I unlock my phone and press the call button and hold it to my ear.
“Ready,” a male voice answers me.
“Go,” I respond back to the voice.
“Acknowledged,” the man says back and I hang up.
Brittney turns to look at me.
“What was that?” she asks me.
I smile. “That was the number that Cheryl gave me to call when we want to activate the Trojan Horse built into the software,” I tell her.
Brittney raises her eyes.
“What does it do?” she asks me suspiciously.
I shrug and don’t answer. Instead I gesture to the television.
The opening credits have passed and both viewers are experiencing a virtual reality environment.
The screen shows that both of them are in a bedroom. They’re free to look in any di
rection they want and the direction both people look is independent so on one hand of the screen you see the user looking all around the room while the other user is looking out the window.
Eventually, both users look toward the woman on the bed.
It’s Brittney. She gasps, seeing herself on such a huge projector screen. On the video, she’s wearing a lace white thong and a matching lace white bra.
“Hey baby,” she says, getting on all fours on both split screens and crawling to the edge of the bed. “Is your father home?”
Both users shake their head no and it translates itself on the screen. The computer understands this gesture and Brittney smiles.
“Good,” she says on the screen with a wicked smile. “I don’t think he’d like the fact that his fiancée is dressed like this in front of his son, would he?”
Again both users shake their head.
“Why don’t you come over here?” Brittney asks.
Both users use their eyes to signify they want to walk closer to the bed.
“That’s a good boy,” Brittney says as her hands brush over where a real person’s cock would be if they were in the bedroom. “Looks like you’re already excited, aren't you, you naughty boy.”
The crowd begins to cheer and chant, clearly enjoying the show.
“Maybe we should do something about this,” Brittney says to the users. “I mean, in a few months it’ll be hard to do it when I marry your father. Now’s the time, right?”
Both users enthusiastically nod.
The sound of zippers being unzipped occurs on both sides of the screen.
And it should be coming right about now.
There’s a sudden flickering on the right side of the screen.
There it is.
So while the left side of the screen—the Illicit Escape side—continues to play and show Brittney slowly taking off her bra and squeezing her tits together, the right side of the screen starts to give the user a very different experience.