CHAPTER SIX
Break day was always Jeuley’s private paradise. She greeted it with a yawn and switched alive her computer plus all of its peripheral components. Ethereal music wafted from the towering, stand-alone speakers. A glow wall set on low color-change, she adjusted her climate for a day at home without clothing. All the mini-slats were closed. It was time to test her latest program.
She’d worked into the wee hours of morning deriving the code from known programs. In fact, the work was so tedious that before falling asleep, she hardly remembered everything she’d done, so this morning more closely resembled a moment of truth. Just how hot was that program?
Pulling her Blue Root and all of its female accessories from her induct-o-charge dockbox, Jeuley pointed her computer screen so that it was easily visible from the bed. Before placing all of her Blue Root toys, she powered on the controller and scrolled through the menu.
After turning off remote intrusions, it vibed in response. She set all accessories to dull pulsation, a Jeulmist mark as well. Her special demo-vibe mode allowed the user to easily find the right spots to put patches and such. And it could serve as a slow readiness program for females.
One patch on each nipple, two more on the sides of her rib cage, one on each hip, one on each cheek of her ass, a few around her neck, various patches at random intervals on her arms and legs, one on each palm, one on each inner thigh, and she was finally ready to place the female organ stimulator. Jeuley smiled peacefully as she teased her opening with the toy. Pure vibrating heaven against her folds. And she hadn’t even started the program. Break day would never be the same again.
She gracefully slid the unit into her pussy and then placed a separate patch over her clit. There was surely no dose like an overdose. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have wasted so much time creating all the extra sub-programs for comprehensive patch set-ups like this. Settling down into the sheets, she let the music meld with the pulsing and lull her into a completely stress-free happy place. Her controller vibrated.
>>I see you are ready for stimulation
<<Would you like to run a program?
Jeuley scrolled through the programs for her latest masterpiece, Erotic Storm and set it in motion. The readout on her computer screen lit up with the activity path. It would record not only what the Blue Root was doing to her, but also her reactions to it. She closed her eyes and became completely aware of her physical senses. Every patch set to tingle like a pleasant wind blowing over a sandy beach. A summery warming touched her body as the breeze poured through each patch. Wow. It was definitely worth all that elaborate programming. She let out a gentle moan. Heaven. Pure heaven.
Gradually, the wind picked up, creating more force and warmth against her body. Then it morphed into rain. Tiny little droplets of water splashed against her skin, fizzling and flowing over her body, creating a soothing massage. Waves transposed themselves over the sizzling of the raindrops. From head to foot, she felt immersed in a hot spring. Wetness pooled around the stimulator in her cunt. It responded with gentle growth and Jeuley moaned lightly as it grew within her.
The Blue Root wind continued blowing the warm rain in puddles around her. Random patches shot tiny lightning bolts against her skin. The stimulator awakened further with each bolt of lightning, vibrating, then contracting. She raised her hips, willing it to grow once more.
It did. But then it contracted again. She tilted her hips. It responded in kind with expansion, then contraction. Lightning bolts tuned into quasars throughout her patches. Her breath increasing, she swayed her hips, fully expecting another ruthless expansion, then contraction, but instead, the patch over her clit came alive, surprising her. She gasped as a quick little orgasm washed over her physical and mental worlds. Her body was so alive with sensation, she didn’t even think to open her eyes and check the screen to make sure the programming and recording was running smoothly.
Her release had come too quickly. She was already aching for more. Then, all in unison, the patches jolted back to intensity. The stimulator followed, coming equally as alive as her entire body. Expanding, contracting, sending pleasure waves up and down the length of her sheath. Jeuley grabbed onto the sheets with all her might, blasting through yet another wash of sexual gratification.
Sensing an even larger release, the Blue Root switched tactics. From vibration to pulsation to contortion, her pussy reaped the benefits. Sweat coated Jeuley’s skin as her Blue Root continued. She arched her back and writhed against the sheets. Her eyes closed tightly, she imagined that she was looking into brown eyes. Brown eyes with gold flecks. A strikingly structured face to go with them. Short brown hair, parted on the side.
She lifted her hands and swore she could feel his shoulders while running her fingertips up the man’s arms–what the hell–Bradley’s arms. It didn’t matter she was using him again, did it?
Jeuley’s hands rested on his shoulders as her Blue Root changed tactics again. This time, shutting down each patch in random order until they were all motionless. Only the stimulator throbbed and worked her cunt such that she wished Bradley or some other man was there with her–no, she wanted Bradley March–furiously pumping his cock in and out of her pussy with reckless abandon. Bradley March harder and faster, slower and easier. She wanted him to fill her.
She slid her hand down his body and gave his firm ass a good squeeze. Maybe the Blue Root had figured out that when Bradley had interrupted her the other day, she responded differently to him than to regular programming.
Her Blue Root gave her what she wanted. It seemed to know that the forty five seconds she’d spent with Quick Quasar and Bradley March were her most responsive Blue Root moments.
Mercilessly, the stimulator slowed its course thereby denying her release. But then the patch on her clit began a circular motion sending her hurtling right back toward what she’d just been denied. The rest of the patches on her body matched the motion in unison, nearly overloading Jeuley’s senses.
She tried to imagine Bradley providing all the stimulation, but surprisingly it wasn’t quite possible. The Blue Root had surpassed what a man physically could do. But several Bradleys made it all possible. Several Bradleys worked their magic on her. Reaching out to her, thrusting into her, guiding her toward release.
Jeuley whimpered. The patches continued a circular wave oscillating in magnitude as the stimulator went seemingly out of control. Thrusting, vibrating, rocking, swiveling all at the same time until she thought she was going to launch herself off the bed, with or without all the Bradleys.
With a sated scream, she came so hard she nearly fainted, darkness fringing her mind’s eye’s fantasy. The Blue Root, continuing in light bursts of movement, enhanced the throbbing thrill circulating through her body. She took a mental note to ease back a tad on all the activity or next time she really would faint. Or maybe end up numb and in either case, not even feel the orgasm.
Breath still coming in pants, she tried to calm herself down. As she looked around, a chuckle escaped her lips. The sheets were soaked. She’d have to wash them as well as herself.
And there was a strange sensation of being alone. It sort of ate at her heart, shrinking within her chest. Bradley had only been in her imagination, but she’d sort of expected him to be there when she reopened her eyes. Dammit. Even without being able to share the afterglow, what an incredible experience.
Then again, could the real Bradley compete? Maybe. What would his kisses really feel like? Would they convey fire or just mechanical stimulation? If he ever crossed up with her again, she’d have to investigate. No scratch that, she’d have to ditch the Blue Roots and find out unencumbered. Dammit Jeuley. He’d probably be a huge geeky disappointment.
Her controller vibrated.
>>Enhanced Blue Root Experiences by Jeulmist
And exactly the way she’d programmed, the patches and stimulator did a quick jolt bringing about a breathy moan from deep within her throat. The fading vibration of zaps rounded out the experience as her whole body went atwitter for a moment.
Oh hell yeah. The sig was perfect. It had amped her up to go again. But instead of giving in to her own ingenious programming, she peeled off the patches, satisfied with her prowess as well as the Blue Root’s ability to evoke a strong orgasm.
The one part of the whole experience that wasn’t quite as satisfying as she’d hoped was her fantasizing about Bradley March. It didn’t surprise her that he’d appeared while she was looking for the ideal male form to mate with, but it did surprise her that she found herself wanting him so badly. And not wanting him to plug back into Blue Root sex with her…wanting him just to plug into her and see if he could surpass the Blue Root. Whoa, Jeuls, what man could even come close? Certainly not the geeky Bradley March, no matter how perverted or kinky he may be.
She shrugged, her shoulders shaking as another tremor rocked through her body. Reaching down between her legs, she slid out the stimulator.
“Wahoo.” She grinned and looked at her controller.
>>Recording complete
<<Retaining manual changes to Erotic Storm
>>Would you like to rename the change or converge this program?
Jeuley pressed rename the change and on shaky legs, stepped over to her keyboard to type in the new name, Erotic Storm version B. And Bradley March will never know that he rocks Jeulmist’s world…but only in his Blue Root dreams.
After a relaxing shower, Jeuley emerged refreshed and ready for some more programming. She tried to deny her obsession, but it was no use. Jeulmist was taking over.
Opening a command window, she began dissecting Speedy Spooge. Terrible name for an even worse program. It must have been created for three-stroke-wonder guys because it was about that long and didn’t do much on the graph. Then again, maybe running the male set-up brought more magic to it or something. Jeuley set about enhancing it when her handheld made the telltale bling sound. Rachel must be on her break.
rogalianRaych: hey girl, you’re never gonna believe this.
rogalianRaych: You there?
Jeulmist: yeah, wazzup?
rogalianRaych: after overhearing some people in my corner talking about Carnal Bacchanal, I did a search
Jeulmist: do I need to come in to work or something?
Jeulmist: Wait. people were talking about it? Who the hell did you send it to?
rogalianRaych: Ever hear of Magneton?
Jeulmist: no
rogalianRaych: of course people were talking about it, Jeuls, it kicks ass
Jeulmist: who is Magneton?
rogalianRaych: I sent it to all four of my sisters, remember? Duh.
Jeulmist: I know it kicks ass, but what are you getting at?
rogalianRaych: Okay, You have a comprehensive system, right?
Jeulmist: ??? yeah ???
rogalianRaych: Magneton is the guy who puts everyone on the map
rogalianRaych: on his site, it says he won’t divulge exactly which company he built
rogalianRaych: but he has a long list of references who’ll vouch for him
Jeulmist: what the hell are you trying to say, Raych? I’m falling asleep waiting…
rogalianRaych: Magneton posted that he has tried Carnal Bacchanal
rogalianRaych: and it is the BEST br program!
rogalianRaych: Do you know what this means?
Jeulmist: I haven’t the faintest idea, actually.
rogalianRaych: Jeuls… It means that someone waaaaaay high up in the know,
rogalianRaych: is recommending your work
rogalianRaych: you need to do something with that
rogalianRaych: convert it to money somehow
rogalianRaych: maybe get with him and if he’s not creepy,
rogalianRaych: network. he knows people
rogalianRaych: please tell me you don’t want to be
rogalianRaych: selling suits for the rest of your life!!!!
Well, Rachel was definitely excited, not even letting in a word edgewise. Sheesh. Jeuley opened a search and scrolled for the closest match to Magneton, Blue Root and Carnal Bacchanal.
Bingo. She surfed through page after page. Good structure. Tons of information on media delivery systems. Why the hell would he mention the Blue Root on his site?
Jeulmist: Magneton, huh?
Jeulmist: I’m at his site…damn. He’s got a lot going on here
rogalianRaych: yes yes yes!
Jeulmist: I can tell by his style, he’s hacked a time or two
rogalianRaych: I dunno about that, but you gotta hook up with him
Jeulmist: Let me surf around a little more
Jeulmist: so far, I’m not quite impressed
The site almost looked too good. Like it could have been filtered rather than schemed. Plenty of graphics of every type of media delivery under the sun and even a comprehensive history. The guy was definitely thorough, but he could have just stolen it all from known sources. If he really did have his own company, he probably had an army spidering the web for all of his so-called personal experiences.
rogalianRaych: Dammit, Jeuls, just give him a chance
rogalianRaych: I gotta get back to work now
rogalianRaych: Break’s up
rogalianRaych: but check him out, k?
Jeulmist: yeah, I’ll look into this guy
rogalianRaych: later
Jeulmist: toodles
Rachel was right. This Magneton guy did know his stuff. And managed to keep himself anonymous. He must’ve had his identity screwed up, too. Even his bio was a barrage of doubletalk meant to explain who he is, but yet not say a damn thing. The real question was whether or not he actually wrote his own copy.
Sometimes, these techno-geeks talked a big game because their copywriter happened to be decent. The only real way to find out was to send an email to the address listed. If the response was formulaic, a computed chatterbot was replying. No matter how good recognition software had gotten, there was still no decent translation for humor and bad puns like the titles to Blue Root preprogramming.
Jeuley got comfortable in her chair and brainstormed before writing.
Magneton-
Put down your Kinky Kaliedescope and read my Merry Maelstrom. For I am Jeulmist. Carnal Bacchanal is my Delightful Diddle. I’m pleased to discover your Perpetual Pleasure in my creation. I have a potentially Clandestine Craving to converse with you. Would you care to partake in such an Eccentric Ebb&Flow? I am not at all offering Copious Copulation, merely an Ennui Eliminator. –Truly Jeulmist
She cringed at her masterpiece, but knew it was just the trick to fool any chatterbot. Besides, it wasn’t like those were her program names. Whoever came up with the Blue Root must’ve had few screws loose. But even she had to admit that decent program names were getting scarce. Some of her minor programs were titled as horribly as the preprogrammed ones.
Pushing the message through her outbox, she stood up and stretched. Nice peaceful day. Perfect for hacking. She grabbed all her empty fennelwater bottles and headed into the kitchen to refill them, knowing it would be awhile before she would get up again once she started programming.
Upon her return, she discovered an immediate response from Magneton. “Holy shit. That was quick.” Setting everything down, she opened his message.
Jeulmist-
No chatterbot here. Prose of the non-purple variety is completely acceptable. I do read my email. If you are available, please message. I have a few questions about your creation and am getting incredible response about it as well as the Blue Root. –Honestly Magneton
Damn. Definitely a hacker himself. Last time Jeuley tried to outsmart a nonexistent chatterbot, the recipient had no idea what was going on. Not bad so far. She went to his site and scrolled through his message board to make sure he wasn’t a liar. The only bad thing mentioned about Carnal Bacchanal was that the name was somewhat redundant.
Woohoo! Looks like Jeulmist is the reigning Blue Root programming champion. A few entries mention other programs, but no one else figured out AdBeGone or any of Jeuley’s intense weaving. Maybe Rachel unintentionally propagating the two programs wasn’t such a bad idea after all.
Jeuley took a drink before bringing up her directory. “Magneton… Come to me, baby… Oh yeah.” She located him and with a smile, began typing.
Jeulmist: Mr. Magneton, I presume?
Magneton: Why yes…
Magneton: And is that Mr or Ms Jeulmist?
Jeulmist: what do you think?
Magneton: I don’t want to make any assumptions
Jeulmist: good choice
Jeulmist: Ms.
Magneton: I figured as much…
Magneton: Your patch inclusive programming gives you away
Okay, so the man was observant. Most programmers would leave out the additional patch-specific stuff because most programmers were guys who only cared about whether their dick was getting attention.
Magneton: And by the way, your work is amazing
Magneton: I’ve seldom seen such response so quickly to a new product
Jeulmist: well, once a hacker, always a hacker
Jeulmist: and what better thing to hack than sex?
Magneton: True.
Jeulmist: You ever hack?
Magneton: Of course…ummm…I mean…
Magneton: Why yes, a time or two :)
Jeulmist: I figured as much… ;)
Major geek-a-saurus. Then again, takes one to know one. Jeuley chuckled then gulped some more fennelwater.
Jeulmist: You had some questions for me?
Magneton: Yeah…I’m wondering if you have any other programs-
Magneton: My guess is you do and rather than infiltrating,
Magneton: you’re holding out for the right buyer
Jeulmist: You’re quick, mister.
And straight to the point. I like that.
Magneton: Sometimes.
Magneton: No worries, I’m not interested in buying…
Magneton: I’m interested in partnering with you.
Jeuley’s eyes became as wide as portable media storage discs and her jaw dropped. The man had the audacity to use all that lead up just to request a Blue Root fuck? He must be some kind of geeky pervert.
Magneton: Shit…sorry…not that kind of partnering…
Or not. Whew.
Jeulmist: good thing :)
Magneton: I forgot our general subject matter for a moment
Magneton: I’m terribly sorry… Anyway,
Jeulmist: What kind of partnership were you thinking?
Magneton: Well, you’ve seen my site,
Magneton: You know what I do
Magneton: I know people…lots of them…well, I have a fan base…
Magneton: and strategic positioning
Okay, that’s where he’s going with this. He’s courting to sell her programs like regular product. If Jeuley wanted to, she could do that by herself, though.
Jeulmist: I already have a commerce site. I’m not ready to sell out yet
Magneton: What I’m saying is that you have a very viable product
Magneton: Wait… You’re not ready to sell out yet? Why the hell not?
Magneton: Better to get in now before someone else does
Jeulmist: I’ve been hacking for a long time
Jeulmist: I don’t want the BR people coming down on me
There’d surely be a Guido-droid knocking on her door at some point. What good would her programming skills be if she was wearing cement shoes at the bottom of the bay?
Magneton:That’s why you need someone like me
Jeulmist: Bull shit
Magneton: Bull true… Using your superior programming integrated into a media delivery system would completely set you apart from any and all questionable copywriting practices.
Jeulmist: You lost me
The man took a huge risk messaging, but Jeuley had a feeling he wasn’t trying to swindle her. He seemed honest if not just plain eager. But he really shouldn’t be blabbing his ideas online like this with someone he’s never even met.
Magneton: Hell, I shouldn’t be blabbing online like this
Jeulmist: Well, I can tell you’re excited about my product,
Jeulmist: you’re typing almost faster than I can read
Magneton: but just think of the possibilities of integration… [you’re quick ;)]
Magneton: Think big
Jeulmist: I’ll hear you out right now
Magneton: Think real big
Jeulmist: I agree there’s potential,
Jeulmist: but how do I know you’re the man for me to hook up with?
Magneton: Hey wait, looks like your geography matches mine,
Magneton: We should meet in person
Not an entirely bad idea. Hopefully somewhere public, though. Just in case he really is some kind of sex-fiend pervert pretending to be intelligent.
Jeulmist: ;) only if you’re buying :)
Magneton: Of course I am
Magneton: Chivalry is not completely dead
Jeulmist: How chivalrous of you
Magneton: LOL See, great minds think alike
Jeulmist: Let’s hope so
Jeulmist: Can we meet at Fallen Bytes?
Magneton: Sure, when?
Jeulmist: In an hour?
Magneton: I’ll be there
Magneton: Oh, wait…
Magneton: one more question
Jeulmist: yeah, what is it?
Magneton: If you had your choice…
Magneton: between running one of your programs on your Blue Root…
Magneton: Or having sex with a man…
Magneton: what would you choose?
Ah yes. That same old question. Why did every guy have to ask that question? It was on the tip of her fingers to type version B of Erotic Storm rocks my world harder than any man could.
Jeulmist: One of my programs…definitely one of my own private programs.
Magneton: Good to know…
Magneton: I’ve got a few more questions, but I’ll ask those when I see you
Jeulmist: Feel free
Jeulmist: I’ll set my Blue Root to recognize your code
Magneton: You read my mind
Magneton: It was very nice meeting you…thank you very much
Jeulmist: Likewise…and you’re welcome
Magneton: See you in an hour at Fallen Bytes
Jeulmist: See ya…one hour…Fallen Bytes
Magneton: There we go again…lol…bye
Jeulmist: Yeah :) bye
Interesting new development. Jeuley hopped up from her computer and hunted down some decent clean clothes. She didn’t want to seem overly eager, but from the sound of what the guy was writing, perhaps he held Jeulmist’s key to riches…or at least escape from perpetual worry about debt. And it was clear that their thought processes were highly compatible.
Most men didn’t see more than programming. Or have any kind of a life outside their computer. Magneton, however, could probably function in the real world.
But in person, people weren’t always what they seemed to be online. Just because Magneton and Jeulmist clicked in the cyber world, didn’t always mean the real world would be the same.
Although in this case, she really hoped.
Now, if there were a way to take Magneton’s mind and Bradley March’s physique and smash them together in the same man… Oh, he would be fiendishly delicious.
Jeuley filed that thought in her programming spank bank as she put on a bodysuit and grabbed a shawl. If he did turn out to be some kind of pervert, she wanted something to hide behind until she could end the meeting.
