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“Even the glasses look nearly identical,” Brittney whines to herself.
She’s right. The Illicit Escape looks like a slimmed down and futuristic version of single rimmed glasses. The Wicked Wear is a bit bulkier but has enough similarities that it’s hard not to wonder what the fuck is going on.
“If all sides are ready, let’s get this show on the road, and let’s focus our attention to the projectors, to see what they see!” I hear the announcer say and the lights on the stage go dim. The projector screen goes black too.
Then both the right and left hand sides of the screen start flickering.
I turn to Brittney and hold her closer with one hand as I grab my phone on the coffee table with another.
This is the moment of fucking truth.
I unlock my phone and press the call button and hold it to my ear.
“Ready,” a male voice answers me.
“Go,” I respond back to the voice.
“Acknowledged,” the man says back and I hang up.
Brittney turns to look at me.
“What was that?” she asks me.
I smile. “That was the number that Cheryl gave me to call when we want to activate the Trojan Horse built into the software,” I tell her.
Brittney raises her eyes.
“What does it do?” she asks me suspiciously.
I shrug and don’t answer. Instead I gesture to the television.
The opening credits have passed and both viewers are experiencing a virtual reality environment.
The screen shows that both of them are in a bedroom. They’re free to look in any direction they want and the direction both people look is independent so on one hand of the screen you see the user looking all around the room while the other user is looking out the window.
Eventually, both users look toward the woman on the bed.
It’s Brittney. She gasps, seeing herself on such a huge projector screen. On the video, she’s wearing a lace white thong and a matching lace white bra.
“Hey baby,” she says, getting on all fours on both split screens and crawling to the edge of the bed. “Is your father home?”
Both users shake their head no and it translates itself on the screen. The computer understands this gesture and Brittney smiles.
“Good,” she says on the screen with a wicked smile. “I don’t think he’d like the fact that his fiancée is dressed like this in front of his son, would he?”
Again both users shake their head.
“Why don’t you come over here?” Brittney asks.
Both users use their eyes to signify they want to walk closer to the bed.
“That’s a good boy,” Brittney says as her hands brush over where a real person’s cock would be if they were in the bedroom. “Looks like you’re already excited, aren't you, you naughty boy.”
The crowd begins to cheer and chant, clearly enjoying the show.
“Maybe we should do something about this,” Brittney says to the users. “I mean, in a few months it’ll be hard to do it when I marry your father. Now’s the time, right?”
Both users enthusiastically nod.
