A Load in Every Hole Ch. 04 - Sex Stories

A Load in Every Hole Ch. 04

... 'I's'."

My head started to blur as AJ spoke on. I was simply overwhelmed. It had taken every ounce of courage I had to get in the SUV with Mark to get to AJ's place at all. Now the nuts and bolts of his business were coming at me like water from a fire hydrant and made my head spin.

"Please stop! Stop, stop, stop!" I said holding my hands up. "This is making my head hurt. I... I... don't even know if I want to do this!" I gushed. "Now, all this stuff, this...it's like I'm going to bust hearing it."

"Mark let's just go. Mr. Johnson, I'm sorry I've wasted your time this afternoon. I just don't think I could ever do anything like what you're talking about. What if a family member saw me doing..."

"My posse?" AJ interrupted with the barest of grins.

"Your posse," I finished. "I just can't be seen like that."

"I understand completely, but...." AJ began.

"Can I ask a couple of questions?" Mark chipped in. I read him like a book. He was anxious both to see this happen, and equally anxious for it to not look like he was pushing it.

"Sure," both AJ and I answered simultaneously.

"I guess the first question is: 'how often do women get found out by their friends or families?'"

"Where you from?" AJ asked.

"Fargo," we both answered simultaneously.

"North Dakota? Shit! Thas the boonies. Here's the way it is. If you're in one of our hot sites, like LA, you gon' get found out fo sure. Within days, a week. We sell to 42 arcades in SoCal alone, so if you ...

... lived in SoCal and had family there, they gon' see you, no ifs, no ands...

But you don't live in LA. You live in bumfuck, pardon... but it's bumfuck. So, I can do a 'no go' in North Dakota and it would help some."

"A no-go?" Mark asked.

"No sale on the vid, jus' don' sell it in North Dakota, no distribution at all in the whole state. Cuts the amount a woman makes off the shoot when I do it, but I can do it."

"I'd want to cut North Dakota and Minnesota. I have lots of family in the twin cities," I heard myself say, a disembodied voice floundering to keep my head above water.

"But then you put it on the internet after six months anyway, right?" Mark asked, "doesn't that mean you lose any effective control over who sees it?"

"Yes and no," AJ said, then leaned over his desk to key in a few commands to his computer. "Huh! Who'da thought that?"

"Thought what?" I asked.

"We don't give out freebies—no free samples on the big porn sites like everybody else. So, it ain't random access. Comes down to whether folks have memberships where you live. Three hundred eighteen subscribers with Fargo North Dakota internet addresses or within 50 miles. Damn! Some fuckin' horny Norwegians. We don't do "no go's" on the net, don't have the tech, maybe we should.

Yeah, you gon' get found," AJ concluded, with those numbers sooner or later dude you know gon' see you in the buff gettin' buffed. But remember this, they don't want to admit they been goin' to my sites."

"No, they ...