Playing Games Chapter 2 or Dick is Back, Jane is Gone and Harvey Hits The Spot

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This story is yet another splinter episode, not a part of the ongoing saga of "Service With A Smile" or any of the other tales in progress.

The inspiration: After I played a Wii for the first time, coupled with my erotically oriented mentality, I wondered what would happen if someone developed a sex game? And who better to test it out than Mr. Marcus?

Having played "Rescue from Barbey's Island" to a sexual conclusion with Cassie, Andy's girlfriend, Mr. Marcus is beset with self-anger at his actions. And what about Andy, Cassie and the insidious Keiko? They're all still at large.

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Andy left messages on my machine but I never called him back. I was totally embarrassed that I'd had sex with his girlfriend. More then once. All night, in fact. With and without the Save Barbey video game. Cassie's appetite was insatiable.

I was trying to get my mind around the massive software conversion necessitated by our company's licensing of a workflow package. Every one of our systems, commercial or homebrew, had to interface with the beast.

A mental light bulb went on, how to make the process easier. The rash ring of my phone popped the fragile image in my mind. Shit! The caller ID said "Cellular Number". The quicker I dealt with this intruder, the faster I could get back to work. "Hello?"

"Mr. Marcus?"

There was some dialect in play. "That's me. Who's this?"

"Keiko Nakamora."

The infamous Keiko. Boyfriend stealer. "Yes?"

"We need to talk."

"About what?" How she pulled the rug out from Cassie and seduced Andy? "I'm kind of busy right now."

"We have unfinished business."

"We've never started business. Nice talking with you." I pulled the receiver from my ear. Keiko stammered. Evidently she was used to getting her way.

"I know you and Cassie played the Barbey game."

I played dumb. "Never heard of it."

"I have proof. The cartridge captured your character, named Harvey."

So much for privacy. I thought the console held the characters, not the game carts. Andy's Wii would have a character named Harvey, damn it. "Yeah, we played it. So what?"

"I need you sign a non disclosure."

"Fine. Fax it to me." And let me get back to work.

"You're trying to avoid me. Are you scared?"

Me? "Nope." What harm could it do? Agreeing will get her off my back. "Okay, I'll meet you. Starbucks on Main?" Or the one a block south. Or the one a block east.

"Meet me at Buff Toner's Workout Emporium tonight. Seven P. M.."

"I'll be there." To sign the damn paperwork.

The call ended. Now, where was I? Oh yeah, simplified system interfaces. I began a sketch of a generic protocol. I hadn't finished two boxes and a connecting arrow when another phone call came in, this one with no caller id. Tashun with another project involving his niece, Reese? "Hello, Marcus speaking."

"If I didn't know better, I'd think you were avoiding me." It was Andy.

Shit! "No, of course not. So how's work?"

"Great! Way cool customers with radical projects that push my brain. Remember those concepts and techniques we used to discuss over dinner? Well, I'm using them on a daily basis. I should probably be sharing some of my salary with you. Not!"

I'd shared his girl friend, why not his source of income? "Glad it's come in handy."

"Is Harriett still gunning to be Queen of the Air Miles? You free tonight?"

No way could I sit across a table from him, not after what I did. Besides, I had a date with Keiko. "Afraid not. I up to my neck in conversions-" which was true "- and I'm doing more with photography-" which had nothing to do with my availability for dinner.

"Really? You set up an online portfolio yet?"

The idea of posting nude pix of Vonna and the others was an erotic jolt but never to be. "Nah. My stuff's not that good." And borderline illegal.

"You'll have to show me, then. Hey, do you remember Cassie?"

"Sure. Why?" Did she tell you I fucked her into unconsciousness? Twice.

"We broke up. She dumped me and I haven't the faintest idea why. I thought we had a future. It was probably the old in and out."

Cassie and I had done 'the old in and out' all night after the video game. God, she'd get me erect and then slide on top and hump herself to orgasm.

"It wasn't east for me either, leaving and then coming back for brief visits," said Andy.

Oh, in and out of town. "Yeah, long distance relationships always struggle."

"Times like this, you search your emotions. I thought about our relationship and I came up with the weirdest feeling, like we should have ended it a long time ago."

"Really?" I got goose bumps. In the few times we'd been a threesome, neither of them had every acted any other way but devoted. "You seemed so right together."

"Yeah, but thinking about how I felt, she was so clingy and insecure. Like having sex every night would keep me happy and us together. She always thought I was cheating on her. Funny how it worked out. Now I'm dating her ex-sorority sister."

"Ex?"

"Yeah, Cassie quit the sorority right after she broke up with me. She freaked out or something. I don't know if she's still in school, even. Anyway, Keiko was there to help me cope."

Cassie had been correct in her speculation that Keiko wanted Andy for herself. Keiko had gotten her way, one way or another, with or without the Barbey video game. I shifted my concern from myself to Cassie. Was our sexual marathon the reason she 'freaked out'? Andy needed a warning about Keiko. "You know what they say about relationships on the rebound-"

"Yeah, yeah, I know. I've got it under control. Keiko isn't a stranger. She and I had hung out before. Like one Friday night when I was supposed to hang out with the guys, they bailed on me. Funny how they thought I'd cancelled out on them. Miscommunication, I guess."

Or Keiko calculating. I wouldn't put it past her. I'd have to be alert tonight.

Andy continued, "I went looking for Cassie at her fave bookstore but she wasn't there. But I ran into Keiko. We started talking and I found out she was big into Wii. You ever play?"

"Once." With your former girlfriend. In a horizontal position.

"We should go head to head sometime. You'll like it, and its good exercise."

"If you insist." Just not the Barbey game. "So?"

"Oh yeah, so Keiko and I went back to my place and spent all night playing sports games. Boy, is she athletic. I could barely keep up. Afterwards, she told me she knew some game developers that she modeled for them or something. She does have a nice body. Anyway, she has access to some of their prerelease stuff that would knock my socks off."

The Barbey game blew all of our clothes off. Cassie was certain Andy and Keiko had messed around that night. "Sounds intriguing. So did you and Keiko get friendly? 'Cause maybe Cassie found out, and that's the reason-"

"Oh no! I'm smarter than that. All we did was play competitive sports games. All of which she won, by the way. And I was trying. She was friendly and stuff, but I kept hands off. I mean, Cassie and I were a couple, and they were sorority sisters, so being a gentleman was the only choice. Not that I didn't notice Keiko's body while she played. Especially her tits. God they're huge."

"So you and Keiko are together now?"

"Uh huh. When Cassie blew me off, Keiko was right there to console me. It all worked out for the best cause I'm getting the hottest sex ever. She brought over this video game she promised would take my mind off Cassie. She was right! You've never seen anything like it. And it'll make a fortune when it's released."

"Maybe you shouldn't tell me the details-"

"Oh no, its fine. You and me, we've shared personal stuff before. I have to tell you how it started. The game is called Barbey Island, or something like that."

I withheld my opinion of the Rescue Barbey game. Andy droned on, giving me the details of a game with which I was intimately familiar. His former girlfriend and I had become masters.

Andy kept talking. "And there's all these crazy puzzles you have to solve-"

I tried to sound interested but it was difficult. A pattern of 'uh huh's' and 'oh wow's' hopefully kept Andy from figuring out that I was ahead of him.

"The quicksand was the toughest hazard. We finally solved it by-"

Yes, putting the oars down as a bridge.

"-shaking the trees and filling the sand with cocoanuts, then tiptoeing across."

That was a solution we hadn't found. Perhaps there were more secrets still buried in the code.

"Anyway, we played for hours until we won. And then there's this whole other game. A sex game, can you believe it?

I asked a question to feign interest. "Animated sex?"

"Not like those cheesy Japanese sex cartoons. We started playing it straight, just guiding the avatars. But the characters only did what we did. So if they were going to have sex-" Andy paused.

I was obligated to finish his sentence. "Then you had to be having sex."

"Right. We both got so hot and bothered that we, well, we did it so they'd consummate. And there was a scale for the intensity of the orgasms. Like anybody measures that stuff."

The original sex research of Masters and Johnson was not from video game sessions but experiments with volunteers, fucking with probes stuck all over their bodies. I would have been distracted. At least, a little. "If it's measurable, someone has measured it."

"But fucking Keiko, I discovered her secret."

Now he had my attention. "What's that?" She's a cheat and a thief?

"She's borderline violent during sex. At a couple of points, I was afraid she was going to beat the daylights out of me. Literally."

"Really?"

"When I refused to get physical back - even playful slaps and pinches - she got really pissed. She wanted a spanking, but I wanted an orgasm from our genitals."

Wow! "And you think you can have a long term relationship with this woman?"

"Hell, no. Nothing like what I'd planned with Cassie. But the sex can't be beat. With Cassie, she was very interested, but let me do all the work, you know? It was like she wanted sex but was embarrassed to have sexual feelings."

Cassie had told me she enjoyed having sex every night. Perhaps she wasn't being honest with herself or me. Come to think of it, Cassie basically laid there while I fucked her. Each time. Every time. "Some women are like that. I guess."

"I'll take advantage of Keiko, as long as it doesn't threaten my health. Besides, I'm only here a couple of days at a time before I have to back to Raleigh. Plenty of time to rest up and recuperate for another round. I'd love to show you the game but Keiko had me sign a non-disclosure. The developer doesn't want to get ripped off."

There had been no non-disclosure when Keiko left the game for Andy in the first place. "That's all right. You gave me a good idea how it works." Andy should have known that telling me the details violated the NDA. Details I already knew from experience.

I felt sorry for getting between Andy and Cassie. Who knows if they would have made it given Andy's traveling? But they deserved a chance. How did Keiko get the game back, anyway? Cassie had it when we left Andy's apartment, after cleaning up our bodily fluids.

"So I'm leaving tomorrow, and Keiko is busy training tonight. Want to get a bite?"

Should I tell him I had an appointment to see Keiko? I hope she doesn't bite or at least had her rabies shots. "I've got plans."

"Too bad. Catch you next time?"

"Sure thing." Why would Keiko abandon Andy on his last night in town to see me?

I promised myself to steer clear of any physical confrontations with Keiko. She sounded dangerous if not fatal.

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I arrived on time in jeans and a golf shirt. No need to make a bad impression. I'd wanted to see the inside of the place without paying the exorbitant membership fee. One of the staff, a blonde in spandex with good muscle tone wired up with an earpiece called for Keiko's location. "The sparring room."

Blondie swiped a plastic card to unlock the door. Inside a woman was beating the shit out of a full-length punching bag. With her foot. I half expected the inanimate piece of equipment to holler for mercy. A full-sized ring occupied the far end of the room. Either it was a slow time or Keiko had an exclusive on the space.

Without missing a beat she whirled around and assumed an attack stance, arms raised. Given her demeanor, it wasn't a defensive position. She relaxed her arms and smiled. "Mr. Marcus. Nice to meet you. May I call you Harvey?"

My eyes dropped to her chest. God she had quite a pair evident under two layers of sweaty cotton.

"You have the papers?" This woman was capable if significant violence. I wanted that locked door between us.

"I have them in my locker safe and sound. First I wanted to thank you for your help. If you hadn't had sex with Cassie, she never would have felt guilty, which caused her to leave Andy. And now he's mine."

"Who said we had sex?" She had no proof.

"Nothing else would explain the biological readings the game captured. Values that high were impossible from any simulation."

Time to change the subject. "Look who's talking about values. Sending Andy that provocative game, to seduce him. And then sinking your hooks into him when his girlfriend get distraught."

"Okay, have it your way. You didn't do the nasty. Let's just say the developers are curious."

"About what?"

"How you won the game. They designed the beta so it couldn't be beaten, but you and Cassie did it."

"One word. Practice. Andy told me you two won, so it isn't impossible after all."

"Except I cheated. Inside information from the developers. You played it enough times to get better. The one they can't figure out was that game near the end. Not the last one where you had good scores. They're interested in the game where you blew the lid off the readings. The log showed that you skipped all of the hazards and directly entered the bonus round."

That's when we fantasized about flying to the island with infinite sex game time. That's the game when I'd entered Cassie. "Beats me. We just followed the on-screen prompts."

"You don't have to hold back. I'm just trying to assist the developers. I posed for Barbey, you know?"

"No." Barbey wasn't Asian.

"Not all of her. Just these." She cupped her big tits. I'd been unsuccessfully trying to avoid looking at them.

"Very nice." I wasn't lying.

"But you haven't seen them." She pulled the two layers of tank tops up. No bra because her pair needed no support. Same shape and size as on-screen Barbey. Same areola and nipples but in the flesh. "Cassie doesn't come close."

"True, but Cassie is a kind soul." The implication was that Keiko wasn't.

"Not to hear Andy tell it. He was devastated to get dumped. Fortunately I was there to console him. Every night." Keiko posture drooped but her tits remained at attention. "He's like a sex machine."

"I hope you will be very happy-"

"No, you don't get it. He makes love like a machine. The same position, the same foreplay. The same noises. And then the fucker falls asleep with my tits as his pillow. I'm tired of him already. I don't know how Cassie stood it."

Keiko didn't mention the violence. "Maybe Cassie's the same way. Mechanical I mean." I tried to reinforce the fiction that Cassie and I hadn't fucked. "You have to watch out what you wish for."

"You know what I'm wishing now?"

"That I'd sign your papers and let you get back to your workout?"

"No. That you'd show me that eight inch cock if yours."

How'd she know? Oh yeah, my character profile. "No way."

"Will you let me win it fair and square? Just a friendly game."

There must be a recreation room here with a Wii. "Like what? Baseball? Tennis?"

"I pick wrestling."

I hadn't seen that game on Andy's machine. The club must have a wider repertoire. I would be no march for her in the ring, but this would be make-believe. "I don't know."

"Surely you can take me with one hand behind my back. If I move it forward, I lose I'll let you sign the papers and leave. But if I win you'll let me see your cock."

In a video game, I could take her one armed, couldn't I? How good she be with only one hand on the controller? "And if refuse?"

"Then I'll let the developers know you played the game. They'll sue you. The court fight will suck your assets dry."

Losing to her might end up at the same thing, her lips around my penis. "Okay, I'm in." I was confident that I was better two handed than she was one handed. "Where's the game room?"

"What game room? We'll wrestle here." She pointed to the ring, and then snatched a pile of clothing from the floor. "Wear these."

"What? But you said a game."

"Should I have said a match? What difference does it make? A deal is a deal."

"Shit!" I agreed to go hand-to-hand with this advanced specimen? I told myself to be careful, and then what do I do?

"I'll change out here," she said. "Don't peek."

I was too distracted by my immanent beating. Besides, she'd already bared her breasts. In the locker room, I stripped down to my jockeys and put on the cotton white muscle shirt and satin blue shorts. I looked like a high school wresting class reject.

When I returned to the sparring room, Keiko was alongside the ring. We were dressed like twins. The deep neckline and oversized arm holes in the sleeveless tops didn't do much for me but reinforced Keiko's cleavage and breast mass.

"Age before beauty." She gestured towards the ring. It was five feet off the ground, not exactly step up height. No stairs and no ladder. I grabbed the bottom rope and tried to pull myself up. Fat chance. My second attempt was to throw the top of my body onto the ring and crawl under the ropes. Nope. In desperation I brought a folding chair to ringside and climbed up.

Keiko reached out, her turn to enter the ring.

"One hand behind your back," I said.

"Even to climb in?"

"Yep." I figured if she couldn't get in the ring, we wouldn't have a quorum. Game over, man.

She scowled, stepped back and took a running leap. She launched herself at the ring, spun in mid-air and slid under the bottom rope. It didn't move. It didn't even vibrate. Sheesh, what physical control.

I sat on my stool in the far corner. I was doomed. How did I get myself into precisely the thing I needed to avoid, a physical confrontation with someone who enjoys pain?

Keiko gestured me off my seat. We faced each other in the center of the ring. She bowed. Her breasts bulged at the neckline of her muscle t. Nice move, effective in distracting me. And it worked. I was standing and then with a blurred leg sweep, I was on my butt.

She leaped at me, going for the pin but I managed to scoot over far enough to avoid her. I climbed back to my feet, one knee at a time. She got up by doing a one handed push-up. I marveled at her upper body strength when she tried the leg sweep again. This time I jumped and she sailed under me. Almost. My toe caught her hip as she passed beneath. I fell forward, my feet on her belly. She reached between my legs and grabbed at my crotch. Even I know that's not a legal wrestling move. "You haven't earned it yet," I groaned.
I stood, grabbed her arm and spun, twisting her around. That put both arms behind her back. Momentarily. Until she cart wheeled, leaving us shaking hands. If she could grab my groin then her privates were fair game. I ripped her shirt down. Her tits popped free. She threw back her shoulders. Even her breasts taunted me. Before I could reach out for two handfuls she planted a foot in my stomach. I flew back, once more on my ass. The canvas was coarse and firm. This was embarrassing and exhausting.

She rushed me while I was only halfway back to standing, raised up on one arm. Instead of finishing the process, I leaned forward head butting her stomach. She gasped and fell back. I jumped on top, grabbing her one exposed arm and the opposite shoulder. She writhed side to side but was partially pinned. Her tits were exactly like Barbey's. Actually it was visa versa, since Keiko was the model. For pure pleasure I rubbed my face against the soft but firm flesh. My selfish distraction let her roll free of my grasp. I was face down and she was above me, knee in the small if my back.

It was no longer fun and games. I reached around with both hands and grabbed her foot. Somehow I bucked up on my knees, throwing off her balance. She was getting back on her feet almost before she hit the canvas.

I was exhausted. Keiko's next move, whatever she chose, would be successful because I didn't have the stamina to parry her attack. Then I remembered Andy's tales of hot sex with Keiko and how she seemed to enjoy a bit of violence as opposed to gentleness.

She rushed me, tits bouncing. I reached up and slapped my hand against an outside curve of flesh. Keiko lurched past, her legs wobbling. In a distracted state, she was momentarily vulnerable. I pawed her breasts and pulled at her nipples. Her knees buckled. Keiko fell to her haunches, my hands still mauling her chest. She tore my shorts down.

Her eyes shot open. "You weren't kidding were you?"

She'd seen my statistics. "Eight inches, in the flesh." As I stepped out of my shorts, I stood back far enough so Keiko couldn't deliver a sweep or a debilitating blow to my crotch. I didn't trust her.

"Shit. You're huge."

My old neighbor, Cocksworth, was huge, a foot long. I'm just big for my age. She pulled at my dick. Hard tugs jerked my hips forward. Her lips started sucking, almost nibbling, with a hint of teeth. I grabbed her hair before she got too aggressive and bit. When she growled, I yanked her head harder. Her eyes were glazed over as if she was in drugs. Perhaps rough sex was like a drug to her.

While she marveled at my manhood, I shoved her backwards, crawled over and punched her stomach. I know you're not supposed to hit women but my second choice was cracking her skull open with a stool from the corner of the ring. She gasped for breath. I straddled her and held her shoulders down with my knees. She brought her one hand up and squeezed my cock, which was erect from the display of tits and mouth action. Fair was fair so I let go of one shoulder and slid my hand into her pants. No undies. The pubic hair was baby fine and soft. Without permission, I thrust one finger into her cunt.

Keiko moaned as I explored her pussy opening. "You like to play rough," she shouted.

"You know you want it." I added a second digit.

I probed her vagina as she stoked me. Would she forget about the wrestling match if we fucked? I withdrew my fingers and used that hand to slap her face. Not hard, but to deliver a message - she couldn't mess around with me. "Your pants. Get them off."

Keiko lifted her hips and wiggled her way out of the bottoms. With one kick, they sailed out of the ring. Legs spread, I had full access.

I threw myself in top of her, belly to belly, keeping her thighs separated. She must have realized she was close to getting pinned. No amount of strength was going to displace me if I had leverage. But I needed to distract her long enough to get a three count. I thwacked my dick against her pubic mound. "You like sex don't you?"

"Not with your cock. Too big."

"Come on. You'll stretch to fit."

Both of her hands reached around to drag me off, or perhaps grab my ass. Aha! A clear violation of our agreement. She'd lost, but didn't make any sign of stopping.

I leaned my hands on her upper arms. Keiko tossed and turned to avoid keeping her shoulders against the canvas. Her pattern was predictable. Left followed by right quickly, and then left. I prepared my angle and timed my thrust. As she came left I bucked forward using my fingers to guide by cock into her pussy. I was ready for the rock right. As she shifted her weight I rolled the same way. We ended up on our sides her leg over my hip her cunt open wider. I held her hips against me, plunged deeper and then used her roll back left to shift higher on her torso. I slapped her breasts again and her hips relaxed.

"Take it out. You're tearing me. Shit, no!"

I took that as agreement to continue. I chewed on her ear harder than just nibbles. Her hips joined my dance. Despite her protests and predictions, I fit just fine. Andy had said Keiko was the aggressor. I'd turned he tables. I pulled back so that just the tip of my cock was inside. She arched her back, evidently straining to avoid more penetration. That put her shoulders flat on the canvas. I counted my deep plunges. "One, two, three. You've lost."

She wrapped her legs around the back of my thighs. "Not so fast." Her pussy tightened. There was no escaping her sex death grip. Her arms circled my waist and clamped together, pressing hard. I strained to inhale. My diaphragm was under her control. "What do you want?"

"Fuck me hard. Make it hurt."

Fine by me, except I had no freedom of movement.

"Come on, big man. Fuck the loser." She gripped me like a vise.

The more I fucked, the harder she gripped. The harder she gripped, the more I struggled to attack her pussy. Our adversarial roles weren't gone, just repurposed. I reached around looking for something to distract her. I found her asshole. One finger in, unannounced and unmoistened.

"Ooooow." Her legs relaxed.

I shot forward giving her the full length. She raised her knees up framing her breasts. That tilted her pelvis up giving me even better penetration.

But I wanted something different. I pulled out. "Hands and knees." It was an order.

She obliged, rolling over, tits hanging. I slapped at her thighs and she spread them. I moved into position behind her and reentered. In this position I had access to Barbey's tits with both hands. I felt their contour with gentle caresses and their mass with strong palpation. And I didn't forget her nipples hard and red. I pulled them down as I thrust into her. Keiko was shaking, grinding against me. "You fuck me," she ordered. "You fuck me like you fucked Cassie."

"I didn't fuck Cassie," I shouted. I swept her arms away. Keiko landed flat on the canvas, trapping my hands under her tits, her legs akimbo. I climbed higher giving her the last fraction of my prick length. And then I gave it to her again. I was relentless on her puffed nipples. My thrusts were pubic-smacking violent. She seemed to enjoy the ferocity and enthusiasm.

"Yes. Yes. Fuck me. Andy doesn't fuck like this. Fuck me until you're ready to cum."

That's what I thought I was doing. With a slap of her ass every once in a while to keep her interest level up. I was in charge.

Keiko yelped and sighed with each spanking. "When you cum, cum on my face."

I was fine with ferocious fucking, even enthusiastic, but the sticky finish put me off. I'd seen pictures and movies of oriental girls with cum facials. I'd always considered it a waste. Cum belonged inside a pussy. That's where it worked magic. Maybe in a woman's mouth as a second choice. But in her face? No harm if that's what she wanted.

I was jumping and humping, drilling here in my relentless pursuit of an orgasm. Mine. When I felt the tingling, I pulled out. She rolled over. I scooted up, my dick aimed at her face. Keiko wasn't subtle about what she wanted. And she wanted cum. She was at my groin, pumping my cock as furious as any woman ever had. I thought she might rip it off, buy that wasn't useful. Her fingers were deft. My hips bounced, giving her a clue I was excited, and maybe close.

She contorted her expression in anticipation. The first squirt hit her forehead. She aimed lower. The next wad splattered across her nose and eyes

She batted her lashes. They clung together. "Ow, it stings. Shit. I can't see."

I aimed and plunged past her lips. The remainder dripped into her mouth. She sucked once, hard.

I took a couple of deep breaths "I don't believe it. I won."

"I don't think so. This was the best sex I've ever had. And you'll want me again. All men do."

"Not this man." Not ever. There was good sex to had, without this level of effort and threat. I spread her knees and climbed between them. With one careless push, my cock pierced her pussy. "Say good bye to my dick, 'cause you'll never have it again." I stood, tumbled from the ring and got dressed. Fuck the non-disclosure documents. I'd had enough.

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