PLAY THE M SIDE FOR ME

© Dana W. Paxson 2005

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PLAY THE M SIDE FOR ME

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Arlen sent Indrio off to play with a chamber full of bio-jewelry; it would keep her oblivious to everything else for long enough. He invited Tariall to his great chamber.

“You mentioned that you work for ArCorp?”

“Yes, sir. It’s an honor. I write for ArWord, your sensi supplier.”

“Ah. Have you done any work that’s gone out on the feed recently?”

“Yes, sir. The spinners gave me the AirSkin package to rework after that Genetics Agency disclosure. It got me an award from the ArWord head.”

“Deservedly, I think, Tariall. It shows considerable promise.” AirSkin had been a regulatory failure, generating melanomas in five percent of its users, all of whom had wanted only to get a temporary andro-pale color for an erotic evening. To salvage matters, Arlen had gotten his hackers to penetrate the Genetics Agency and rewrite and backdate the original approval application for the drug to stipulate restrictions on its legal use.

At the same time, he had planted an advertisement on the illegal sensi feed called The Drain, urging use of AirSkin for heightened sexual stimulation. The advertising project must have been Tariall‘s. It had worked beautifully. Legal issues over AirSkin vanished; illegal use soared. It was a commercial success.

Tariall, I have a special project in mind for you.”

“Sir? I’d be–“

“Honored?”

“Absolutely.” The young man straightened his thin frame, preened a little. “Anything at all.”

“Let’s suppose we’re doing a discipline drug, and creating a multisense scene. Play the M side for me here; I’ll play the S and show you what I want.”

“Fine, sir.” Tariall adopted a submissive stance, toes together, head bowed.

“Give me a pleading line. Use my name.”

“Oh, Arlen, I’m so sorry.”

“That’s perfect. Maybe a little more contrite.”

Tariall obeyed.

“Now, Tariall, I hit you.”

“Yes, sir. Hit me.”

The blow fell.

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