Everything is an antiseptic white
Everything is an antiseptic white. The fluorescent lights
stretch in long straight lines over cubicles filled with
girls wearing headsets in front of green monitors. Placards
hang from the ceiling. SECTION 1 consensual straight.
SECTION 1a Consensual Bi SECTION 2 Voyeur Lesbian (under
this sign the girls sit two to a cubicle with one monitor
reeling out the script and she notices Susan from the elevator
relieving one of the girls) SECTION 8 Zoophylia and on and
on. She walks across the room until she is under the sign
which reads SECTION 27A Nonconsensual Straight . In the
cubical a heavyset dark haired woman with a nametag that
says HI, Im Jeanine ! is working a crossword and speaking
into the microphone. , O god, it hurts, its so big, youre
tearing me up.... Jeanine hits the mute button on the small
black box which hangs from her headset and says God am I
glad to see you and begins gathering her things. She hits
the button again. . Oh no, Oh yes, Oh help Oh Im cumming
too Ohhh Jeanine says as she puts on her coat. She logs off
and heads towards the time clock.
She puts on her nametag (HI Im Diana!) and places the headphones
on her head. Another eight hours of white cotton panties
ripped aside, of jogs through the park at night, of librarians
closing up with one man left inside. She knows that the street
awaits her, and after that the train (the most terrible
part) and the harrowing ride back to the gated community.
She knows there will be middle managers, hitchhikers and
guards at the gate. She looks up at the yellow banner over
her cubicle
Keep the client talking! and logs in and awaits the first
call. Above all she knows, that some evening the man in the
green coat will be waiting, perhaps in a darkened room in
her own house.
If he will only be merciful enough to use the knife
first she thinks, that will be blessing enough
Hi, Im Diana; will you be using a credit card this evening
or take advantage of our confidential billing option?
hi Dianayou can put it on my card.umm its a Company
Card, a Visa ..yeah Its under the name Janus productions
Thats J. A. N. U. S, not like the womans name. right..wow,
not many people know that.6678554 dash 3021..uh huh..You
have a really nice voice, But I suppose you would have to
to work therewell Ive never really done this before so
Im not sure how it works..scenarios? umm..oh I seewell
the library rape scene sounds interesting but I really
have a more specific request..Money isnt really a problem
so take your time..well its a little weird I want you to
tell me my dream.
Im not really into this sort of stuff, you know, rough
stuff and force and all that, or I didnt think I was, but
I keep having this dream. And its weird, you know, because
its like Im there but Im not me, like Im looking out of
somebody elses head, through the eyeholes, like a mask
sort of, but not, and I can hear some of the somebody elses
thoughts, and I feel sort of drunk.
.but the thoughts are
like in a different language..theres this weird shrill
music, sort of like the noise a train makes when its stopping
but all mixed up with bird noises and animals and this heavy
breathingits twilight, but I cant tell if its almost
morning or almost night, the sky is sort of a bruised purple,
and my head feels really heavy, like I have some sort of helmet
or something but only on the front, and I cant see anything
like that, but it makes me keep my head bent down a little..the
ground is all covered with moss and there are the bases of
these little twisty trees but there is no shrubbery or anything.
Whats that? Ohwell Im getting to that part, to the part
I want you to tell me. like I said Im not really into all this
stuff and I guess I want it to be okay the way the next part
makes me feel, so I want
you to tell the dream to me from the other side and I want to
see if it still turns me on, like if Im sick or its just a fantasy
or whatever.. I dont know, I guess to be honest I just want
to hear it and this was the only way I knew to do it, I guess
you used to this sort of thing but it still feels weird to
say it out loudwell you are very understanding and your
voice is really sexy, did I tell you that already? ..thanks..I
guess you are supposed to say that for your job or
whatever, but Im just going to go ahead and act like its
true.
.i almost wish we could just talk about other things,
you seem so understanding, but I guess thats your job too
um okay, the dream.. well in the next part Im walking through
the twisty trees and I come to a sort of a clearing and I cant
tell if this woman steps out of the tree or from behind it
or what but all of the sudden she is there and she is wearing
like a white dress..like frat guys party in whateveryoucallem..yeah
a toga only real short so you can see her ass and legs real
good and mmmm and she looks at me with these eyesdid you
ever see a deer caught in headlights? I know its a clich,
but I mean really like that , sort of glowy and yellow, animal
almost and like totally innocent, but wild too and she looks
right at me and she starts singing, like only vowels though
and real high with the weird screechy train music and raises
up the front of the toga and I can see her pussy and my cock.yeah
now, but in the dream too..my cock is all hard only in the
dream its like huge and pointing up and I can feel it slap
against my belly when I run
and I have to run because shes running away, through the
woods and Im chasing her through those trees and its the
weirdest thing because my legs feel all bent funny, like
backwards from regular legs almost and my feet are real
small and hard but I feel so powerfull, and I am running so
fast and I can hear my breath and those weird thoughts in
the other language are getting all mixed up with mine and
nnnnn wait no not yet I want you to tell it, I want you to tell
it from the beginning to what happens next
Its strange, she thinks.
How much Jung and Freud are on
the money. She remembers from a community college intro
to psych class Jungs archetypes and Freuds suppressed
memories, and how many of her calls are cookie cutter copies
of one another, dimly remembered bits of people seeing
their parents fuck and thinking someone was being hurt
and being excited anyway, or jumbled up Mother Goddess/Virgin
Mary/ Mary Magdalene stuff, nuns being a real favourite.
These are the ones she can usually laugh at, the ones about
random people on the street or daughters and nieces and
when they want to call her by other names usually creep her
out. She is surprised then to feel herself reacting to this
guy, to find that she is aroused by this fantasy of someone
who watched Clash of the Titans or Jason and the Argonauts
one too many times. She is even more surprised when, for
the first time ever, she reaches under the desk and touches
herself as she speaks.
I hear you coming before I see you, your hooves cracking
branches and dead leaves, and you enter the clearing and
god, your magnificenthuge horns and goats legs and those
same wild animals eyes.. I hear the others playing the
music and I sing your names with them, Pan, Sylvanus, Bacchus
and I raise my toga to show you how ready for you I am, but I
see your cock and it scares me and I run and I can hear you thundering
behind me and your breath and Im running and I trip over
something and you catch me and before I even know it your
inside me, fucking me and Im struggling to get away and
you are holding me down and I can feel your fur scratching
me and you are coming but you just keep pounding at me and.
ohhhh
click, dialtone
She is breathing heavy, ,, shaken by what has happened.
In the heat of it, surreptitiously pressing herself in
the middle of the phone room she had seen him in her mind,
not the goatgod or the man on the train, although both had
been flashing through, but with a bizarre photographic
intensity, an altogether average guy at a desk, a banner
that said Janus Enterprises behind his head and something
murky in a large glass jarhe was cumming, and inside his
eyes was something else.