Chapter #23The Hidden Depths of Cassandra Wright by: Nostrum   It’s impressive to know Cassie doesn’t own a lot. It’s even more impressive that her most important possession isn’t her clothes – as materialistic as she can be – but her desktop.
“Careful!” she exclaims, the one moment she’s been genuinely angry with you. “You know how delicate this shit can be!?”
“I know,” you tell her. “I’m still getting used to... well, to my strength.”
“Rach, just say you’re distracted by the big honkers on your chest.” Once you carefully load the desktop on the little stand on the floor, you see her mood immediately brighten. “Perfect! By the way, I’m paying for the Internet.”
“You don’t have to.”
“You’re shelling for the best Internet connection in Tyneside?” She snorts, squatting down to check the connections. “Didn’t think so. Also – I'm gonna have to tamper with your plugs here.”
“Why?”
“Really, Rach? Stop thinking like a girl for a while – this piece of hardware is delicate as fuck! Can’t have a surge fuck it up.”
But I am a girl... That’s what you’ve been telling yourself for the past few hours. You’re still drunk with excitement at the idea of being Rachel, but most importantly, for finding yourself. David Anderson was but a larva, and Rachel O’Leary was the chrysalis you enveloped to emerge as the beautiful butterfly you are.
Gone is her shyness and yours. You played all those men to a fiddle, you stood up to your tormentor by cooing to your benefactor, and you stole the latter’s heart – a far cry from the meek, servile slut that lucked to be one of the Five.
Of course, now you must travel the road laying before you. Rachel’s background as a Business student in MTSU – a career she studied on her father’s behest – gives you tools that she rejected to pursue her artistic tastes, which you claim as yours too. Perhaps Sam O’Leary saw in her daughter the ruthlessness of a businesswoman that you are just tapping.
But you also recognize that’s only a layer of you. (Funny to treat it as a “layer”, in fact.) The layer that Tessa saw and wishes to cultivate. But she saw in you a gentleness that invites her to stop being the strong woman everyone fears and admires, and show the heart of flesh she wants no one to see.
And as you see Cassie, you comprehend why. You are Tessa’s link to humanity, and Cassie is yours. Wild and unpredictable, she latched on you like a leech before you even realized you would metamorphose. She’s like a little sister, a best friend and a booty call mixed in one – one who saw beyond the layers and witnessed the real you, embracing it without fear.
Seeing her ass in shorts, fiddling with her desktop, turns the heat in you, and you yearn for her expertise to quench it. “Cass?” you tell her in a sweet voice. “Can you leave that for a while?”
“Why?”
“I wanna see if my bed’s big for both of us.”
That catches her attention – sex is the only thing that can distract her from her nerdier side. “Really? Yeah, well, this thing can wait. Gotta take advantage of my permanent ‘fuck up an Irish’ card and all.”
--
You cuddle together, wrapped in your bedsheets. You keep her bound with one of your legs, wrapped in your arms as you bask in her bright smile. “So,” she asks you, her curiosity sprouting in. “How did you wrap Mom in your finger?”
“I always did,” you confess.
“But seriously! You got Mom as a booty call! Mom! You know how fucking lucky you are!? She’s gotta be bored to her wits to play with me!”
You push her back, feeling very green. “Eww! You sleep with your mom?”
“Rach, girl, you’ve slept with Mom. You know how it feels.”
You don’t debate that – sex with Tessa Wright is otherworldly – but you still feel disgusted at it. “But she’s your mom.”
“Rach?” She mounts atop you, resting her chin on your breasts. “You know that’s not true.” She tries to hide it, but you can see in her eyes she’s not entirely convinced. “Besides - you should be worried about fucking with guys.”
“Do I look like a guy?” you say as you grab her rear and clench her body closer to you.
“Well, I don’t. And you can definitely fool me.”
“I’m not fooling you,” you tell her. “Maybe I’m fooling with you, but I’m not fooling you.”
She smirks, studying your eyes. “Ohhh... That’s good! Yeah, I get you. I like being Cassie more than who I was.”
“But you’re still lugging that big box, don’t you?”
“Rach, I don’t have to be a dunce like she was! Why can’t I like computers? I always have.”
“So you’ve been a hacker for long?”
You see her scowl, then grin, then flutter into a dream. “Since I was a kid. I’ve always been good with computers – I think I’m more fluent in Java than in English.”
“You’re gonna seduce me in code?”
“Naw. But I could hack into your laptop and make your lock screen show a nude of me.” She pecks your lip and flusters. “Why do you ask?”
“It’s something Tess told me. She’s got high hopes for you, y’know.”
“Yeah, and I got big hopes for myself too. You know I did the escort service webpage, right?”
“You did?”
“Yeah! And taught Mom how to keep it away from prying eyes. Backdoor entry to the dark web, passcode protection, secure payment methods... I even negotiated a discount for some hacker friends to keep it malware-free!”
“Then why does she think you’re doing nothing with your life?”
“Because IT isn’t showy compared to fucking an entire city. Plus, I wanna see if I can make her agree to my business idea.”
“Business idea? What – you're gonna sell yourself like I did?”
“Phhbt!” She giggles, drunk on her own pride. “You know about the pens, right? You know how you can clone skins?”
“Yeah.”
“Well, how about we start selling them? Create a dark web community of skinwalkers like us, clone some hot chicks and sell them for a premium.”
“You think that’s good?”
“There’s a demand for it, believe it or not. Lots of horny fuckers itching for some pussy. If they got 20 or 50 grand, we sell them the dream.”
“But what if they trace your transactions?”
“I got everything covered. Secure packaging, pay a bit more for no questions asked, and using only crypto wallets. Did you know cryptocurrency is the dollar of the future?”
You chuckle, because Cassie has a soothing, playful aura surrounding her even when she geeks out. Maybe it’s the wide eyes or the youthful look, but you can’t help finding her adorable. “No,” you say, playing with her excitement. “Didn’t know that.”
“Oh, I could talk about that all day! But enough of that – what's that you said that you already having Mom in your finger?”
That’s another thing about her – she can be strangely insightful. How did you really end up wrapping Tessa Wright in your finger? Was it because of Rachel’s - your – beauty? Or was it because of how you used the Five in the way she desired, making you an invaluable asset? Or – now that you think about it– was it the old you that captivated her?
Was it just one? Or was it all? “Now that you say it, I don’t know. All I know is that she offered me to be her wife.”
“Girl, you really hit the jackpot. Mom’s stupidly powerful in this city – you'd be like a duchess or something.”
A duchess? The thought forms in your mind. “That sounds enticing. But why not a queen? Or the hand behind the throne?”
“Don’t,” she coldly warns you. “I’ve never seen Mom happier than she is now. Don’t fuck that up.”
Huh. Does Cassie really care about Tessa? “I thought she was your wet dream only.”
“Yeah, I figured you wouldn’t get it.” Cassie sucks a lungful of air, opening her heart. “I don’t owe Mom for making me Cassie. I’m forever thankful that she thought of me. I guess I see her as my mother more than I would my own – more than Ashie and Barbie, I guess.”
Though you’re still weirded out by Cassie’s earlier claim, you find this confession endearing. It makes you think of what you lost – a family that, while steadily growing apart, still cared for each other. It makes you wonder if you made the right choice.
But then you remember that someone is living that dream for you. They won’t miss you. They’ll be happier knowing that the remnants of you still live with them, while you have been reborn into a better version of yourself. And though Cassie doesn’t feel like it, you owe it to Tessa.
And you don’t want to disappoint your only friend now. “Don’t worry,” you tell her as you clamp your arms around her tightly, kissing her on the neck. “If it doesn’t work, I won’t break her heart.”
“That’s why I like you, bestie. You’re not afraid to embrace the sweeter parts of yourself.”
“And that’s why I like you, bestie.” You grab her chin, smiling. “Because you’re my ray of sunshine.”
“And because I give excellent blowjobs.” You sour out as Cassie ruins the mood, but you laugh it out. You can’t blame her. That’s how she is.
--
You’re cooking some dinner while Cassie’s fiddling with the wiring on her room. You told her you’d call an expert, but she insisted – she doesn’t trust anyone doing her wiring, and she’d prove you she’s good at it. You don’t get why she’s doing it naked, wearing a rubber cap to cover her head, but at least she’s using gloves to protect herself. (And she showed you her old life’s MTSU diploma on Electrical Engineering when you doubled down on it.)
As you cook, you give some thought to what Cassie told you. A community of “skinwalkers”, wearing cloned skins to fulfill their desires. Certainly an untapped business model, if a risky one. Even Tessa’s connections may not save you if they catch you.
But what if you used your clout on Cassie’s behalf? She would owe you – and loyalty is always more worthwhile than money.   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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