Chapter 12: Kitt

Wednesday, October 25, 2023

“Kitt, you need to get a personal assistant,” Kimmy said. “I can’t keep doing all this work. You don’t pay me for this. I’m a consultant and a photographer.”

“I’m working on it,” I insisted, pressing my phone even harder to my ear as I walked through the campus convenience store. “But I don’t know where to start!”

“Start with getting a lawyer.”

“I have one.”

“Has your lawyer helped you start your business?”

“She said I couldn’t call it Super Schlong Incorporated. Or Schlong Sluts. Or anything offensive. It’s against the law. My company is called S-Cubed Incorporated.”

“Ok. Then, hire a personal assistant. You can pay him or her out of your earnings.”

“I will! I’ll work on it. It’s not my fault...” I glanced around to make sure no one was listening to me, then dropped my voice to a whisper. “... Super Schlong has gone nuts. If anything, it’s your fault.”

“My fault?” Kimmy’s pitch went up a full octave.

“Yes! You encouraged me to make the video.”

“That doesn’t make it my fault! Where the—are you fucking kidding me?”

“I’m not mad at you. I’m giving you credit.”

“Well, take your credit and find a fucking personal assistant!” Kimmy reiterated. “I’m not doing this for you after the end of the month. Goodbye.”

I stared at my blank phone screen. “That was a very rude goodbye.” Stowing the phone in my pocket, I sighed, grabbed a bag of banana slices, and set them in my basket next to four water bottles. Then I pulled my hat tighter over my head and walked down the store aisle, hoping no one would recognize me.

Everything changed after my Super Schlong reveal video. The one that got everyone talking about Super Schlong and his magical cock. The footage had been mentioned on multiple late-night talk shows. SNL did a heavily censored skit about it last weekend. My fanbase exploded, and in the last three weeks, I’d doubled Delilah by hitting ten thousand subscribers on my FFE page. And my social media was even crazier. I’d gained tens of thousands of new followers in less than a month.

My world had permanently changed. I was a celebrity on some level. For the rest of my life, everywhere I went, someone might recognize me. I hadn’t thought through the consequences of my decision to pursue fame. I definitely hadn’t anticipated my phone and email blowing up with agents trying to sign me to multi-picture adult film contracts.

And not all of them were agents for adult films. Some were talent agents who wanted to sign me for endorsements, commercials, and mainstream crossover opportunities. I wasn’t ready for any of that yet. Not wanting to be rude, either Kimmy or I responded to each, expressing my gratitude for their interest and explaining I would reach out if the time was right for such endeavors.

Meanwhile, Kimmy, London, and I met again to discuss how best to capitalize on my surge in popularity. We met for over two hours, brainstorming short and long-term ideas. Should I take some endorsements for quick cash? Should I explore getting an agent? Should I hire a business strategist? How did someone even do that? It all boiled down to one question.

Which options would help us stay on track to make Schlong Sluts a reality?

We decided the best place to start was to make a reintroduction video welcoming our new fans, thanking our old ones, and teasing a big upcoming announcement while sharing some of our short-term plans. We planned to launch that video in early November.

Unfortunately, as my fame increased, my work environment became more awkward. Despite the assurances I’d received from the hospital, my colleagues treated me and London differently. And while I could handle it, London struggled. She was far more outgoing, bubbly, and friendly. When people were hurtful to her—people she’d once considered friends—it wounded her deeply. And no one was worse to us than Janiqua.

My former friend-with-benefits now treated London and me as though we were walking Petri dishes of sexually transmitted infections. She complained about me to my superiors if I so much as looked at her. Anytime London and I got near her, she pulled away or went to the other side of the room. And we would often overhear her speaking to our peers about the ills of porn and unwed sex.

On the other hand, Bethany acted as though we didn’t exist. I wasn’t sure which person’s behavior hurt me more.

I wanted to scream at Janiqua. This was the same woman who, a few months ago, gave me a blowjob in the medicine closet of the ICU. Who texted me at midnight a dozen times asking for sex. Who smeared chocolate pudding all over my dick, then fucked my chocolate-covered rod for three minutes before switching to a 69 position while calling me a “fucking God of fucking.”

But to have my best friend of almost twenty years ignore me. That made work intolerable.

Life in the ICU was rapidly becoming a stress I didn’t want. I refused to have my name tarnished or unfairly maligned. Yes, I made porn. I had sex with multiple women. And I had a big magical cock. But that didn’t make me an incompetent nurse or a sex predator. Thankfully, Uma was still sticking up for me to my boss and the hospital board, but I wasn’t sure her support would be enough. Both London and I knew if we got fired, there was no way we would get hired on at any other hospital.

Fortunately, I wasn’t at the hospital that Wednesday. London and I were doing another job fair, this time at the local campus. I returned to the booth with London’s requested snacks, removed my cap and sunglasses, and listened to her chatting with another interested applicant.

“It was nice meeting you,” London told the young woman whose name tag read Amber. “Here’s some more information. Look it over. Think about it. And give us a call if you decide you’re interested. We’ll reach out to everybody in the next six to eight weeks and make our final casting decisions early next year.”

London handed several sheets of paper to Amber, who took the information packet, thanked London, gave me a quick, furtive smile, and then moved to another table. On my other side, Gina was speaking to another girl, Maggie. The conversation was eerily similar to the one London had just finished with Amber.

This was our second attempt at recruiting girls for Super Schlong/Schlong Sluts at a college job fair. And this time around, our booth was much more successful. London insisted the girls in this city weren’t sluttier. It was all thanks to my newfound celebrity. Whereas our last trip had been a complete waste of time, we now had a constant small line of women wanting information.

I was forbidden from talking to the applicants. Most of them asked me for my number and tried to generate a hookup with me. Instead, I was the eye candy, the light pulling in the moths.

The next girl to step up was someone I recognized. I leaned forward to greet her.

“Jasmine,” I said. “How are you?”

Jasmine raised an eyebrow at me. “You never called me.”

“I know,” I said in an apologetic tone. “Things have been a little crazy. But I do remember you. I hope that counts for something.”

“I’m wearing a name tag.”

“I didn’t even glance at it.”

Jasmine Tisdale was the target of my most recently completed task from Lilly. My assignment with Jasmine had been to secretly drop a stolen sex toy in her bag while inside a bookshop, which I had achieved by the skin of my teeth. Seeing her reminded me I had never gone back to the sex shop and paid for the toy. I made a mental note to do that.

It was strange seeing Jasmine. Her clothes were much different from what I’d seen at the bookshop. The first time we met, she wore a conservative outfit, like a woman interviewing for a job at a prestigious law firm. Today, she wore a tight orange blouse with ample chest visible, midriff exposed, and tight jeans.

“I guess that counts,” she said with a shrewd smile.

“I’m shocked to see you here,” I said. “You didn’t strike me as the type to want information on anything called Schlong Sluts last time we met.”

“How’s your MCAT prep coming along?”

I grinned guiltily. “I’ve given up on my dream of becoming a doctor.”

“Mhmm,” Jasmine said.

“Are you here for Kitt or because you’re interested in Super Schlong?” London asked, cutting in pointedly and shooting me a look to remind me we weren’t there for flirting purposes.

“I’m here for both,” Jasmine answered. She turned back to me. “This may sound weird, but when I left the bookstore, I found a sex toy in my bag.”

“That is weird,” I said. “I hope it wasn’t used!”

Jasmine gave a short laugh. “It is now! Since finding it, I’ve had a personal sexual revolution. I use that thing all the time. And I’ve realized ... I greatly enjoy sex!”

“Okay...” London said. “So, are you interested in Super Schlong?”

“That brings me to my point, yes,” Jasmine said. “I’ve decided to defer my application to law school for a year to explore my sexuality and decide if law is still something I want to pursue. And I think a practical way to explore it is to try employment in the sex industry.”

London looked at her, then at me. “You’re telling me on the day you met Kitt, you happened to find a sex toy in your bag?”

“Crazy, right?” I said to London, giving her a meaningful look to shut up.

Instead of pressing the issue, London launched into her prepared speech about what we were looking for, what we had to offer, and the general timeline of our plans. Jasmine was interested and interrupted London several times with questions. London patiently answered them all.

“What about the proposed law banning the production of adult material in residential areas created with the intent to sell or distribute?”

I glanced at Jasmine, surprised she was so well informed on proposed state laws.

London looked at me to answer.

“You’re well-read,” I said.

Jasmine smiled and nodded. “Law school applicant.”

“We are monitoring that situation closely. We are aware it will be a close vote. If the law passes, we will explore other avenues to move forward instead of a residential setting for our content.”

“Like what?” Jasmine said.

“Perhaps a studio space decorated to look like an apartment or home.”

We wrapped up our conversation with Jasmine, and another applicant stepped forward. We were busy until the job fair closed and left with forty names of interested women. London would take those names and create a contact list, which we would use to set up interviews in the future.

As we left the university building, Gina walked next to me and gave me a big smile. I returned it and put an arm around her, letting her lean into me as we walked. London gave me a discreet wink. Neither of us could believe how Gina had woven into our lives so quickly and seamlessly.

My mind returned to the night she’d shown up on my doorstep, asking if she could stay with me. Gina and I had met briefly when Delilah and I spent an evening at Black Velvet. The club owner had seen our FFE page and wanted us to consider performing for her clients.

Gina had made no impression on me. I barely remembered her. While she wasn’t ugly, she wasn’t especially memorable either. All I knew about her was that she was Marcy’s girlfriend. I opened my mouth to tell her no, but the word didn’t come out.

Instead, I invited her inside.

She wasn’t in rags—wasn’t starving or injured—but everything about her screamed, “I’m lost!”

How could I turn her away?

I asked Gina to wait in the living room while I went into my bedroom to tell London what was happening. London was still in the shower, and when she saw me come into the bathroom, she got an excited grin on her face thinking I wanted shower sex. Instead, I told her about Gina.

London got out and joined me in the living room. We sat down and asked Gina to tell us everything. She explained how she and Marcy dated for several months in middle school. How she’d never been able to get over Marcy. How she often texted Marcy despite never getting responses. How it had turned into an obsession. And how one day, to her great surprise, Marcy made her a deal: they could try getting back together if Gina was willing to be Marcy’s pet.

Gina had agreed. It was both the best and worst thing to happen to her in years, until one day when Marcy finally had anal sex with Gina. It was then something amazing and terrible happened. They developed a weird, almost mystic connection. The way she described it sounded an awful lot like what I had with Uma. Through that connection, Gina discovered that her feelings for Marcy and Marcy’s feelings for her were nowhere near on the same level. That realization slowly crumbled Gina’s willingness to stay with Marcy.

Unbeknownst to Marcy, Gina had been watching my porn videos for quite a while. She’d discovered me when doing an internet search for “magical cock” because she wanted to know if there were other people like Marcy.

Gina noticed the way I treated my partners was very different than how Marcy treated her. During her time with Marcy, she’d learned to enjoy cock enough that she decided she wanted to be a Schlong Slut. She had clothes, money, and a few pieces of furniture. She had plans for the future. She was already taking online web design and programming classes. She worked two nights a month at Black Velvet, though she planned on quitting soon. Now, she wanted people around her who would help her learn to love herself.

Her words. Not mine.

“There were things about being a pet that I liked,” she explained. “My day was planned out for me. I took better care of myself. I was always cared for. But Marcy used me. She fucked me out of a mixture of hate and love. She hates almost everybody, but she doesn’t hate anybody more than her ex-girlfriend. Jade. And Jade is also your ex. So, in a way, we’re connected.”

That seemed like a stretch to me but not to her. To her, we had a bond. After telling her story, Gina regarded me and London together and finally asked, “Are you a couple?”

London and I looked at each other. We had no idea what we were. We had become so many things. I decided to let her speak first.

“We are partners. Business partners. Sex partners. And very good friends. We are not a couple, though I am very fond of Kitt. And I do sleep here often.”

“Oh. I see.” It sounded to me like London was marking her territory with her words.

“The problem with you staying here,” London continued, “is that there’s no room for you except the couch. No privacy. And ... what are you doing?”

Gina had stood and begun stripping off her clothing until she was completely naked. Then she knelt on the floor. “As Madam can see, Kitty doesn’t need privacy. Kitty is used to being naked all day unless going out with Madam ... or Master.”

London and I exchanged a look of incredulity. Why had Gina started calling herself Kitty? And was she already claiming us as her new masters?

“Kitty only requires a small bed to be set up on the bedroom floor. Once she curls up in it, Master and Madam won’t even know Kitty is there.”

“What if we aren’t sure we want a pet?” London asked. “That is a huge undertaking. And can you call yourself Gina?”

“And don’t call us Madam and Master,” I added, smiling.

Gina’s cheeks burned like twin tomatoes. I averted my eyes while she redressed.

When she was done, she swallowed hard and said, “Sorry. I ... prefer it. It makes things simpler.” She looked at me. “I can clean your apartment. I’ll do a video for free to see if you like working with me. I’ll be ready for you to fuck whenever you need it. Any hole you’d like is yours.”

“That’s very generous,” I told her. “But I don’t even know you. Why don’t we start by giving you a place to sleep tonight.”

London’s head spun around until she faced me, eyes wide with surprise. Even though Gina noticed this, I didn’t react.

“Why don’t you grab whatever you need for tonight, and we’ll figure out the details. You can have the couch.”

Gina fell back on her knees, thanking me.

“It’s fine. Go ahead and get your things. I’ll leave the door unlocked. Just let yourself inside. We’ll be in the bedroom. London needs to get ready for work.”

When the door closed behind Gina, London said, “What the hell, Kitt? Are you serious? Taking in a total stranger?”

“It’s more than that,” I said, glancing at the clock. London had to leave now, or she would be late for work. “I’ll explain everything in the car. I’m driving you to work.”

After promising Gina I’d be back soon to help her settle, London and I got in the car. My business partner rounded on me as soon as I pulled out of the apartment parking lot.

“Okay, Kitt, time to talk. What is going on?”

I took a deep breath. “London, the reason I can change the size of my penis is because a woman named Lilly visited me and gave me this gift. And ever since she did it, she’s left me tasks to complete. If I don’t do them, I lose my gifts.”

“Are you being serious?” she asked.

I nodded.

“What sort of tasks?”

I told her about Carol Donovan and Jasmine Tisdale, the gifts I received after completing the tasks, and Marie Baxter.

“The Marie Baxter? You have to seduce her?”

“Before the end of the month. That’s why I’m telling you. I need your help. If I don’t do this, everything comes crashing down. Super Schlong, all of it.”

“I can help you,” London insisted. “But what does this have to do with Gina? Why are you letting a total stranger into our apartment?”

“I’m not sure, but something she said resonated with me. She said she had a mystical connection with Marcy. The way she described it ... I have one as well.”

“With Gina?”

“No...” I hesitated to tell the truth about with whom I shared the connection. “Someone else.”

“You’re not going to tell me?” London asked. “That means it’s probably Dr. Granger.”

I didn’t say anything.

“Should I be jealous of this connection you have with her?”

“I never said it was her.”

“Whatever. What’s it like? How did it happen?”

I had no idea how it had happened, but I did my best to describe what I experienced every time I touched Uma or the way I could fuck her with my entire penis, and she could take it all. London regarded me with her jaw practically on her lap.

“That sounds amazing. Can I have the connection, too?”

“I don’t know. I don’t know how it works. But by talking to Gina, I might be able to learn more.”

“And you have a ring you can put on your dick to make a woman cum so hard she passes out?” London asked with a smirk.

“That’s your takeaway from this conversation?”

She shrugged. “Seems like you’ve been holding out on me. But seriously, Kitt. You should be telling me these things. We’re way beyond business partners. We’re more than lovers. What’s stopping you from creating this connection with me like you have with Dr. Granger?”

“I don’t know how it happened.”

“What were you doing when it started?”

“Sex.”

“Okay, smart guy. More details, please.”

“I can’t share the details with you. She wouldn’t be okay with it.”

“Then summarize!”

I squirmed in my chair before finally stating, “I fucked her in all three holes.”

“Oh.” London chewed on that for a minute.

“Uma’s the only person I’ve done anal with since my change. Maybe that’s the difference.”

I could tell what London was thinking without a special connection. Her ass was the one hole she hadn’t wanted to explore with me, in our personal lives or on camera. I had felt the urge many times, but she had made it clear early in our relationship that her anus was an exit-only hole, and I wouldn’t pressure her to do something she didn’t want.

“So I’d have to ... you know.” She let her voice trail off.

“Yeah,” I agreed. “I guess so.”

“Well, maybe it’s time to try it and see what all the fuss is about.”

“Now?” I asked.

“No! Not now. God, Kitt, give me time to think and prepare for it. I’ll let you know.”

“Are you sure you want that?” I asked.

“Anal sex? No, I’m not sure!” She laughed. “It scares the ... Well, it scares the shit out of me.”

“No. That connection. It’s amazing but also scary. You’ll be able to sense my emotions. I’ll be able to sense yours. It removes almost any sense of privacy between us. It’s a big deal.”

London raked her fingers through her hair as I pulled into the hospital to drop her off for work. She took my hand and looked me in the eyes. “I trust you more than any other person in my life. You are amazing, and if I let myself, I would fall in love with you.”

Something in her words stirred powerful emotions in my chest. London’s neck turned red, and she looked away from me.

“I understand,” I said quietly. “I have feelings for you, too.”

“I’ll help you with Marie Baxter. We’re gonna bag that bitch.” Then she kissed me and went to work.

That conversation happened two weeks ago. Since then, London and I had worked with Gina, my new roommate, to learn everything we could about Marie Baxter and how to seduce her. As the three of us left the job fair together, I thought about Marie Baxter again and all the research we had put into discovering everything about her. Would our work pay off? Would I be able to seduce a billionaire’s daughter?

“We need to go through the applicants as soon as we get back to the apartment,” I suggested, “while everything is still fresh in our minds.”

“Nah,” London said. “Gina and I already have it all figured out.”

“Oh, you do?”

“London and I wrote the applicants’ names in different colors of ink based on how good of a fit she would be for Super Sluts. That way, we already know who we are and aren’t interested in from the start.”

“Saves time,” London added. “Too thin, too fat, too timid, too bitchy, too weird ... we don’t want to waste our time with people who were unlikely to be unpopular with fans or incompatible with other performers. We’ll combine today’s list with our master list of top targets, secondary targets, and the questionables.”

“Between today’s visit, our last two college visits in November and December, and the women who applied through our FFE page, we’ll have a good pool of candidates.”

“New Instagram post from Marie,” London announced. “She’s discussing her favorite colognes and trying different outfits.”

London showed me her phone screen.

Marie Baxter was eighteen years old and quite attractive. Her father, Gavin Baxter, was a billionaire business mogul, and her mother was a former model. Marie had inherited her mother’s tall, slender figure, though she was not as willowy as her mother. Marie had a bit of meat on her, giving that coltish figure some nice curves around the ass and chest along with her pretty face. She had her mom’s high cheekbones and her father’s dark brown hair and blue eyes.

“What kind of cologne does she like?” I asked.

“Blu Atlas Atlantis and Guilty by Gucci.”

“Sounds expensive. How much money does she get paid to talk about her favorite scents?”

“She has twenty million followers on Instagram. She probably made tens of thousands of dollars endorsing those two colognes.”

Gina and I exchanged a look of exasperation.

“She’s earns a couple of million dollars according to Forbes Magazine,” London continued. “Each year. From social media. Nowhere near what Daddy Baxter has, but it’s respectable.”

“Damn.”

London nodded sadly. “It’s nice to be rich, but don’t worry. We’re going to be rich soon, too. Let’s start strategizing before work.”

Before I knew it, Saturday evening rolled around with me, London, and Gina carpooling to downtown Denver. The line getting into Rave-a-lution was long and filled with people dressed for dancing and drinking. Several people recognized us and called out our names as we passed the line to the front of the queue. London had already called ahead and let the manager know we were coming. He assured us we would be allowed in when we arrived if we showed ID to the bouncers. That was precisely what happened.