Carol (Carol Schmidt Series) (20 page)

Carol took a sip.

“I had Tokay in Budapest once. This tastes
better.”

They all laughed, raising their glasses as
Strange smugly took game, set and match on the evening’s main theme of
copying
.

For a moment they all savored the wine, which
was staggeringly good.

Then Carol said:

“There is, in my experience, one thing that
cannot be copied and exploited.”

“And that is?” he asked.

“Sex.”

“Sex?”

“It’s real. Ultimately, it’s the only truly
authentic thing that passes between us. The basis of all life, and the thing
which drives us all. You can reproduce images of it, you can fake it, you can
disseminate all kinds of sexual material...” She lowered her voice. “But that
moment, the beautiful moment, cannot be stolen or copied. Two people together.
That
is pure.”

“Or three,” Sai added, staring straight at
Strange, something incredibly horny in her eyes.

He looked at Sai, then at Carol, two of the
sexiest women he’d ever met. And he realized that he wanted them both. Now.

Half
an hour later, Alex Strange was sitting in an armchair in Carol’s suite,
watching as the two women wrestled on the bed, still in their g-strings, but
nothing else.

He chuckled as he gave them directions, watching
them fondle each other’s breasts, and kiss like teenagers. His prick, quite
long and thin, was in his hand and he stroked himself slowly as he thought up
new ways of seeing the two women pleasure themselves.

“Sai, lie face down,” he said, leaning forward,
making sure he had a good view. “Lawyer girl, fuck her with your hand from
behind. She likes it hard. Spread her legs, I wanna see.”

Carol waited for Sai to do as she was told, then
pulled Sai’s g-string off and eased a hand between her thighs. Lying down next
to her, Carol kissed her on the side of the face, and whispered
don’t worry
as softly as she could, sensing that Sai was losing confidence.

“Harder!” Strange barked, now working himself
faster.

Carol was disgusted by every aspect of this man,
down to his silver-white pubes. She desperately wanted to take Sai in her arms
and protect her from his vileness. That would come. Soon enough.

So she faked it, pretending to push down hard
between Sai’s legs. To divert Strange’s attention, she shifted slightly until
she was kneeling with her ass almost directly toward him.

“And you, play with yourself.”

She obeyed, reached behind herself and sliding a
hand down inside the string of her g-string. There wasn’t a lot she could do,
awkwardly pretending to grope Sai with one hand, and herself from behind with
the other.

“Sai,” he said, realizing that it wasn’t working.
“Flip. I want to see our lawyer friend eat your pussy. Let’s see about the purity
of sex!” And by now he was standing above them, right next to the bed, his
stiff cock pointing at them. “I’m betting this is gonna look like any fucking
porno in the world. Pure? You’re like two hookers on a fucking bed anywhere on
the planet. Sai! Flip, for christsake!”

Reluctantly, the two women did as they were
told, managing a brief moment of eye contact as they changed positions. And it
was enough. This, Carol’s expression told Sai, is worth it; this humiliation is
the price we’re gonna pay, and it’s worth it. Hang on in there.

Sai did hang on. She lay back and opened her
legs, as Carol knelt and lowered her lips onto her sex, kissing it with such
tenderness that Sai almost cried, not with ecstasy, but with love. As she
closed her eyes and felt Carol’s tongue caress her like the kiss of an angel,
she actually forgot that anyone else was in the room.

As for the cameras, Carol had told her to try
and keep her face looking towards the pillow end of the bed, out of shot. She’d
managed that quite well, and even though Sai would be recognized on the video,
it would be fleetingly, as a victim, dutifully obeying the horrible,
domineering Alex Strange.

Carol buried her face in Sai’s sex, and Strange
knelt behind her on the bed. He had his cock in one hand and with the other he
began fingering Carol’s pussy and ass crack.

“Like any porno in the fucking world!” he said,
again and again, as he rammed two fingers into her. “Ah, the purity of the sex
act. Can’t be copied, eh!”

After a while, Carol realized that this was
Strange’s way of turning her on. The jerk thought that by depriving her of his
wonderful penis, holding back as he watched the two women, she’d start to beg
for him.

She’d met guys like this before, but she’d never
seen anything quite so flagrant. It was pathetic, and only the thought of those
tiny cameras, now streaming everything live onto a number of anonymous sites
across the globe, gave her the strength to tolerate his vanity.

“I’m fucking
her
for real,” she said, her
voice loaded with sarcasm.

She felt his fingers stick into her, sharp and
nasty, as if to demonstrate the power he had over her. She didn’t care, she
knew the worse this got, the better it was for her and Sai in the long run. So
she goaded him some more.

“You think that turns me on?”

“’Course it does, you slut!”

“You can’t do it, Alex. You can’t just make it
happen. You’ve gotta want it. Then it’s real.” She returned to Sai’s sex,
groaning with pleasure as she indulged herself. And, as if on cue, Sai shifted
beneath her and emitted her own moans of delight.

He grabbed Carol’s hair and yanked her head
back. Before she knew it, he’d rammed his cock into her mouth.

“Get off the bed!” he snarled at Sai, who jumped
off in an instant, tears welling in her eyes.

He lay on his back, and in one powerful move,
gabbed Carol’s hips and hoisted her above him, until he had her pussy in his
mouth, and she was left to suck on his cock.

He went at her with a horrible, mechanical lunge
of the tongue. This guy had no idea how to treat a woman. It was appalling, and
the thought of Sai having to put up with this made her sick inside. For a few
seconds she tried to bear it, but it was no good; she was going to have to try
something else.

“This isn’t sex, you asshole!” she said, hauling
herself off of him. “You can’t make a woman fuck you. You can’t copy the
feeling, the act,
none of it
!”

He roared with laughter, almost a scream, like a
kid who just can’t believe what’s been said to him. He struggled to a sitting
position, and grabbed Carol by the shoulders.

“What do you think Strange Tech is, you fucking
know-nothing lawyer!”

“Alex!” came the voice of Sai as she tried to
intervene. “Calm down.”

Strange didn’t want to calm down, though. His
erection was harder than ever. He grabbed it in one hand, pushed Carol down
onto the bed, straddling her and forcing her to take him in her mouth.

“Come on, lawyer! Just what do you think Strange
Tech is?”

Sai watched, powerless to intervene. Carol had
made her swear that whatever happened in the room, unless it was
life-threatening, she must not stop Strange, she must let him do whatever he
wanted. Carol had been very, very insistent on the point, although she also
said it was better if Sai didn’t know too much; just keep her face out of shot.

So Sai watched, helpless, as Strange closed his
eyes, feeling Carol’s lips against his shaft as excruciating pleasure rushed
through his body. He rocked back and forth, crying out as he felt her tongue gouge
his helmet with astonishing force, until he hardly knew whether he was even
enjoying the deep, burning sensation that shot up from his cock.

Carol pulled her head away briefly.

“I think you write boring computer programs,
asshole. Now let’s see if you can really fuck me.”

With that she took his full length in her mouth
again, and thrust a hand up between his butt cheeks, pushing a finger into his
anus hard and fast as his body almost gave way above her.

By now he was laughing out loud, mixed in with
it the trembling, hollering of a man on the very threshold of unbearable pain,
but knowing that nothing could stop him now, that the climax that was coming
would be so massive that no amount of agony could prevent him from seeing it
through.

“No, I don’t!” he said, snarling down at her,
his eyes opening only for an instant. “I don’t write programs, you stupid
bitch. I steal them...”

“Alex...” said Sai, as if trying to protect him
from himself.

“I steal code from people right under their
noses, and you fucking lawyers can do nothing about it.” He had a nasty snarl
now, speaking in hissing bursts as he went harder and harder in Carol’s mouth.
“I fucking steal code from programmers who sign it over to me ’cause they’re
dumb and frightened and they want a job...” and now he was grimacing, knowing
he was about to come, but loving the moment so much it felt like he was flying,
“and I fuck lawyers like you in the mouth, you cunt. You can’t get me, a
million lawyers like you can’t get me. You’ve tried...” he screamed, his whole
body tense, back arching as he felt it coming, “ but I’ve fucked you all, fucked
everyone of you, and now... Now!”

He came with such force that he bounced off
Carol, his cock pumping semen out onto the bed. He was gasping for breath,
disorientated and in agony. But almost immediately he recovered, and forced his
cock back into her mouth, grabbing her hair in his hand as he pushing himself
into her again. He thrust so hard that she almost choked, going all the way in,
laughing to himself now as he rode the aftershocks of his orgasm, his body
jerking violently as he milked himself cruelly in her mouth.

“I beat everybody,” the rhythm of his words
matching that of his long, hard strokes. “And I can remember every one.”

And then he began reciting their names, the
programmers he’d cheated over the years, several dozen of them, every name
recalled perfectly, as if he was reading from a list. With each coder’s name he
also cited with absolute precision which part of which application their stolen
code had been used for. And what Sai had said was true, he really was proud of
what he’d done. There was not a drop of shame or remorse in his body.

As she heard Jason’s name, Carol’s stomach
lurched horribly, and she thought she was going to die with anger and hatred.

“You’re a thief,” she said, yanking his cock
from her mouth. “Nothing more, a common thief!”

He roared with laughter, pulling her head back
and ramming himself back into her throat until she gagged.

“
I’m
a fucking genius! You hear me,
lawyer woman? Plagiarism? I’m fucking your mouth. Look who just won the
argument!”

With a grunt of disgust, he let go of her hair,
and his cock sprang out of her mouth once more. By now he was panting heavily,
and laughing contentedly to himself. For a second he seemed to consider hitting
her, snarling down at her with such contempt that for a moment even Carol felt
defeated and degraded.

Then he collapsed onto the bed.

Carol wasn’t defeated, though. She crawled off
the bed and joined Sai at the side of the room, both of them evidently in
shock. Meanwhile, Strange took his penis, which was still extraordinarily stiff
and glistening, and began to yank it so hard it looked as if he was trying to
injure himself.

With his hand running right the way up and down
his slippery length, faster and faster, his laughter became manic. His butt was
jumping up and down, lifting right up off the bed, and with his other hand he
grabbed his balls, gripping and tugging at himself ferociously until it seemed
like he was going to expire with the horrific delight of the pain he was
clearly in.

And then, still screaming about stealing code
and programmers and lawyers and his own invincibility, he managed, quite
incredibly, to make himself come again. He cried like a baby, tears streaming
down his contorted face, his lithe body twisting as if it was in the throes of
an electric shock.

With one final roar of agony, he was exhausted.
Thin, almost transparent come trickled down his hand as finally he stopped, his
head falling to one side on the pillow. Then he closed his eyes.

Twenty seconds later the live broadcast was cut.
The last image was of a white-haired man alone on a bed, his penis in his hand,
his body utterly immobile.

Within
hours of the footage of Alex Strange being streamed live onto various anonymous
websites around the world, his lawyers had begun legal proceedings to have the
content removed. But it was too late. The thing had started to go viral, and it
couldn’t be stopped, no matter how much you paid your overcharging lawyers.
People stared down at their smart phones with disgust, hating the fact that
they were watching, but unable to look away as the full horror of the scene was
played out on their tiny screens.

It wasn’t just one long video, either. It was
dozens of short ones: Strange getting blown, Strange barking orders at two
compliant lesbians, Strange forcing himself into a woman’s mouth, Strange
boasting about how he’d ripped coders off, jacking off as he did so...

Within twenty-four hours, Alex Strange was an Internet
star, the object of amazement and revulsion across the globe. And that included
Wall Street.

His girlfriend had disappeared. But he didn’t
give a shit about that. He went into overdrive, immediately denying everything,
claiming that the whole thing was a foolish sex game that had gone wrong. His
lawyers publically stressed the legality of all his previous dealings with
coders, and threatened litigation against anyone stating otherwise. Strange,
then, came out fighting, and the floatation of his company was set to go ahead
as planned.

In the days that followed, however, the
allegations of the theft of intellectual property by Strange forced its way
onto mainstream news channels, initially as a “bizarre” human interest story.
Then a handful of former Strange Tech employees began to speak out, and the
nature of how his software had in fact been written came under detailed media
scrutiny. Government departments and private corporations now began to suspend
their contracts with the company, pending their own inquiries into the matter.

The floatation of Strange Tech was finally
suspended just hours before it was slated to go ahead. It wasn’t just the
growing scandal; the estimated value of the company had slipped to such an
extent that he was advised that a floatation of any kind was no longer
feasible.

With his company in rapid decline, Strange could
content himself with the fact that he was still a rich man, and that the legal
position regarding his “theft” of code was complex and difficult to prove. However,
a class action by former coders was threatened, and to protect against the
possibility of losing his personal wealth in fighting a long, drawn out case,
Strange quietly began to settle with individual programmers.

Alex Strange himself would survive the ignominy.
Attempts to resurrect his company as a small, specialized media software
provider failed, and though his personal wealth was much depleted, he didn’t
starve.

Eventually, with funds running low, he would
turn that night of shame at the Trump International to his advantage. The slim,
white-haired young man from
that
sex video was instantly recognizable
wherever he went, so he began to accept invitations to appear on chat shows and
play poker on celebrity gaming sites. He even managed to smile through it all,
becoming a parody of himself, bearing the laughter and derision that his
appearances provoked with seeming good humor.

Alex Strange, in other words, finally become a media
star. The reason why interest in him persisted, though, was not that night in a
New York hotel. It was because he was the guy who had lost several billion
dollars. When the TV docu-drama of his life was inevitably made, it was called
The
Nearly Man
.

Meanwhile, Jason got his payoff, enough to
retire from teaching and establish himself in the tech business. The fact that
his ideas had been behind some of Strange Tech’s best known streaming software
opened many doors for him, and though he no longer needed to work, he did it
for the love of coding, like most coders do.

Less than six months after first seeing that
extraordinary video on his iPhone, Jason had his own offices in Palo Alto and a
staff of six. A regime of fruit smoothies and a new love of life had turned him
back into something resembling that skinny postgrad who’d walked into the
Marriot
on Times Square, the whole world ahead of him. He also had his wife and kids
back, which meant far more to him than all the money in the world.

The demise of Strange Tech was, even half a year
later, the talk of Silicon Valley. Just why had Strange been so dumb to blurt
it all out like that? Why on earth had he gotten himself into that kind of
situation in the first place? The monk-like, incorruptible Alex Strange? It
made no sense.

Jason did not share in such speculation. He had
watched the clips hundreds of times, fascinated and horrified, over and over
again. But unlike the rest of the world, he was not confused as to what had
happened in that bedroom. Because he knew the blond woman with Strange in the
video, and he knew that she, despite being humiliated by a rampant, megalomaniacal
Strange, had been totally in control. It had been a while, and her hair was
different, but he would have known Carol anywhere.

And he knew exactly why Strange had done it.

Carol, quite simply, was irresistible.

*

So where is she now, the mysterious woman who
brought Alex Strange down and stole his girlfriend? That’s what everybody is asking,
from journalists to TV and movie producers. Everyone is asking the same thing.

But nobody knows the answer. She has disappeared
into thin air, along with Sai Boynes. There is a surveillance video of the two women
walking out of the Trump International just minutes after Strange’s live
performance had ended. Since then, nothing.

The seductress in the hotel room is nowhere to
be seen.

But she’ll be back.

Just as soon as she’s ready.

END