One of the nice things about working in, as well as owning an adult novelty store, is the perks associated with doing so. I'm a people person, anyway. I love watching people. Often going to the mall to pick up one thing or another and finding myself sitting down, watching people walk by. It's interesting to wonder what they are thinking about, who they really are inside. Which is one of the reasons I love my job so much. When people enter my store, I have a pretty good idea of what they are thinking about. Sex.
Admittedly, the majority of clients who enter my store are men. Most of which are there to find something that will put the spice back into their sex-life, or pick out something that they've been harboring as a fantasy for a while, that they've managed to persuade their respective partner into going along with. Or at the very least, hoping they will. I do however, get a fair share of women too. And they are, of course, the ones I really enjoy watching whenever they come into my store to shop.
Most women tend to buy gag gifts, things for bridal showers, things like that. Though occasionally, one or two will browse through the toy section, looking for a particular vibrator or dildo so that they might pleasure themselves or in a few cases, their female partners. Usually most of these women spend less than five or ten minutes inside the store. They seem to know exactly what they are looking for, searching briefly, selecting something and then bringing it up to me to purchase. Rarely do I ever get anyone who actually asks me for help, though this does happen. I love working with these kinds of women, as they seem to be more open-minded and at ease with themselves. More so than anyone else, including the men who come in.
As I like to do, I usually come in about an hour or so before the store opens. Generally I restock the shelves or straighten up the merchandise, though occasionally I may try out one of the new toys that have come in, especially if they are designed for a man. Though most of these are merely novelty items, which I've found actually have very little to offer.
I had just finished restocking some body oils on the shelf when I turned to see a nerdy looking guy standing just outside the door, peering in. "We're still closed!" I said, approaching the door and pointing at the closed sign, which had the hours I was open clearly indicated on it. I watched as he looked down one side of the street and then the other, before turning back to face me. Just the way he acted made me a little suspicious of him; suddenly glad there was a locked door between us. Not that he looked violent, or even capable of being able to cause anyone physical harm, but as I watched him open a plastic bag he was carrying, I half expected to see him withdraw a gun or something. Instead, he reached in and brought out a pair of women's white cotton panties. The kind you would see sold in generally most stores, certainly not the kind I sold in mine. I looked at him inquisitively, once again yelling through the closed door.
"Not interested!" I yelled, knowing he could hear me, at least. "Now if they were crotchless... maybe!"
I honestly expected him simply to turn and walk away. But he did not "They're not normal panties!" he exclaimed back at me. "I've invented something... and I think you might be interested in seeing what I've done," he implored.
Against my better judgment, I unlocked the door letting him inside. He immediately introduced himself.
"Name's Marty Wilder" he told me. Even his name sounded nerdy. I was almost afraid to shake his hand as he offered it to me.
"Benjamin Roberts", I said introducing myself, "Though everyone calls me Ben."
"Thanks for letting me in... Ben,"he began. "You're the first person who's actually been willing to see what it is I have to offer." Once again he withdrew the pair of white cotton, obviously women's panties. The fact they looked brand new still did not tell me anything, though I was curious.
"If you're trying to interest me in a pair of women's panties, it's really not my thing. And I don't care who you might claim actually wore them, it's not something I'd actually be interested in."
My comment seemed to catch him in mid-stride. For a moment, I thought he would stuff them back into his bag, turn and leave. Which in a way, was something I was now hoping for, already regretting that I had let him in. He smiled awkwardly, looking almost embarrassed.
"No... you misunderstand. They look like normal women's panties, but they're far from it. My panties are special... very special."
Once again I was starting to believe I was standing there talking to some kind of a pervert, or worse. And not that I had any problems with any particular fetish of course, after all, I sold a lot of things a hell of a lot kinkier than women's underwear.
He must have noticed the look of doubt on my face, worried perhaps that I was a second away from asking him to leave, which I was.
"Hear me out... please," he begged. Being the people person that I am, I decided to give him a few more minutes. I was now interested in what he really did have to offer, or at the very least, discover what it was that he thought he had and why I would be interested in them.
"Ok... but keep it short. The store opens in fifteen minutes." I told him.
Marty relaxed considerably, genuinely relieved. "I work for a major micro-chip computer factory," he began. "Research and development specifically. For several years I've worked on an idea I had, on my own time. With the access that I have to certain materials, as well as the freedom to work on my own in relative privacy, I eventually perfected, and made a very small microchip that's designed to do only one simple thing. And that's bring pleasure to women."
"Ah huh..." I said dubiously. "And just what does this little microchip of yours have to do with women's panties?"
Obviously he was excited to finally be able to tell someone about his little invention. Opening a small tiny little envelope he poured the contents of it out on top of a white handkerchief he had spread out. What I saw were perhaps a dozen or so small razor thin translucent little disks no bigger than the size of an aspirin. Once again showing me the panties, he pointed directly at the crotch area.
"One of these microchips is inside these," he said. "You can easily insert them into any woman's panties, purchased from any store. As you can see... the chips are so thin that you can make a simple cut with any sharp razor, insert the chip between the layers of material, a tiny... very tiny dab of superglue is more than enough to hold it in place."
"Yeah, right." I said going along... becoming more and more sure this guy really was some kind of a nut case. "Listen... I really do need to open the store," I said, hoping to convey in not so many words that I was no longer curious or interested in his panties.
He was too excited explaining things to me though, to have listened. "The chip is triggered by body temperature, as well as moisture." He said continuing. "It sends out a pulsating electrical energy wave that is very... stimulating."
That got my attention.
"It does what?" I had started towards the door to turn the sign around and invite him to leave. Hearing what he had just told me, I froze with my hand still on the doorknob.
"These panties induce orgasms," he said simply. "But the best part is... most women don't even know why, or how it could possibly even happen, as there's nothing to detect in the panties they're wearing to indicate how... or why. They're completely washable, the chips are virtually indestructible unless you burn them of course, and I've yet to find a chip that's gone bad or worn out."
"You mean to tell me... women wear these panties and simply experience an orgasm from doing so?"
"Well in theory... yes."
"In theory?" I asked... suddenly thinking I really had been duped into some guy's get rich quick scheme here, thankful that I had not agreed or worse, actually given him any money for his so-called climax-chips.
"I've only been able to test them on one or two subjects, without their knowledge of course..."
"Of course..." I said skeptical as hell, wishing I had never allowed him to enter my store.
"But both women appeared to have some kind of pleasurable experience, one eventually even fainting from it... though admittedly that was my fault because I'd sort of increased the intensity just a little too much I think."
"Ok... you lost me," I told him. "How do you increase the intensity of this little super-cum ship, or whatever the hell you call it?" I asked
"Well... that's the other part I haven't told you about yet," he said, once again speaking in low tones as though worried I had surveillance cameras or microphones hidden inside my store, which suddenly... I wish I did have.
"There are two ways the chip can be activated. One is simply by the increase of body temperature, coupled with the slightest trace of moisture. So, in other words, if a woman becomes aroused, even slightly... the chip picks up on that. It begins to send out miniscule little pulses that a woman wouldn't even associate with anything except her own body causing it to happen. She would initially feel nothing more than a nice "itch" no different from the first stirrings of arousal in any woman. The more she becomes aroused however, the greater the signal that begins actually to interact with the sexual nerve endings with a woman's clitoris. Before she knows what's happening... or why, she can actually experience an orgasm without ever having had to even touch herself."
I know I was standing there looking at him with my mouth open in disbelief. But truth was, he had my complete and undivided attention now.
"Go on..." I prompted, letting go of the doorknob, having no intention of turning the sign around now.
Seeing that I had done so, he looked particularly relieved. "The second part... is that you can by remote control... activate the chip too." Now he was grinning, and even more excited to explain to me what he had invented than he had been. And frankly... so was I.
"Each chip has its own private identification number, or access code if you will. You can actually bring up the "clit-chip" program on your home computer, preferably a lap-top of course... especially if the subject is within view when you access the panties she's wearing."
I was not about to interrupt him this time, and found myself actually sitting down on the stool behind the counter willing to let him explain the rest of it to me, even if it took him all day to do so.
"Once you've accessed the memory, you can increase the levels of intensity, though I'd recommend if you've got the time and patience to begin at one... possibly level setting two but no more than that. That way she'll subconsciously never really know why she became aroused... only that she did. Gradually you can increase the levels one at a time until you can see where it is that she's actually experiencing pleasure. I'd certainly never go right to level seven, for a woman, it would be like having her clit licked... rapidly. And that WOULD make anyone suspicious I would think. But getting to that point slowly... gradually, you'd probably never even need to go any higher than a three or possibly even a four to see a woman eventually experience some sort of unexpected, unexplained orgasm."
The sound of someone knocking at the door turned my attention from him momentarily. I saw a potential customer pointing at my sign, then at his watch expectantly. For the first time since I had opened for business, I turned a customer away. "I hope I don't come to regret doing that." I told Marty.
"I promise... you won't," he replied. "But..."
Of course, I knew there was a but some place. I had known that from the beginning. But as they say, 'In for a penny... ' "Ok, what's the catch Marty?" I asked, expecting the worst, hoping for the best.
"I've sunk every single penny I have into this," he began to explain to me. "I'm completely tapped out, if I don't recoup at least half of what I've put into it soon, I'll not only lose my job, but I'll lose the ability to even make any more of these," he finished indicating the twelve or so tiny little disks still sitting atop the hanky.
"How much is half?"
"Jesus H Marty! That's like over a thousand dollars a pair. No one in their right mind would pay that kind of money for a pair of women's underwear, no matter how many times she was able to cum while wearing them!" I shot back at him.
"That's just what I need to cover the start up costs," he told me. "I can now make each chip for less than ten dollars. If we could just get enough of these out there... well, you can see the potential," he stated hopefully.
"Like I said Marty... fifteen thousands a lot of coin, even for me." Marty looked dejected, even reaching for his handkerchief. "Tell you what... let me have these chips of yours, for a week, maybe even two weeks. Plus... you show me how to access and use the codes from my laptop. I've got a couple of possible subjects to try these out on. If... they do as well you say they will. Then... we've got a deal. How's that sound?"
"A week Ben. I can't wait any longer than that. I'm already pushing it as it is."
"OK... since tomorrow's Saturday, give me this weekend, and the next weekend at least. I'll need that time if I'm going to have any chance to try these out for myself. On Monday, if I think it's worth taking the risk, I'll have the money for you then. Deal?"
Marty did not hesitate, grinning as he offered me his hand. "Deal!" he said.
We spent the next two hours together going over the entire program. Marty downloaded the access codes onto my laptop, and showed me the fairly simple process on how to access, and gradually increase their intensity levels. He also explained to me that they had a range of over two miles, though at the moment, I could not see the practical application for that as I would much rather be close enough at least to see what was actually going on.
By the time Marty left, I had turned away at least a dozen customers, already worried and concerned that I had already invested more into this deal than it was really worth. At least I had the weekend to experiment a little. And I had two perfect candidates. Christy and Diane, my neighbors and unsuspecting friends.
I lived in one half of a fairly large duplex. I had been there for nearly ten years after my divorce, happily remaining single meanwhile. I rented the other half of my duplex out, which is how I had initially gotten to know Christy. Christy had moved in and we had gotten to know each other fairly well, after a time... even intimately even though she had a "girl-friend", being more lesbian than bi-sexual actually. Diane had come to live with her a couple of months later. I had thought initially that she was the girlfriend, and was quite surprised when I found out a short time later, she was not Diane was in fact pretty straight-laced having grown up in a fairly strict religious family. She had been a high school friend with Christy, which is how she came to know her, eventually moving in with her, as she needed a place to live after she had moved out. All in all they made for a fairly strange pair of friends as well as roommates, especially as Diane was not very approving of Christy's intimate relationship with another woman. Which was one reason Christy's girlfriend rarely if ever came over unless Diane was not planning on being there.
Christy worked as an X-ray technician at a local nearby clinic. Diane was a flight attendant, so she was periodically away which Christy enjoyed as she could then invite her lover over without bumping heads with Diane over it.
I had installed a fairly large pool in the backyard, seeing no reason to divide the property, allowing both myself as well as the tenants to have access to it, which had been a main factor in getting and keeping fairly decent renters. I eventually left work leaving my two employees to run things and headed home. I knew Christy would be open to hearing what I had to tell her, deciding she would be the best one to try these 'Magic Panties' of Marty's on first. Christy was lying out by the pool when I arrived. Though I had gotten home a little earlier than usual, it was not any big surprise to find her lying out without her top on. I made no pretense of trying to hide my approach either.
"Hi Christy." I said simply... crossing the back yard.
She had been lying on her back, though she did not exactly cover the fact she was topless, she did roll onto her stomach smiling at me. "Hi Ben... home a little early aren't you?"
"A little." I responded. "But that's because I have something I want to tell you about... and then show you." I said seriously.
I spent the next hour telling her about Marty and his invention. To my surprise, Christy sat there listening to me the whole time not even interrupting me once. She had gotten so interested, finally sitting up to become a little more comfortable, forgetting entirely that her full sized breasts were suddenly and very prominently displayed.
"Show me!" Christy said wide-eyed, obviously excited when I was done telling her about them. Reaching into my jacket pocket I removed the simple pair of white cotton briefs handing them to her.
"Put them on I said. But remember... for them to actually start to work, you have to be a little aroused anyway, unless you want me to get on the computer." I added.
"I don't think that's going to be a problem," she said, standing up, removing her bikini bottoms without even batting an eyelash. "Though I would like to see what you mean by increasing the intensity level later," she said lustfully.
Within seconds she had replaced her bikini with the panties. "I don't feel anything," she said disappointedly.
Once again, I began to wonder if I'd been had.
"Wait a minute..." she added a moment later. "Maybe I do after all!" Christy gave me a quick wondrous look just before collapsing down onto the chase lounge she had been sitting on.
I continued watching her as the look in her eyes became even more expressive. "Holy shit Ben... these are for real!" she exclaimed excitedly. "It's almost... almost like someone was gently thrumming my clit. Nothing major mind you... just a delicious little tingling between my legs, but the more excited I'm getting, the more I seem to be feeling it." Christy shuddered involuntarily. "Oh Ben... it's definitely working!" she finally admitted.
I watched as she slipped her finger down between her legs, pressing it against the material, in turn pressing the material against her self. "I don't feel anything either," she said in surprise.
"You're not supposed to Christy. I think that's the whole point, most women won't even be aware that it's in there unless someone tells them it is". I watched as Christy continued to slide her finger up and down her cloth-covered slit. It was obvious that she was becoming more and more aroused by the sudden discoloration of the garment as it pressed against her suddenly very wet, very aroused pussy lips.
"Well?" I asked her. "Is it getting stronger or what?"
Christy looked at me as though seeing me for the first time. The look on her face was sheer pleasure.
"What are you feeling right now?" I asked curiously.
"Shut up... give me a moment, I think I'm going to cum," she said by way of an answer.
It was evident by her reactions a moment later... she did. Christy even seemed to recover slightly, but then much to my surprise, she appeared to start the whole process all over again. "Good heavens Ben... I think I'm going to cum again!" she said excitedly.
By the third climax, Christy forced herself to remove the garment, holding it in her hand like it was some sort of a cherished friend. "Can I have these?" she asked.
And then I knew how I could persuade her to help me. "You can... if you'll help me perform a really, really important test." I told her.
Christy grinned almost evilly. "Diane?" I nodded my head smiling back at her.
"How?" she asked. I produced a small little envelope, pouring the contents out into the palm of my hand.
"With these." I told her. "What I need you to help me to do, is figure out which of Diane's panties she's most likely to wear over the course of the next few days. Then... we need to put these inside each pair. The tricky part is... you'll need to somehow let me know if she's wearing a pair of them that has these in them. Once you do... I'll take things from there."
Christy sat back smiling even wider than before. "That's going to be fairly easy actually," she said. "You're never going to believe this Ben, but she wears those panties that have each day of the week on them? And even better... I know for a fact she wears them in order too!"
I had already known that Diane was flying in on Saturday, she would have at least a week before taking another transatlantic flight over to London. The window of opportunity was now; it could not have worked out any more perfectly.
"Then lets get these inside her panties as soon as possible. I told her... starting with Sunday I guess?" I asked her.
"Probably... since I'm sure she'll be wearing Saturday's," she giggled. "We just need to make sure that all of her next weeks undies are on top... all of which will have one of these little chips tucked away inside."
"Then we'd better get busy." I told her.
"How about after?" Christy questioned.
"After?" I said somewhat confused. "After what?"
"After... you make me cum again." Christy said, already beginning to unbuckle my belt, unzipping my fly as she did. Obviously she did not need the panties at the moment... but I could not help but wonder if they had gone a long way in getting her here to begin with.
The feel of Christy's warm velvet mouth engulfing my shaft took my breath away. She nibbled the head teasingly, licking up one side and down the other in slow tantalizing strokes, sucking me in... engulfing me once again, sucking harder, firmer this time.
"Oh... let me get out of these clothes." I said forcing her head away from me momentarily. "And maybe... we should take this inside." I suggested.
"Why? No one can see us unless they're using binoculars," she said. "And even if they are... doesn't the thought of that sort of excite you?" she said.
I finished taking my clothes off, spreading out the towel she had brought outside with her. "Lay down." I told her. "I'm going to eat your cunt until you're screaming." I informed her.
"Now... that might alert a few neighbors," she said laughing, laying down on the towel knee's already bent, spread wide waiting for me. "Ok Ben... make me scream."
Christy and I had not been together all that often. The fact that she was into women more than men might have had something to do with that. But at the moment, she was the wettest I believe I had ever seen her. I slipped my tongue into the wet juicy folds of her slit, tasting the musky scent that greeted me, reveling in it like a perfectly aged wine.
"Damn Christy... I truly do love licking your pussy." I told her.
Christy moaned. "You're not bad either... for a man," she added. I sucked her lips inside my mouth, chewing them gently... sucking, licking... chewing again.
"Actually Christy... I've always believed I was really a lesbian. A man trapped in a woman's body."
It had been a running joke between us, every time we had been together, few times that they were, she had always compared me to some of her women lovers. Each time however she'd let me off the hook by winking at me, sufficient ego stroking so that I at least felt "competent" in whatever I was doing to make her feel good.
"Hmm, I wonder what it would be like eating you with those panties on." I said jokingly.
"Want me to get them?" she said seriously. I sucked her clit between my lips, pulling on it. "Oh shit... never mind! Just keep doing that!" she said groaning as I continued pleasuring that tiny little nubbin of flesh. Christy was soon bucking against my face, arching her back thrusting herself against my tongue. I'd already reached up, filling my hands with the softness of her breasts, toying and teasing her aroused nipples. Christy loved it when I did that, especially when she was close. I had learned how she liked it when I tapped them with my fingers, rapidly keeping tempo with the way I flicked her clit with my tongue.
"Faster!" she demanded. "Harder Ben... harder!" she screamed deliriously as she came.
For a moment or two... I really did worry about the neighbors.
Christy and I switched places. This time when her warm wet mouth took me in, I had no intention of interrupting her. She continued milking my prick with her hands as well as her lips, going so far as to insert the tip of her finger inside my ass, tickling my prostate, triggering within moments the orgasm that had been building. I'd never cum in her mouth, knowing that was one thing I never would do. Not with Christy anyway. The moment my orgasm began, she quickly removed my penis, placing it comfortably against her tits instead, where I joyfully began emptying a very large thick load of cream.
"Oh shit, Christy!" I groaned loudly, still trying to keep it down in the event someone really had heard us. Watching the copious discharge bathing her breasts was extremely gratifying, very sensual to me. Christy jacked my cock rapidly, delighting in each and every rope of semen that shot from the tip of my dick to cover her luscious breasts, as well as her chocolate colored nipples.
I remained on the ground for long moments afterwards, trying to catch my breath. "I'm going inside to shower," she told me. "You can join me if you'd like... then I'd like to see what those panties can really do!" she said laughing. "Not until we've inserted the rest of those chips," I told her, sitting up finally. "Then... maybe," I said.
Christy pouted briefly... winked, taking her cute naked little ass into the house. I followed her seconds later. "Well... maybe after I've inserted something else," I thought to myself as I chased her inside.
We had finished inserting the chips inside several pairs of Diane's "week-day" panties. Christy meticulously restacked, folded and ensured that every pair was exactly the way they were before we began.
"Have you got any of those things left?" she asked. I checked inside the small little envelope.
"Cool. It might not be a bad idea to put that one inside Diane's swim suit," she suggested.
"Which one though?" I asked. Christy laughed.
"She really only wears one... that dark blue single piece thing. You'd think with a body like she has, she'd wear a decent bikini at least. But the only thing I've ever seen her wear out to the pool is that very modest one piece she owns."
Christy quickly located it in another drawer, seconds later we'd inserted the last chip, once again folding it away back where it belonged.
"I wonder if the water from the pool will have any adverse effects," I questioned aloud.
"Don't know... might be another interesting test," Christy commented. "But if nothing else, you should be able to watch her from your bedroom window if she comes outside to sit by the pool to sunbath, as she usually does on the weekends."
"That's true," I said, considering the possibilities. "Now... maybe we should see about testing out the intensity levels through my laptop," I suggested. Christy was already grinning, once again slipping on the white panties.
"Do you think we can remove the chip from these and put it in a pair of my favorite ones?" she asked. "Not that I mind these really, I just haven't worn white cotton panties since high school."
"Actually Christy... seeing you in those is pretty damn sexy," I told her. "Sort of takes me back to my high school days."
I saw a familiar look suddenly appear in her face. "All this talk..." she said with some difficulty. "Is already causing things to... to happen," she said, grinning broadly.
Just watching Christy already becoming excited even without using the laptop made me wonder. "You think Diane ever fantasizes?" I asked
"Huh? What?" she said, grinning almost stupidly.
"Never mind... you're already too far gone to pay any attention to me," I laughed. Christy's face was already screwing up in a look of rapturous pleasure. "Hurry up Ben, plug me in!" she exclaimed.
At the moment... there was nothing I'd rather do. But I turned on the laptop anyway.
Marty was right... I'd slowly increased the electrical pulsations inside the chip to a level five. Christy hadn't made it past four before experiencing a fairly intense climax. She had begun the roller coaster ride through ecstasy when I increased it one more level, watching as she nearly doubled over on the bed, her hands down between her legs moaning and groaning furiously as she came one more time.
"Fuck Ben... you said that was only a level five intensity?" She was already skimming the panties off of herself, beads of perspiration dotting her face. "I think a six, certainly a seven setting would in all likelihood kill me! I hope you plan on going slowly with that thing... especially with Diane. If you're not careful, you'll freak her out. I'm not even sure she knows what an orgasm is!"
I hadn't really thought of that. One thing was for sure, in the time I had gotten to know the girls; Diane had remained very private, very aloof about anything sexual. Christy had even tried to pry information from her, learning only that Diane was indeed still a virgin, believing that "that stuff" was only meant for marriage. As Diane had exasperatedly told her, after a lengthy, uncomfortable discussion when Christy had continued to press her.
"Yeah... I can see that I'd better go about as slowly with her as I can. I've already made arrangements at work to spend a little more time away from the shop. I have a feeling that I'm going to need it. Especially as I plan on following Diane around whenever she goes anyplace. I want to test her reactions, especially in a public place where I'm confident she won't be able to say or do much of anything. Especially if she does become a little suspicious and begins to wonder if it does have anything to do with the panties she's wearing. Though I don't see why she would. I'm hoping she'll just be confused and somehow begin to learn to deal with it... possibly even begin to enjoy the experience. If she does... I think Marty and I are going to become very rich men!"
"Well... she and I are scheduled to go to lunch together Sunday afternoon. That might be a good time to check things out too," she told me.
"That's not a bad idea Christy. Especially if you're going to that little outdoors café like you usually do."
"We are," she said smiling.
"Great! I'll sit across the street at the coffee shop. You see what you can do about getting a table as close to the sidewalk as possible so I can watch you from there."
"Will that be close enough for you to see much of anything?" she asked.
"I hope so... but I also came up with another little idea too." I produced a small miniature microphone. "You'll also be wearing this so I can hear what's going on."
"Sneaky." Christy said fingering the device. "Maybe we should come up with a few private signals... something like that."
"Now who's being sneaky?" I asked.
"This really could be fun you know," Christy stated, getting into the clandestine type mood of the moment.
"Sorta like spy vs. spy. You know... like the cartoon of the guy's in the black and white hats and trench coats?" I asked.
"Yeah... only which one's are we?" she asked.
"Why... we're the good guys of course!" I exclaimed. Christy frowned.
"Ok, we'll wear black and be the evil naughty spy's then," I added quickly. Christy's frown turned into an evil grin.
"Fuck me, you evil dirty little spy you," she told me
Diane arrived home late Saturday morning. I'd gone into work, wanting to ensure everything was still running smoothly, though I had planned on being away most of the day when Christy called me.
"She's home," Christy said after I had answered. "She's in the shower now."
I glanced at my watch. "Good... I should be home in about half an hour," I told her. "I'll come in and head straight for my bedroom. Think you can convince her to lay out by the pool with you?" I asked.
"Already have... she's planning on it. And... she seems to be in a pretty good mood too!"
"Good, that might help... you never know, I guess."
"Should I wear the microphone?"
"That might not be a bad idea Christy. It will give us a chance to test it out at least. I'll prompt you to maybe ask her certain questions too... I want to see if we can get her thinking in sexual terms before I attempt to do anything through the program."
"Ok... I think she's getting out now, see you in a few," she said hanging up.
By the time I arrived home, heading immediately upstairs to my bedroom, Christy and Diane were sitting out by the pool. My blinds had already been closed at an angle, giving me a limited view of the backyard, but at least I could see the two of them in relative safety without being seen. Problem was, Diane was sitting in her chaise lounge facing the pool with her back turned towards me. About all I could see was the back of her head. Christy at least was sitting at an angle facing her, which gave me a pretty good view of her from the side. We'd rigged her CD player to appear as though she was listening to music when in fact, the earpiece she had on was the receiver so she could hear me talking to her.
"I'm here Christy. Re-cross your legs if you're hearing me ok." I watched as she immediately did that. "Good... now, I can't see Diane very well from up here. Is she wearing the one piece with the chip in it? Take a drink if she is," I said. Christy reached over to the small little table sitting next to her, picking up her iced tea and drinking from it.
"Cool... now can you say something to Diane so I can see if I'm hearing you ok?" I asked.
"So... Diane, tell me... did you meet any interesting guys on the flight over?" she asked her.
Diane responded, but it was obvious she was still too far away for me to pick up whatever it was she said very clearly.
"Christy... you're too far away from her for me to hear her. Can you do something to get a little closer?" I asked.
I watched as Christy glanced up towards the sun, shielding her eyes momentarily and making some pretense of it giving her difficulty in seeing Diane comfortably.
"That sun's bright," I heard her say. "Think I'll move my chair over on the other side of you," she announced. Moments later she had repositioned herself, sitting right beside Diane when she did. Then I watched as Diane scooted her chair a bit further away from where Christy had positioned herself.
"Good old Diane," I thought to myself. "Even around Christy she needs space between them. Almost as though she's worried that some of Christy's lack of inhibitions might rub off on her."
Diane was talking however, so I listened carefully. "Not really... I worked First Class this trip which was nice, there was one guy who flirted with me a little," she said.
"Alright!" I said again to myself. "Maybe she'll start thinking about him and that will trigger the chip," I thought hopefully.
"He was a real jerk though..." Diane continued. "On top of which, he was bald, fat and ugly."
"Fuck!" I said into the earpiece. Christy coughed... giggled for a second.
"Sorry!" I heard Christy say. "I know it's not amusing, Diane, but I was just picturing what you said, and it sort of struck me as funny."
Obviously Diane must have given Christy one of her patented looks or something. There was a brief moment of silence. I began thinking that maybe I was going to have to access the computer chip after all if we were going to get anywhere here.
"There was one guy... he reminded me of Ben a little bit," Diane said, from out of the blue.
I accessed the program, dialed in that particular computer chips code and set a level one intensity. I wasn't about to let that comment go. If she was thinking about me, even remotely, I was going to act on it.
"Oh? How's that?" Christy asked her, once again crossing, and then re-crossing her legs as though she was having trouble deciding which was more comfortable.
"Yeah... I heard that," I said to Christy, talking over Diane as she'd already begun to answer her.
"... same sort of mustache, besides his eyes..."
Again silence for just a second as Diane suddenly quit talking.
"Diane? You ok? You look like something's wrong," Christy said, somewhat alarmed. Which in turn, alarmed me a little too.
"Oh... no, I'm fine. Was just thinking about something there for a second, sort of got lost in the thought I guess," she responded.
From above I watched, as Diane appeared to squirm in her seat a little. Subtle movements, but enough so that I could see she was suddenly uncomfortable for some reason.
"I think I'll go for a swim," she announced, suddenly standing up.
"Shit!" I said into the earpiece, watching Diane as she moved over to the edge of the pool, diving in.
Christy spoke to me directly as Diane swam beneath the water. "Well at least maybe we'll find out if this thing works in the water," she said openly. "What level have you got it on anyway?" she asked.
"One." I said.
"Maybe you should go to two," Christy suggested quietly, as Diane broke the surface.
"Why not... what have we got to lose?" I said back to her. "Though even Marty doesn't know if it will work under the water." I added.
"May as well find out," Christy said, once again quietly. I set level two on the program. Diane didn't appear any different, or show any signs that anything was unusual. For several minutes she swam a few laps, then swam over to the side of the pool. Rather than climbing out however, she lay her head down on the bank, resting there.
"Diane... you sure you're ok?" I heard Christy ask her.
"Careful Christy," I cautioned her. "Don't press it." Once again I watched as Diane said something to her, but she was too far away for me to hear her clearly. In the next instant she pulled herself out of the water, walked by her lounge chair grabbing her towel, heading into the house.
"What happened?" I asked. "I couldn't hear what she said."