Chapter 21: Kitt

Saturday, December 16, 2023

“This is so stupid,” I said, waving the paper for London and Gina to see. “What in the heck does it mean?”

London raised an eyebrow while Gina barely took her eyes off her laptop screen as she continued to type without pausing. She could get like that when she was coding—almost zen-like and locked in, impossible to distract.

“I guess it means she wants you to complete the task,” London said.

I reread it.

“It’s just so stupid.”

London wrapped an arm around my neck and kissed my cheek. “Isn’t it better to do an easy thing like this than seduce someone or steal something?”

I frowned. “Yeah, I guess. These tasks are dumb, and I’m tired of doing them.”

“You don’t like having to constantly re-earn your gift,” London corrected. It was almost annoying how right she always was.

“Okay, yes.”

“Baby, you need to stay focused. We are so close to realizing our dream of Super Schlong. It’s almost a reality.”

“It’s not going to be a reality if this law passes,” I reminded her.

It was all I’d been able to think about for the last several days. Kimmy and London were following the process with an intensity bordering on obsessive. The Colorado legislature was expected to vote on it as soon as they reconvened after the holidays. That left us only a few days to contact our representatives before they were out of reach for the winter recess.

We had not been sitting around doing nothing. Over the last weeks, we’d contacted other Colorado adult performers and organized a chunk of them into helping us put pressure on the lawmakers to vote no on the bill. We’d also got local and state news outlets to talk about how the law would adversely affect performers and other workers in the state. Unfortunately, no one else in the business had the kind of following and celebrity I did, except maybe Delilah, and she had made it clear she wasn’t willing to appear on any news programming.

Despite our anxiety about the bill, we moved forward with our plans to start Super Schlong. After the three of us pooled our savings together using the money we had earned from my FFE channel and Red and Black Velvet, we had well over $400,000 in cash. It wasn’t nearly as much as we wanted, but we hoped to attract some investors if the bill failed. If the bill did pass, we would move into the home, find jobs in Denver, use the house setting for non-sexual content, and figure things out from there.

Our first step was putting a deposit down on a home in the Denver suburbs. Gina had the genius idea to buy a home needing repairs since we wanted to do significant renovations anyway. We found a home with over 6,000 square feet priced at only $300,000. It was rough, but we immediately snatched it up, paying half the cost in cash and mortgaging the rest in my name. Then, we hired an architect to help us make the home suitable for our needs.

We were also deep in talks with multiple women about moving in as models/performers at the launch of Super Schlong. We still wanted to launch with six Schlong Sluts. Our biggest hang-up was that we wanted enough capital on hand to pay all performers for six months at $10,000 per month. Even if London declined a paycheck as one of the Schlong Sluts, we would need an additional $300,000 to pay five others.

After the purchase of the home, we only had about $300,000 left on hand. Nearly all of it was needed to pay for home repairs, furniture, cameras, and other equipment to launch Super Schlong.

I was pulling in more money than ever from my FFE page. However, my spike in earnings was still comparatively recent, and FFE’s payments arrived two months after any month of earnings, which meant I wouldn’t start seeing serious cash flow until January or February. On top of that, FFE still took 20% of my earnings, plus I had to pay for Kimmy’s work, the equipment, co-performers, and other expenses.

Meanwhile, we were still brainstorming ways to make Super Schlong to become the hottest streaming service in the world. Our vision was for viewers to be able to tune in at any given time and see nudity, sex, or at least something entertaining. We needed at least one tech on hand to ensure our cameras were functioning and possibly one or two producers/consultants to help us with the unforeseen. There were many things we couldn’t predict until we started the process, and the more cash we had on hand, the more successful we would be. Gina, London, and I were prepared not to take a paycheck for the first six months if that was what we needed to do to keep our project up and running.

My FFE page’s subscriber count was still climbing, and we continued to tease a huge announcement coming soon. Meanwhile, we did our best to interact with fans and provide good content. We scoured porn sites for good ideas and thought of ways we could steal them, improve them, and make them our own. Kimmy often had the best brainstorms, which she sent to me in bunches every week.

I looked at Lilly’s task one more time before sighing and putting it into my bedside drawer alongside my magic cock ring and my X-change pills. I had several X-change pills saved up as I hardly ever used them. Between the pills and my newfound ability to change forms into two different kinds of futanari, I could have sex in any number of ways. I had shown my new gifts to London and Gina but not Dr. Granger. Not yet, anyway.

Uma had made her preferences quite clear. Nearly every time we fucked, which was at least once a week but often twice, I used the cock ring on her. Twice, she asked me to take an X-change pill. I wondered how she would react if I showed her I could transform into a woman with a cock without the aid of a pill. Would that be all she wanted anymore? It bothered me she never wanted conventional, vanilla sex. Our sessions as women were tender, soft, and slow, but when I wore the cock ring, Uma craved pain and rough handling. She continued to push me to the limits of what I was willing to do, and when I left her home, she was always in the same state: a bruised ass and reddened thighs, drooling in blissful unconsciousness.

London had once suggested she and I both take a pill to try a role reversal, but I declined. I wasn’t ready for that level of experimentation. Gina, who had yet to partake in any of our carnal pleasures, often watched me and London fuck, masturbating furiously in the corner whether or not we were filming. Each time we invited her to join us, she declined.

“Don’t you need to go to work?” Gina said without looking up from her laptop screen. “Your shift starts in twenty minutes.”

I looked at the clock and swore. “Yes. I gotta leave now.”

“I’ll do a little research on that alley. Make sure there’s nothing weird about Lilly’s task,” London said as she kissed me goodbye. “Have a great day.”

When I went to hug Gina, she looked up from her screen with her lips puckered. I stopped short. This was the first time she’d asked for a kiss.

“Really?”

Gina blushed. “Sure. Why not?”

I leaned down and gave her a long peck on the cheek. She did the same to me. Her lips were very soft. I pulled away before it became awkward, but she didn’t mind. As I stood, I caught London’s eye, and she smirked at me. She and I had both wondered how long it would be before Gina got involved with us on a sexual level. Between the kiss and her watching us masturbate, the signs were there, but we wanted to wait until she was ready.

Dr. Granger awaited me near the locker rooms when I got to work. This alarmed me because she usually went out of her way to make it look like she and I were mere acquaintances at the hospital. Her face told me she didn’t have good news.

“Hey,” she said when I drew near. “I need to talk to you.”

“What’s up?”

“Bethany,” Dr. Granger said. “She’s leaving.” Ignoring my shock, she continued, “She put in her two weeks today. She’s transferring to a hospital in Pueblo.”

“Pueblo? Bethany doesn’t want to live in Pueblo!”

“I’m just telling you what I heard from your boss. I tried to talk to Bethany, but it was a cold conversation, if you know what I mean. I can’t convince her to stay. I’m sure she thinks of me as part of the problem.” She pushed off the wall and walked past me. “Thought you’d want to know.”

I went into the locker room and called London. We talked about the news for ten minutes before I left the locker room again, still in my street clothes. I went to my boss’s office and knocked.

“Come in,” she said.

She was surprised to see me not wearing my scrubs.

“Kitt,” she said, putting down her pen and straightening her glasses. “What is going on? You should be out on the floor by now.”

“I quit,” I said. “Effective immediately. London is quitting, too.”

“Excuse me?” she said. “You can’t quit for somebody else.”

“She will be sending you an email very shortly.”

Now the glasses came off, and when my boss took off her glasses, she was not happy.

“Bethany just quit earlier today. I can’t lose three people in one day. I need you to work a little longer. Give us some time to hire and train new staff.”

“I think I can convince Bethany to stay, but I think it would help if you gave her a raise.”

My boss smiled sourly. “I offered her one. A good one. She still said no.”

“I’ll talk to her. I know you’ve wanted London and me to quit since everyone found out about our other job, so this can’t be too severe of a blow for you. You hired a new nurse a month ago. The one you jokingly told me not to have sex with...”

The glasses went back on. “I admit our situation has been stressful, but you’ve done an admirable job of staying professional, which is all I can ask for. I would greatly appreciate it if you could convince Bethany to stay. And since you’re quitting, I guess I can also tell you how much I have appreciated your contribution to my adult film collection. You’ve helped me sleep more soundly several nights over the last few months.”

My boss did not look me in the eye as she said this, but still managed to redden magnificently.

I laughed softly. “Uh, thanks.”

I left the hospital and went straight to Bethany’s condo. Her car was there, so I knocked on the front door. I heard footsteps approach the door, then stop. A long pause followed. Then her voice came through the door.

“Go away, Kitt.”

“Bethany, please. I need to talk.”

“I don’t care. Leave me alone.”

I banged once on the door. “C’mon, Beth! Open the door so I can talk. You owe me that much.”

“Owe you?” She barked out a cold laugh. “I don’t owe you anything. Leave me alone and stay out of my life.”

Over the next few days, I tried several times to get Bethany to talk to me. I borrowed a friend’s phone and called her. She hung up on me. I waited outside her house for her to leave, blocking her car with my body. She revved her engine and went straight at me. I dodged with less than a second to spare. I went to her windows and banged on the glass. She opened it, called 911, and told the dispatcher there was a strange man peeping at her.

Meanwhile, Gina, London, and I began boxing belongings between our two residences. We planned to move into the new place, do as many of the improvements as we could on our own, and hire contractors to do the rest. This would save us some money, though how much depended on how good we were at home repairs and remodeling. When we weren’t boxing, we watched DIY YouTube videos and TV programs about remodeling homes to teach us what we could do with the ample space we’d bought.

As I emptied the dresser drawer in my bedroom, I found a large quantity of gum wrappers. I had forgotten all about them until one fell out of a small book filled with my high school friends’ senior pictures. I bent down and picked up the square of aluminum paper. I held it to my nose and sniffed. The wrapper still smelled faintly of watermelon. On the inside, I’d written two words:

First kiss

The scent brought me back to the night several years ago when Bethany and I had kissed. She’d been nervous my breath would smell bad, so she shoved a stick of Watermelon Twist Trident gum into my mouth, discarding the silver wrapper. I chewed the gum as directed and kept the wrapper safely folded in my pocket. I opened the book and turned to the first page—Bethany’s picture.

She hadn’t changed much. Even in high school, she’d had that cute girl next door look. Now, she was more of a beautiful woman, even though I still tended to see her as the same cute high school girl. In those days, she’d worn her brunette hair longer and played softball, so her white olive complexion had been darker. But the dimple hadn’t changed at all. Her body tone had slowed once she quit playing softball, but she had always stayed fit.

I’d nursed a crush on her for a long time. I had been so scared after that kiss. It had been my idea to remain friends instead of risking what we had on a different kind of relationship. My decision. I’d been stupid. I didn’t want Bethany to leave for Pueblo. I wanted her in my life. I wanted another chance with her to make things right.

I looked at the other Trident gum wrappers. They were all labeled. My handwriting had changed from 2^nd grade in Mrs. Carter’s class to our 6th-grade dance to our high school graduation to the first day of nursing school and up until a few months ago.

I had about forty of them in total. I scooped them all up and found an envelope and a piece of paper. Then I sat down and wrote a note. It read:

I tucked the letter and the wrappers into the envelope and sealed it shut. Then I made a beeline for my car. I had no way of knowing if Bethany was home, so driving to her place was the only way to find out. I knocked on her door and waited.

“Bethany! I need to give you something!” I knocked again.

“Are you serious, Kitt?” she yelled through the door. “I’m calling the police. Again.”

“I’m just going to give you this and leave! I swear! I can slip it through the door if you open it a crack ... Then I’m gone. I promise.”

I swore I heard a sigh coming from inside before the door opened a sliver. I pushed the envelope through the crack and left. Part of me hoped she would stop me as I got to my car or come running after me, but she didn’t. I got in my car, waited a few beats, revved my engine, and went home.

Back at my apartment, I finished packing my stuff. My heart was heavy. I had expected a different outcome. Gina left to get the moving truck. We would load London’s stuff first, then take the truck to my place and fill the remaining space with mine and Gina’s belongings. A lot of my furniture had to go. Many pieces didn’t have the look we wanted for the setting and style planned for our new home/studio. We would sell whatever items we weren’t keeping to raise money for new furniture. Every little bit helped.

We worked all afternoon loading the truck at London’s place, then drove it to mine. London, who admittedly had better taste in style and design, was saving more of her furniture for the time being. I was keeping my bed and sitting chair until we found more suitable pieces for the new house. Gina had no furniture except for her doggy bed, which she still slept in and insisted on keeping for now.

As we loaded the last items out of my apartment, a car pulled up behind the U-Haul. It was Bethany’s car. She got out, barely recognizable in her oversized winter coat and beanie. Her cheeks were pale with light red dusting from the cold. In one gloved hand, she held the envelope I had slipped her.

She marched up to me, waving it, glaring at me. “Did you mean this?”

I looked at it, swallowing hard. “Yes.”

“Every word?”

“Yes.”

Bethany stared at me for another minute before pointing behind me toward my apartment. “Then I need to talk to you privately, please.”

It was an order. I followed her into my apartment, through the living room, down the hall, and into my bedroom, bare of everything but the carpet. She waited for me to enter before closing the door behind me.