“Did the package arrive Timothy?” Fiona placed delicious emphasis on his name, it was of the most importance to make her ‘friend’ feel important.
He apparently couldn’t wait to get started, finished (?), various spastic movements slurred his speech.
“Did you open it?”
“C-c-c-can’t it wait until next time?”
Fiona made an exaggerated point of reaching for the camera to change the view. Its slow visual journey traversed the many nuances of her form; a tight midsection marred not by the evidence of an ill diet, natural full breasts amazingly unaffected by the curse of gravity and the ravages of age (Fiona vehemently stated often that she was not a day over thirty) and smooth alabaster skin free from bruise, blemish and split decision permanent ink designs.
The camera stopped its advances as the freckled flesh of her shoulders and the soft features of her face filled the screen.
Vanity be damned! She couldn’t help but admire her own beauty.
The image in the uppermost corner of the screen wavered, then came sharply into focus as a multitude of jarring motions abated finally ceasing altogether.
“OK. OK, I’ll get it!”
Fiona sensed a note of disappointment, trepidation and more than a smidgen of unwillingness in his voice but she was assured she could work past it given her exceptional abilities. Utilizing her alluring charm and sexuality and a gently coaxing nature usually worked to get her what she wanted, admittedly she rarely broke a sweat in any of her endeavors.
Timothy’s form moved out of view but not before he giggled (a menacing, creepy sound if ever she heard it) and took a moment to vividly display his stained undergarments in an unbridled ceremony of tucking his flaccid genitals back within the confines of his hastily zippered pants.
“I’ll be right back.”
Don’t hurry. After all you’re paying me by the hour, not the climax.
She inwardly mused if said package moved even slightly since making it past the front door.
Timothy surprised her by stepping back into view almost immediately, his face adorned by a shit eating grin. “It’s all ready to go. You look shocked!”
“Pleasantly.” Fiona smiled, genuinely. “I hope it fits, I didn’t know your exact measurements.” In actuality one size fit all though it was to her advantage that Fiona continued to pander.
“This is amazing. It’s like something from a Star Trek movie. A ‘Borg’ assimilation unit, a mind control device of some kind…quite the contraption…and it doesn’t look like cheap, knockoff, Chinese trinket store piece of schiite either.”
Timothy appeared more than normally stimulated, his voice was a few octaves higher than normal. Fiona was amused, admittedly she had no prior knowledge that his hobbies stretched to the fantastical, science fiction movies and experimental technology. She hoped it didn’t affect his performance in any way. As if. She couldn’t help a wicked grin from alighting upon her features.
She composed herself in moments. “Are you ready?”
“Let’s do this!” Timothy’s beaming visage filled the screen. “Just give me a few moments.” As he settled back into a seated position he fidgeted with a number of clasps and tie downs seemingly unaffected by their out of sight, awkward positioning. In his ‘blinded’ state Timothy appeared very confident in his ministrations. Strangely against her better judgement Fiona was garnering a new found admiration for her ‘friend’ and his abilities.
“All done!” Completely satisfied that the unit was secure his hands dropped back into his lap where they busied themselves with zippered fabric constraints.
“Sorry it took so long I don’t want it to topple, it could transpire into quite the messy situation not to mention it would be an absolute bitch to clean!”
“Is it plugged in, sweet thing?”
“But of course. I’ve got this.” Timothy leaned in and flashed a toothy grin.
“Whoa- my head feels warm, but it’s not altogether an unpleasant sensation.”
Says the guy who just last week she saw place three fingers deep in his own arsehole.
Fiona leaned back as she maneuvered the camera to point downwards. Its movement and image followed her hand as it embarked upon a sensual voyage towards a moist, warmer climate. Pausing briefly at the exotic locale of her perky breasts, she took a moment to tease her dark nipples transforming them into sensitive erect monoliths. Glancing at the corner of her monitor she noticed Timothy’s head unit moving back and forth rapidly matching the motions of a shirt sleeves he’d rolled back hastily to half way up his pale limb.
Spreading her legs ever so slightly to offer only the very slightest view of the neatly folded pink flesh betwixt Fiona lent back into a comfortable pile of pillows and continued to watch amused as the light atop the unit flickered pastel then a blazing brilliant emerald green.
“That’s so hot, please don’t stop. You are so huge (he wasn’t!) I want you deep inside me (she didn’t!). I’m so goddamn wet Timothy! (She wasn’t in the slightest!).”
Timothy was entranced at the sight of Fiona’s beauty the sound of her voice egged him on to climax, an expression of concentration etched into his face. A shiny surface of perspiration formed on his forehead from his efforts reflected from the meager light above. Fiona looked on slightly repulsed as she spied a single bead drop heavily from his unshaven chin.
It won’t be long now. She mused.
Satisfied with the angle and view the pinhole camera afforded Fiona removed her hand from its controls, reaching into a drawer she removed a small rectangular object flipped it casually from its protective covering and inserted it into a small square orifice to the left side of her laptop. An icon popped up disappearing as quickly as it had appeared.
And there was ‘the look’. It was hard to spot if you didn’t know exactly what to seek for. “I’m gonna cum!” And, there was the cement to lay the foundation.
Fiona pressed the ENTER key with the sympathy of an apathetic executioner.
Timothy’s head unit lit up like a fire hazard, an overloaded Christmas tree fit to blow an assembled bank of surge protector units. A grimace of attentiveness shattered abruptly by a wide mouthed O of shock. His arms spread wide (neglecting current duties) reaching upwards and out, as if in spontaneous prayer, making it only half way towards the unit before his head slumped, bouncing violently onto the hard surface of the countertop mere inches from the monitor. Fiona smirked as an image offered a brief glimpse of male pattern baldness between Velcro straps of a unit currently taking the form of a brightly lit spherical contraption of alien origin.
An instant of worry caused Fiona in wide eyed alertness. Her ‘friend’ had slipped out of sight. However, when the weight of Timothy’s form shifted his bulk came back into view and she could see that the unit was still operational, the same could not be said of Timothy. His facial features had contorted, the sickening grin was gone, a dried husk remained as if all the moisture in his flesh had suddenly dissipated - much like it had very recently from another region of his torso.
Fiona glanced away, fully satisfied. Removing the flash drive from its port she blindly punched a digit on a keypad waited for two rings then left a message, various details pertaining to the pick-up of the unit, following an automated response.
With marker in one hand and a flash drive in another Fiona laughed maniacally and clambered seductively from the edge of her bed. Standing fully naked she took a brief moment to study an impressive array of shelves on the wall before her. With a practiced flick and flourish of her wrist Fiona marked the electronic storage unit between her thumb and forefinger, tossing the marker behind her with mock reckless abandon she reached upwards to make room for another. ‘Timothy’ (#3) pushed aside a Tito, Titus and a Timmy (#2) that all admittedly needed straightening anyway.
A cursory glance at the clock informed her she had barely had enough time for a shower and perhaps a snack, before her next appointment.