The idea for this story comes from JR Parz and the Master PC stories. I write this inspired by his original work.
Chapter 4: Ruth Jones
Waking up at exactly 11am, Stephen figured that meant that Imogen and Alex were still together. Still feeling the resolve to wait, he instructed the program to alert him when the recording was done and then went to check on Sophie, as he hadn't seen her for a few days.
"Morning Sophie," he said, knocking on her door.
"Hey Stephen," replied a slightly croaky voice. He slowly opened her door to see her still laying under her covers, "thought I'd have a lie in day, since it's Sunday. Plus I'm kinda feeling a bit crap."
"What's wrong?" he replied, thinking that even with her golden hair in a big tousled mess she looked anything but crap.
"I miss Robbie. Well not really. He's been really immature about this whole break-up, so I don't really miss him, I just miss... having a boyfriend I suppose."
"Maybe you need to find someone new then?"
"I agree, but I'm just not ready yet. I'd still be remembering things about Robbie. I'd be too scared of hurting the other person."
"Well, let me take you out for lunch then. We can pretend we're on a date. Or can even be a real one if you like?"
"Oh Stephen, that's so sweet. I should revise though; I'm really behind because I've been moping."
"Oh, OK, just thought I'd help you get your mind off Robbie," replied Stephen, feeling slightly disappointed.
"No, you're right. Let's grab dinner," she said, and then rolled out from under her quilt. She walked over to him and gave him a peck on the cheek, just left of his lips. Being as subtle as he could he tried to check out her entire body; she was dressed in a loose mid-length strappy top and a pair of pink pants. The pants were quite modest, but they allowed him to check out the lower half of her very shapely bum as she went to fetch a towel from her radiator.
"Well, I'll pick you up at seven then?" replied Stephen, then continued, feeling a little bolder, "make sure to wear something sexy, in case you get lucky."
"Excuse me?" questioned Sophie, her eyebrow raised. Stephen was about to reply apologetically, when she gave him a cheeky smile and continued, "I always look sexy. And I think you'll find that you'd be the lucky one to get some of this." She turned round and shook her bum a little then giggled before telling him she needed to shower. Stephen returned to his room and opened up his Macbook. A bubble had popped up in the corner of the screen altering him to the fact his video was finished recording. He looked over at his phone to see a text message from Imogen.
"OH MY FUCKING GOD!! Best sex ever! And she's a massive slut too! Call me ASAP!"
As soon as she picked up the phone she started talking, with the pace of an excited schoolgirl, "The sex was awesome, I'll tell you about it when I next see you, but just before we left we saw we both got texts from guys asking us if we're busy today, so we agreed to go over, fuck our respective guys; we've got invitations from three each, and then meet up again later and decide which one to go have a threesome with! I did say we could go have sex with you, sweetie, but we both decided it might be more fun to try a threesome with someone new. But I promise I'll come and fuck you later today or as early as I can tomorrow. Got to go nearly at the first guy's house his name is James, for your list. Bye!"
She hung up before he could even say a word but that was fine by him, because what little she described had made him even more eager to watch his video. Before starting it, he opened up a Word document and noted down the names of all of Imogen's sexual partners and the dates they first had sex, where he knew them, using the Master Program to jog his memory. After entering the 24th name, he saved it under 'Imogen List' in the same folder as his new video. From the file details, he could see it was in highest definition his computer could support, taking the filesize to nearly 100GB. He made a mental note to buy an external hard drive or two, and then started the video. He immediately noticed it was a 17 hour video, and realised that a lot of this video might be of them sleeping or doing other mundane things. He opened up the Master Program and asked it if it was allowed to edit videos, remembering the earlier conversation he had had with the program when he first used it. It responded by telling him it could edit images only to reconcile changes to subjects' memories and physical appearance, unless itself had created the image, which in this case it had. He asked it to make a second file from the first full video, to make it 'look professional' and to cut out any bits he would find boring. Instantly a second file appeared next to the first, which was just over 9 hours long. He clicked it and it began to run.
The screen was white, then in a faded wipe, text saying 'Imogen Daniels' appeared on the screen. 'Alexandra Leyland' appeared next, underneath it, finally followed by yesterday's date. A view of Imogen from behind replaced the text, clearly showing how inappropriately short her outfit was, before the 'camera' panned round to her front. The time was showing in the bottom left hand corner of the screen, indicating it was 7:10pm, just after she had sent him the pictures of her outfit. She was examining herself in the mirror; she was inspecting the silver chain which was around her neck, evidently checking to see it matched her earrings. She then let her hair down and shook her head so it all flowed freely. Next she pulled down her top below her nipples, and twisted her rings so that the ball bearing was correctly orientated at the bottom of the ring. Seemingly satisfied, she lifted up the front of her dress and examined the hood piercing. She started to rub it against her clit for a few seconds; she started to moan a little before moving over to the bed. She searched in her purse for a minute to pull out her mini-vibrator, which she pressed against her clit.
As it began to buzz, the screen faded to Alex's bedroom. She was lying on her back legs spread, wearing a pink dress that was hoicked up to her waist. She was rapidly gyrating her vibrator, which she had inserted deep into herself. She cried out loudly and tensed her whole body for a few seconds before rolling of the bed lazily. She stepped into the black heels she had worn during the night of their threesome, or at least a very similar looking pair, and then stood up, looking unbalanced for a second. She pulled the skirt of her dress down; hers was just long enough to cover her ass, unlike Imogen's, but it was still far too short to be going commando in. The top half of the dress was also revealing; the front was huge scoop neck that came down below her belly button and left most of her sideboob on show, the back was very open too; the dress was halter-neck style and cut so low that it just stopped above her butt cleavage, leaving the middle part of her tramp stamp on show, though the rest was still just visible through the light colour fabric. She grabbed her vibrator from the bed and walked through to her kitchen, where another girl was cooking something on the hob.
"Hey Kate, sorry, didn't realise you were in," she said, speaking to the other girl. Kate was only on the screen for a few seconds but Stephen was not bothered about her, as she was plain-looking and a little bit chubby round the waist.
