Machine by Normandie Alleman
17
Bridger
“Ouch!” The redhead yelped as the paddle worked her ass. “That’s it. I think you’ve got it.” The redhead was bent over, rested on all fours atop a platform used for shoots. Her name was Janice, and she was a regular on our site. A favorite of subscribers, and a girl I liked working with.
I liked working with Janice because she treated the pornography business as a business, the way I did. With her, I didn’t have to worry about the constant come-on’s, or the expectation that our business transactions would end in sex. In fact, Barvo had made that mistake once and bedded Janice. After which, she’d told him in no uncertain terms that she’d found the experience lacking. That told me she was a discerning woman, so when I needed a female who would be honest with me about my machines, Janice was my first choice.
It was a little tricky because I had to schedule these test sessions at a time Barvo wouldn’t be there. If he ran into Janice, he’d only relive his humiliation, which meant I would have to as well, so I tried to avoid that situation at all costs.
“So, it’s not too hard or too soft?”
“No, you’ve got it just right. I feel like Goldilocks. It’s perfect. And I like the new material you’re using on the paddle.”
My spanking machine had gone from straight wood to a thick, rubbery plastic that had a little more give, more like a real hand, which was what the spankos I heard from really liked. “I’m glad to hear you say that. This one was a bitch to design.”
“True, but now that you have, you could probably sell these things. Not just make the videos.”
Janice made a good point. That was something I’d thought about it the beginning, selling my machines, but the video side of the business had dominated so quickly, we didn’t have time to start a manufacturing branch as well. Keeping up with the demand for new content for our site had taken all of the resources we had.
“It’s that good, huh?”
She nodded. “I know a bunch of people in the spanking community who would love to have a machine like this.”
“Thanks for the tip. I’ll keep that in mind. And thanks for coming in today to help me with this.”
Janice pulled up her underwear and flipped down her skirt. “No problem, Bridger. Always happy to help.” She patted me on the arm as she walked to the corner to pick up her pocketbook then left.
I was taking photos from a variety of angles of the new spanking machine and taking notes on how I thought we could best use it in a scene when Barvo walked in.
“Was that Janice I saw leaving?”
I nodded. And he gave me that look that asked the question even though he didn’t verbalize it.
“She was helping me test out this new machine,” I explained.
Barvo looked relieved. “And?”
“All positive feedback. I think it’s finished. We’re ready to use it in a scene or two. I was just taking notes on some different angles we could take.”
“Great.” He looked distracted. “Bridger, there’s something I’ve got to show you.” He crooked a finger for me to follow and led me back into the control room, where his computer was running.
“What is it?”
“Remember how I told you a while back that I thought somebody was using our main machine, or something similar to it?”
I tried not to flinch at his use of the word our. “Vaguely.”
“Well, now it’s official. Some asshole has copied your design of the original and is using it in quite a few videos on this amateur site.”
Fucking machines have been around for a long time, but when I designed mine, I designed it to do special things that would really enhance a woman’s pleasure. First of all, mine looked and felt like a real man’s cock and balls. Second of all, it had the ability, probably more than most men, to be able to simulate the woman’s G-spot. In the past, most of the ones on the market had been only an in-and-out motion, or vibrating machines without any of the nuances of mine. Mine was also the most powerful one out there, and when you added the clitoral stimulation attachment, the orgasms it gave a woman couldn’t be beat.
The quality and the results we got with it all boiled down to the details. I’d read more than a few books on how to please a woman, watched dozens of videos (some made by the most successful porn stars), and coupled with my own experience, I came up with a machine which was, by all accounts, a winner. The idea that someone could be stealing my invention enraged me.
Barvo clicked an arrow on the screen, which started up a video. The instant the image hit the screen, I knew he was right. Some son of a bitch had stolen my invention. I couldn’t be sure if the nuances on the end of the cock were working like mine did or not because they were stuffed up inside a female, but it sure as shit looked exactly like mine.
“Well, fuck me,” I murmured, watching the dark-haired bitch on the video get fucked, but not even seeing her. I was too busy looking at the machine itself. Some of the basic parts were from a different manufacturing company, but for the most part it was identical.
“Yeah, fuck both of us,” Barvo agreed.
“So, what are we gonna do about this? Where are we with the patent?”
“The patent is pending, but if this guy decides to try to do what we’re doing, he can hone in on our action, and we’re screwed.”
Barvo might be overreacting; that was his habit. “But we’re the go-to place for this kind of porn on the internet. Surely they can’t touch our fan base.”
“They can’t destroy us, no. The best they can do is be a cheap copy, but they sure as hell could put a dent in our income.”
Fuck. Granted, I didn’t touch the vast majority of the money I made from porn biz. It went into my conservatively diversified investment portfolio, but I’d grown fond of watching those numbers rise each month, and I didn’t want to see them tank. “Call our patent attorney. See if there’s anything he can do.”
“They’re not making any money off this.” Barvo indicated the monitor. “It’s a free site with free amateur videos.”
“Still, it sucks for us.”
“Tell me something I don’t know. Hey, by the way, are you making any headway with Dynassy Barnes?”
“That depends on what you mean.” Ever since I’d let it slip one day that I was dating Dynassy, Barvo had been after me to get her to do a video for our site, and there was no way I was doing that.
“Aw man, you know what I mean.”
Unfortunately I did. “I’m going with her to a family event this weekend. Our relationship is progressing.”
“But you don’t want to put her up on the site?” Barvo folded his hands together as if in prayer. “Bridger, please—imagine the publicity, imagine the advertisers, imagine the money if you could just get her to come on for one video.”
“You’re disgusting. I’m going to a christening with her this weekend. To a church. Get your mind out of the gutter, will ya?”
“Dude, I live in the gutter. You know that. And you ought to join me in it sometimes. It’s pretty fucking awesome in here.” Barvo laughed, and I rolled my eyes. “Hey, if you can’t get her, try to get that hot, younger sister of hers.”
“Ivy? She’s barely legal.”
Barvo shrugged, and I shuddered at the thought of Barvo coming within a mile of the Barnes’ family. Thank goodness they knew nothing about him or this business.
“Okay, Nick’s wife. The one who was a cheerleader.”
“Oh, yeah. Because I’m sure Nick Barnes would love to have his wife and mother of his children on camera doing herself.” Sarcasm dripped from my voice.
“Hey, MILFs are big these days. One of the top search terms on our site. We could make a fortune.”
“All right, Barvo,” I patronized him as I headed for the door. “And don’t forget to call that attorney.”
