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Eric's Note: This is 99% by my friend.
Gambler's Note: Basically I got this story idea from Waldo's recent story. And
since Waldo's name is mentioned in the story, I would like to thank him for the
great stories he wrote so far, and hope he would soon able to completely
recovers from his year old auto accident injuries to his hands and return to
writing those wonderful tales that one wishes to be true at all cost. Thanks
Waldo for all you've done!
Thank God It's Friday!
By Eric and Gambler
"Good morning at 7 in this wonderful Friday morning, this is your DJ..." said
the disgustingly cheerful voice. The radio alarm sounded and I woke up from my
dream, yet nothing was right. I mean, I remembered I was Jason Walton, 22, and
about to know if I was about to get a permanent job for the next few years after
working for the company for the last two months as a temp. But something was
totally like wrong. The room was wrong, the bed was wrong, the smell around me
was wrong, and as I brushed aside my long hair from my face, I knew something
was absolutely wrong.
Long hair, big breasts, big lips, and long nails! I got up and found myself was
sleeping in the nude, and for the first time in my life, I couldn't see my
little Johnny down there! I looked at myself in the mirror, still having no idea
what was going on. A slight coldness was felt around my new body, which I
clearly seen my nipples reacted to the new sensation. I found a baby blue silk
gown and robe hanging on the bedpost and put them on. Then the high heel
slippers next to the bed pretty much completed the look, except I had problems
with the high heels. I took them off and left them where I found them, then
slowly checking out the room I was in, and then explored down the hallway that
had a staircase.
The walk down the stair in the quiet house was unnerving, since I have no idea
what was going on. But it was from the kitchen area that I heard someone was
cooking. I slowly went there, and found a young woman in French maid uniform was
cooking breakfast, apparently for me. Another young woman was on the phone; she
was dressed very sharply, showing off her pair of long legs with mini-skirt of
sort that matching her jacket. That young woman saw me and gave me a quick smile
before finished her phone call. She walked toward me, then we sat down on the
high chair next to the kitchen counter, and she started to give me list of
things I had to do for the day.
I, or the body of Terri Greene now belonged to me, and she must be a busy woman,
and sounded wealthy too, since she could afford the house in question with maids
and an assistant. Quick check of my hands found I wasn't wearing any rings that
might tell me this body was married. The list of things needed to do and
functions needed to attend almost make me believe I was a socialite that was
looking for a cute, nice and RICH man to fall in love with, meaning fall in love
with their money. And in order for me to do that, I guessed, I must look nice
almost every waking moment of my life. I finished the breakfast while my
assistant was going over other things that I might need to do, and whose phone
calls I must return within few days.
With that part of morning done, I walked back up to my room, with both a maid
and my assistant following me. They went to my closet and drawers, laying out
clothes I would be wearing today, and got me ready for the shower, all the
necessary things that a girl has to do before facing a cruel world. I would try
to manage appearing like the most beautiful woman in the world when I walked out
of the front door of the house.
Hair shampoo, conditioner, body wash liquid soap, checking hairs on the pair of
long legs, facial steaming, facial lotions, drying hair, curling the long hair,
hair spray and moose, with a few other things, were the basic things my two
helpers did to me in the bathroom. They applied the foundation, mascara, lip
foundation, a little blush on the cheek, lipstick, black lining, eye shadow,
glossy lip finish coating, eye liner and few others were just for the face
alone. They then utilized body lotions and perfumes, dressing me in panties, a
brief back-closer bra, pantyhose, silk slip, silk blouse, short skirt, and then
the matching jacket. Earrings, bracelets, watch, necklaces, and a silk
handkerchief finished the touch.
When I finally stepped into the pair of high heels and the two helpers put on
ankle bracelet, I was transformed from a young woman with long hairs flying
everywhere just two hours ago to someone men in the city would be dying to just
get close to me. Then my assistant, Julie, and myself got in the black Limo and
we went to one of the yacht clubs in the city and both of us had a leisurely
lunch.
The lunch itself really was designed to attract young men in the club to notice
me and make their first move by getting down to my feet to kiss my heels. Of
course, that would be for some gentlemen of 200 years ago to do such thing, to a
woman that would surprise and pleasure at the same time.
Three men dropped by, two of them already known me, I meant Terri Greene's body.
Brad and Ken were the type that dressed like rich playboys, wearing smoking
jackets with scarves around their necks. Tim, on the other hand, wore a three
piece suit a stockbroker would wear in middle of the day, he tried several pick-
up lines I had used several times when I was Jason Walton. Both Brad and Ken
wanted to take me to the back of the club to have some quality time alone. But I
pretty much turned all three men down, as I had other things needed to do around
town, like find a good looking, rich and very rich boyfriend whom no longer had
parents to deal with.
Few other bars and upscale restaurants later, I finally met George when he took
the afternoon off from his job as CEO of some successful company. We talked a
little, drank a little, and then decided to go to some caf? to enjoy each other.
Julie was not that far from me, ready to help me with quick snap of fingers. The
early dinner wasn't that bad, then the rounds of nightclubs really got two of us
close, except I still haven't mastered the high heels dancing part, and stepped
on his expensive shoes several times.
Then we said goodbye to each other and he promised to call me. I hit the bed
around 2 in the morning, dead tire from all the activities I done whole day. I
must have slept like a baby...
*****
"Good morning at 7 in this wonderful Friday morning, this is your DJ..." The
radio alarm sounded and I woke up from my dream, yet nothing was right. I mean,
I remembered I was Jason Walton, 22, and I was also Terri Greene, whom just had
a great Friday evening with George. Did the DJ say it was Friday? Must misheard
it while still not fully awake, I brushed the thought aside.
I got up from the bed and put on the silk robe and gown, and managed to put on
the high heel slippers this time around. Walking down to the first floor via the
staircase wasn't a problem for me on high heels, and found my maid and my
assistant Julie busy working, as usual for a weekday, but shouldn't be working
as hard like this for weekend. Isn't it supposed to be Saturday, I asked myself?
Julie started going over the day's activities for me, which I pretty much knew
by heart since it was the same. The newspaper on the breakfast table said it was
Friday also, and that confused me a bit. Am I reliving the same day, or I just
had some sort of dream that foretelling my future down to all the details? Same
breakfast dish, same hairstyle and makeup by the time all the things were done
few hours later when I was getting out of the house. Same three men dropped by
my table and trying to impress me, and same bars and restaurants Julie and I
went and we met George also, and went to the same Caf? and ordered the same
thing. Then we went to the same restaurant for the early dinner and went to the
same nightclubs that night and pretty much did the same thing, except I didn't
step on George's toe this time that much. We said goodbye, Julie and I called it
a night, and I drifted to sleep while telling myself it was pretty much weird
day...
*****
"Good morning at 7 in this wonderful Friday morning, this is your DJ..." The
radio alarm sounded and I woke up from my dream, yet nothing was right, again! I
mean, I remembered I was Jason Walton, 22, and I was also Terri Greene for the
last two Fridays, and I just had a great Friday evening with George. Did the DJ
say it was Friday, again?
I knew then I was living in some sort of time loop where the day would repeat
itself, unless I managed to find out how to make the time going forward by the
time I go to sleep. So I got up from the bed and put on the same silk robe and
gown, and put on the high heel slippers, quickly walking down to the first floor
via the staircase without a problem. I found my maid and my assistant Julie busy
working, as usual for a Friday, and pretty much the whole morning repeated
itself as I had experienced it for three mornings now.
We left the house, went to the same place and met the same three men. But this
time, I took Tim up on his invitation for a wild night at town. And we pretty
much hit all the nightclubs and few underground clubs in town, and then Tim
managed to score with me in bed by two in the morning. The last thing I
remembered was his loud snoring...
*****
"Good morning at 7 in this wonderful Friday morning, this is your DJ..." The
radio alarm sounded and I woke up from my dream, yet nothing was right, as
usual. I got up, ran outside of the house and trying to find out what was going
on. And I was arrested by the police for been naked in public streets. As I now
sitting in the noisy jail cell and sleeping on the cold bench at two in the
morning, I couldn't believe my lawyer wasn't able to post a bail or something to
get me out of jail. That lousy lawyer of mine...
*****
"Good morning at 7 in this wonderful Friday morning, this is your DJ..." The
radio alarm sounded and I woke up from my dream, yet nothing was right. I got up
from the bed and put on the silk robe and gown, and ran outside of the house
trying hard again to find what was going on. Before I managed to find out a
thing, few drivers were too focused on my clothing and weren't watching the
road. The last memory I got was a big speeding delivery truck heading directly
at my face with no sign of stopping...
*****
"Good morning at 7 in this wonderful Friday morning, this is your DJ..." The
radio alarm sounded and I woke up from my dream, yet nothing was right, again.
So the morning was normal, as normal as those normal Fridays I got already. Went
out after putting on tons of makeup and hair spray, got the same three men
trying to get lucky, went to few bars and restaurants but declined George's plan
for the night. Hit those nightclubs with Julie and didn't get any man felt
lucky. Went back to sleep by one in the morning, and hoping this was it...
*****
"Good morning at 7 in this wonderful Friday morning, this is your DJ..." The
radio alarm sounded and I woke up from my dream, yet everything was what it
supposed to be. I mean, after 20 of the same Friday morning wake-ups, you get
everything down pretty much. I did tried lots of different things for most of
the last 15 Fridays, but still I woke up to the same Friday morning and hearing
the same DJ telling me it was a wonderful morning. This time, I decided I was
getting tired of men in general and decided to try to do thing from another
angle.
Getting the maid and Julie in bed wasn't that hard, just pretended it to be a
normal Friday morning and they saw all of me naked while deciding which set of
clothes would be the best one for the day. But I put on some lingerie and got
both Julie and the maid to disrobe with just few quick kisses and breast
strokings. So I didn't even went out today, and now around midnight, feeling two
other naked women in bed deep in sleep. Hope this is it...
*****
"Good morning at 7 in this wonderful Friday morning, this is your DJ..." The
radio alarm sounded and I woke up from my dream. I angrily got the pistol from
the drawer and gave the radio alarm final farewell, then blew my head out.
*****
"Good morning at 7 in this wonderful Friday morning, this is your DJ..." The
radio alarm sounded and I woke up from my dream, still nothing working. What am
I supposed to do? If I was going to get out of this time loop, I almost ran out
of options, except following the activity lists Julie said I better do. So I
followed it down to the letter, attended several of the social parties and fund
raisers that afternoon and evening, meeting with mostly middle age and old folks
mostly haven't got enough of money and power. That night as I went to bed, I
just hoped...
*****
"Good morning at 7 in this wonderful Friday morning, this is your DJ..." The
radio alarm sounded and I woke up from my dream. This is it, I told myself. What
the hell, I got nothing to loose anyway.
So I got out of the house dressed as usual, went to the club and told all three
men to meet me in the back room and all three of them got lucky in the same
time. Then I heard a computer sound in my head, signaling that I did something
right. Then I caught George as he was about to leave the restaurant, went to the
caf?, then three of us, George, Julie, and myself got it on in the back seat of
the Limo while told the driver to take a two hours long break. And I got another
computer sound in my head telling me I was doing something right. Hitting all
the nightclubs and slept with all the men, and finally managed to get back in my
bed around three in the morning, and finally believing that I got it done...
*****
"Good morning at 7 in this wonderful Friday morning, this is your DJ..." The
radio alarm sounded and I woke up from my dream, yet nothing was done right.
Taking what I remembering from last time, slept with 4 different men and Julie
was a correct move, but I didn't do few other things right after that. So I
repeated them over again, then attended those social parties and fund raisers,
and slept with more men and women in back rooms, closets, even someone's study.
I heard two sounds in my head, and now again hoping I did it right this time...
*****
"Good morning at 7 in this wonderful Friday morning, this is your DJ..." The
radio alarm sounded and I woke up from my dream, yet nothing was right, again.
So I repeated what those things that got the sounds in my head, and tried
several other things in those boring social parties and fundraisers. And I think
I got it down, don't sleep with the Senator Brown, but sleep with his wife and
his assistant in the same time. Slept with the Mayor, but don't bother with his
wife or his son. Oral sex was enough to put that old ambassador from France out
of his troubled existence, but I have to sleep with that Saudi Prince's four
bodyguards in front of him in order to give him enough satisfaction and finally
got his little male organ up after an hour.
As I was walking back to my Limo, I was too tired to notice Julie wasn't with
me. As I got in the Limo, I saw the Limo driver was giving me the male
undressing a woman look, and decided I still had enough energy to do something
about it at three in the morning. So we went at it to make the long and black
Limo rock from side to side and other sound went off in my head, until we heard
Julie's drunken yelling in the parking lot and we got her in the Limo and went
back to my home. Then, I put Julie in my bed, undressed her and myself also, and
we went at it. As I got to climax, I saw a bright light in front of me...
*****
The man was totally jerking up and down on the specially designed chair that fit
the young man's body. He finally managed to remove his helmet visor and saw Eric
was still working on something on his master control computer. A beeping sound
told Eric to turn around and saw his latest client was finally done with his
first part of the VR sensor project.
"So, do you like it?" Eric asked Jason Walton. Jason was still confused a bit,
trying to get his memory back to normal.
"Yeah, but I thought I was supposed to try out the space walk in outside of the
Space Shuttle?" Jason asked as his hands now checking his flat chest out. He was
wearing a total sensor suit from head to toe; even his face and ears were
covered with some part of the suit.
"Sorry, must be a computer error. Do you want to try the space walk now?" Eric
asked as he took a DVD disc out of the drive and checked the disc.
"No, this one is cool. Uhm, how long was I inside the VR program?" Jason asked
as he was reaching down between his legs, checking his manhood.
"About 4 hours, it's a 1:120 compression ratio, that mean one minute of the time
here in the real world equal to 120 minutes in the VR world. And some part of
the program you were in was cut short by your action. I think you lived through
about 30 or 35 days, but you managed to pass the first level of the program,
which wasn't that hard to figure out, just like a puzzle that need to put all
the right moves together." Eric took out another DVD disc labeled as space walk
and looked at his client.
Jason wasn't sure what was going on, but he had the urge to return to the VR
program he was just in. It was so real, yet so impossible to tell he wasn't
really a woman in that program. He felt everything Terri felt, female orgasms,
smells, and other things.
"Should I put you in the space walk or put you back to the program you were in a
moment ago, but push toward level 2?"
"Level 2 of the program." Jason told Eric with a quick sentence. But Eric wasn't
moving to setup the machine.
"Well, the first part was a free ride for you. I mean, you told me you will
decide on the VR project after you see what it can do. So unless I get something
concrete..." Eric let his sentence left in the middle. Jason saw his brief case
near the chair and grabbed it. He called his office and his family that he would
take few days off from work, and then wrote a mid 7-figure check out to Eric.
Eric got the check in hand, and put the "Young Socialite in the City" program
back in the DVD drive, and got everything ready in five minutes. Eric told Jason
that once the level 2 of the program started, it might take a long time before
he would be out of it and then could decide if wanted to go on to the level
three. Jason nodded as he put everything back to the way it was and put the
helmet visor down. Few seconds later, Jason's body was still as a stone, but
Eric was still holding on to the check he just got.
It was Waldo's idea two years ago when two of them managed to buy the technology
from a company that was bankrupt after failed to secure US Department of Defense
contract with its VR technology after end of Cold War era. Pretty much the two
got the technology for free. Adding a few other things that were also originally
from military field that still too advance to place in wide scale commercial
sector usage. But Eric and Waldo, with helps from others in Fictionmania and
from Mindy, finally got everything working three months ago and started to
wooing investors, or suckers as the two had called them.
The money raised were divided, to help out the new Fictionmania site, and to
increase the VR system ability for more slots to hook up. Eric pushed the chair
that Jason Walton was on to the room next door through a secret door. There were
already 11 other "players" also hooked up to the VR system. The longest one had
been here since the system had started, attracted by what he saw, but also
because there was a hidden control message in the program that made the player
give up all control of his life, wealth and other worries, just in order to stay
in the VR world.
Eric smiled to himself as Jason was put in the corner of the room and hooked up
his chair and VR world to the bigger one, which became interactive between the
12 players. It was so easy to get them to choose lots of things, but there was
only one DVD disc and VR world really working at all. There wasn't any space
walk VR program able to choose from, Mars landing, or even climbing of Mt.
Everest. "Young Socialite in the City" program was the only one developed so
far, and Eric was almost finished the "Taxi from Hell in New York City" DVD
program.
The next VR program Waldo and Eric agreed to work on was one of Waldo's stories,
"Death Row 1-3". That should really be something! Also they had hired Steve Zink
to work on a Catwoman program. And that should be enough worlds to hook anyone
ever trying the VR system to just want to invest into a brand new form of
entertainment system that was promised to spread to all the malls in the world
within three years. We are going to be filthy and disgustingly rich!
Eric got back to his office and saw both Bill Gates and Paul Allen would be here
for a secret demo in another week or so, without their bodyguards or endless
flunkies around them. That should open another door to the future client list.
But, people on the Fictionmania and other lists were already dying to try on the
system, and the first would trying a more player control version of the "Young
Socialite in the City" program would be Mindy and Anne-Mal, since they deserved
it for making the original and the new Fictionmania site great.
But for Anne-Mal's version, there would be some little things that Eric just
"forgot" to iron out. Eric smiled to himself on that thought, and went back to
work on the endless lines of codes.
"We will just see if she can finish this!!!"
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