If this is the first Shelacta Tale you have read, please go the appendix to learn about this world.
Third Tale: The Businessman and the Actress.
Fred was known as a 'warm' man. He was not liked but known to make money from almost everything he touched. The legality of most of his enterprises was dubious but he made most money from the mischance of catching a heavy cold.
While he was recovering he still had heavy catarrh and a blocked nose. Sarah, a pre-fertile woman whose sexual trap was her scent tried to trap him. He couldn't detect Sarah's scent and her trap failed. Fred wasn't the man to miss an opportunity. He grabbed Sarah and roughly penetrated her, causing her to lose her sexual trap. You can see why Fred wasn't liked.
He then offered Sarah a deal to prevent her from becoming an outcast. If she would work for him as a chemically induced 'milker' he would provide the men necessary for her to become fertile. Sarah reluctantly accepted and effectively became his slave. He promised the men but took his time delivering them.
As a 'milker' Sarah was hired out to families with sons approaching their 18th birthdays who couldn't afford the cost of milkers from reputable sources. Fred would let Sarah give the first couple of feeds to the son and then whisk her away. She would be returned only after a further larger payment to Fred. Desperate families raised loans, mortgaged their homes, sold their cars, did anything to raise the cash. Fred made them very aware that their son would not be Sarah's slave but Fred's.
Fred had some nose plugs made to fit. Then he went looking for pre-fertile women who used their scent as a trap. Once he had penetrated them he offered the same deal as he had offered Sarah. Soon he had a stable of twenty milkers and was trading under a succession of company names as soon as each company became notorious.
Only once did this ploy fail. One woman was allergic to the chemical and vomited out every dose. Fred didn't want to waste her so he considered her other talents. Celia wanted to be an actress so Fred sent her for interview at a stage school. Fred told her that she could only be entered at the school if she would identify pre-fertile women with scent traps to him. The bargain was one woman for each term's fees and board.
Celia begged and pleaded for Fred to release her, to allow her just to go, but he wouldn't. Eventually she agreed to his infamous bargain. She would identify one scent trap woman for each term of stage school. What she didn't say was that she would warn every woman she identified about Fred's activities. Woman after woman evaded Fred's clumsy attempts at penetration. Celia claimed that she had fulfilled her part of the bargain. If Fred was incompetent, that wasn't her fault, was it?
Celia wanted to be independent of Fred but she wasn't earning any money as a student actress. She started moonlighting doing bit parts in TV commercials. She emoted well as one of 'Two tarts in a kitchen' enthusing about the new cleaning product. She had begun to build up money in a bank account. Then she had her big break.
As she was leaving the stage academy one evening she was approached by a woman she recognised as a frequent spectator at the small productions the students put on at the end of each term.
"Celia," the woman said, "I understand that you need money."
Celia started. How could this woman know that?
"I might," she said cautiously.
"Then I might be able to help you. Tomorrow, skip the canteen lunch and meet me at my office. You'll get a free meal and I'll make a suggestion to you. You can turn it down with no hard feelings on either side. I don't think you will reject it."
The woman pressed a business card into Celia's hand and walked away. Celia looked at the card. It read "Ms. Victoria, Casting Agent, Scram Video Productions" with an address close to the stage academy. Celia walked past the address on the way back to her tiny bedsit. It looked like a normal if scruffy office building. It didn't look like a den of thieves.
That night Celia considered her options. Unless she did something significant she would remain in Fred's clutches for the rest of her life. What had she got to lose? She decided to keep the appointment and for the first time in months she went to sleep with a faint glimmer of hope.
The next morning Celia dressed herself with care. Under her jogging suit she wore silken trousers and a halter top. She attended the lectures with a distracted mind. She had recently noticed a disturbing change in Fred's scheme with his milkers. He was getting the milkers hooked on hard drugs, an arms-length sideline. He set up dealers and took a cut of the proceeds. Now his milkers were feeding a dose of hard drugs in their milk as the young men drank. Some of the men experienced highs after the milk, highs that could only be repeated by taking drugs supplied by Fred's team of dealers.
Fred only selected the milkers that were coming to the end of their usefulness for the drug treatment. The high dosages would kill the milkers in a matter of months. Fred didn't care. They were a diminishing asset. Years of forced milk production was making the women unattractive and difficult to place with paying customers. Those who chose the drug-laced milkers paid a cheaper rate – at first.
Sarah, his first milker was one that Fred had selected. She knew she was slowly dying and wanted revenge. Celia had met Sarah several times. Fred wanted Celia to know her fate if she didn't co-operate with him. He told her that she too would end like Sarah. That was a mistake. Celia and Sarah became friends.
At lunchtime Celia shed her jogging suit and walked quickly to Scram Video. She was expected and taken straight to Ms. Victoria's office.
"Hello, Celia," said Ms. Victoria. "I hoped you would come. Please call me Vicky. That's my real name."
"OK, Vicky."
"What Scram Video does is mild pornography for sale to protected men. We make videos showing men apparently surrendering to women's sexual traps. Protected men cannot experience the traps but they can fantasise about them. We try to produce films to enhance their fantasy. Usually we film the women on their own. For the breast-trap we show closer and closer views of the cleavage until the whole screen is blurred. Each video may have twenty women performing the breast-trap."
"Is there sex involved?"
"No. The farthest we go is simulated sex. Camera angle and suggestion are used to give a picture of something that doesn't actually happen in front of the camera. We do very mild porn. Our magazines are sold on the top shelf of newsagents. Our videos are never categorised higher than an 18. A restricted category would inhibit sales or lead the customer to expect more than we would want to film or he would get."
"Where do I come in?"
"I have watched you for several terms, Celia. I think you have a talent for acting that we could use. We are not a company that a straight actress would want on her resume. We know that. We try to preserve our women's identities. But what we do offer is experience and – money."
Celia nearly blurted out 'How much money', but asked instead:
"What do you want me to do?"
"Two things, Celia. The first is a screen test. That can be done after lunch. The second is to break with Fred..."
Celia gasped. Fred could kill her.
"...we know that isn't easy. We think we can help. I have a suggestion."
"Yes?" Celia was being very cautious.
"We know that Sarah is your friend. We know that she is dying."
Tears sprang into Celia's eyes. It didn't matter how Vicky knew. It was true.
"We think that you and Sarah could trap Fred with this."
Vicky put a small bottle on the table.
"What is it?" Celia asked.
"It is Rop... I forget the name, it's better known as the date rape drug."
"The drug they add to a girl's drink that makes her forget everything and act willing?"
"That's the one. It also works on men."
