This choice: Stay and work in the basement. • Go Back...Chapter #11Passed Around Like a Cheap Slut by: rugal b.   "Hell no!" you loudly exclaim to the surprise of everybody, including yourself. You had no idea you could be that emphatic. "Abso-fucking-lutely not."
"Wha?" the fake Jenny replies, her face stretching into confusion before narrowing into annoyance. "Why not?"
"Because you don't know what you're doing," you shoot back.
"Correction: we don't know what we're doing," Caleb diplomatically interjects. "We can't really have one of us running around as a fake Jenny."
"The fuck we can't," Not-Jenny says with an ugly sneer.
"Yeah, we can't," you say. "Because what if we run into somebody that Jenny knows?"
"Tha's the whole point, duh!" she shoots back.
"No, it's not," states Caleb. "Listen, going out as some fake person is one thing and okay, you look like Jenny. But can you act like her and think like her? Because if you can't and you run into someone who knows her, then they'll know that you're not her and then we'll really be in deep shit."
"Pfft! Fuck I care about that?" she asks defiantly.
"You should care," Caleb says more forcefully, "because when they find out you're not Jenny they're going to want to know who this impostor is and we're not going to bail you out because it'll be your fault because you decided to just go for a night on the town as her twin."
"And you know," you add, "when Jenny finds she'll be pissed and want to see whoever tried to pass themselves off as her ripped limb from limb."
"She don't scare me," Not-Jenny says.
You and Caleb glance at each other and can tell that you're both thinking the same thing. But you're the first to voice it. "Maybe she doesn't but she's friends with Cindy. All she has to do is complain to her and then Cindy can complain to her boyriend and if Javits finds out that it was you..."
She's silent for a moment before letting out a frustrated grunt. "Fine, we'll figure somethin' else out," she says.
"We'll try and work on the next spell," Caleb says, "because maybe it's got something that'll let us do a better job of fooling people."
"You have any money left over from your last check?" you ask.
"Sure, why?" she replies.
"Because we need supplies," you state, "and you're buying."
* * * * *
"Oh god! Oh yes! Yeah, that's it! Give it to me, oh goooood! That's it Keith, oh yeah you really... really..."
Jenny's voice cuts into your thoughts as you inscribe the runes needed onto the material you have. The stuff you'd bought made a thin, flexible, silver band although you're not sure yet what the band does. But you've got enough material left over so you got to work on creating another one. But they're not completed and ready to be used because it seems like onto the bands themselves you have to carve more runes which looks to be more time consuming.
But Keith, back inside of Jenny's mask after the three of you ventured out to grab the stuff you needed, hasn't done a thing beyond fondling and fingering himself and being very, very loud. You realize that there's no way that you're going to be able to actually inscribe the runes onto the band like this and so you finally lose your patience.
"The fuck is your problem!?" you snap at Not-Jenny.
"It's... aah... your fault... ooooh!" she moans. "Maybe if... if... oh god, oh god, oooooh goooood!"
You watch her thrash as she orgasms and then lays there, panting and breathing heavily. You also realize that actually looking at what was going on was a mistake because even though you know that she's a fake, even though you know that under her face is really your friend Keith, the sight Jenny Ashton, nude and masturbating, is giving you a boner.
"Holy fuck," she says inbetween breaths, "ya'll don't know what you're missin'. Oh my god." You and Caleb can only look at each other as she pushes herself up. "So how 'bout it?" she asks as she looks at you with a goofy, lopsided grin. "You want a turn?"
"The fuck are you—" you start in disbelief, "I'm not gonna fuck you, man!"
"No, you retard! I'm talkin' 'bout wearin' this mask. You gotta fuckin' experience it dude!"
"Sure, okay," Caleb says in breathless confusion. "But just... put some fucking clothes on. I don't want the sight of your dick traumatizing me when you take that thing off."
* * * * *
"Holy fucking shit!" you gasp as you grab your chest.
Seeing these tits when Keith had the mask was one thing and Caleb letting you grab them was another thing entirely. But having them yourself, knowing that these are Jenny's tits, that they are the real thing belonging to the real girl and that you have them and everything else about her, is an almost indescribable thrill. With your free hand you reach into your underwear and want to gasp. With Jenny's fingers, you're feeling the hairs of her bush and with her fingers... you let out a loud noise. It's her cunt. But you pull pack and don't probe any deeper.
You're standing around in only a t-shirt and boxers—your shorts having been kicked off as they wouldn't stay up—and you feel like it gives off the impression that you and Jenny had spent the night together and now she's wearing your clothes because she didn't want to put hers on. It's a sexy image and now you wonder if, despite your protest, you actually would have fucked Keith if he offered? Because everything about this body is the real deal. This is Jenny Ashton and even if it was Keith's mind or Caleb's behind her face it'd still be her face. You wouldn't be fucking them, you'd be fucking Jenny.
This has to have been how Keith felt when he was in this mask and its no wonder, then, that he couldn't keep his hands off of himself. The feeling must have been strong for Caleb as well even if he wasn't inside of the mask for as long as Keith was. It's like we're all passing Jenny around, moving her from person to person so you all get a chance to play with her. Only it's her playing with herself.
"Fuck me, this is awesome," you say, excited at hearing her voice come out of your mouth.
"Told'ja," Keith smugly replies. If you had Jenny's brain to go with her body you'd probably want to punch him. But instead you silently have to admit he was right.
"What do we do with it, though?" asks Caleb. "Like I said, we can't go out since we can't act like the person and I'm not, uh, going to stick my dick in you. And I'm sure as hell not letting either of you stick your dicks in me."
"Maybe there's some kinda answer with those things you all was makin'," Keith says.
"Perhaps," you say, "and we can always finish them. But we should do that later. For right now we should use that car buffer trick that Keith discovered to polish up our own masks first. Then Caleb and I can each get a mask onto someone."
"Oh, pfft, wha'ever!" Keith responds. "Jus' lemme take those masks home an' finish 'em up. You guys work on those thingamajigs."
You and Caleb look at one another for confirmation. Like a lot today, what needs to be said is unspoken because each knows what the other is thinking: you can't trust Keith to not waste those masks by using them the first chance he gets. You don't tell him that but instead massage his ego but telling him that he already did enough between coming up with that idea and getting a mask of Jenny. It's decided that you'll take he two unpolished masks back to your place to finish while Caleb will take the book and the bands. Then tomorrow you can use the masks to get some faces.
You also decide to mollify Keith by letting him take home Jenny's mask for the night.
* * * * *
School on Wednesday is a boring affair because you're so concerned with what comes after that you find it hard to concentrate or care at all about what's going on. Typical conversations with friends, typical classes, typical stewing over Mansfield and all the other assholes. Nothing exciting or out of the ordinary until the final bell rings and you bolt out of class and to your truck where you've agreed to meet up with Caleb and Keith.
You hand Caleb one of the polished masks but he's less willing to hand over the two bands. "I was able to finish them last night so I tried one on myself since I needed to see what it does," he explains. "The Latin is pretty straightforward and says it copies the mind."
"So it's like the brain version of these masks?" you ask.
"Yeah, probably," he answers. "Which is why I'm not giving you that band. You all don't need to poke around inside of my head."
"But you got a blank one, right?" asks Keith as he stretches out his hand. "Then lemme have it!"
"What for?" asks Caleb.
"So I can use it on Jenny, duh!" he exclaims. "We got both her body and her brain, then we can go out as her an' fool others, right?"
You're reluctant to have Caleb hand it over but he tells you that it's probably best to keep Keith happy for the moment since he's got a leg up on the both of you. So Caleb gives the band to him while you, perhaps a little pissily, tell Keith that the two of you aren't going to help him get Jenny. When he asks why not, you say it's because you and him are already going to find people to use the masks on.
When Caleb counters that letting Keith do that on his own "wouldn't be fair to him" (translation: it'd be stupid to leave him unsupervised) you brush it off and say that Keith's perfectly capable of doing it on his own. You're surprised, though, when Keith voices his own reservations.
"Look, it ain't easy man so maybe it'd be good to, like, get some help?" he says.
"Like who?" you ask.
"Fuck, I'unno, Mike 'n Carlos maybe?"
You don't like that. Adding even more people to the mix could be a problem and you'd rather just keep it between the three of you; less chance of a slip up. But letting others watch him might not be a bad idea. But you don't really know Carlos and Mike so maybe it'd be better to bring in people you do, like James and Carson.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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