Your Favorite Girl (YFG Series) (24 page)

I stood but jerked my arm away, dropping my beer bottle.  It shattered on the floor, turning every head in the room.

Mr. Shriver continued: "After months of negotiation, Mr. Partridge and I have finally reached an agreement that will bring LD-291B to market.  A revolutionary analgesic that not only relieves pain but induces pleasure.
  The best part is it can easily be engineered synthetically at low cost and should replace opiate-based painkillers completely."

More applause.

"Unfortunately," Mr. Shriver began, and during his pause the murmur of conversation began.  "Unfortunately there's been a change of plans, and I will not be signing any deal tonight."

Patton looked at me.  For the first time since we'd met, he looked genuinely frightened.

"What's wrong?"

He shook his head, and somewhere in the crowd a man whom I assumed to be Mr. Partridge started shouting and cursing.  Everyone else seemed displeased, as well.  The murmurs turned to a wave of heated conversation.

"Why?"
Mr. Partridge was shouting. 
"Why won't you sign?  Why did you even invite us here, you sick son of a bitch!"

"I know you're all disappointed," Mr. Shriver said, "but I hope you'll trust that it's for the best.
  I had a revelation last night, thanks to a very helpful advisor--" He was looking at me.  The bastard was looking at me. "--and in light of this new outlook, I've made a change both in company policy and in my hopes for the future."

Suddenly a bookshelf on the right wall split apart and opened up like elevator doors.

"Enjoy the show, my friends!"

"Oh my God," Patton said.

I followed his gaze to the new hole in the wall and watched as something began to emerge from it.

Patton ran across the room and dove at the platform, trying to push it back in, but it was automated.  He couldn't budge it.  In fact, it pushed him backwards, his dress shoes squealing on the hardwood floor.

"Don't do this!" he screamed. "Mr. Shriver, it's a mistake!"

"It's time you had a taste, my friends.  Pick your poison."

The men were transfixed.  Even Mr. Partridge had nothing to say.  They all stood there with their mouths hanging open as the platform extended from the wall.

It was a bed, maybe knee-high.  Spaced three or four feet apart were an assortment of Favorite Girls, all stretched out and tied at the wrists and ankles, legs spread apart.

The smell was so thick I didn't know if I could contain myself.

I approached the bed as it wheeled past me, observing the Favorite Girls, especially the ones I hadn't seen.

Every other girl was a Flora, as perfect and young-looking as the one I would be buying next week.  Their honey-colored bodies made snaking, humping motions and they moaned in rhythm with their dancing.

In contrast, the Doll Girls lay perfectly still, only tied up, I assumed, so they wouldn't fall.  They had albino skin, bright pink nipples,
soft bodies with no muscle whatsoever, and no sign of life other than their heaving breasts.

The Diamond Girls were easy to count because they stood out so much from the others.  There were two of them, writhing and shimmering and jangling as hundreds, if not thousands, of dermal piercings clanked together.

When the platform stopped, I stood over the only Vampire Girl.  She was as pale as the Doll Girls but taller and more slender.  She strained her neck to look up at me, and when she hissed I could see her razor-sharp fangs.  She jerked violently, thrusting her pelvis as high as it would go, then slamming herself back onto the bed and yanking on the rope that held her down, trying to free herself.

I moved up the platform, observing the Favorite Girls and the men approaching on the other side.

The lights were dim enough that I got the gist of Glow Girl.  She looked like a light bulb.  Literally.  Her entire body emitted soft, golden light, as though she'd been tattooed head to toe with some kind of ink that glows in the dark.  Even her nipples and labia.  The only thing that didn't glow were her eyes, and the contrast created the illusion that she didn't have any: just dark, empty sockets.  She was the scariest of them all.

I took a few more steps and found myself opposite the first man to approach the platform.  We made eye contact, and then we both looked down at a creature we'd never laid eyes on before.

Giggle Girl, whose name did not disappoint.  She was the only one amongst the Favorite Girls without a perfect figure.  They'd made her slightly chubby.  Skinny by normal standards, yes, but with just enough fat that it jiggled when she giggled.

And all she did was giggle.  There were four of them spaced evenly on the platform, and other than the occasional hiss from Vampire Girl or a moan from another, they were the only ones to make a sound.

A crafty trick, I had to admit.  It took everything I had not to reach down and plunge my finger into Giggle Girl's armpit.

The man across from me didn't have the same restraint.  He leaned over Giggle Girl and pinched her sides.  She screamed and squirmed in response.

That was all it took.  The man simply fell upon her, not so much kissing her as licking her face as she jerked her head from side to side, laughing uncontrollably.  He fought to get his pants down and when he entered her, his entire body froze.

Beneath him, Giggle Girl's laughter turned to one high-pitched, drawn-out scream.  I couldn't tell if it derived from pleasure or pain,
but it was shrill, deafening.

The man atop her looked up at me.  His face began to contort, eyes widening, mouth stretching open.  He began to laugh, and as his laughter grew louder, his humping became more and more violent. 
"Ah-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-HA!"
he screamed, and Giggle Girl's agony became apparent.  Tears streamed down her face.  She wasn't experiencing sexual pleasure.  She was experiencing a tickling sensation that would drive a normal person mad.

A few girls down, another man knelt before the platform and licked a Flora Girl's clit.  He was upon her in an instant.

Another followed suit.

Then another.

"Yakov!"

I turned just in time to see Yakov climbing onto Vampire Girl and then Patton yanking him backwards and tackling him to the floor.

"Let me go!"
Yakov screamed.

They wrestled on the floor until Patton finally subdued him, but Mr. Shriver was approaching with Sean at his side.

"Let him go," Mr. Shriver commanded.

Patton looked up at him.  "Why did you do this?"

"You can thank your girlfriend.  She's full of good ideas."

"I didn't tell you to do this!" I said.

Now Patton was staring at me with disbelief, and beneath him Yakov broke free, scrambling away and climbing to his feet.  He fell upon Vampire Girl and completed the orgy.

Then the platform began to retract.

Patton stood, panting and disheveled.

"What did you do?" he asked me.

Before I could speak, Mr. Shriver said, "She merely pointed out the obvious.  We've been operating under unnecessary high risk by delivering the Favorite Girls to the homes of clients.  Melissa recommended we revise the contract to include a preliminary experience for each client with his chosen Favorite Girl.  Of course, once the fucking begins, the client is rendered helpless.  He'll sign over his entire fortune just for one more thrust.  He'll sign over his whole company.  You see?  The negotiations, the mergers, the buy-outs aren't necessary.  We can have it all.  Right now.  And we will."

He winked at me, and then the bookshelves closed.

"Patton," said Mr. Shriver, "escort Melissa back to her room, and then come to my office.  We have many documents to draft."

─
With Honors─

THE NEXT week dragged on slowly.  I felt like I was wandering through a bad dream that wouldn't end.  Just as Patton had told me, Mr. Shriver came to my room the following morning with the news that on Monday I would start training as Kate's replacement for the company's Selection Guide.

Patton
was avoiding me, so I never got a chance to explain myself.

I got word from Brian that Yakov was dead.  By the time Sean checked on the orgy of Favorite Girls, business executives, politicians, even a bishop, Vampire Girl had bitten Yakov so many times that he
'd bled out.  Brian looked like he was ready to kill me.  I didn't even bother asking if I could see Judy.

When Sean came to escort me to training Monday morning, I was prepared to be raped, but it didn't happen.  He took me on a tour of the Showcase Hall, the waiting room, Bob's office, the jewelry store, all places I'd been before.
  Along the way he explained what I needed to tell clients about the Favorite Girls--all the lies and bullshit Kate had fed me when I first came here:

The girls are genetically engineered for sexual functionality
.

Their bodies produce the Libido Drug.

"I know none of that's true," I finally said.

"Know the truth," he said, "but know the lies intimately."

"Why the illusion?"

"It's more fun for them."

On our way back, I ran into Judy on Level B.  I said hello but she kept on walking.

"She's not allowed to speak to you."

"Why?"

Sean just shrugged and pushed me along.
  I glanced back at Judy, but she was in a hurry to get away.  I noticed she was wearing a short plaid skirt and white knee-high socks.  The sexiest I'd ever seen her dress.  The skirt bounced so high I caught a glimpse of her butt.

Sean
took me to his office, where he gave me a crash course on the Libido Drug and its application.  Then he handed me a small vial of it.

"You need to get used to this," he said.  "Take a single drop every night and masturbate.  You have to be able to control yourself when dealing with clients. 
Every night
, understand?"

"Yes."

"You'll be taking a lot of dick," he said.  "Normally you'd start with mine, but Patton's throwing a hissy fit over you."  He looked me over.  "You must have some stellar pussy down there."

"Wouldn't you like to know."

"I would," he said.

Every day, he came to get me from my room, and every day I sat in a small office in the same hallway as Bob's, waiting for the phone to ring and hoping like hell it didn't.

Sometimes I wandered into the Showcase Hall and observed the girls.  Diamond, Doll, Glow, Giggle, and Vampire.  Still no replacement Frog, and the next Flora up to bat would become my new roommate.  I couldn't wait.  With Kate gone and Patton refusing to speak to me, I was getting pretty damn lonely.

Every day was the same.  Get up, go to work, sit alone in an office, clock out, go back to the room, eat, smoke weed, eat some more, drink cocktails, and fall asleep watching TV.

Friday came before I knew it.  I was in such a daze that I woke up, ate breakfast, and came to my office without even thinking about Flora's graduation.  I'd been crying in my sleep lately.  I felt liked I'd painted myself into a corner.  Like the end was coming soon.

When Patton appeared in the doorway, I started sobbing immediately.

"Melissa," he said softly, coming around and sitting on the corner of the desk.

"I didn't m-mean it," I said.  "I was just . . . running my m-mouth, like I always do.  I'm
sorry
, Patton.  I didn't know he was going to do that.  I s-swear."

"I know," he said.

I looked up at him, sniffling like a little girl who bruised her knee.  "You do?"

He looked down at his hands, started twiddling his thumbs.  "I should have heard you out instead of avoiding you all week.  I'm sorry."  He took a long, deep breath, then said, "So how've you been?"

"Terrible," I said.  "I'm going fucking crazy.  I don't want to do this job, I'm alone every night . . ."

"Not anymore, though."

I nodded.  "Flora.  I haven't even thought about it."

He looked like he was going to say something but hesitated, a quick opening and closing of his mouth.

"What?"

"Nothing," he said. 
"The ceremony is this afternoon.  I'll come get you."

"I want to come back to work for you."

"You can't."

"But I can't do this.  I can't have sex with strangers.  I'm not like Kate."

"Melissa, you don't have to do things the way Kate did them.  No one told her to have sex with the clients.  She did that on her own."

"Really?  She said--"

"She said a lot of things.  You deal with the customers however you please."

"But I have to give them the drug.  What if they attack me?"

He shook his head.  "You remember how the waiting room is set up?  How the couches are on opposite sides of the room?  It's designed that way for a reason.  You tell the client to sit, you hand them a glass of wine spiked with LD, and then you get the hell away.  If you're not in reach, the client will sit there and masturbate--that's it."