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Virtual Vacation Coupon: First Recursion Joe Ingram reflexively rubbed the top of his head with a fingertip, absently feeling the thinning hair, as he read the fancy calligraphy once more: Dear Joe, Please accept this complimentary Virtual Vacation Coupon. With today's time demands, it can be prohibitively expensive or even impossible to get away for the kind of rest and recovery we all need from time to time. That's why we developed the virtual vacation. The virtual vacation takes no real time from your busy life while simultaneously allowing you to experience a full and complete vacation. The virtual interlude is real in every sense except that at the end you resume your daily life at the same moment you left. Just like a real vacation, you remember and reminisce, but no time has passed and no one even knows you were gone, except the party or parties that accompany you. Since this is virtual, the destination is irrelevant. So too, the way in which you and your party manifest yourselves, within fairly generous limits. In short, you can go anywhere and be anyone during your stay. To use a Virtual Vacation Coupon, all parties must read this letter, then each places a finger on one of the fingerprint symbols shown on the coupon. A moment later the coupon will disappear and your vacation will have started. The initial virtual environment and physical personae are duplicates of the moment, i.e. no effective change. Despite appearances, you are now in a virtual environment. You live and interact with it exactly like the real thing. This environment can be adjusted as designated by the coupon type. The enclosed coupon is a Exclusive Host Type 2, or EH2. An EH coupon means that the virtual environment can be altered to the specifications of you, the coupon owner. The 2 designates the required total party size; two in this case. Changes to your environment can be accomplished simply by visualizing the change and desiring to invoke it. The EH2, limited only by your own imagination, is conducive to significant changes as it requires no input coordination. Relax, have fun, and remember: it's virtual! Nothing is real except the memories. The Virtual Group - a subsidiary of Fantasy Unlimited. The card, its thick golden ink and heavy bond paper sheathed in an equally ornate envelope, had awaited him at his desk upon his return from lunch. Thinking it an unusually well-crafted invitation to a company event, he had opened it and glanced absent-mindedly at the contents. The first reading hadn't made much sense to him, and now his more careful second reading left him assuming he was dealing with a practical joke on the part of one of his co-workers. Joe glanced around over the tops of the cubicles surrounding him, looking for any sign of a practical joker paying attention to his reaction. All of his coworkers were either busily typing away at their computers or engaged in idle chit-chat having just returned from lunch. He looked back down at the card in his hand and then around the office once more, before finally sitting down in his chair and tossing the card down on the desk. Getting to work on a proposal that he should have finished two days before, any thought of the fancy card quickly left his head. --------------- In most workplaces, there are people one likes, people with whom one gets along, and perhaps people for whom one doesn't much care. In unfortunate cases, there are also people one truly dislikes. Sadly for Joe Ingram, his workplace was one such unfortunate case. "Joe, have you finished the Brooks proposal?" Joe was startled out of his concentration by the grating voice of Angela Templeton, the company's head of the Sales Department. To be fair, Angela's voice was not objectively grating, but Joe's perception was colored by his antipathy toward the woman. Spinning his chair around a bit, he saw her standing just behind him in her red power suit, arms crossed and mouth firmly narrowed in evident anticipation of discovering that Joe had not, in fact, finished the Brooks proposal. As with her voice, her appearance was just fine, a woman whose youthful good looks had moved gracefully into middle age, but to Joe's eye she might as well have been the green- skinned Wicked Witch of the West. "Sorry, Angela," stammered Joe, "I'm just finishing it up. There were complications in the scope and I got pulled into helping with the quote for the Sebastian deal and it's just been crazy but I'm almost done." He trailed off a bit helplessly. "The client doesn't give a shit about your excuses, Joe. I promised them we'd have the proposal in their hands tomorrow, and you should have been done Monday so I would have time to go over your work." Her arms uncrossed and her hands went to her hips. "You will finish the proposal in the next hour, or I swear I will make you regret it." With an imperious sweep of her head, Angela turned and stalked away toward her office. Joe watched her go, somewhere between shocked and glazed from the encounter. After a moment he shook his head and looked around, causing his coworkers' heads to turn quickly and self-consciously back down to their work, unable to meet his eye. He spun his chair back around toward his desk and re-gathered his thoughts before plunging back into the albatross of a proposal. Thirty minutes later, Joe felt relief as he put the finishing touches on the proposal. A half-hour before his hard deadline, even. Dashing off a quick email and attaching the file, he was done. He breathed a heavy sigh of relief and leaned back in his chair, half closing his eyes and allowing his mind to wander a bit. His thoughts, following a circuitous path, worked their way back around to the strange invitation he had received earlier. Reaching over to the desk, he picked up the card to look at it once more. As he did so, his thumb closed on a spot in the middle of the card's bottom edge and a blue light appeared on the card at the end of his thumb. Lifting his thumb, the light went back out and he noticed an embossed fingerprint where his thumb had been. Once he saw that, he noticed an identical fingerprint in the middle of the card's top edge. Touching the second print with his thumb caused an identical blue light to glow on that end. "Curiouser and curiouser," he muttered to himself, setting the card down on the desk once more. Looking around at the blandly sterile office, beige walls and cubicles over slightly darker checked carpet, he stood up and wandered toward the break room, social center of the workplace. Muffled voices alerted him that he wouldn't be alone, and when he walked through the short hall into the brightly tiled room he was quietly pleased to discover that one of the talkers was Savannah Cortina, whose mildly exotic name complemented the very essence of pulchritudinous office worker. Savannah was frankly, breathtakingly beautiful. Her face, framed in dark, cascading hair, caused a distinct respiratory and cardiac dysrhythmia in Joe, and pretty much every other male who saw her each day. Beyond the beautiful face, her body was perhaps equally fantastic. Slender in the places that ought to be slender, and curved in the places that ought to be curved, her presence in the office provided a continuous low level of distraction among the male staff and presumably some amount of consternation among the female staff. As Joe walked over to the vending machines, Savannah continued her conversation with Sue and Mindy, two women who in a typical office might be counted among the most attractive, but who faded in comparison to the glowing beauty. Not paying much attention to the conversation, which sounded to be about some movie or another, Joe fished some coins out of his pocket and considered the momentous decision of whether to get a Snickers Bar or Corn Nuts. Deciding that at the moment sweet beat out salty, he began to feed the coins into the machine and heard Savannah's voice behind him, "...but what I could really use is a vacation." Sometimes the metaphorical light turning on over someone's head is an almost tangible thing, and this was the case with Joe upon hearing those words. The text of the invitation flooded back into his head, and he was struck with the possibility of having an interesting conversation starter with Savannah. Not for an instant did he consider that the invitation could be real, though he did indulge in a bit of fantasizing about what it would be like if it were. Fishing the candy bar out of the machine, he turned and made his way out of the break room to go get the invitation from his desk, opening the wrapper as he walked. Pleasantly distracted by whimsical visions in his head, he wound his way through the maze of drab cubicles without paying much attention to his actual sight. Thus he was jarred back to reality by the unwelcome presence of Angela, lurking once again in the entry to his own meager cube, only when he almost bumped into her back as he turned the corner. Drawing up short, candy bar held up in preparation for another bite, Joe stood open-mouthed as Angela turned to face him. "What in Heaven's name is this?" asked Angela, drawing his attention down to her hand. His eyes widened as he realized she was holding the fancy, fanciful invitation. Color invaded his cheeks, and he felt a heated flush under his collar. A combination of embarrassment and anger coursed through him, and his jaw worked silently up and down a few times as he tried to work out what he wanted to say. "I certainly hope you're not foolish enough to have given money to con- artists tricking people into believing they have won a trip," said Angela. "It frustrates me when people fall for scams like that, though I wouldn't have expected it of you. You lack work ethic, but you're not stupid." Joe, taken aback and unclear whether he should feel complimented or insulted, continued to have difficulty finding the right words. Finally, holding out his unencumbered hand toward her he asked, "May I please have my card back?" He composed his face as best he could, trying to will his himself to stop blushing. Looking slightly bemused, Angela held out the card to him. Reaching to take it, he noticed the blue light at the end of Angela's thumb where it rested on the card, and almost simultaneously noticed an identical blue light appear at the end of his own thumb as it closed on the opposite end. The instant after he noticed this he felt an unusual dizzy sensation, and suddenly the card was no longer in either of their hands. It didn't fall, or slip, or go anywhere. It simply wasn't there anymore. "What the..." began Joe, as Angela also said, "What in the..." They both stopped and looked at each other, and then back down to where the card had been, both of their hands still extended. "How did you do that?" asked Angela, her expression becoming a little less confused and a little more impressed. "I didn't do anything," said Joe. He looked up at her face. "It just went away all on its own." Slowly he became aware that something was different about his surroundings. He looked slowly around and then asked, "Where did everyone go?" Angela looked around, too. The same bland workplace greeted her gaze, but unlike moments before there were now no co-workers busily trying to look busy around the room. An eerie quiet beat against their ears, now that they were aware of it. Joe stepped to the next cube and leaned his head over the partition to verify there wasn't anyone hidden below eye level. He would have sworn that he'd noticed Frank sitting there when he passed on his way from the break room. At the same time, Angela curiously wandered down the row, looking into each space as she passed. The entire room was empty and silent, other than the two of them. Turning to face each other, they both bore puzzled and vaguely worried looks. "I don't get it," said Joe. "Everyone's just gone." He stepped back out of Frank's space into the aisle, and took the last bite of his candy bar. Chewing quietly, he threw the wrapper into the nearest trash can and rubbed the top of his head with a fingertip. Turning, he walked to the far end of the row of cubes and looked out the window. Three stories below, the street was empty of people and traffic, an unprecedented situation for this time of day. Looking over his shoulder at Angela, he said, "Really, everyone's just gone. Even outside." Angela, looking like she was thinking hard, said, "Just before everyone disappeared I felt dizzy, and just before that the card I was handing you lit up. Plus, the card disappeared, too. Where did you get that thing?" "I don't know," said Joe. "It was sitting on my desk earlier when I got back from lunch. I thought someone was messing with me. There's no way something like that could be real, right?" His brow furrowed as he considered the thought. "I wouldn't think so," she answered, "but something really weird is going on. I just read the card one time at your desk. It said that you had won a virtual vacation, and that you and a guest could go anywhere that you want. Oh, and that no time would pass during the vacation. What else do you remember?" Joe's eyes widened, and he said excitedly, "It said that to activate the vacation each person had to read the note and then place their thumb on one of the prints on the card! When I touched one of the spots earlier it lit up, and when you handed me the card just now it lit up under both our thumbs! Then the card and all the other people disappeared! Oh my God, that thing was real!" "That's insane," said Angela, "there can't be anything like a real virtual vacation. That technology doesn't exist. Plus, even if this really was that, an empty office building isn't much of a place to vacation." She nodded, satisfied with the logic of her argument, and crossed her arms. "Maybe we're in the office just because I haven't told it where I want us to be," said Joe. "The invitation said something about the initial environment being the same as where we are, and that since it's my invitation I'm in charge of where we go. I think it may have even said the card would disappear!" He started chewing on his lower lip as he thought back to what else the card had said. He couldn't remember much more than that. "I still think it's crazy," Angela said, staring hard at him. "It just can't be true. There would be news reports if something like that were invented. It would be such a big deal that everyone would hear about it, and it would be so expensive that only the super rich could afford it." Joe nodded, finding it hard not to agree with her argument. "Well," he said, "I guess there's one way to find out. I'll just have to think up a place for us to vacation." He put his thumb and forefinger to his chin and began to think about it. "Joe, it wouldn't be appropriate for us to vacation together," said Angela, "and it's not something we'd choose to do anyway. Human Resources would have a field day with it, and that's not something that either of us would want on our records." "I don't see anyone from H.R. around anyway," said Joe, "and even though I wouldn't choose to go on a vacation with you normally, I think we may have accidentally gone on one without knowing it. Let me think where we can go." He frowned in concentration for a moment, and then his face lit up. "Got it!" he exclaimed, and then his face screwed up in a different look of concentration as he thought hard about the place he had in mind. The same unusual dizzy sensation as before passed through both of them. --------------- Both Joe and Angela gasped in unison as they took in their new surroundings. Light and noise and motion surrounded them, an abrupt change from the silent office. To the left a metal roller-coaster shot noisily past, the riders' happy screams increasing as they looped upside- down. To the right a cacophony of bells, buzzers, and horns accompanied hundreds of people shooting water guns at metal racehorses, hitting gopher heads with padded mallets, tossing balls at metal milk jugs and darts at balloons, swinging a heavy hammer to propel a metal plug up a graduated column, and a dozen other loud, frenetic midway games. Around them strolled crowds of people eating cotton candy, peanuts, popcorn, and licorice and talking animatedly about what ride to go on next. Joe's face lit up with a huge grin. He turned to face Angela, but her expression was more incredulous than excited. "You brought us to Fun World?" asked Angela. "An entire world of places we could visit, limited only by your imagination, and you took us a twenty minute train ride outside of town?" She looked around disdainfully at the familiar amusement park, watching as a group of smiling teenagers went sailing past on a ride that looked something like a giant octopus. She looked quite out of place in her red power suit, and Joe looked nearly as much so in his slacks and Oxford shirt. "Well, I always loved visiting this place as a kid," said Joe, looking mildly perturbed at her reaction, "and it was the first place that popped into my head when I thought about fun places to go." He inhaled deeply through his nose, enjoying the scent of cotton candy and people and burgers and machines and popcorn and all the other mixed scents from his memory. "You're missing the big picture here," Angela responded. "Don't you get it? This means that card was real. We really are on a virtual vacation and we really can go anywhere and do anything we want." She paused a moment before continuing, "Or anywhere you want, at least." She pointedly stressed the you. "You're going to need to work on your imagination if this is going to end up being a good vacation, and if we're stuck doing it I do want it to be a good one." "Okay, where do you think would make a good vacation?" he asked, reaching up and idly rubbing the top of his head. He stopped abruptly, and then reached up with his other hand to feel more closely. The spot of thinning hair was now as full and thick as it had been ten years before. Not noticing his action, Angela continued the conversation. "You need to take us to a beach vacation, in Hawaii or Australia or maybe the Caribbean would be great. Somewhere quiet, relaxing, and out of the way, but still with full service so I can have drinks on the beach without having to get up from my comfortable chair." She looked at him expectantly, but he suddenly appeared distracted, or deep in thought. Joe was working hard at remembering the text of the vacation invitation and figuring out how that related to his restored hair. "You and your party manifest themselves," he said quietly, talking mostly to himself. He looked back at her. "Alright, I'm going to see what I can do," he said. "Get ready for a real vacation." Angela smiled and looked expectantly at Joe. He screwed up his face once again in the look of concentration that she now recognized as him visualizing a destination. He spent longer this time, concentrating through the noise of the amusement park, and Angela began to grow impatient. Just as she was about to say something to him about hurrying up, the dizziness passed through them once again. --------------- Warm, pleasant sunlight bathed Joe's face. He looked around and took in a vision of paradise. A beach of golden sand sloped down to a vivid blue ocean, dotted here and there with palm-leaf umbrellas shading comfortable reclining beach chairs. Looking behind him, he saw the beach continue another hundred feet before stopping at the edge of a dark green rain- forest. To his right, just beyond the beach, a forest clearing cradled the bright white lines of a small, impeccable hotel. An audible intake of breath drew his attention to Angela, to his left. His eyes widened in surprise, matching her expression as she looked back at him. "Oh my God, what happened to you?" asked Angela. Joe looked down at himself and realized that his guess had proven true. He and Angela suddenly completely fit in at the beach, both now physically in their early twenties. Joe felt his hair, now full and thick as in his youth, and noted that his body looked like he should be on the cover of a fitness magazine. He was dressed only in a pair of colorful swim trunks. Angela, as well, had benefited from the virtual fountain of youth. Her face and skin were smooth and clear, and the traces of middle-age pounds had faded away to youthful slimness. She was dressed in a rather revealing bikini the same shade of red as the suit she had worn before. Seeing his gaze, Angela looked down at herself, gave a short screech, and covered herself as best she could with her hands. "Holy shit! And to me!" she exclaimed. Her face quickly assumed an approximation of her bikini's color. "This is very inappropriate," she said. "We are coworkers and you are my subordinate." "We're at a beach," replied Joe, "and we're dressed for a beach vacation." He put his hands on his hips and moved his feet into a wider, more powerful looking stance. He looked more sure of himself than usual. "But what happened to us?" asked Angela. "You look a decade or two younger, and from what I can see I do, too. This just can't be possible." She stopped covering herself with her hands and looked down at herself, taking stock of her new figure. "You read the invitation. We can go anywhere and look however I want. I took some years off us so we'd be more comfortable on the beach." Joe looked at Angela appreciatively, his eyes flicking down to her breasts. She noticed the look and glared at him, but she also shifted her body slightly in a subconsciously flattering sort of way. "We're on vacation now, so I'm going to vacation," said Angela, tracing an arc in the sand with her foot as she turned toward the placid blue water. "You go do whatever you like." She turned her head away and walked away from him. Joe watched her walk, torn between being glad to see her go and happy to see the back and forth movement of her bikini as she went. --------------- By the next morning Joe was frustrated. Angela had launched herself full force into vacation mode: sunbathing, swimming, eating, drinking, partying, and dancing. The exclusive vacation resort functioned perfectly, catering to the guests' every desire, and Angela took advantage of it at every turn. Joe, however, found that despite his dislike of Angela as a person he was very attracted to her new body which, to be fair, he had indirectly created in his mind. Angela's complete disinterest in participating in the vacation with him meant that he was unable to act on that desire. His one halting and clumsy attempt to imply that they might participate in a mutual activity met with a sharp laugh from Angela. Joe did wonder about the other people at the resort, both staff and guests. Were they creations of the virtual environment, or were some of them other virtual vacationers overlapping their getaways with his and Angela's? His insecurities about interacting with other people were less troublesome if he thought of everyone else as a virtual construct placed in the world to create the proper vacation environment for him, but he wasn't quite sure enough about that conclusion to actually treat all those people as if they weren't real. Real or not, Angela had had no problem at all interacting with the others. She chatted and laughed, drank and danced, and at the end of the evening Joe saw her exiting the lounge area accompanied by the man with whom she had danced the most. The man was rugged, handsome, and suave, and even in Joe's restored youthful state he felt that he couldn't measure up to his competition. He had grumbled under his breath and made his way, alone, off to his luxurious and exceptionally comfortable room. When the morning sun shining through the gauze-curtained windows woke him up, Joe's morning hard-on reminded him of the unsatisfying night before. Sleepily thinking about his frustration for a while, he began to fantasize about what might have been. Sliding his hand down his stomach, he began to lazily masturbate, slowly constructing in his head an elaborate fantasy of the vacation he'd really like to take with the new Angela. His arousal built as the fantasy took shape, his breathing speeding up and his back arching slightly. Finally his excitement, and his fantasy, peaked. He came hard, pleasure coursing through his body followed immediately by a powerful wave of dizziness mixed with post- orgasmic drowsiness. --------------- Angela slowly awoke, mentally pushing aside not only drowsiness, but dizziness from her mind. She felt the slightest buzz in her head, likely from all the alcohol the night before. Stretching contentedly, she smiled as she recalled her very pleasant experiences of the night before. Rolling to her side and opening her eyes, she noticed several things all at once. First, Anders was no longer lying beside her in bed and in fact was nowhere to be seen. Second, neither the bed nor the room were the same ones in which she had gone to sleep. A thin white satiny sheet covered the lower half of her otherwise naked body, draped on a white bed made of what felt to her like an exceptionally comfortable memory foam. The room around her and the bed was a cliched parody of a futuristic science-fiction environment. Every surface was glistening white, either plastic or metal, with smooth curving edges. Sitting up, she realized that her surroundings weren't the only change. Anger began to build in her as she looked down and saw her now noticeably larger breasts. Remembering the dizziness she had felt while waking up, she knew with certainty that Joe had used his vacation ability to change both her surroundings and her appearance. Throwing aside the sheet, she stood up from the bed. As she did so, the room's lighting increased slightly. Looking down at herself she could tell her body had changed, and she looked around the room for a mirror. "Where's a stupid mirror?" she muttered out loud, and was surprised to see a section of the wall across from her turn perfectly reflective. She gasped as she saw herself in the mirror, immediately recognizing who she saw. "He made me look like Savannah!" she exclaimed, and then clapped her hand over her mouth when she heard the now much more girlish tone of her voice. Looking more closely with widened eyes, she saw that she was not actually a perfect duplicate of Savannah Cortina. Her breasts appeared a little larger, her waist a little narrower, and her legs a little longer than the original. She looked like a Savannah run through the imagination of a very horny teenage boy, which was almost what had happened, now that she thought about it. Scowling, she looked around the room for her clothing, but there was nothing to be seen other than uniform white surfaces. Remembering the mirror, she asked aloud, "Where are my clothes?" Immediately a section of the blank wall disappeared, leaving a doorway into what looked to her like an empty closet with two mirrored walls. She cautiously stepped inside and the wall reappeared behind her, leaving her enclosed in the small room. There was a small click and hum, and what looked like just the flat soles of shoes, or maybe sandals, slid up out of the floor and sat waiting in front of her feet. A short while later nothing had happened, so Angela gingerly stepped onto the two foot-shaped objects. As her second foot touched down, two things happened at once. First, her heavy new breasts suddenly felt less heavy, rising slightly and assuming a rounder shape as if supported by a bra, only no bra was there. Second, she felt a swishing, tickling sensation that began at her feet and moved up her legs. Craning her head forward to look past her breasts, she saw that blue cloth was swiftly growing upward from the soles. Amazed, she watched as it moved up her legs, covered her pelvis, continued up her torso and over her breasts, and then moved down her arms. It stopped at the base of her neck and at each wrist, leaving her head and hands uncovered. In the span of thirty seconds she had become dressed in a form-fitting blue bodysuit, and in the mirrors she could see that she definitely had the figure to make it look good. In the mirror, Angela saw the door to the dressing room silently disappear once again. She turned and stalked out to the larger room, noting the annoyingly pleasant friction of the body suit against her skin. Stopping in the middle and thinking a moment, she said, "I need a door out of here." Immediately a section of the wall to her left disappeared, leaving a doorway. She strode to the opening and looked through. On the other side was a hall leading forward, but it stopped abruptly at a blank wall after only a dozen or so feet. Feeling like she was beginning to understand how the place operated, she walked forward to the blank wall and said, "Open." The wall obligingly disappeared. Stepping through the doorway, she found herself in a room identical to the one in which she had awoken, this one also occupied. A man, his ruggedly handsome features softened by sleep, lay sprawled on the bed, his modesty only barely preserved by the sheet. Angela froze, considering whether to awaken him and demand answers or to back quietly away. Finally her natural assertiveness won out, and she said, "Excuse me...hello...can you wake up?" She had to repeat herself somewhat louder, but then the man began to stir. He stretched groggily and propped himself up on one elbow, looking around blearily at the room and then at Angela. His eyes widened, and then he broke into a grin. "Angela?" he asked, "Is that really you?" He sat all the way up. "How do you..." she began. "Joe?" Angela's face clouded as her anger rose once again, and her volume began to increase. "What in the hell do you think you're doing? You took us from a perfectly good beachfront resort and stuck us in some crazy sci-fi setting in these wet dream bodies. Clearly you think something inappropriate is going to happen, and I'm here to tell you, Mister, that there is no way in hell that's going on." She was building up a head of steam and her words were becoming louder. "Whoa, calm down," said Joe, motioning palms-down with both hands. Just like that Angela's loud, angry tone got quieter and she continued speaking in a calm voice. "I really wish that you had consulted me before changing things like this. I was enjoying the beach vacation very much and I don't think that the situation you've put us in is appropriate given our working relationship." She crossed her arms and glared at him, though this may not have had the effect she intended, given the way crossing her arms accentuated her very large breasts. Joe, on the other hand, now sported a dazedly amazed look after witnessing Angela's reaction to his statement. "Uh, how do you feel?" asked Joe. "I feel just fine actually," said Angela, "I've got a little buzz left from last night, but it doesn't hurt. It's just there. But how I feel isn't the issue right now. The issue is that you dragged us to this place and made me look like Savannah with cartoon breasts and sound all girly. I want to look and sound like myself again." "But you love looking and sounding like you do now," countered Joe. "Well of course I do, you idiot," Angela said in a calm but mildly annoyed tone. "I look and sound wonderful and sexy." She paused a moment, looking a little confused, and then continued, "That's weird. I love looking and sounding like this, very much, but I know for sure that I felt differently just a few seconds ago." "I think I know why," said Joe. "I told you to calm down and you did, and now I told you that you love looking like that and you do." He had felt some arousal on seeing Angela's amazing new form in its body-hugging outfit, but now his cock sprang to full attention at the thought of having such control over her. Angela couldn't help but notice the sheet tenting upward over Joe's crotch, and took a step back. "That is totally ridiculous," she said, "and you had best just forget what you're thinking about there because absolutely nothing is going to happen between us, even if you made yourself a lot more attractive than before." "Okay," he replied, "but since you want to give me a blow job so much I think you should at least get to do that." "You're damn right I should," said Angela, stepping forward again and kneeling by the bed. "But once I'm done you need to take us back to the resort at the beach." She pulled the sheet off of him and dropped it on the floor beside her, and then bent forward to engulf his hard cock in her mouth. She had not previously been fond of performing oral sex, but she had also never wanted to do so as much as she did now. As she moved her head up and down, she concentrated on using her tongue to stimulate Joe as much as possible. A part of her also began thinking about why she was suddenly so intent on doing this, and that part of her grew frightened at the situation. Joe, truly enjoying the feeling of Angela's perfect mouth pleasuring his cock, thought of something else. "You really love swallowing," he groaned happily, "because cum tastes great to you." Angela knew that she used to feel perfectly justified rinsing and spitting after the few occasions when she had given blow jobs, but now she just couldn't understand why she would have done so. Swallowing was the best part of the process, and a big part of why she wanted to give Joe a blow job in the first place. She bobbed her head faster, working Joe toward climax with her lips and tongue. When he finally exploded into her mouth she savored the taste, greedily swallowing every last drop and then licking all around his cock just in case any bit remained. "Mmmm," she said, running her tongue around the inside of her mouth. "That was yummy." She stopped and looked at him. "Wait a minute. I know I didn't used to like that taste, but I do now. How is this happening?" Joe looked a bit sheepish. "I think that's my fault," he said. "When I brought us here I was drowsy and fantasizing. I was thinking about a sci- fi story, and one of the things in my fantasy was a mental energy field that makes women completely suggestible and obedient. You looking that way, and the outfit you're wearing, are also part of the fantasy. Wait till you see what the clothes do." "I don't think so, Joe," said Angela as curtly as she could with her high voice. "I like the way you made me look and sound, but I draw the line at being treated as a sex object or a dress-up doll. As I told you before, I want you to take us back to the beach. Right. Now." She stood up, crossed her arms again, and put a cold look on her beautiful face. Screwing up his courage, Joe stood up from the bed. He was surprised to find that he now towered over Angela, where before he had only been a couple of inches taller than her. He said, "Check this out. Outfit. French Maid." Angela jerked in surprise, throwing her arms to the side almost as if to balance, as her clothing began to shift. Her skin felt a softly gritty tickling sensation, and she saw the cloth almost crawl around her body. Thinning away to nothing in some places and thickening in other places, the living cloth also changed color, mostly to black and white. At the same time she felt herself rise onto her toes as the soles beneath her feet grew stiletto heels. In a few more seconds the changes settled down and she was left wearing a traditional french maid's outfit, with short skirt, low-cut neckline, stockings and garters, high heels, and even a ribbon choker tied snugly around her neck. Joe's cock twitched at the sight, interested despite its very recent workout. "Damn it!" exclaimed Angela. "This is exactly what I'm talking about. I am a flesh and blood person, not some mannequin for you to play with. It's morally wrong for you to do this against my will." "I suppose that would be true if it were against your will," said Joe. Angela began to say, "Wait a..." and then Joe continued, "but I know that you want to be my sex slave." Angela's cold expression warmed into a longing, adoring look. "In fact," said Joe, "as far as you're concerned there is no better life than being an obedient sex slave." Angela sank to her knees and bowed her head forward, "Oh please, Joe, allow me to serve you. Let me be your obedient sex slave and bring you pleasure with my body. Use me however you see fit." "Very well," said Joe, bringing a radiant smile to Angela's face. "You may begin by bending over the bed so I can fuck you. Outfit. Garters only. Red." As Angela moved to the bed and bent over it, she could feel the maid's outfit mostly disappearing. Her luscious breasts lost their support, now hanging down below her so her nipples barely brushed the surface of the bed. The pleasant friction caused the nipples to harden even more. When the clothing finished its shift, she was left wearing nothing but garter belt, sheer stockings, and her stiletto heels. She noticed offhand that the remaining clothing was all red now. Grinning now, Joe knelt behind Angela, grabbed her hips, and unceremoniously thrust his once again rock-solid cock into her hot, wet pussy. His grunt of pleasure was matched by her moan of ecstasy. Bending forward a little and moving his hands to cup her big, hanging breasts, he began to thrust in and out of her, all the while lightly squeezing and rubbing her erect nipples with his fingers. Each thrust in her pussy and each squeeze of her nipples brought a breathy gasp from her mouth. Had he been able to see her face, Joe would have seen Angela's eyes roll ecstatically upward, her mouth in an unconscious o-shape. As the pistoning thrusts increased their speed, both of them felt their arousal building toward its peak. In a final burst of short, sharp, hammering thrusts, Joe blew his load into Angela, who responded to the hot internal sensation with a shattering climax of her own. Orgasmic pleasure coursed through both of their bodies, and both of them sank forward to allow the comfortable bed to support their weight, rolling to the side so they lay spooned together. Joe still cupped the rounded curves of Angela's breasts with his hands, and leaned his head forward to kiss the top of her head. Despite having only recently awoken, Joe felt drowsy from his two orgasms in relatively quick succession. "How else may I serve you, Joe?" asked Angela, snuggling back against his body and wiggling her ample backside against his spent cock. Despite everything, it twitched a bit in mild interest. Joe, in the process of drifting off to sleep, muttered, "Always do your best to please me and make my life as good as possible. Mmm, and wake me up in a while with a blow job..." He trailed off and was sound asleep. Angela lay there enjoying the feel of him touching her body and thinking about how best to follow his instructions. --------------- Joe went from a pleasant dream into an even more pleasant reality. The feel of a warm mouth working its way up and down on his cock coupled with the almost ticklish feeling of hair brushing his hips brought him slowly awake. Looking down his body, he saw Angela's head bobbing up and down over his crotch. He lay there enjoying the feeling and letting his arousal build. Eventually it peaked once again and he happily came into her mouth, enjoying the sensation of her lips around his shaft as she once again swallowed every drop and then licked him clean. After she finished, she moved back and knelt at the foot of the bed, facing toward him with her head bowed and her knees spread apart. Sitting up, Joe saw that Angela had definitely learned how to manipulate her clothing. Her outfit was now consisted mostly of straps, circling her neck, waist, and hips, and various points down her arms and legs, all connected to each other with various vertical straps. Her breasts were supported, or perhaps even presented, by concentric circular straps making them look like spherical targets. The bulls-eye nipples, hard with arousal, remained uncovered. Joe smiled in appreciation at the vision presented to him. "You're a vision," he said. "Stand up so I can see you better." At that Angela stood, every motion elegant and seductive. As she rose, her head remained bowed with her hair hanging in front of her, and as she reached her full height she tossed her head sharply to the side and back, swinging her dark mane around her to the back. Standing poised with her arms at her sides and angled slightly back, one leg just in front of the other, she accentuated her perfect hourglass figure and thrust her breasts out like the wooden maiden on a sailing ship's prow. Joe stood up from the bed and moved to Angela. Bending his head down, he took her into his arms and kissed her hard. She responded by molding her perfect body to his and kissing back just as passionately, putting one hand to the back of his head and lightly moving her fingernails against his scalp. He felt the pleasant tingling sensation of his skin tightening in response as his hair stood on end on his scalp and neck. Relaxing, he stood and enjoyed the feeling for a while with his eyes closed. At some point he noticed that his cock had regained its vigor and had begun bumping against Angela's belly. Putting his hands to her waist, he lifted her up and then lowered her, inserting himself inside her once again. She gasped in pleasure at the penetration, wrapped her legs around his waist, and did her best to squeeze his pistoning cock with her pussy. Four orgasms later, three for Angela and one for Joe, they again lay intertwined on the bed. Angela's head was nestled on Joe's shoulder, one hand placed lightly on his cock, and Joe's free arm played absently with her right breast and its erect nipple. Joe, finally satiated, said "You are just great like this. Is there anything I can do for you while we're here?" She gave his cock a contented little squeeze and nuzzled his neck while she thought. "Well," she finally said, "I love being your sex slave, and I want to do my best to please you and make your life as good as possible, but there is one thing that I've wanted to do as long as I can remember, and since you are so powerful and can make anything you imagine happen here you could make it happen for me." She looked at him hopefully. "What is it you want to do?" he asked, giving her tit an affectionate squeeze. "All my life I've wanted to see a real hypnosis show," she said. "I know it's kind of silly, but I like the idea of someone being able to make people act like a chicken, or make pretty girls strip off their clothes and not even know they're doing it. I think a lot of the shows are probably fake, but the idea of a real one gets me hot." She looked at him with heavy lidded eyes. "Do you think you could let us go to a for-real hypnotist show?" Joe, sexually satisfied and in a consequently agreeable mood, said, "I guess we could do that, especially since it gets you hot. I like you that way." Joe's stomach gave a rumble, alerting him to his hunger. "I'm hungry, too," he said, "we can make it a dinner date." Angela smiled at him and nuzzled against his neck, then slid down his body, kissing as she went, to see if her mouth could convince his cock that it was already time to play again. Though he appreciated her efforts, Joe decided that he really had had enough for now and that he really did need something to eat. He gently pushed her head away and said, "Let's save that for later. Right now we're going to eat and watch a show." He concentrated and muttered, "Elegant dinner and for-real hypnotist show." Dizziness engulfed them. --------------- Joe found himself sitting in the back of an elegant limousine, cruising along between impressively futuristic-looking buildings according to the view through the windows, though it was impossible to tell that by any sensation inside the vehicle. He looked down at himself and found he was now wearing a very nice tuxedo. Next to him Angela sat dressed in a scandalously short black mini-dress, ankles crossed just above slinky stiletto heels. Somewhat incongruously, a narrow steel collar gleamed around her neck. In front of them a video feed floated in the air with no visible source, showing a three-dimensional view of what appeared to be a picket line involving people in reflective silver space suits. A text overlay invited viewers to sling into the telepresence feed to experience the situation from the point of view of the reporter. Glancing out the window again, Joe realized that there was no road under the limousine. Instead they traveled smoothly along hundreds of feet above the ground, and he saw thousands of other sleek vehicles doing the same, somehow segregated into groups moving similar directions at similar altitudes. Colors and shapes and motions assaulted his vision. Too many things to take in all at once, just giving him flashes of perception. Silver globes moved along the outsides of tall, curving, plastic buildings. A thousand surfaces skittered with marketing images like bursting capitalistic flash bulbs. Moments later Joe could tell by the passing scenery that the vehicle was slowing, though again he could feel no change in motion. He glanced again at Angela, but she merely sat looking at him expectantly, hands demurely in her lap. The outside view informed him that they had come to a stop. Turning and looking out the right side, he saw that they were next to a flashing, brightly colored building with a palatial entrance. A wide platform extended from the entrance out to the vehicle, flashing lights all around it rim. A moment later a wide section of the right side and roof of the vehicle simply disappeared. A well-dressed man stood just outside, close to the end of the platform. He offered assistance as Joe emerged, and then stood aside as Joe offered his hand to Angela. She managed to exit the vehicle in such as way as to preserve whatever modesty her brainwashing currently allowed, yet contrived to be breathtakingly sexy in her maneuver. Once out, she attached herself to Joe's arm and the two of them made their way past the doorman and into the building. Inside they discovered an elegant nightclub, lightly populated by patrons at small tables. Joe noticed the tables had no legs or visible means of support, suspended somehow at the appropriate height for each group. An impeccably dressed maitre d' approached, expectant look on his face, and stated, "Your table is right this way, Sir, and I have this so you may comply with the dress code." He handed Joe a something long and coiled. Unwrapping it, Joe realized it was a leash with a metal piece on the end. Looking at Angela's collar, he noticed a similar metal bit on the side. Touching the end of the leash to the spot on the collar caused a faint glow, after which the two pieces appeared to have become one, with no visible seam. Another look around the room and Joe saw that every female guest was similarly leashed, all of them dressed provocatively and all of them in various submissive poses, whether sitting, standing, or kneeling, near their male companions. Following the maitre d' and leading Angela along by the leash, Joe made his way to a table on the far side of the room, next to a raised stage. He sat in the offered chair, and Angela knelt beside him. The maitre d' said, "Enjoy your meal and show, Sir," and turned to walk back to the entry area. Seconds later, two waiters approached with covered trays. Joe raised his eyebrows in surprise as one tray was placed in front of him and the other was placed at the place to his left. "I didn't order yet," said Joe in a perplexed tone. Though very hungry, he didn't want to be stuck eating some fancy dish that he didn't actually like. "Ah, there is no need, Sir," said one waiter, removing the cover in front of Joe. "Your preference was scanned and noted upon entry, and synthesized immediately." Joe saw that the plate in front of him contained exactly the meal that he had previously had in mind. A grin broke across his face at the sight of a steaming, juicy steak, mashed potatoes with bits of potato skin mixed in, vibrant green broccoli, and a small loaf of what he was quite sure would turn out to be sourdough bread. A glass of golden beer with a thick head of foam stood beside the plate. The other waiter removed the cover to what was presumably Angela's meal, and Joe saw that it consisted of a small, delicious-looking salad with small bits of chicken on top and a crystal clear glass of water. "Angela," said Joe, "you may join me at the table for the meal." He held out his hand to help her to his feet. Angela gave him a dazzling smile as she flowed smoothly and sensuously upward, pressing one of her her barely-covered breasts against his shoulder as she stood. Brushing her warm lips lightly against his cheek, she gracefully sat in her chair. They began eating, and quickly discovered that the food was fantastic, perhaps the best they had ever eaten. As they began to slow down, feeling somewhat satiated, the lights in the dining area dimmed, leaving the stage area relatively more brightly lit. Everyone's attention focused on that area, and a moment later a relatively nondescript man in a tuxedo walked out to the center. "Ladies and gentlemen," he began, "I bid you welcome to a demonstration of the most awesome mental powers known to mankind. In mere moments you will witness the unparalleled ability to mold and shape that most powerful of domains, the human mind. You see before you a man, plain and ordinary, but soon you will know yourselves to be in the presence of The Astounding Frank!" He extended one arm with a flourish at this pronouncement, and was rewarded with mildly-wilting applause from the audience, quickly fading once again to silence. Ignoring the less than encouraging response, Frank smiled broadly and reached into his jacket pocket. Looking expectantly around the room, he slowly drew forth a long, gold chain followed by an ornate gold pocket watch at the end. Gesturing at the watch, he began swinging it slowly back and forth as he began walking from one end of the stage to the other. "You are all familiar with the traditional tool of the hypnotist," he said. "And I would not want to disappoint your expectations. However, such things are the merest affectation when compared to the controlling power of my mind!" Joe, watching The Astounding Frank stride around the stage, was amused at the silliness of the clearly inept hypnotist. The watch went back and forth, and Joe grinned as the flashing gold drew his attention. He had thought they were there to watch a real hypnotist, as Angela had requested, but this was turning out to be a comedian with an interesting, ornate prop. The watch was larger than he had originally thought, and caught the light as it swung back and forth, and if anything was a bit of a distraction from the hypnotist-comedian's act. Such a cliched prop made it hard to take the man seriously, with its inane pendulum motion, and even caused Joe to miss some of what he was saying. Finally, the watch swung to a halt and Joe waited calmly to see what The Astounding Frank would come up with next. Frank faced the audience and asked, "As we all know, you ladies are already sufficiently suggestible all the time. Therefore, to demonstrate my awesome mental abilities, I must show that I can influence the male mind. May I have some volunteers from the audience?" He looked around expectantly, faced with an audience of stonily-silent men looking furtively around to see if anyone would volunteer. Their adoring partners sexily exhorted them to participate, and one or two finally raised their hands hesitantly to volunteer. Angela wheedled at Joe, but he proved unwilling to volunteer. "Excellent!" said The Astounding Frank. "I am happy to see a pair of willing volunteers. However, I must tell you that two will not be sufficient to verify my astounding powers. Therefore, all of you in the audience please stand up." As one, every man and woman at the tables pushed back their chairs and stood up. Joe, along with every other man, looked mildly surprised at this turn of events. However, neither he nor any of the others took any action to leave or otherwise disobey the suggestion. The women, of course, were all used to doing as they were told. "Now then," Frank continued, "by show of hands, how many of you men feel that you would be difficult or impossible to hypnotize due to your powerful will?" As one, all of the men in the audience raised their hands. Frank shook his head with a good-natured grin. "Men always think that everyone else is susceptible but them. It always takes a demonstration." He crossed his arms and then raised one hand to tap a finger on his chin thoughtfully. "Very well, first the standard." Pointing at one of the two men who had originally volunteered, he said "You there, lower your hand and come up to the stage." The man walked up the two steps and stood near Frank. "Now turn and face the audience." The man did so. "What is your name?" asked Frank. "Frank," said the man, looking a bit sheepish. One of The Astounding Frank's eyebrows rose. "That is going to be too confusing for our audience, sir," said the hypnotist. "There's only enough room for one Frank in this, er, room." He wiggled his fingers in front of the other Frank's face. "For the rest of the evening your name is Alex." He paused for effect while the other man blinked and looked a bit confused. "Now, sir, what is your name?" "Alex," said the former other Frank. The Astounding Frank grinned his winning grin. "Now, Alex," said Frank, "That seems a rather intriguing name for a chicken, which is what you are." Alex looked like he was going to respond, but instead of words a clucking came out of his mouth. He began to wander around the stage, scratching his feet at the ground and looking down in a searching manner. "You may return to your chicken coop, formerly your table," said Frank. Alex clucked some more and made his way down to his table, where he continued to cluck about and scratch at the floor. Frank looked out at the audience. "You may all lower your hand now and applaud if you feel it is warranted." All of the men lowered their hands, and the entire audience applauded. "Thank you," said Frank, bowing politely toward them. "Well," said The Astounding Frank toward his standing, and in one case clucking, audience, "perhaps some of you begin to recognize that my powers are real." He paused for effect, his face both expectant and mysterious. "Now I ask you, who among the lovely ladies has a suggestion for the man they are with?" Through the audience women's hands began to raise, but none was up as fast as Angela's. Joe noticed this, though he felt surprisingly calm about it. "Yes, you there young lady," said Frank, pointing at Angela. "Please come up and tell me your suggestion." Angela walked to the stage and up the steps. The audience gasped as she reached the top, with more than one man whistling, as her clothing entirely dissolved the moment she reached the stage. "Ah, yes, you see there is a separate dress code for women on this stage, naturally," Frank informed them with a smile. The men in the audience clearly appreciated this addition to the show, and thanks to the suggestions forced into the women's heads by the control field all of them appreciated it, too. Even Angela was happy to get to show off her sexy body some more, and swayed her hips suggestively as she finished walking up to Frank. Reaching him, Angela lifted herself up onto her toes and Frank leaned forward, allowing her to whisper into his ear. "Ah," he said, "fairly traditional, but an excellent one nonetheless!" He straightened back up and gave an excited clap. "All of you prepare yourselves for amusement, as this should be better than Alex's chicken act. You, sir." He pointed at Joe. "Please come up and join us on the stage." Joe began walking forward, wondering idly why he wasn't objecting to the request. He paused nervously at the top of the stairs, to the audience's amusement, but moving onto the stage failed to have any effect on his clothing. He stopped in front of The Astounding Frank, relieved that at the very least he didn't have to be embarrassed by suddenly being stripped naked like Angela, who stood attentively beside him. "Face the audience, please," said Frank. Joe calmly turned as instructed. Part of him was wondering why he was being so cooperative, but overall he didn't worry too much about it. Everything seemed like it would be fine, and he was content to go along with things. "Now then," continued The Astounding Frank, "some of you may be starting to realize that things are a little unusual." He paused to let that sink in. "All of you men are being far more compliant than normal, and I'm going to tell you why. I, The Astounding Frank, have hypnotized every person in the room without any of you realizing. It is a gift, you see, and one which I use to amaze and entertain. Naturally at the moment all of you would feel entertained if I told you to be, but rest assured that even after all is said and done you'll be happy to have seen the show. With that said, let's get on with the entertainment!" Frank faced Joe. "This gentleman's young lady has given me a request that I feel will amuse and delight all of you. What is your name, sir, and that of your girl?" "Joe Ingram," responded Joe, "and that is Angela Templeton." "And what is your relationship?" asked Frank. "Please be explicit." "She's my obedient sex slave," said Joe. "My fuck toy." Beside him, Angela smiled and gave a pleasurable shiver as he said this. "And to her you are?" prompted Frank. "Umm, her master, I guess," said Joe hesitantly. "Correct," said Frank. "Or at least correct up until now. In a moment I am going to snap my fingers. When I snap my fingers you will no longer be Joe Ingram, the dominant master. At that moment you will realize that you have transformed into Jessica Ingram, an obedient sex slave. A fuck toy, even. You will be the most beautiful woman you can imagine, and you will be completely focused on satisfying the pleasure of your master, but you will also remember who you were. At the same moment, this will no longer be Angela Templeton, the obedient slave. She will have transformed into Anthony Templeton, your handsome and dominant master. Do you understand?" "Yes," said Joe, though in his head he thought that these instructions ought to have made him nervous, or something. "Very well, then," said The Astounding Frank, and snapped his fingers. Dizziness engulfed Joe. --------------- Before Jessica even opened her eyes she knew that something was strange. Her memories were of being Joe Ingram, a mid-level sales consultant, but she was very clearly aware that she had become Jessica Ingram, devoted sex slave of Anthony Templeton. She felt a faint buzzing in the back of her mind, and realized that this was the sensation that Angela had mentioned. The sign that she was under the influence of the suggestibility field she had created back when she was Joe. The field that she was now subject to. Eyes flying open, she realized that she needed to change things immediately, before it was too late. "Don't make any changes without my permission," came a deep male voice from beside her. Jessica knew she wanted to fix things, but she also knew that she couldn't until she was allowed to do so. She looked down at herself, and her view filled with large, firm breasts tipped with erect, pencil eraser sized nipples. Her body tingled with sexual excitement, and at the same moment she realized that she was thinking of herself with the female pronoun. She looked up at the man in front of her. Through the eyes of her Joe memories, Jessica could tell that Anthony looked almost exactly like the generically handsome man Jessica had been moments before. Through her new eyes, though, he may as well have glowed. He was perfect in every way and she wanted nothing more than to fanatically obey his every command and adoringly anticipate his every desire. She sank to her knees in front of him, spreading her legs apart as she did so. Her breasts bobbled gently with the motion, and her pussy grew hot and moist with anticipation. She stared adoringly up into Anthony's hungry gaze, giving him the most seductive look she could muster. Frank, standing dumbfounded next to them, asked, "What the hell is going on? How did you two do that?" Anthony and Jessica ignored him. Anthony reached a hand out, and Jessica took it with hers. Anthony drew her back to her feet and said, "Let's go, Baby." They turned and began to walk toward the stairs at the front of the stage. "Stop," said Frank, and snapped his fingers. Both of them stopped in their tracks. Frank continued, "Turn and face me." Anthony and Jessica both turned where they stood and faced Frank expectantly. "Now, Anthony, explain to me what is happening here." Anthony began to explain. --------------- "So let me get this straight," said Frank, "you're telling me that you two are vacationers in a virtual world, and that I and everyone else in here are just fake people created for your vacation?" Anthony nodded at him. Frank, looking shocked and disturbed, sat thinking about that for a few minutes. "And she has the power to change anyone and anything in this world?" He nodded his head toward Jessica, who stood complacently next to Anthony. Again Anthony nodded in agreement. "Jessica," said Frank, looking her way, "create a chair up on the stage." Jessica looked slightly unhappy at this, but otherwise stood still and did nothing. No chair appeared. "Why aren't you doing anything?" asked Frank. "I can't," said Jessica. "Anthony hasn't given me permission." Frank's expression showed he immediately understood the problem. "Anthony," continued Frank with a smile, "tell Jessica that she is allowed to make changes at my command instead of yours." Anthony frowned at this, but repeated the command to Jessica. "Now Jessica," said Frank, "create a chair up on the stage." Instantly a chair appeared on stage, identical to those down among the still-waiting audience. Frank looked very pleased with himself, adding, "A more comfortable chair." The chair obliged, becoming plush and padded in an instant. Frank sat, crossed one leg over the other, and mused for a moment. "Okay, Jessica," said Frank, "now change Anthony Templeton here back to the Angela Templeton he was a few minutes ago, only now Angela will be my devoted sex slave, rather than yours." Anthony only had one wide-eyed instant of alarm at these words before his form shimmered, replaced by the naked, voluptuous curves and smiling face of Angela. She sank to her knees, spreading them submissively, and gazed rapturously at Frank. Straightening her back, she thrust her breasts forward, presenting herself to him as brazenly as she could manage. "How may I serve you, Master?" she asked in her melodic voice. "Jessica, send all the rest of the people in the restaurant home with no memory of this evening," said Frank. Immediately the three of them were alone in the room. "Now both of you come here and pleasure me." --------------- Frank's face expressed a mass of conflicting thoughts and emotions. Rapture, amazement, lust, wonder, and worry all played their part. The two most beautiful women he had ever seen in his life were busily taking turns sucking and kissing his cock, rubbing their huge breasts over his body, and generally doing everything they could to bring him to higher levels of arousal, but he had also learned that he might be some sort of a simulated person in a virtual world, while his two sex slaves worshiping his body were the only real people in this world. Overall it was a lot to take in, especially while distracted by hours of amazing sex. Despite the world-class ability of these women to arouse, he was finally beginning to feel satiated and able to think more on the bigger situation. "How much longer does this 'vacation' last?" he asked. Jessica paused from sliding one erect nipple across his belly and kissing his chest. "I don't know," she