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  VIRTUALITY

  Edited By:

  Ladee Katherine & Felicia Fox

  Stories By:

  Felicia Fox, Aurelia Fray, Ladee Katherine, Bry Dig, Lexi Ostrow, Josephine Ballowe, &

  Tajah Sparke

  VIRTUALITY

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  Jolene wiped the table down while staring at the corner of the bar. Her boss, in his jeans and button up shirt with tie, spoke to a gentleman in a drawn up hoodie and sunglasses. This hoodie wearing gentleman came in to the establishment every Saturday night and it was right there in the corner of the bar where he would huddle and speak in hushed tones with her boss.

  “What you looking at Jolene?” Stella, the blonde bombshell who was also Jolene’s coworker, asked while pushing in a chair.

  “Was thinking about asking Creeps about a raise,” Jolene replied with a bored tone.

  Creeps, the wonderful nickname her and coworkers called their boss, he known for having roaming hands. If you could put aside his creepy nature he was actually pleasant to talk to. The guy ran the burlesque nightclub and somehow managed to keep the place going despite the lack of customers.

  Jolene tucked her fallen hair behind her ear and sighed. “I need a raise. Tips don’t cut it and I’m short on rent.”

  “What happened to your roommate?” Stella inquired crossing her arms over her large chest.

  “Moved out two months ago. Was doing okay forking over for rent until recently. My tips aren’t stretching like they should.”

  “Creeps may not give you a raise. You know how he is with money. He’d steal our tips from the table if we weren’t watching,” Stella rolled her eyes and walked away.

  Stella was right though and Jolene knew that. Creeps would steal candy from a baby if it benefited him. Jolene moved to the next table wiping it down. The last burlesque show was twenty minutes ago and the club was closing for the night. If there were any customers then it would be last call, but the last customer had left ten minutes ago. As Jolene moved from table to table she kept her flickering gaze on Creeps and the man he spoke to. When Mr. Hoodie left and Creeps returned to his office Jolene knew this was her chance.

  Her heart beat wildly out of control as she walked the short distance to Creeps open door office. He sat behind his desk with his gazed locked on the laptop in front of him. When he finally noticed Jolene standing in the doorway he grinned up at her. If Creeps wasn’t a creep Jolene would admit he was a handsome man. The eyes were the pretties feature on him, stunning bright blue eyes framed in long sweeping thick black lashes and long chin length almost black hair that framed his handsome face. He was tall too with broad shoulders and thick muscular arms. A pleasant package.

  “Jolene my little sugar ass, what can I do for you baby?” And just like that Jolene was reminded why Creeps was single.

  Jolene took another step in to the office, “I wanted to talk to you sir.” Her voice shook and her stomach flipped. If Creeps denied her a raise she wasn’t sure what to do next. Picking up another job was always an option but without her high school diploma there wasn’t much out there for her and the jobs she did qualify for were ones that didn’t pay much and offered few hours.

  Creeps leaned back in his chair and rested his interlocked hands on his stomach. “I’m all ears baby.”

  “I’ve worked here for a two years now and I was wondering if I could…get a raise?”

  Creeps let no emotion seep on to his face. His bright blue eyes stared at Jolene blankly. Jolene did her best to not squirm but that failed as she shifted her weight from one foot to the other. Slowly Creeps sat up straight in his chair then pointed to the chair opposite of his desk. Jolene quickly slipped in the seat and watched as Creeps stood walking to the office door and closing it. He sat back down in his office chair then cleared his throat.

  “I don’t give raises Jolene. You need more money babe, you need to bust your pretty ass off out there and earn those tips. My roster is full on burlesque dancers and frankly you are too fucken short to be one anyways.” Creeps licked his lips then shook his head back and forth. His chin length hair moved with his head shake and he cracked a small comforting smile. “Babe I feel you, I really do, but a raise ain’t happening.”

  Breath escaped Jolene and she felt her eyes water. Refusing to cry in Creeps presence she stood from her seat and headed to the door.

  “There are other…ways to make a buck babe. I know a few if you are interested.”

  Was he asking her to hook? Jolene spun around with wide eyes and Creeps put his hands up defensively.

  “Whoa babe. Before you jump to conclusions sit let me explain.” Creeps nodded back to the chair.

  Jolene stood there contemplating if she wanted to hear what he had to offer or if she should just get up and leave now. Something told her whatever Creeps was going to tell her was not going to be a “practical” way of making money. Closing her eyes for the briefest of moments Jolene walked back to the chair and sat down.

  Creeps arched a brow then smiled. “I run another business with my brother. So happens as of tonight I’m in need of a girl. My last one got too greedy and pissed off my brother so there’s this opening. It’s a once a week gig. The pay is in cash and depending on how good you do we are talking thousands of dollars in one night.”

  Did he say thousands of dollars in one night? Jolene sat up straighter and cleared her throat. “What’s the job?”

  Creeps tilted his head back and forth. “Better if I show you.”

  Sitting still she watched as Creeps tapped the keys on his laptop and clicked on the mouse pad. He turned the lap top on his desk so it was visible for both her and him. A black box for a waiting video sat on the screen. Creeps ran his bottom full lip through his teeth before the clicked the video to play. He watched Jolene’s face as the video played. When the video ran its course Jolene sat back in the chair stunned.

  “I...there’s…I…oh my…I don’t think I’m the right person for that kind of job.” Jolene found her voice after minutes of silence.

  Creeps nodded his head. “Look it’s a controlled environment. Like I said it’s my business so it’s all legal and shit. There are words in place when you feel you can’t handle it. My brother is the man in the video. He’s clean and protection is used. I would never bring this up to any of the other girls that work for me, but you have this look and babe you’re rocking a great body, it can be very profitable for all parties involved.”

  “I’m sorry but I can’t do it.”

  “It’s just sex. Sex streamed online for paying viewers. The masks do well to hide identities. It’s just sex in a controlled environment.”

  “I’m not comfortable with the idea of it being seen.”

  “Alright but just so you know the offer is on the table for the next 24 hours.” He slid a black business card to Jolene before he stood up and opened the office door. Jolene walked to the door and as she passed Creeps he whispered to her, “keep this to yourself or I’ll fire you.”

  Jolene walked to the bar and fetched her purse from under the
bar. No one was in the building so she clocked out and took the back exit, like normal, and walked towards the bus stop. Her mind played that video over and over. Creeps had actually thought she would say yes to that? When she first saw the video she almost fainted.

  The first thing that shocked her was Creeps was showing her a sex video. The second thing that shocked her was the man in the video. Large, not overweight large, but built large. His arms were sculpted just like the eight pack and the muscular thighs he sported. Then there was the more obvious part of the man, his enormous cock. Jolene had not seen a cock that large…ever. Her cheeks flushed just remembering it.

  The bus ride was quick or it just seemed that way since Jolene was lost in her mind replaying those images of that video. Arriving at her stop she walked the short distance to the rundown apartment building she called home. Before heading up the stairs to her third story apartment she checked her mail box and sighed seeing the final notice bills. One step at a time she climbed the stairs to her floor, the wood steps creaking with her every step. Reaching her floor she turned to walk to her apartment door when she halted. A white piece of paper was taped to her door and the words in red made her bottom lip tremble. EVICTION NOTICE.

  With fury she stormed to the door and ripped the eviction notice from the door. How had things gotten this bad this fast. Turning her keys in the lock she closed the door behind her and headed to the bathroom. After a long shower, where she cried her eyes out, Jolene slipped in to her pajamas and sat on the sofa holding her notice. She had little less than three weeks to get out of her apartment. She could ask to move in with Stella, but Stella had a boyfriend who was more of a creep than Creeps.

  The pay is in cash and depending on how good you do we are talking thousands of dollars in one night. Those words ran in Jolene’s head. Could she do it though? Have sex while it was streamed across the web. In the video both the man and the woman wore black masks. So it wouldn’t be like she would be noticed. Wait? Was she actually contemplating this? Jolene shook her head back and forth and slumped back on the couch. The second her head hit the pillow she sat back up. Yeah she was contemplating it.

  Walking to her purse she pulled out that black business card and her cell phone. Her fingers shook as she dialed the number. It rang twice.

  “Speak,” Creeps answered.

  “Bryce, it’s Jolene.”

  “Baby! You think about it?”

  Jolene looked back at her eviction notice that sat on her coffee table. “Yes. I want to do the job.”

  Creeps laughed and hollered. After a minute of his vocal celebration he spoke cheerfully, “Baby I promise you won’t regret it.”

  “There is something I should tell you though.”

  Creeps got quiet. “Nothing bad I hope.”

  Jolene took a deep breath. “I’ve only had sex with one other guy.”

  Creeps laughed. “Shit baby I thought you were gonna give me some bad news. Don’t worry about that you’ll be told exactly what to do. The sex is predetermined by online voting. I have to get you in the clinic too. We only deal with clean participates. I’ll fill you in on your next shift and by this coming Friday you’ll be making the money you need.”

  Friday had not come soon enough. After a long week of final notices and low tips Jolene was feeling more comfortable in her decision. Creeps had filled her in. The video she would be participating in was a live feed online that only paying customers could view. For some reason Jolene took that as good news. She felt like no one she knew would be tuning in to that feed and that limited the chances of her being noticed. Creeps had prepped her on what to wear and had given her cash to get a manicure and pedicure done. He even set her up an appointment for a waxing and to have her hair colored.

  When Friday finally came Jolene took a long shower and dressed for work bringing a bag with her. Creeps said she would be taken to the location where the video was filmed after work.

  Work went by slow. Jolene looked at her watch every five minutes thinking an hour had passed. Finally when the last customer was served and left, Jolene breathed a sigh of relief only to be filled up with anxiety of what was to come.

  “Jo baby you ready?” Creeps called out to her as he exited his office.

  Stella and the other girls working had already left and she was the last one. With the nod of her head Jolene grabbed her bag and purse before following Creeps to his car. He opened the car door for her and walked around his car then settled in to the driver’s seat. He started the vehicle then gave Jolene a curios look.

  “If you don’t want to do this you can back out. You’re not obligated to do anything, no hard feelings.” Creeps said. His blue eyes showed his seriousness.

  Jolene took a deep breath. “No I can do this. I’m just nervous. I’ve never done anything like this before, like ever.”

  Creeps laughed while pulling out of the parking lot. “Shit Jolene not many have. My brother got me in to this. It was his idea anyways. Good money maker, plus I actually get along with my fucken brother now.”

  “Is it weird seeing your bother in that kind of…positon?”

  Creeps tilted his head back and forth, something Jolene realized that was something he did a lot. “No, yes, hell half the time I’m too busy counting bank to really notice the feed.”

  The rest of the car ride was quiet. Creeps sang to the radio and kept glancing over at Jolene like he was waiting for her to bail. They finally pulled in to an industrial complex. Jolene felt a sharp jolt of fear welt in her gut and she quickly stomped it down. She told Stella if she ever went missing that Creeps had done something to her. Stella had quickly started questioning Jolene but Jolene just gave her a generic answer about going a movie with Creeps. That seemed to satisfy Stella even if it earned Jolene a disapproving look from her.

  Creeps parked his car, next to a mustang, in front of a large white building. Stepping out of the car Jolene followed Creeps to the door of the building. He unlocked the door and reset the alarm before they entered. They stood in an office area and Creeps flicked on a few lights.

  “It’s not much but we only use it for one purpose.” Creeps grinned and wiggled his eyebrows. Nerves tickled at Jolene’s stomach and she tried to give a smile. “Come on baby loosen up. You still want to do this right?”

  Jolene nodded her head and took a large breath. “Yes. Defiantly wan to do this. I get paid tonight right?”

  “Yeah in cash, one thousand. If things go well tonight and my brother thinks he can work with you we can discuss you coming back,” Creeps rubbed his hands together and licked his lips, “If you do extremely well fans will notice. Once you get a fan base and we have potential to make the real bucks.”

  Suddenly a thought crossed Jolene’s mind. “How many girls has there been?”

  “We have a girl for everyday of the week. We have replaced them over the years. Not because I’m a jerk or anything. They get boyfriends or married, shit like that, and don’t want to continue on. You would be Friday if it all works out.” Creeps lead her through the building passing door after door. Jolene processed the information she just learned as she followed Creeps. When they reached a red door with the word “FRIDAY” painted in black across it Creeps smiled. “Okay this is where you’ll dress.”

  He opened the door and flicked on the light. Jolene stepped in and looked around. There was a large vanity in the corner with a huge mirror. The set up was much like a small living room. A couch with TV and end table. A small bathroom with a shower. The walls were painted red and black framed paintings of half-naked women hung on the walls. The coffee table held magazines and DVD’s all sexually based and there was a vibrator still in the package.

  “Some of the girls find it easier to get off first before…getting off.” Creeps said when he noticed Jolene staring at the vibrator.

  Was this the time to tell him she had never masturbated before? Hell she had only had sex one other time and that was when she was in high school, senior year, with her prom date. H
e dumped her that following Monday. Since then she had been too busy trying to make ends meet to worry about a boyfriend. Not that she wasn’t asked out on dates, because she was, most lost interest in her after a few weeks when she didn’t put out.

  “I’ll leave you to get ready. I’m going to find my brother so you can meet him beforehand.” Creeps winked and left the small dressing room.

  Jolene quickly stepped in the bathroom. She quickly showered, shaving her legs and any other parts that were not waxed. Drying off she walked to her bag and pulled out the black lace panties and black tank top Creeps had told her to purchase. She put the items on then used the blow dryer at the vanity station to dry her hair straight. She applied false lashes and red lipstick, all items Creeps had said to bring. Nervously she looked at her reflection in the mirror.

  A knock at the door startled her and she quickly stood up. “Come in.”

  The door opened and a man in a hoodie and sunglasses stepped in. Jolene instantly recognized him as the man who came in to the club every Saturday to talk to Creeps. He towered in the doorway his head nearly reaching the top of the door. The hoodie was black and zipped up with the hood over his head. He wore ripped jeans and black boots that had the tongues hanging out. His eyes were hidden behind dark sunglasses.

  “You’re not blonde,” his voice was rough like he smoked a pack a day and drank on top of that, and for some reason it appealed to Jolene.

  “No I’m not.”

  He took a deep breath then his full lips formed in a straight line. “Your short too and your tits are too big.”

  Jolene looked down at her body. She was short no denying that but her tits? She thought her tits were what most guys liked about her. “I’m a D cup.”

  The man in the hoodie shoved his hands in his pocket and shook his head. “Do you do anal?”

  “Never tried.”

  “How are your blow jobs?”