blouse you could see just blue lines of the bra straps and edges of the bra cups, with her nipples almost cherry red and very prominent over the tops of the bra cups. Light blue hose with the lacy elastic top, and she was ready for any challenge.

Her nipples wouldn’t even make an effort to stay within the bra cups, and she wondered if her breasts were swollen or growing, or possibly her bras were shrinking. Oh, well, at least she could keep this jacket on no matter what, as it would resist any type stain. She had spilled coffee on it before, and it had wiped off without any spotting or stains.

Accepting the apology from the Tech who had bumped into her the previous day, she was definitely happy to have on the jacket. A large group of Techs were in the break room discussing nine I racks and other hardware, and she could feel her nipples rubbing her blouse as she got her morning coffee. Without the jacket she would have started a small riot (or some major hard wood).

The proverbial envelope was sitting at the front of her screen, and she smiled as she reached for it. “VERY NICE…THANK YOU” were the words in the middle of the page which gave her a good, warm feeling. Proud of herself, she had a great morning and got a tremendous amount accomplished. However, she also noticed that she was a bit wet and itchy in her bare pussy area.

Still feeling warm and fuzzy from the early compliment, she had returned from a late lunch to find yet another envelope on her desk. Thinking it might be the next days request, she had opened it to find “LOSE THE JACKET” on the paper inside.

“HA,” she thought. I learned this trick yesterday, and headed for the ladies room for a repeat of what she had done so well the previous day. Digging in her purse, she found the liquid cover up bottle, but once she opened it discovered that she had used it all.

“SHIT, SHIT, SHIT,” ran through her mind, but once again she found a way to improvise a solution. Going back to her purse, she had dug out her blue eye shadow. Opening her blouse she didn’t even have to pull down the bra cups as her nipples seemed to be ready for her today. Covering her nipples with blue eye shadow, then blowing on them to dry, she had a small orgasm and had to dry her pussy also.

Walking back to her office, it was all she could do NOT to look down at her blue nipples, as she knew she was going to be wet and horny again all afternoon.

Wet and wetter was the best way to describe her state these days, and she kept the kleenex in her office handy as her pussy needed…no, demanded frequent blotting. A large wet spot in the back of her skirts, or a puddle of her creamy juices in her chair was not anything she wanted as part of her corporate image.

Resolving to stop on the way home and pick up some aerosol for her office, she had once again unbuttoned her blouse and hiked up her skirt for the stimulating ride home.

“LICK ME ALL OVER” was the name of the air freshener she found, and almost came right in the store when she thought about it. Getting back in her car after shopping, she realized she had forgotten to rebutton her blouse, and had shown her blue nipples to all she had encountered. No wonder the check out clerk had starred at her and stammered when giving her her receipt.

Laughing at herself and what she had done, the ride home was another nipple pulling, pussy massage session that had her panting by the time she parked her car. Keep this up and I’ll never have to go to a gym again, she thought as she wiped out the car seat with the towel she had remembered to have available. Not only accepting, but almost reveling in this game, she was still waiting for the right opportunity to turn it around.

So cheerful that she almost sang in the shower, she reviewed what she might wear for the day. A light pale creamy gold blouse with a bit of a blue stripe thru it and a short tight dark blue velour skirt were her choices. Since nothing would show through the blouse, she went with a shelf type bra that thrust her breasts and nipples out.

It looked like an offering to any lucky person who had the joy of seeing it, but was covered by the blouse that draped over the bare nipples and breasts.

Gold, shimmery hose and Mia was more than ready and aroused just feeling and knowing what she had on.

Not moving or swaying her breasts too much under the blouse was a necessity, as just the normal movement of her nipples rubbing against the silky material kept her in a high state of wanting to pull on them.

Her freshly shaven pussy was creaming quite well on its own, and she had to be careful that her juices didn’t run down her legs.

The new air freshener was a hit, as different Techs, and even Kelly had commented favorably on its aroma.

They had all cracked up over the name “LICK ME ALL OVER” and Mia thought “Yeah, but you don’t know how badly I want someone to take it literally.”

The morning envelope by her monitor had the simple word “OUTSTANDING” and she was giddy with the rush of endorphins that went thru her whole body. Knowing that she was falling into a trap of some kind; still, she loved this game and looked forward to whatever the next step might be.

Bouncing through all the office as she did her various projects and problems to be solved, she had a huge smile as the feeling of her breasts being bare and almost totally free was not known by anyone, but her.

After another late lunch, she was pleasantly surprised to find another envelope sitting in front of her monitor. Eagerly she opened it as she could feel some objects inside, and wondered what it could be in there.

Two round filigree gold loop rings and a gold clip type thing fell out into her hand from the envelope, and Mia just starred at them. Reading the words on the paper that only said “WEAR THESE” left her mind in turmoil for a brief moment. Suddenly the lights went back on in her head, and she had to keep from laughing and swishing as she went to the Ladies room.

Unbuttoning her blouse and pulling her nipples through the flat gold rings had left her breathless as she now contemplated the the gold clip. Stopping to admire how the gold rings looked on her breasts, she was actually quite pleased with how they pulled her nipples out with just the right amount of pressure.

After blotting and drying her clit several times, she managed to get the gold clip seated over it.

“Like I really needed these…to get my focus on my nipples and pussy.” She thought as she wandered back to her office to finish the day.

Yet, it was a continual rush talking with the Techs and others that came by her office, and would never guess what she did and didn’t have on under her blouse and skirt.

Driving home, Mia had actually considered removing her blouse to display to the world her gold tipped breasts. But she had settled for unbuttoning it completely and letting the air conditioner caress them instead.

The clip on her clit, however, was another matter, as it was slipped back and forth, and pulled to keep her flowing with sweet cream all the way home.

Resting in the garage once she got there, the thoughts of “I gotta get a bigger towel” and “Thank goodness, I don’t have a longer drive home” filled her mind as she leaned back in her car seat.

“Ladies, I am now going to honor my wife by giving her a 21-gun…I mean a 21-”cum” salute!”

He turned to the men.

“Gentlemen, are you ready?”

They responded in the affirmative.

“Okay, Bonnie,” he said, “I want you to countdown from 10 to 1.”

The drum roll began as my sister began the countdown. As soon as she started, the men began to furiously jerk their huge pricks in unison, their swollen balls bobbing up and down in a most amusing way. They drew in close to her now, ready to fire their full supply of cum over her body.

“Seven,” she said, preparing herself for the oncoming launch of semen.

Philip was stroking his enormous prick too, but his tugging seemed to be less insistent. I think he was waiting for the others to unload before he shot off.

“Four,” she continued, this time cringing somewhat as the sperm shower grew imminent.

Alice and Patti Ann stood up on their chairs to get a better view and I noticed that the entire audience was now very quiet, awaiting the baptism by cum with hushed enthusiasm.

“Two!” Bonnie cried. “This is it girls!”

Before the countdown ended, the first of the ten cocks erupted in a creamy display of various-sized globs of spunk that spurted an astounding 15 feet into the air. Almost simultaneously, the other men began shooting their loads within seconds of each other, the wads of sticky paste forming vertical lines of continuous white far above Bonnie’s head. She squealed as the multitudinous cumshots flew past, lifting her head to follow the ascending streams of joyous spunk as they made their way upward into the night sky, and then quickly raising her hands above her head to shelter her from the inevitable return journey.

I watched in astonishment as the bountiful ropes of sperm came crashing down upon her in one massive collision, her face and hair taking the brunt of the first onslaught. There was no escape. Try as she might, the sticky goo ultimately found its way onto every part of her body. She laughed as stream after stream of sperm was released, the men treating her body like they were icing a cake. Below her, a puddle of spunk had formed and was growing bigger as glob after glob dripped off her body in gelatinous clumps.

What I was now witnessing was something very similar to the “cum on command” technique I had employed during my experiment the week before. I knew that simultaneous ejaculations could occur between two men. I had done that much myself in my Clinic. But to have ten men experience almost simultaneous orgasms was unprecedented. There was no doubt in my mind now that my drug was responsible, and again, Michelle was quick to point out this fact to me.

“Do you still think this is all a coincidence?” she said, unable to tear her gaze away.

I just shook my head. I did not want to even consider the possibility of subterfuge in my ranks, let alone indulge in outright accusations against people when I had no viable proof. Someone had stolen my drug, but when and how it was done remained a mystery.

The last of the cumshots flew out beyond the edge of the arena and then the men drew away from Bonnie, leaving her adrift in a sea of sperm. The audience cheered.

“I need a towel!” she screamed.

Philip handed her a large bath towel and helped her to wipe the thick coating of cum from her body. After she had regained some of her composure, she stood up and approached the microphone.

“Alice, come up here please.”

The young girl didn’t waste a second as she climbed over her sister and scurried toward the stage. I had no idea what Bonnie had in mind for the girl and Patti Ann looked equally surprised. My curiosity was soon sated when I saw Bonnie take Alice’s hand and place it on Philip’s cock, while she sat back down in the chair facing the audience. Alice then began a rigorous handjob on Philip, and at the same time guided his prick into Bonnie’s waiting mouth. Bonnie swallowed every inch of him, at times forcing Alice to withdraw her hand as her lips slid down to its base. I knew the girl wanted to get her hands on his splendid prick, and she had found a way to do it. She, like my sister before her, had entered the ranks of practiced manipulators.

Alice worked on him like a pro, and in less than a minute he had completely surrendered himself to the overwhelming sensations of her handjob.

“Oh, Alice!” Philip screamed. “I’m creaming for you baby!”

I don’t know if Bonnie was bothered by this statement uttered by her husband in the throes of orgasm or not, but her face expressed no displeasure. She ordered Alice to pull back and aim the tip of Philip’s prick at her open mouth as the girl furiously masturbated him. Within seconds he started to come, his first spurt shooting out over Bonnie’s head and landing several feet behind her. Alice was delighted at the results of her fine handjob and made certain the next shot ended up in Bonnie’s mouth. The second rope of sperm found its target, splashing against her tongue and palette with such force that most of the white cream found its way back out of her mouth and onto her legs.

Alice’s hand viciously assaulted Philip’s swollen cock, demanding from it everything that he had. I watched her force out several ropes of sperm at once, surprised and overjoyed not only at the amount of cum she way extracting, but at the distance it flew. She seemed to have difficulty in getting the fast-spurting streams of spunk to fly into Bonnie’s mouth, but Bonnie didn’t seem to mind. She merely followed Alice’s gaze as together they, along with 300 other pairs of female eyes, saw rope after rope of creamy hot paste shot out over her head and into the void.

Philip looked dazed. He was totally under the control of the young girl’s ferocious stroking and let her do with him whatever she wanted. I knew Alice loved the fact that she had this strong, handsome man literally in the palm of her hands. I could only conjecture that Bonnie allowed this because she, in some way, felt she owed it to Philip, either as a reimbursement for the wonderful birthday party he had provided for her, or as a simple gesture of love. In any event, I now knew which of the twins Bonnie favored.

Bonnie took several more shots to her face and mouth as Philip continued to spurt. Alice’s stroking remained constant and steady, never once releasing or disrupting her tempo throughout the entire time. She laughed as Bonnie’s face became lacquered with Philip’s hot paste, aiming his prick so that her entire features were bathed in sperm. One final spurt landed straight in Bonnie’s mouth and she swallowed the creamy offering with gusto. Alice then bent down to lick the remaining sperm off of Philip’s cock, which delighted my sister to no end. The two women embraced each other and along with Philip they acknowledged the deafening roar of applause with a graceful bow. The show was over, but my investigation into the theft of my drug was about to begin.

Convinced now beyond a shadow of a doubt that what I had witnessed was not the freakish, volume-producing cumshots of a bevy of gifted, but perfectly normal, men, but rather the effects of EJAX-472, I dialed the Clinic on my cell phone in hopes of getting to the bottom of this mystery. I knew that Lynette was now on duty and I asked to speak with her.

“Do me a favor, Lynette.” I began, “I want you to go into my office and open the wall safe.

“You want me to open the safe did you say?”

“Yes. It’s very important.”

I gave her the combination and waited as she wrote down the numbers.

“What’s this all about doctor?” she inquired.

“I’m acting on a hunch,” I replied. “There are six bottles of EJAX-472 stored in the safe—about 300 tablets of the drug in total. I want you to open the safe and tell me if any of the bottles have been removed. Please hurry.”

“Right away, doctor.”

I could tell by the tone of Lynette’s voice that she was puzzled by my request. But being the dutiful assistant she was, she went about her task without further comment.

Several minutes passed before she came back on the phone.

“They’re gone,” she said with alarm.

“All the bottles?”

“Yes,” she replied. “The safe is completely empty.”

“Everything’s gone?” I yelled into the phone.

“Everything, doctor,” she replied.”

Not only had the drug been stolen, but all my papers related to the experiment, including several sample videos, had disappeared from right under my nose. But how?

“Doctor, are you there?”

“Oh, yes Lynette. I’m sorry.”

“Is there anything you want me to do?”

“No, I’ll take care of it. Thank you.”

I hung up the phone unable to believe what I had just heard. It seemed Michelle had been right after all. Someone in my employ had betrayed me.

A burning sensation started to rise up from the pit of my stomach as the realization of the magnitude of the theft was assimilated into my addled brain.

“Who could have done it?” Rebecca asked with disbelief. “You’re the only one with the key to your office.”

“Well somebody managed to get in!” I said angrily. “Three hundred fucking tablets—60,000 milligrams—of EJAX-472 floating around on the streets! Jesus Christ!”

Michelle jumped into Bonnie’s unoccupied seat. “All right Christiana, calm down,” she said, putting her hand on my shoulder.

I was so infuriated over the idea that I had been betrayed that I pushed Michelle’s comforting hand away.

“I will not calm down! I want to know who did this to me!”

I looked at Maria and Cheryl, then at Michelle and Rebecca, searching each of their faces for any sign of betrayal, even while knowing perfectly well that all of them were completely innocent. I even looked suspiciously at poor Patti Ann, who was now so drunk she looked at me through eyes half closed.

“You’re looking in the wrong place,” Michelle said, noting my distress. “I think you better speak to Bonnie—now.”

“She had nothing to do with it,” I said, defensively.

“Not her,” she replied, “Philip.”

Her insinuation that my brother-in-law could somehow be held suspect left me speechless.

“What the hell are you talking about, Michelle?” Rebecca asked, sharing my surprise.

Michelle stared at Rebecca and me, mystified at our inability to comprehend what she perceived to be perfectly obvious. “Do I have to spell it out for the both of you?” she began. “The theft at the Clinic was done by a professional. And it’s highly probable that this thief had a bit of help from the inside. It’s also highly probable that these men are not all capable of producing such vast amounts of ejaculate without the aid of some drug—”your” drug Christiana. I’ll bet my life on it. Now, there is only one person to my knowledge who has the power, the money, and the connections to pull off such a stunt, and that person is standing up there right now.”

The three of us turned our gaze simultaneously toward the arena, where Philip was still taking bows with Bonnie and the entire cast of players. I found it difficult to accept that this otherwise charming and devoted man could be responsible for such a despicable act.

“I can’t believe Philip would do such a thing,” I said.

“Why not?” Michelle retorted. “It’s no secret that the man deals in drugs. Bonnie told me that he’s got connections all over the known world. Do you really think he could be that stupid as to not see what’s going on right in his own backyard?”

“Well, what do you expect me to do? Go up there and start accusing this man of stealing my drug without any proof?”

“Proof?” Michelle barked. “You have all the proof you need right here, and 300 women to vouch for it!”

“And it’s all on film,” Rebecca reminded me.

I did not want to believe what Michelle was telling me, but her explanation was entirely plausible. Philip was indeed a very powerful man and certainly had the resources available for his many and varied extravaganzas like the one we were being treated to right now. If what she said was true, I would have to intervene. But I was not going to go to the police under any circumstances. To implicate my sister in Philip’s illicit scheme would mean dragging the both of them down into the nether regions of Sweden’s highly bureaucratic legal system, a journey into a hellish world from which neither would escape intact. I could not do this to her. Even Philip, with all his power and prestige, would not be exempt from the harsh punishments inflicted upon those who deal with illegal drugs. Up to this point he had been lucky, and I did not want to be the one to be responsible for destroying the lives of my sister and her husband in my quest for the truth. However, if he was guilty, I was not about to let him get away unscathed. Bonnie, I knew, would not allow it either. I made this clear to both my friends.

“Okay, Michelle, you’ve convinced me,” I said with reluctance. “Ladies…I’m going to need you all now.”

“We’re with you boss.” Rebecca said.

“What are you going to do?” Michelle asked.

“We know Philip has been given the drug. But if the other men have EJAX-472 in their bloodstreams, then they should be able to provide us with another series of massive ejaculations. I’m going to put my theory to the test.”

“What if you’re wrong, doctor Swensen?” Cheryl asked.

“If I’m wrong, I’ll look like a fool and my sister will probably disown me. But if Philip is behind all this, he will have to be punished. In any event, we’ve got to know the truth. Let’s go.”

Rebecca, Cheryl, Maria, and I walked quickly toward the arena. During the few moments it took us to make the trip, many thoughts ran through my mind, not the least of which was how my sister was going to react to my accusations about her husband. The music was still playing and most of the performers were still in the arena as I made my way toward the microphone. My unexpected entrance surprised Bonnie and Philip, but I said nothing to either of them as I tried to formulate the words to the speech I knew had to be delivered. The girls remained at the edge of the ring, awaiting my instructions. I noticed that the evil clown, who was standing far to my right, had a dour expression on his face, as if in anticipation of something unpleasant about to happen.

“What the hell are you doing sis?” Bonnie asked, perplexed.

Without a word to my sister, I asked the orchestra to stop playing and then proceeded to address the audience.

“May I have your attention please,” I began. “My name is Dr. Christiana Swensen. I am Bonnie Olmstead’s sister and I want to apologize to her and everyone here for this intrusion. However, I have something very important to say.”

Taking a deep breath, I continued.

“Last week I conducted an experiment at my Clinic to test the viability of a drug I created called ‘EJAX-472′. In essence, EJAX-472 is a male fertility drug that helps men with sexual dysfunctions by increasing sperm volume and sperm count. I recently learned that several bottles of the drug have been stolen from my Clinic and I have very good reason to believe, based on the amount of ejaculate produced here tonight, that all these men have taken the drug. I don’t know who stole it or how it was accomplished, but it is my belief that Philip Olmstead is—all, or in part—responsible.”

The response from the crowd was one of complete shock. Philip stared at me as though I were some invading alien from outer space that had just crash-landed on his lawn. Bonnie couldn’t believe what she was hearing.

“Are you out of your fucking mind?” she exclaimed.

“Ladies,” I said into the microphone, “with very few exceptions, no normal man could have produced the kind of orgasms you have witnessed here tonight. I am telling you that these ejaculations were artificially induced by the ingestion of EJAX-472. It is my intention to prove that Philip Olmstead managed to get his hands on my drug so that he could use it for his own selfish ends. I accuse him of theft and the unlawful and unethical use of EJAX-472!”

My accusation against my own brother-in-law was a bitter pill to swallow for the unsuspecting, incredulous crowd, most of who knew Philip and admired him greatly. I noticed the hurt in his eyes, but I also noticed something else—guilt; that downcast, furtive look I had come to know so well from years of intimate acquaintance. That one look made me want to prosecute him even more.

Suddenly, I felt a sharp tug on my arm.

“How could you!” Bonnie said, trying to keep her voice down. “How could you do this to me!”

“Why don’t you tell her the truth Philip?” I asked him.

“There is nothing to tell,” he said without looking at me. “I think you’d better leave.”

“Not until you tell me the truth,” I demanded. “Did you give my drug to those men?”

“No!” he said emphatically.

“Give it up sis,” Bonnie warned. “You’re making us all look like fools up here.”

“Wake up Bonnie!” Do you really think those men could cum like that without the help of my drug?”

“Maybe, I don’t know,” she replied, visibly upset. “Maybe some guys can come like that without taking your damn drug. But to accuse my husband…”

“You must think I’m stupid not to have figured it out Philip,” I said interrupting her. “I know the physical reactions to my drug. I can recognize their effects anywhere. For a while I wasn’t sure, but that’s because I didn’t want to face the fact that one of my friends might have betrayed me. But after that last display, I have no doubt in my mind that EJAX-472 is responsible. And to prove my theory, I’m going to ask all the men who performed here tonight to come back into the arena and allow themselves to be masturbated.”

“Oh, boy, you’ve really lost it Christiana!” Bonnie said angrily.

“What is that going to prove?” Philip asked, his lips trembling.

“If I am right, then all the men will experience multiple sustained orgasms, producing volumes of sperm that would be completely impossible if the drug were not in their systems. They will not be able to help themselves.”

“Forgive me,” he said in a suddenly authoritative manner, “but you can’t order anyone to do anything. This is my house and I am…”

“No, wait a minute Philip,” Bonnie interrupted. “What better way to prove to the whole world that my sister is a raving lunatic?”

“Bonnie, no…” he protested.

“Yes, Philip,” she said decisively. “Since she got here she’s been doing everything in her power to ruin my birthday. And now this! Calling my husband a liar and a thief in front of all my friends. I’ve been embarrassed and humiliated and I’ve had it!”

Remaining steadfast in her selfishness, I noticed that it was my sister, and not her husband, who had been the victim of embarrassment and humiliation. Even in times of trial, it was always about Bonnie.

“This is ridiculous.” The show is over,” Philip stated.

“The show is not over until I say it is. Do as she asks.”

Philip looked uncomfortable in his nakedness.

“Is this necessary Bonnie?”

“Yes, it’s necessary. I don’t want people accusing you of things that aren’t true, even if the one making the accusations happens to be my own sister.”

She thrust her hands on her hips and glared at me.

“I can’t believe you would do such a thing on my birthday, Christiana,” she continued. “I’m going to prove you wrong once and for all. And when this is all over, I never want to see you again!”

“Bonnie, please…”

She turned her back on me at that point and I decided that it was useless to win her over with words alone. She would have to have the evidence staring her right in the face if there was any chance of convincing her of her husband’s treachery.

Philip made one more attempt to dissuade Bonnie from having the men perform, but she only had to look at him once to make him understand that her orders were to be carried out immediately and without question.

During the course of the evening, fourteen men had publicly ejaculated, not including the young waiter, Craig, who was subsequently ordered to join all the others in the ring. It was my guess that these man had plenty of ejaculations left in them, and I was anxious to get at the truth.