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Fidelity Ch 03

... wetter by the second. Having my ass and pussy full intensified everything. I stepped gingerly to prevent the flap covering my clit from overstimulating me. “Okay, looks like you can walk. Let’s go,” he said. “What? No way!” “Do it, Laura, or the next time you see me we’ll be signing papers.” “Matthew, please. I’m sorry, I really am. But... this ?” It was too much. “Okay, then.” Matthew pulled up short and shrugged. He walked to the closet. “I’ll pack some things and come back later for the rest.” “No, wait, Matthew, please.” He stopped, looking at me expectantly. “Okay.” “Okay, what?” “Okay, I’ll go… like this. Like you want. Anything you want.” God, what a pushover I was. Matthew smiled coldly and my desperate heart warmed. We made no attempts at small talk on the way there or during the meal, I don’t know why he kept quiet, but a tempest of emotions rolled through me. Shame and need warred in me as the Pink Thing worked it’s horrible nether magic. The hostess sat us against the west window, right in view of everyone. As the waitress took our menus away, Matthew pulled his phone out. I rolled my eyes. “There is an app for everything,” he said. I saw he’d opened an app that was just a pink and brown circle in a black field. “New game?” I asked. “You could say that. Augmented reality, they call it. But really, it’s a remote control app,” Matthew said. He dragged the brown dial just a tiny bit. I felt a jolt in my ass. “Oh, no,” I whispered. Pink Thing was alive and… “it has ...

... Bluetooth?” “WiFi, actually,” corrected Matthew. He nudged the pink dial and I felt a corresponding jolt in my pussy. “The SSID is ‘Laura’s holes’.” “ Eep .” A moment later I jerked a bit as my ass jolted again. “The speeds are really granular,” he said. My pussy jolted once. “Right now, it’s at the lowest setting, designed for situations just like this.” “There are no situations like this,” I hissed. “There are now. They’re a disruptive company.” I winced at his joke, ‘disruptive’ was one of my favorite buzzwords. “This is too slow,” he said. “I think every ten seconds would be better.” I shook my head pleadingly , but he turned each dial a bit more. The jolts in my ass and pussy became heartbeat. Bah, bump. I looked around at the crowd of happy, oblivious eaters, paranoid someone in the bright and open room would notice. No one looked our way. “Please Matthew,” I said. He put the phone back in his pocket. Before I could protest more, the waitress arrived with our cocktails. I downed my Moscow Mule in three gulps while she watched. “I’ll have another,” I said. The waitress didn’t show any judgement, but nodded her head and left. “Now she’s a professional,” said Matthew, watching her leave. I wasn’t so sure, she had a buzz cut and a mohawk. “Matthew, please,” I repeated. “Shh,” he said, taking a sip of his martini. “Just enjoy the night.” “Mother. Fucker,” I whispered. Matthew smugly watched me disintegrate into a wet ruin one drink and one throb of the Thing at a time, like a ...