Chapter #40Patterson Plans It All Out by: imaj   “She’d be a total cunt anyway,” comes a voice from the door. Patterson casually saunters in and looks at both you and the golem. “This is the second time I’ve busted in on you with a couple of girls Prescott. I’m getting worried,” he smiles unpleasantly. “Which one are you this time?” You raise your hand. Patterson gives you a nod and walks over to the golem. He circles round it slowly, examining it critically as if it were a piece of merchandise. “This is our new girl then?”
“I don’t like the way he’s looking at me,” says the golem.
“Tell her to be quiet,” snaps Patterson.
“Be quiet,” you say gently. “And don’t worry about him, everything’s going to be ok.” The golem glazes over a little. “I’d prefer not to have to program it too much,” you say to Patterson. “I don’t want Black, uh, Gordon, becoming suspicious of it.”
“Good idea Prescott,” says Patterson. He stops circling and moves in on the golem. Patterson brushes its hair past its ear to take a closer look at her face. Then he turns to you and smiles broadly. “Very good job. She’s fucking hot and I’d do her in a second. What will Chelsea think?”
You cock your head on your side and place your hands on your hips as you trawl through Chelsea’s memories. “Yeah, it looks like the kind of girl Chelsea would like. If she admitted to liking other girls.”
“So she’s good to go,” ask Patterson.
“We’d need to set up an identity I guess,” you equivocate. The golem’s appearance has eased some of your concerns about Patterson’s plan, but you still think it’s pretty stupid. Throwing up a couple of roadblocks like that might slow him down for a while.
“Shit, I hadn’t thought of that.” He growls. “We’ll work something out. Did you get me a basketball player?”
You pick up the Ian Carpenter mask from where you left it. “I think you’ll like this.” Patterson catches the mask deftly when you throw it to him and flips it over to read the name inside. He laughs loudly. “You got fucking Carpenter? I’m impressed. Hell, I’m gonna say this one counts for double. I’m gonna put this on right now and see what plays that pussy is coming up with for our next game.”
“Um…” you say shiftily. Patterson’s countenance abruptly hardens and he stares at you. “When you put it on, I just want to say that… Well it was the only way I could get him separated from that Straussler guy.”
Patterson’s brow furrows in what passes for deep thought for him. It takes him a few seconds but he eventually catches your meaning. “You fucked him? Way to take one for the team Prescott,” he sniggers.
“It was more Kendra,” you try to explain. “I just kind of hid in her personality. I’d have been physically ill otherwise.”
“Bet that would have killed the mood,” he laughs. “I should’ve given you another mask and you could have had a threesome with Straussler. Guy’s fucking loaded.” He pauses for a second and you would swear you could almost hear the gears grinding inside his head. “That gives me an idea.”
You groan. The last thing you want is another bright idea from Patterson.
“You get any hooks in Carpenter,” ask Patterson.
“What,” you ask. “I don’t understand.”
“I just spent the day with Kendra,” he explains, waggling his eyebrows suggestively. “She kept trying to get her claws into me. You know, like having a hold over me. She’s not as good as it as Chelsea, and I’m better at resisting it than Gordon. I figure a weakling pussy like Carpenter would have no chance against her.”
“I, uh…” you stammer. “He thinks he has to keep seeing me, I mean Kendra, to make this girl he’s crushing on jealous.”
“Christ, what a fuckwit,” exclaims Patterson. “It’d serve him right if she chewed him up and spat him out.”
“It wasn’t the real Kendra though, it was just me pretending,” you say. Patterson is looking at you expectantly with a wide grin on his face. “Oh no. You’ve got to be kidding.”
Patterson nods. “Think of it as a promotion: Trial senior member. You wear Kendra’s mask for a couple of weeks, ruin Carpenter’s life and pick up any cheerleaders we’ve missed, you get full senior membership. Then you can choose who you become.”
“I don’t think the real Kendra’s going to like me living her life,” you complain.
“She won’t be able to complain,” growls Patterson. “Remember the Richards mask? I’m gonna put the same goop on your mask. Kendra will fill in for you while you fill in for her. The best thing is, she won’t remember a minute of it.”
“So I won’t just be doing the job for you, I’ll be living her life entirely,” you ask, nervously licking your lips. The offer is more tempting than it should be – hell as Kendra you might actually be able to stand up to Patterson. “It’s another test?”
“Sure, pretend you’re a secret fucking agent or something,” says Patterson. “Just do the jobs and you’ll be fine. A full senior member.” You don’t remember there being a distinction between different types of senior member before, but it would hardly be a surprise if Patterson wants to move the goalposts. “Your other task will be to keep an eye on our girl here,” he continues indicating the golem. “Help her into the cheerleading team and help her make her move on Chelsea. That’s once I get her identity sorted out, but I got an idea for that.”
“Will the rest of the team know what I’m doing? I mean the fucking over Carpenter and getting Cheerleader bits,” you add quickly. “I’m not going to tell anyone about you plans for Chelsea. Obviously.”
“I’ll let Gordon know where you are,” replies Patterson. “I don’t care if you tell your dipshit friends or not. They won’t be able to tell the difference between you and a golem anyway.”
Unless Caleb starts randomly pulling at faces again, you think.
“You understand all that,” asks Patterson.
You’ve gone along with Patterson thus far. If you’re going to be honest, you’re also surprised to have made it this far too. But the problems keep mounting up – you’ve got a dream girl for Chelsea but no background for her. And now he wants you to step in for Kendra for far longer than you’ve worn a mask before. The idea of having Ian Carpenter stick his cock inside you again does not appeal either. It could be time to make a stand: to tell Patterson you want out.
On the other hand, you’re still the same coward you were when Patterson first proposed his insane plan. At least there’s a carrot to go alongside the stick this time: You actually enjoyed being Kendra at times this afternoon – the manipulative bitch times, not the fucking other guys times. Just think of the mischief you could get up to if you stepped into her shoes on a more long term basis.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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