Mindfuck: Love and Payback

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March 29th 2014The DVD wasn’t the one Vanessa had expected.She paused in sipping her sauvignon as the title card faded up on her laptop screen, accompanied by an acoustic guitar riff.Houston Lasalle ProductionsPresentHuh? She’d asked to borrow an erotic arthouse coming-of-age flick, but this was– what, a home movie?Sammy SukjobWhat the actual…andShane BoxschafterInOh guys, no you haven’t…Any Which WhereThe title was in boxy ‘70s font reminiscent of classic porn. It was accompanied by the parenthetical promise:(There ain’t nowhere these guys won’t do it!)An opening shot supported this boast. As band and vocals joined the acoustic, Vanessa’s best friend –blonde mini-bombshell Sammy Lasalle– materialised in close-up, her sky-blue gaze reflecting the intensity of the currently-being-fucked. She was bouncing vertically within the frame, momentum supplied by her fresh-faced boyfriend of two years Shane Houston, visible in the driver’s seat of whatever car they had rented. Either side of the vehicle great soapy mops were sloshing against the windows.‘Harder, baby, we’re on the clock,’ Sammy urged.‘It’s okay, I booked the Premium Service,’ Shane grunted in reassurance.‘Oh God, sweetie, you give the Premium Service too…’‘Christ, enough!’ Vanessa paused her friend on a giddy upthrust. ‘You two are as nuts as each other.’ Thank fuck it was me borrowed this. She speed-dialled Sammy, but it went to voicemail. A call to Shane yielded the same result.Then his recorded message triggered mischief. Vanessa loved Shane to pieces same as she did Sammy, but she had previous when it came to fucking with the poor guy. ‘Hey, is that exotic motion picture actor Shane Boxschafter?’ she inquired, voice infused with smirking delight. ‘I’ve got an audition reel of you and your performance partner Sammy Sukjob in full technicolor action. Lovin’ your work. Call me.’She clicked off, grinning at her own cheek. Her gaze lingered on the laptop screen.Hmmm…Sammy and Shane were like her family. Their friendship trio kept little in the way of secrets. Hell, the couple arguably wouldn’t have connected without Vanessa’s help. And creativity should be appreciated, right? She’d spruced the apartment, prepped the food… Vanessa had the luxury of time.She topped up her glass, settled back and hit Play.Now what was that song? Her friend Jared would have known the band. Then as accompaniment to Sammy and Shane’s frolics came the title line– Feel Like Makin’ Love*.Vanessa smiled. Oh you guys…~~~~‘I don’t believe this is happening.’ Sammy felt the same whole-body chill as when her boyfriend had first revealed the situation. ‘How could we let that happen? How did it happen?’‘Strictly speaking it wasn’t we,’ Shane observed too logically to be borne. ‘You re-boxed the DVDs. You even said “Wouldn’t it be awful…”’‘I remember what I said,’ she snapped. Her enforced calm was giving way to a creeping rant. “…If the discs got mixed up. It’d be like that scene in Atonement.” Well ha-fucking-ha, it’s a damn sight worse than freaking Atonement. We haven’t typed Keira Knightley a letter with ‘cunt’ in it, we’ve released a sex tape. Sex DVD. Whatever the fuck. God, this is karma!’Shane looked perplexed. ‘For?’‘Being tight-asses. Downloading and burning movies. If there’d been proper labelling, I’d never have confused the discs. “Piracy is killing the movie industry”, right? And as payback our naked asses are going to be out there on full display.’‘Yes, and your ass got a whole lotta güvenilir bahis screen time.’She stared into the cornflower-blue eyes of her partner, momentarily robbed of speech. ‘How is that helping?’‘I was just…’‘Well don’t just. Don’t even. Is this sinking in? We’ve sent a comedy sex-show into the wild blue, you and me in flagrante defuckto, and you’re reacting like… Christ, I’ll try Vanessa again.’ She fumbled for her cell. ‘At least it’s only her.’‘Yeah, but she borrowed it for her artsy friend. You know, the hot insane one.’Sammy’s heart sank to the bottom of her ribcage. ‘Cherry? Oh God, I’d forgotten.’ I was too far gone on merlot that evening, heaven help me.Most of Vanessa’s friends were artsy, but Cherry’s work accessed higher levels of bohemian cray– octo-limbed sex sculptures and carnivorous vaginas were the least of it. If she’d acquired the recording, it might be featuring in some mentalist art installation by now. Plus, Cherry had friends who had other friends. If one unscrupulous individual digitized the damn thing, who knew where it might land?Any Which Where was a quality production after all.‘Why?’ she demanded mournfully of her beau, rebuffed again by Vanessa’s voicemail.‘Why what?’‘Why’d you have to make it?’‘The super-cut? I thought you loved it.’‘I did. I do…’‘“Best birthday gift ever.” You said it reminded you what a “hot connection” we have. Sammy, I asked you to marry me off the back of your reaction.’‘I know…’‘You said “Yes”.’‘I did. I meant it. I still mean it. Not the fucking point! We’ve lost a DVD copy of us screwing the bejesus out of each other in… in… dumbass fucking places, and somehow you’re still calm. We’ve got responsible jobs now. Families who haven’t disowned us. Yet. Certain moms…’ She poked her fiancé of three weeks in the chest. ‘…Are big deals in the Presbyterian Women’s Association! Think on that!’Shane gripped her shoulders and brought her down with near-supernatural composure. ‘Look– maybe Vanessa still has the DVD. And we’re due at her place tonight. Fretting won’t help… Let’s just go get ready.’‘Sooner the better– don’t care if we’re unfashionably early in the circumstances.’‘Sure, whatever. Deep breaths, it’s going to be fine.’‘It’s going to be fine.’‘That’s right. Still…’ His face twisted into a grimace. ‘Can you believe the shit we’ve filmed ourselves doing?’‘Oh God,’ Sammy wailed. ‘We must have been out of our minds!’~~~~‘Jesus,’ Vanessa muttered as two years’ sex highlights unfolded before her. ‘You two must be out of your fucking minds!’ Damn, Blue is the Warmest Color couldn’t have been any rawer.Not that Shane had seemed freaked out when responding to her sex-movie phone message. Maybe at first… Once his shock had subsided, however, a whole other response had kicked in.‘Vee, don’t tell Sammy.’‘What?’‘Don’t let her know you have it. Leave that to me.’‘But…’‘C’mon, Vee, this is gold. You gotta give me this. After the shit she’s pulled? You aiding and abetting some of it, don’t forget.’‘How could I?’ Vanessa’s recalled Sammy’s ‘courtship games’ with painful clarity.‘Then say nothing. Straight-to-voicemail kind of nothing. Please. Allow me a win here.’The boy undeniably deserved one. ‘Okay, Shaney-dude,’ she conceded. ‘I just hope’ (she normally used this phrase to Sammy) ‘you know what you’re doing. Hey, let her off the hook before you get here, okay?’‘Of course. Hey, you haven’t watched it, right?’‘Noooooo,’ she reassured. Not beyond the opening sequence. ‘Go have güvenilir bahis siteleri your fun. I’ve got dinner to prep. Bye!’Well I’m damn well going to watch it all now, she immediately promised herself.The opening ten minutes didn’t entirely make good on Any Which Where’s premise. Carwash fucking was inventive, certainly, but what kinky suburban girl hadn’t been drilled before a full-length mirror in her parents’ bedroom? Scarcely original. Frickin’ hot though…‘You like watching yourself getting fucked in Mommy and Daddy’s room?’ Shane inquired, training the camera on the mirror so that both he and Sammy were framed full body. Knelt nude on the Lasalle parents’ boudoir carpet Shane proved pleasingly buff– stretching tall and pulling Sammy up with him. She was butt-naked too, jangling bracelets aside, her blonde hair and pert tits similarly a-quiver as she took it hard from behind.‘Uh-huh,’ she answered his taunt. ‘You like fucking daddy’s girl right in his home? Not scared he’s going to find you making his sweet angel your dirty little bitch?’‘She is my dirty little bitch,’ he snarled.‘What is she?’‘My dirty little bitch,’ he affirmed.‘Say it again, you sexy motherfucker!’‘My dirty– little– bitch!’.‘Goddamn right. Now spank my dirty-bitch ass!’She hollered the last and Shane whacked with correspondent ferocity. Then he threw her down, gripped her cutesy butt-cheek and tilted the camera to record his cock’s sawing motion between her waxed-clean pussy lips. ‘You’re going to love watching this back, Sam…’‘Sweet Jesus I should not be seeing this,’ Vanessa breathed, her fingers tugging at her jeans’ buttons. (An image of the pair smiling in festive sweaters on their recent Christmas card leapt to mind, its wholesomeness jarring stupendously with their porno proclivities.) ‘But guys, it’s so good.’The action cut to a power-shower– not, Vanessa suspected, the Lasalle household this time. The steamy environment plus a camera on a shower-cubicle shelf restricted the visuals, but the Boxschafter/Sukjob star combo compensated with their breathy dialogue.‘We’re really doing this?’ the male lead marvelled, shafting his lissom co-star against the tiles.‘My pussy’s stuffed with your cock, stud, so I guess we fucking are!’He squished his body harder into hers eliciting a high-pitched squeal, whereupon he clamped his free palm (the other clearly employed in hooking her raised thigh) to her mouth.‘Shhhh!’ he hissed. ‘My parents…’‘Won’t be up yet,’ was Sammy’s muffled sentiment, one proven alarmingly over-optimistic by an off-camera door-knock.‘Helloooooo?’Vanessa jumped in her seat like she’d been caught wet-fingered, her free hand leaping to her mouth. Shane and Sammy had meanwhile stalled in their on-screen coupling.‘Mom?’ Shane’s face was visibly contorted with horror through the steam.‘That you, Shane honey?’‘Yeah– showering first,’ he called frantically over the jets. ‘I mean I guess I’m first. Sam’s still asleep in the guest room. Or at least I’m sure she is, I haven’t looked, but… You know, she’s… she’s a heavy sleeper. So she tells me,’ he added, wincing.Vanessa’s laughter mirrored that of Sammy, though the latter’s was stifled by her boyfriend’s palm.‘Well breakfast will be ready soon,’ Shane’s mom announced. ‘Should I call on her?’‘No, let her sleep. You sort out breakfast, I’ll knock her up shortly. Her door I mean.’‘Okay, sweetheart. It’s bacon and eggs, so don’t be long. I’m sure Sammy’d like to start the day iddaa siteleri with something hot inside her.’‘Oh… absolutely!’The sequence ended with Shane’s head wilting against his giggling nude girlfriend, and Vanessa could only guess whether the shafting had been resumed to completion. Sammy had recounted the incident once… We were so close to getting caught out. The look on Shane’s face! They had survived the moment, however, Shane’s sweet, devout parents remaining none the wiser. Vanessa had simply never expected to view it all.Nor had she anticipated witnessing what scenarios ensued. Take the nightclub restroom stall, hardcore dance beats filtering through to accompany the couple’s urgent pelvic union, as Sammy held aloft the device that was shooting their selfie fuck-vid.The same girl was speaking into a viewfinder next, a movie-screen flicker on her face, right arm stretching from view and generating a ragged male panting with its up-and-down action. (‘Guess who I’m jacking off in a theater. Again. Only capturing it for posterity this time. Good job we bought the big tub of popcorn.’)After that came alternating shots, the pair filming each other simultaneously with the results niftily edited in post. He was lying on the picnic blanket, she was riding him with the skirt of her summer dress flowing discreetly around his thrusting groin during a Central Park coitus.Classic box-ticking on the old Fucket List with digital proof of every artfully accomplished sex act. By the time Sammy was cumming amid the baguettes and pinot grigio, Vanessa was three knuckles deep in her own pussy, panty change well overdue.And that was before the movie got really crazy. ‘Sweet Lord– seriously, dudes?’ Vanessa edged on through the escalating madness.~~~~I really should tell her.A younger Shane couldn’t have sustained such deception beyond thirty seconds. But dating Sammy Lasalle had changed him. He hadn’t so much upped his game as learned a whole new one, subsequently trashing its rules in frustration and inventing his own. That’s what he was doing now, and it felt awesome.Sammy squirmed beside him in the taxi ferrying them from their apartment off Delancey to the one Sammy had shared with Vanessa on the Lower East Side. A short ride, had it not been for a rush-hour Delancey Street gridlock. The delay was taking its toll on her nerves.‘I just want to know, that’s all. Find out who the fuck’s got it. How many people have seen it so far.’ She was delectable, fretting in her floral-blue print dress, tugging the skirt down her thighs in an uncharacteristic show of modesty. Their taciturn cab driver paid them no discernible attention.‘Maybe no one,’ Shane suggested charitably, before admitting ‘Or… conceivably hundreds.’‘Don’t say that!’ Sammy cringed. ‘Don’t you get it? They’ll see it all– every filthy fuck-word, every thrust of your cock inside me, every fleck of cum-splatter –Christ there was soooo much cum-splatter– suffering shit, we won’t be able to leave the apartment again, we’ll have to be hermits and order take-out. Why aren’t you freaking the fuck out about this?’‘No point,’ Shane said, keeping his fatalistic demeanor intact. ‘I guess I’ve always kind of known it would catch up with us. God, if you think about it, it’s just the next level of what we were already doing. Our thing, right?’‘Right??? Wrong!!!’ Sammy’s face was a mask of incredulity. ‘Hello!’ She rapped clenched knuckles on his head. ‘Our “thing” is danger. You know, not getting caught? We like a bit of naughty, in-the-dark, behind-the-door, you’ll-never-guess-where-we-did-it fun. It’s our secret. That’s a far fucking cry from parading our throbbing genitals for the viewing horror of family and friends!’

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