Weeks had passed since my disturbing encounter with Harrison and Callie. As much as I was still freaked out, I found myself jacking off whenever I thought about it. Jane and Ted didn't have any projects for me through the X-treme division. Instead, I was working on some coding for an AI software program used to create artistic photos. It was a relief to work on something so benign for a change.
I decided to take Ms. Stone up on her offer of medical insurance coverage. Given some of the acting, modeling, and life situations I've been experiencing I thought it a good idea to have doctors I could call in case something unforeseen happened.
I was having a slow day, so I rode my bike over to the medical facility. As Ms. Stone had mentioned, it was in the same building where I had been poked and prodded by the doctors of the FD Corp. This time I noticed that there were both female and male staff members.
None of the doctors or nurses was particularly noteworthy. I was given a no-nonsense physical complete with blood tests. I was happy that I was not required to be nude at all. No one groped or ogled me. It was sure different from the FD Corp. medical facility. One doctor did recommend that I get a tetanus booster shot and that was about it.
I was given a card for proof of coverage. The medical group also had a website I could use to ask questions, set up appointments, see test results and such. I thought it was pretty cool.
As I was getting ready to head home, I got a call from Miss Victoria on my cell phone.
"Randy, I would like you to make yourself available in the evening this Friday. I will be leaving town to attend to various clients in other cities and I've decided I want your cock inside my pussy before I go. Most of my clients are old and fat with tiny dicks. I want you to satisfy me. I will need to stop by your place on Thursday to prepare you. I believe you have a theatrical agent. Check with your agent. I want to use a temporary dye on your hair. It's the kind that shampoos out in a few days."
She barely let me say that I was available before hanging up. I sent off a quick text to my agent, Shirley, about the hair dye. The thought of finally getting to fuck her had my cock swelling and lengthening in my running shorts. Unfortunately, the shorts were unlined, and I hadn't worn briefs or a jockstrap. Although my cock didn't pop out, I did pitch a noticeable tent all the way home.
I was feeling particularly horny, and when I stopped at a traffic light and a female driver noticed my obvious erection. I stripped off my t-shirt and rode home bare-chested. I flirted with several drivers and pedestrians on the way home. If public nudity were allowed in Los Angeles, I would have stripped off my shorts and biked home bare-assed with my hard-on bouncing along as I pedaled.
One female passenger was very pretty and took her time ogling my shirtless, sweaty torso. The light was long and so I ran my hands sensuously up and down my body while giving her my most seductive smile. When she ran her tongue over her lips I knew it was safe to grab the base of my cock and display the tent I was pitching. She pretended shock but gave me a 'thumbs up' as the light changed.
The car and my bicycle kept pace. As we approached the next red traffic light, I made sure my bike was close to the passenger window. The girl inside whispered something to the driver and reached her arm out of the window. Her hand glided up my muscular thigh and she managed to work her fingers underneath my running shorts. She grabbed hold of my steely member and squeezed it firmly. Her lips made an 'Oooooh' shape.
The light was one of those endlessly long 5-way stops. She actually had time to give my cock a few good strokes before we had to move on. I would have been happy to let her milk me right there on the street. I heard laughter as the car drove off in a different direction.
I sped home and was ready to get inside and crank one out when I heard Vera's voice calling me from her studio.
"Randy, SWEETIE...can you help me with something for a minute?"
I knew she wouldn't mind if I was still sporting wood.
"What's up, Vera?"
Her eyes darted right to my crotch. A quick smile flashed across her mouth.
"DARLING...I'm starting work on a new art experience, but I need to see if the special effects will work. Put this on your arm."
She handed me what looked like a black shirt sleeve. It was black and stretchy and covered me from wrist to shoulder.
"Now put on these safety goggles. There are tiny charges imbedded in the fabric; the kind they use in movies to simulate gunshot wounds. If this works, my special effects friend will make a full body suit for me. Now stand over here with your arm straight out at your side."
Vera turned off the lights in the studio and switched on what I assumed was a blacklight. My running shorts happened to be white. My still tumescent cock looked remarkably large under the glowing fabric, which looked like a disembodied pair of shorts floating in the air.
"The little charges are full of neon colored paint that should burst and then drip down the fabric. The colors should glow in the blacklight. Hold still while I try the control."
Vera pressed some buttons and I felt some minor pressure against my skin. I looked at the sleeve and sure enough, bits of neon colored paint were dripping down the fabric. In the dark the black fabric almost disappeared, and it looked as though the colors were floating in the air.
"Hey, Vera, this looks pretty cool."
"I'm SO glad it seems to work. I'm very excited. I don't want to tell you any more. I'm still working out the final details. And I STILL need to decide on the model! Thanks for your help."
She turned on the studio lights. I removed the sleeve and she checked my arm for any marks. The little charges didn't seem to do any harm to the skin.
I flopped down on my bed and looked down at my crotch. My hard-on was poking straight up. I wondered if I could make myself cum by stroking my cock through the running shorts. I gave my cock a good squeeze and started slowly milking myself, enjoying the fact that my cock was more than two handsfull.
My mind was racing with thoughts of Callie and Victoria. The experience with Harrison and Callie should have left me feeling dirty and depraved, but every time I thought about what happened that night my dick got rock-hard.
Victoria was making me crazy. I knew she was a dominatrix. I knew that she was using me for fun. I also knew that she wasn't going to let me inside her sweet pussy lips without some elaborate scenario. I pounded my pud faster and faster, bucking my hips as I fucked my hands. I let out a loud groan and watched in fascination as the milky white fluid seeped out of my piss slit through the thin fabric of the shorts.
The rest of the week was uneventful. I continued working on the codes for the AI software. I thought I might scan some of the magazine or bronze rider photos of myself and try manipulating those once my work got to that point.
Miss Victoria arrived promptly a 5 p.m. on Friday. I was actually a bit nervous wondering what she had in mind. She was wearing what looked like a one-piece bathing suit with a zippered skirt around her waist. It was the first time I had seen her without a wig. Her own light brown hair was short and casual. It gave her a much softer appearance than her usual wigs which I suppose were a better look for a dominatrix. She was holding a cardboard box.
"Randy, why are you dressed in my presence...strip!"
I shucked off my t-shirt, gym shorts and sneakers.
"What are you willing to do in order to fuck me?"
I could feel my breath coming faster.
"Anything."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, ANYTHING."
"Very well.
"I have a contract for you to sign with various waivers and disclaimers. If you agree we will be attending a private cosplay party attended by some very high-profile people into the B&D and S&M scenes. Everyone will be in costume and masked so that no one will be readily recognized. No photography of any kind is permitted. What I want from you will involve some bondage and anal play. I will permit your cock inside me for the amusement of the other guests. Are you quite sure you want to do this?"