"The Memorex Experience"

[Tony2015]

"The Memorex Experience"

IMPORTANT NOTE:
I speak for the female character in this first post,
but I won't do it again.
This is a one time ever, to set up the story.​

"Why do they call it the Memorex Experience?"

The Technician kept busy placing small, wireless sensors all about the Client's skull, neck, and shoulders as he chuckled, "If I had a dollar for every time I had to answer that question. One day, I'll have it printed on my lab coat so clients can read about it while I'm prep'ing them."

He tapped at a nearby touch screen as he answered, "Back in the '70s, there was a company called Memorex that produced recording devices that used magnetic strips of tape. Their advertising catch phrase, meant to imply that music on their tape was indistinguishable from live music was Is it live, or is it Memorex."

He glanced about himself as is to indicate that the room in which they were was the next topic of his explanation. The uninformed might have thought that the two of them were in a typical relaxation room at an expensive, exclusive spa. The woman was sitting in a very comfortable chair in an equally comfortable, thick cotton robe. All about the room were tall potted plants, soft colors, thick cotton towels, and other items meant to convey a sense of relaxation and comfort, including a wet bar that offered every brand and flavor of non-alcoholic drink as well as several platters of delicate finger foods.

There was a third person present, in a sense. Hidden behind a one way mirror was a female technician and three billion dollars worth of computers and other electronic equipment that made the salon room so much more than it seemed.

"When they ... ITRI, I mean ... my employers..." he continued, speaking as well as preparing her, "...when they perfected the process you are paying for and tested it, one of quipped, It is live or is it Memorex? ... and the CEO thought it was cute ... so he bought what remained of Memorex and coopted the phrase for the fantasy project, which at that time hadn't been officially named. They named it the Memorex Experience, and that's the way it's been for ten years."

He returned to tapping some icons, then turned to look at the woman and said, "Okay, I need you to take that off now."

She didn't hesitate to stand and shed the robe. She'd been already been made very aware of the fact that she would be naked for the implementation of her particular fantasy; that the man who would be placing the sensors in particularly personal areas was not of the persuasion to be excited by her nudity; and that the woman beyond the glass -- who actually might take an interest in the Client's nakedness -- was there to ensure that nothing untoward occurred.

"Damn!" the male Technician said, looking over the Client's shapely form. "It's a good thing I'm not into women. You are incredible!"

The woman laughed nervously, suddenly covering her assets out of instinct.

"Why are you here?" he asked, gesturing her to open herself to him so he could continue to attach sensors, all over her torso, including a dozen on her breasts. He selected to special sensors that rather being circular and about the size of a quarter were instead doughnut shaped and about the size of a 1970's Eisenhower silver dollar. He warmed them before placing them around her already hardened nipples, continuing, "I mean, a woman as beautiful and sexy as you. I can't imagine you have a problem fulfilling your sexual fantasies in real life. What do you need Memorex for?"

She didn't answer. She couldn't. Her particular fantasy wasn't something she could fulfill without ... well ... complications.

"Okay, sit back," he told her, adjusting the chair so that it would recline as she made herself comfortable. Once she was as needed, he operated the foot rest, to lift her knees a bit. He opened a sterilized case and removed an eight inch long, inch and half diameter, electronic device with a small control pad and remote operation antenna on it. He held it before her, saying, "Okay ... ready?"

She laughed nervously, turning eight shades of red. "Yeah, right."

She laid her head back and parted her thighs, and once the man had lubed the dildo-like device, they worked together to get it sunk deep inside her vagina.

"Comfortable?" he asked.

She laughed again nervously, this time drawing a sudden breath at the sensation caused by the device shoved deep inside her. She managed only to nod.

He laid a shaped cloth over her body. It was similar to an electric blanket, intended to keep her warm during the process, but it was form-fitting so that -- in concert with the heated chair below her -- almost all of her naked body's surface was in contact with warm, soft cotton. He went to the control panel and began setting the controls. He turned, saying, "I'm ready. How about you?"

"Ready as I ever will be," she answered, her nervousness still obvious.

The male Tech looked to the window, asking the female Tech, "Ready?" When he got a nod, he moved over to stand next to the client. He asked in a matter of fact tone, "They told you about the possible side effect of the Memorex Experience?"

She hesitated before nodding. "After we are done ... after I've lived my fantasy ... it might be hard to recall that it was only a fantasy, and not real."

"Odds are small!" he quickly told her. "Five percent tops. But..."

"It does happen," she finished his thought.

"They check up on you afterward," he informed her, adding, "The Psychologists. They make sure that you know that it was only a fantasy."

"Does it take away from the experience?"

He laughed. "Hell no. Even though you will know that it was Memorex, in your mind you retain all of the happiness and joy of the Experience, as if it was a real memory. It's ... hard to explain."

When he finished, she said with a bit of hesitance, "Well ... let's find out ... is it live ... or is it Memorex?[/I]"

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About the RP and joining:

• Seeking a female who proof reads before posting. I do. You should, too.
• Would like 10-20 posts a week. A couple of lines that moves the story along is fine. I'm not looking for several paragraphs per post. Fifty words is fine, just so long as the story advances.
• The plot is that your character actually does confuse her Memorex Experience with real life, believing she had an incredible experience with her fantasy man and, now, wants more ... in real life.
• Where it goes from there we will discover together.