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Stud
“Danny Markridge, the world’s greatest
lover.” The small brass plaque by the front
door proudly declared. And to Danny, it was the
absolute truth. A wide boy with a penchant for the
latest in technology, and women, he was a serious
collector of both.
It really made his day when a technology seller,
in the form of an attractive woman, brought a new
‘toy’ to his attention. Her clothing,
though formal and almost austere, hid nothing of her
figure.
“It is absolutely the latest in
V.R…” The saleswoman persisted despite
his being thoroughly absorbed in the task of
assessing her as his next conquest. “Perhaps if
you tried the unit using the demonstration model, you
might find it at least as interesting as my
breasts?” She pulled her jacket closed and
buttoned it in place, barely hiding the ample charms
that fought for freedom behind an almost transparent
blouse.
Danny grinned, not the least bit embarrassed by the
fact that his attention had strayed away from the
poor bitch’s sales pitch. “If it’s
as good as you say it is, then you never know, I
might bump into you in there.” He leered at her
then stepped back and opened the door just wide
enough for the woman to squeeze past him and into
the apartment. As her jacketed tits brushed against
him, Danny’s grin widened.
She strode into the centre of the room, looked around
at the sparse, though very modern, furnishings,
admiring the high level of technology that was strewn
about the place. “If you would like to make
yourself comfortable Mr…?’ She prompted
him for his name.
“Danny’s the name and women’s the
game!” He quipped as he strolled over to a
multi-recliner.
“Yes, well… Danny, if you’d like to
get comfortable I will run the demonstration for
you.”
Even before she had finished Danny was settled into
the m-r seat. “Ready whenever you are, my
darlin’!”
The woman sighed deeply, the action emphasising the
twin protuberances beneath blouse and jacket.
“What’s your name, love?”
“Robinson… Miss Robinson.” Her
response was abruptly formal.
“Well, miss Robinson, I think that it’s
only fair that I know your first name, don’t
you?’ In Danny’s mind, he was already running
through the agenda. It wouldn’t be long before
this ‘miss’ became a ‘hit’.
“Rebecca, if you really must know…”
The deep sigh repeated. “…Shall we
begin?” She offered Danny a barely veiled
glare.
“I’d love to.” His grin faded into
a lewd smile as he murmured his reply.
“…Becky.” He added as an
afterthought.
Rebecca opened the folio that she carried and
produced what looked like nothing more than a narrow
band of dark coloured plastic. She held it up for
inspection. “The visor is slim, comfortable and
fully attuned to the thoughts of the user.”
“That’s new. I haven’t seen
anything like that on the market.” Danny
expectantly reached for the visor, but Rebecca
withdrew it from his reach.
“When you’ve bought one you can handle it
as much as you like, but not before…” A
look of warning crossed her face, but swiftly faded
into a gentle, reassuring smile. “Ready?”
Danny folded his arms. “Okay, I’m
ready.” He was clearly disappointed.
Rebecca walked around behind him, eased him back
into the seat and gently lowered the visor to rest
over his eyes.
Instant darkness, followed by a slight spasm of pain,
like a small electrical shock, that passed along the
length of the visor.
A moment later he could see his room. He was still in
the m-r seat and Rebecca’s folio still lay on
the floor. “It doesn’t seem to be
working…’ He teased as he reached up for
the visor.
It wasn’t there.
He tilted his head back as he searched for Becky.
She stood over him, an anxious look on her face.
“Sorry. I should have warned you about the
little jolt.” The visor, now in her hands, was
carried back to her folio. Once it was safely stowed
she stood up and turned to Danny. “If I can
make it up to you…?”
“Nah…” It was an automatic
response, which Danny cut short. “…well
perhaps I can take you out for lunch?”
Becky pursed her lips then nodded reluctantly.
“Okay, but it’s not a date, or
anything.” She fixed her gaze on his eyes.
“Just so we’re clear, all right?”
Twinkling lights danced in her blue irises and it
appeared that something more than the cold shoulder
was being offered.
“Sure!” Danny readily agreed.
“What’s gourmet for you?”
“Uh… it’s a bit of a cliché, but
I actually do like Italian food.” She grinned
weakly and shrugged her shoulders.
Danny’s gaze flicked to her chest, observing
natural movement.
Nothing ‘kit-form’ about this one.
A warm smile came to his lips. “It just so
happens that, next to Chinese, Italian is my
favourite too.” He rose easily to his feet and
gathered up a jacket. “Come on then.
Let’s eat.” He guided her to the door.
Following behind her, he was pleased to note that
she had not gathered up her folio, which would mean
she’d have to come back to his place to get it.
Two and a half hours later they returned to
Danny’s apartment.
“I’m really sorry. The folio totally
slipped my mind.” Rebecca slurred the words
slightly, having consumed the better part of two
bottles of Chianti.
Danny offered a teasing, sidelong glance.
“Before I let you loose on the world again,
I’d better get you a strong cup of
coffee.”
“I suppose you’d like me to apologise for
that as well.” She giggled, spoiling the stern
expression that had risen to her face. Her shoulder
rested against the wall, allowing her to stand
upright without wobbling.
Danny ignored her as he made the coffee. When it was
ready he carried it over and offered her the cup,
handle first.
“Oh…” She took the cup and
immediately placed it to one side.
“…screw the coffee.” Her arms
embraced him, drawing him close. The warm cushions of
her breasts pressing against his chest as her lips
brushed lightly against his.
He responded with equal tenderness, his hands easily
holding her slender waist.
The light kisses became more intense as their
passions became aroused.
Her hands moved to his chest and began to smooth
across his muscular frame.
His right hand dropped to her left buttock, gently
squeezing at the firm flesh. The left hand found
its way to her right breast. A moment, or two, of
gentle massage produced the desired result, a light
friction in the palm of his hand as her nipple rose
to erection.
Breathing became an audible process as the kissing
continued, forcing them both to inhale, and exhale,
through their nostrils.
Garments loosened, disengaged and were discarded.
Danny and Becky slid gracefully to the floor.
Bodies merged, writhing and intertwining. The sheen
of sweat facilitating the smoothest of actions as
their bodies glided easily against each other.
Movements became more and more urgent.
Rebecca convulsed, juddering as a climax ravaged her
senses.
Danny didn’t even break his stride as he also
came.
Moments later a second, slightly less turbulent
orgasm rocked Becky’s body.
The strain was beginning to tell as a grimace emerged
on Danny’s face.
As Rebecca reached a third climax, Danny relented
and satisfied his body’s demand for a final
release. His energy spent, he allowed his body to
settle gently to one side.
A gentle kiss touched his forehead before Rebecca
lay back to rest.
Their breathing slowed as they rested.
Danny’s eyes closed as he drifted into the
euphoric oblivion of post coital sleep.
When he awakened Rebecca had gone, leaving a
scribbled note. “Call me.” Beneath that
simple message was a telephone number. Danny smiled.
Another woman had surrendered to his charms.
The smile faded as he read the note again. He wanted
to call her and that unsettled him. He offered the
scrap of paper to the waste disposal unit, changed
his mind and pinned it to the notice board.
He took a shower. Then, having dressed for a night
out, he headed for the door. He glanced at
Rebecca’s note. “A pity about the visor
though.” He murmured as he closed the door
behind him.
Across the room from the m-r seat in which Danny sat
unmoving, visor over his eyes, Rebecca Robinson
lifted her watch to her mouth. “Three hours
elapsed. Subject Daniel Markridge is stable and ready
for transport.”
“Are you sure he’s the one? I have no
record of a Daniel Markridge after that…”
She got a barely audible reply from the watch.
Rebecca interrupted the speaker. “Then
I’ve got the one I’ve been looking
for.” A tension-releasing sigh hissed between
her lips. “Initiate.”
A moment later they were gone, vanishing into the
ether.
From the sterile environment of the observation
lounge a woman stared at the still forms that lay in
a row in the adjoining room. Her eyes wandered from
end to end, pausing momentarily as they rested on
Danny’s body. Tubes, catheters and wires
connected the body to the machine under the bench on
which he lay. His physique reduced to a pale, flaccid
shadow of its original condition. Had Danny known
anything about it, he would have been mortified.
A small cable connected the woman’s right
temple to a console in front of her enabling the
monitoring of his activities within his V.R. prison.
Her eyes lost their focus as she witnessed yet
another moment of tender affection between Danny and
Rebecca.
Then it was just Danny going to his favourite
nightclub.
“Watching again Becca?” A man’s
voice broke into her daydreaming.
“Hnh.” She grunted in response, angered
by the interruption. “He’s a-typical.
The victim count is currently five and…
wait… ssshhhh!”
Becca became motionless as she closed her eyes.
The man moved to stand behind her, took up another
cable, pressed the tab to his right temple and ceased
moving. A moment later he winced as Becca screamed in
synch with Danny’s latest victim.
They both snatched off the cables and discarded them.
Becca’s chest heaved, her breathing deep and
rapid. “Make… that… six.” She
looked at the man, her face pale and drawn.
“I didn’t see it coming.”
The man’s expression settled from shocked to
thoughtful. “How did you find him?”
Becca shook her head. “Blind luck really. I had
a vague trail to trace back, but with only three
victims on record it was hard to connect.” She
sighed. “Before the incursion the only thing
that I could say for certain that they had in common
was that they all went to the same night club, and
the same bar.”
“Danny Markridge.” The man mused.
“A name that would have been synonymous with
rape had he ever been caught.” He patted Becca
on the shoulder. “Good work, even if you think
it was luck I still credit you with the
capture.” A gentle smile backed up his words.
“Thanks Daryl.” She placed her hand over
his. “Did you know not one of the victims
dated, or even spoke to Danny?”
“Yes, which is all the more reason for giving
you credit for taking him out of society before the
first one.” Daryl’s eyes had a faint glow
of pride in them.
“Was it before the first?” Becca”s
brow beetled.
Daryl tapped his temple and gave a small nod.
“I spoke to him in person.” He shivered.
“A nice, sociable young man with everything he
could ever want. Except to be dominant over his
women.” He turned his gaze to Becca’s
eyes. “When I say dominant I mean it in the
most brutal fashion. His imagination is even more
vivid than what we just witnessed.”
It was Becca’s turn to shiver.
Daryl is the toughest prison psychologist that I know
and if Danny scares him… Thank the stars he will
never walk the streets again.
Danny smiled, oblivious to events outside of his
head. He was as happy as a ‘sand boy’.
Women, and gadgets, seemed to be queuing up for his
delectation. Not only that, but Becky was a constant
in his life of change. She seemed to understand and
everything fitted nicely together.
Plus, of course, she was coming round tonight.
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