Trying the simulator was Frankie’s idea. After I told her all the sordid details, she figured the machine might have some input that we lacked. She even put in a call to King and had him and Jim scramble the security feeds so that Aven wouldn’t see us sneaking down here. The last thing we need is an interruption when we’re doing serious scientific work.
“All right, now go get in the chair so that we can see what it will be like when Aven fucks you,” she says.
See? Serious scientific work.
I hurry to the egg chair. As soon as my ass hits the cushion, the chair starts its slow journey forward. Gripping the sides, I wait for the screen to come to life. Aven and I appear seconds later.
“I just have to remove the limiter,” Frankie says through the speakers.
“Limiter?”
“Yeah. It seems not even Sim Aven is down to fuck. I’ll just have to reprogram that part with a manual override, and then...that should do it.”
“Will Sim Aven fuck anything else?”
“Let me check.” A few minutes pass. “With the limiter active, he refuses to fuck anything. Without it, he fucks you, his hand, and even a pillow with a hole cut in it. He’s not very picky.” The keys click. “Wait...I take that back. You’re theonlywoman he’ll fuck without the limiter.”
I smile and preen under this revelation. That is, until she comes back on the mic.
“I think we broke it when we removed the limiter.”
“Fuck it. Run the sim!”
I don’t care if it’s broken. All I need to see is if he can make me come as hard as Green Guy can. If I have that answer, I can finally end my torture.
Sim Aven and Sim Quinn come to life on the screen. We plan to run the same scenario twice with both men. We’re in a bedroom—Frankie chose the cruise cabins from their last retreat, as she assured me it was impossible not to fall in love there—and Sim Aven is currently kissing me. As Sim Quinn’s hands unfasten his pants, I hold my breath and wait for the moment he tells her to stop.
But he doesn’t. Sim Aven just groans into her mouth, encouraging her to keep going. Jim will need to clean the egg chair after this. Nothing is hotter than hearing a man hungry for a woman, and my panties are soaked.
“It’s working,” I say to Frankie, but then Sim Quinn pulls his cock from his pants, and the fantasy falls apart. “Why is it blurry? Who the fuck is censoring the sim?”
“The Chinese? I don’t know!” Frankie taps on the keys, but the blurry box remains. “I can’t get it to render his dick. The sim keeps saying I don’t have clearance.”
“When I was twelve, I watched scrambled porn on the Spice channel in hopes of seeing my first dick. Not eventhatwas as infuriating as this!”
Frankie laughs into the mic. “Want me to try to start it over?”
“No. Just let it run. I’ll use my imagination.”
The speakers go silent, and the scene continues. By the end, Sim Quinn is thoroughly satisfied.
“I don’t think a blurry censor box would leave my legs shaking like that, but okay,” I mutter.
“Sorry it wasn’t what you wanted,” Frankie says. “It was still pretty hot, though, not gonna lie. When he picked you up and tossed you on the bed when he wanted to go from doggy to missionary...whew, girl.”
“Yeah, that was pretty hot, wasn’t it?”
“Ready for the next?”
I nod and settle into my seat as the simulation resets, this time showing Sim Quinn and Sim Green Guy.
“Does he really wear that atrocious unitard?” Frankie asks with a laugh. “And you can’t decide which man you want?”
“He didn’t have it on last night, but yes and yes,” I say, though I’m laughing too. “You’d have to be there, girl.”
“No thanks.”
But our laughter tapers off abruptly as the sim starts again. From the kissing to the way he tosses me on the bed to change positions, the events play out identically. Granted, his dick isn’t blurred, but that gives me no new information anyway.
