Unknown Diners

Chapter Fifty-Eight

Lorne and Catherine lay in bed long after they woke in the morning, enjoying each other and finding new ways to pleasure. "What's so complicated about this?" He nibbled her earlobe and gave another gentle pelvic thrust. "I guess we're blessed knowing who we are, accepting who we are and feeling confident."

"I wonder whether all the marketing, the planting of doubt, the feeding of insecurity leads to some of the crap we're seeing. My tits are too small, my ears are too plain, my face needs a slathering of goo, I need labels on the outside of my clothes, my hair's the wrong colour. Fuck!" She gave him a long, tight Kegel.

He responded with a light tug. "You're not going to bite it off like CynCat threatens, are you?" He laughed.

"We need to see if we can link her to the asshole." She rotated her hips.

"Yeah. Possibly through the new bmexx site."

"Find George there too. What about Frick?" She rocked her hips.

"Don't know. Guess we should search for him too." He gave a series of long slow thrusts. "You want to finish and get up?"

She looked at the bedside clock. "Yeah, we should, it's almost ten thirty."

Forty minutes later, they sat enjoying espressos with their ham and cheese croissants on the balcony. "I love the gentle warmth of late June and early July before the summer fully kicks in."

"Do you sunbathe out here often?"

"Whenever the weather allows. It's a marvellously private place. I guess a telescope up there might see something, a block away, but if that's their thing, it would be much easier for them on the net."

"I'm amazed at how much stuff is posted there. The variety of it, and the willingness of people to spread themselves all over the web." She looked at him with pursed lips and a frown. "You're spread rather broadly out there. Involuntarily, unwillingly."

"Yeah, even with the court-ordered scrubbing, the images are still common, still slowly spreading." He put his cup to his lips and paused. "It's tough, though, to recognise me from those early teen shots. I'm thankful for that."

"Yeah, the long stubble on your face changes the impression immediately. People wouldn't relate back. Your face is craggier now too, devastatingly handsome instead of pretty-boy." She glanced down at his crotch, nodded and laughed. "That hasn't changed much, though."

He looked down, then up to her eyes. "I show my face in public now, but that is between you and me." He smiled.

"There must be a lot of malicious posting of other's images. Think of the paparazzi and their photos of the famous, they've a viral spread quite often."

"Impossible to stop once it starts."

She laughed. "Have you seen any of those videos of the girls' night out at the male strip club? Ones like Dancing Bears?"

"Not sure what you mean."

"Women, grown women out and partying. An office party or a girls' stag. They're all over the net. Even mainline sites."

He shook his head. "Not familiar."

"They usually start with music, booze and dancing with each other, then male strippers start circulating among the women and enticing them. Let me get my computer; you have to watch one. It's too hard to explain."

She came back with her computer, logged in, entered a search, selected one of the results and clicked the arrow. "Here's one, Office Party. I've seen it before, researching for one of my books. This one gets right into it. Watch how that blonde loses herself with him, does it in front of all the women from her office."

He watched quietly for a while, then shook his head. "How does she face her co-workers after that?"

"Or face her friends, her family after it spreads. This one was up over five million views two years ago when I modelled one of my characters on her, on that blonde. I'm sure it's much higher now." She clicked the Back arrow and checked. "Yeah, up over eighteen million now."

"Blow a stripper, blow your reputation. Wow! In front of her whole office. Now in front of the whole world."

"Several of the others soon joined in, so at least she had some support back at the office." She shook her head and shrugged. "There are a lot of videos like this out there."

"That's amazing. It'll be there forever, always reminding her. She'll always wonder who's watched her stroke, lick and suck a stranger in public. She's ruined all chances for any public office. Actually, for anything in public."

"The stupidity of it is she knew the video was being shot. She waved at the camera with a mouthful of him in one sequence. Comical if it weren't so serious." She closed her computer and gave him a twisted face. "Ready for more of the heavier stuff?"

"No, but I have to keep at it." He stood, picked up their plates and cups and followed her inside.

Back at the counter in front of their computers, he browsed again to imBMEX.ru. "I'll set-up a new account for each of us. Who do you want to be, 6and7eighths or 175soft?"

"What are those?"

"Sorry. New accounts I'm setting up on imBMEX.ru." He smiled at her. "One for the Yanks and one for the rest of the world."

She stared at him with a puzzled face, then laughed. "Good names, inches and millimetres. Guess the name needs to entice, doesn't it?"

"Yeah, some use gobbledygook, but to get better response, it's best to put out a piece of bait. People scanning screen names will quickly click on an intriguing one. Common sense."

"It's like marketing." She shrugged. "Make mine metric."

He Photoshopped four images of himself from the USB drive, set-up a new account as 175soft, uploaded two faceless photos, then waited for the confirming email. He clicked the link to activate it. "One done. See if you can log in."

She clicked to the site in her computer and entered 175soft. "Password?"

"Sorry... Push the Shift key, type 6h6, then release the Shift and type 245."

She entered and clicked. "I'm in. Look at this: You have 13.9 days of pleasure remaining. Top-up anytime."

"Great way to harvest images."

"So where should I start?"

"CynCat is a good place... Check if she's there, I'll set-up and search for PussMakr to see if I can find Robotham and him commenting. They must have known each other before the trial. How else would he be conspiring with and defending him?"

"Isn't this site too new for that? Connolly died in captivity. No access to this site."

"Yeah, stupid of me, didn't think. His BigSplitBoy account on bmexx would have been taken down with the child porn conviction. But I bet his PussMakr is still there."

He logged in to bmexx and searched. "Yup."