Tuesday, July 19, 2016

Thomas' Mom

In the Garden

From the kitchen window, Thomas watched his mother serve some girls wine in her garden alcove. He was fifteen. His mother was an, extremely young-looking for her age, fifty-two years old queen of porn business, and the girls she served were aspiring porn stars. He was almost disgusted by her appearance, as she nowadays lacked the some of the charisma she used to have (especially the charisma of seeing to really care about things, he thought). It was not that she at all looked her age. Rather, she looked much like she could be his two years older sister, a teenage half-way junkie  -  just like him. Sort of more important who also had some kind of spiritual competences, which always shimmered forward as if through a facade of none-cunning regular being, without hyper-spiritual contacts.

The girls around her were dressed in various ways, not yet. She herself wore a jump suit (as usually) with a 'natural zipper'. It was a structure of sticky silk, which she as usual wore with an cleavage open enough to show her navel and a little bit more of her stomach, though hardly ever any of her pubic hair - nor her nipples. She had at least ten of those suits, he knew, in at least seven different colors. This was a red day, seemingly, for her.

As she served a young brunette in front of her first glass, he felt that he was curious about how come they didn't hate her for it all. It's not that he didn't get the part about the money in her business, and that they really should be viewed as tolerant, at least on the surface, because they wanted part of it. The thought of the money meaning too much to them was not very easy to swallow, considering that one of them had arrived in a limousine.

In the corner of the alcove, there sat a young girl, who at most was fifteen, he figured. But then he came to think about his mother's appearance and how she really looked like a sixteen or seventeen year old slut. Still he found her to seem a bit too be inexperienced to be her match as to looking younger than her age. He looked at her bra and panties, which were were, he guessed, ordinarily worn under her normal street clothes. She was smartly attractive, although in an imbecile sense.

Now, while he looked at them, she began leading them into the house. He didn't expect them to enter the kitchen, especially since it was upstairs from where she usually introduced them to her business. So he stayed there for the thrill of a small chance of him being wrong. It was not the thought of her entering there with all of them that thrilled him, but the chance of one of them coming there alone, and wanting him, which he on second thought tended to think was a bit too unlikely to actually be normal for these girls.

After he had sat there for a quarter of an hour, he changed his mind, and went up one more floor, to the attic, where his room was. When there he began to study. Because he had a biology exam on Thursday.

However, after half an hour he laid his books down. He went to he bedroom window and stared out in the garden. There she was, one of the girls, looking like sunshine to his eyes! Somehow, he thought of her as just fake, though, fake just the same!

But he stared at her for two minutes, while she undressed and started amusing herself with with a tree, as if it were a partner. He slowly started to realize that she was high.

He looked at her again, an everlasting intercourse, it seems, he giggled to himself. Then, after a while, he began thinking, again, about his own experiences with being simultaneously high and drunk. “It's not very easy,” he said to himself, “to always act normal with them in you!” Now he saw her mother approach the young girl at the tree. She looked at her and said something.

The girl turned around. Seemingly she saw her and perhaps also the two other girls that had accompanied her there. Now Thomas saw that one of the girls was holding a camera, and the other girl was approaching her.
  

In Thomas' School

Two days later, in school, Thomas saw the girl who he had observed in the corner of his mother's garden alcove. She was reading something that seemed to be English litterateur, and he asked which course she was taking. “I'm studying for a B-major in Classical English Litterateur,” she answered.

He hesitated.

Then he said: “I saw you in my mother's garden the other day.”

She looked up, now with a smile on her face. “Oh! So you're Samantha's son, huh!” she said to him.

He smiled back. “Yeah, I'm her son alright! ... Now, how bout you and I go see each other after class?”

“Where?” she enquired.

“How bout behind the bus-stop shelter?”

“I doubt it that we finish class at the same time.”

“How bout at one a clock? Are you finished then?”

“No I don't think I will be. Now, if you excuse me, I have to finish my chapter.”

He left her as she returned to her studies.

He went to class, sat down and started looking through his homework. He managed fairly easily now to recall almost all the Spanish vocabulary he had sat with at home last night. After only two minutes, the bell rang, though. But he felt fairly confident that he would be able to answer any question fairly thoroughly.

After the lesson, he went to lunch. There, again he saw that girl from the garden. She watched him, while slowly eating a big baguette sandwich. He looked back. Where she was sitting, there were four other girls. There were three free chairs. One was right in front of her, so he went to it and said: “Oh, so we see each other again!”

She smiled. “Sit down,” she said. He did and opened his lunch bag, smiling smugly.

Her smile turned into a smug as well, and she asked; “Do you wanna go fuck in the girls' room? I can bring one or two friends too, if you you like that!”

He smiled and said: “Yeah, why not! ... But what is your name, actually?”

“Eve.”

The girl on Eve's left looked at Thomas with a curious grin. “How, come,” she asked Eve, “do you want all three of us too fuck him?!”

Eve smiled at her. “Oh, he's just the son of that woman I've been working for since a while.”

“Oh, it's him!” Looking at him now with a nicer smile.
The third girl, who sat right next to the second one, now opened her mouth, “What if we try to pay for ourselves by having him seem the victim of circumstance, just like we do ourselves, occasionally?”

Eve gave a smile and the other girl giggled. “Yeah,” Eve responded. “Yeah, let's do that rather thoroughly, so that we all can be as innocent as we used be!”

The girl who had asked almost giggled at this, but it came out as much as a snort as a giggle, though. But she immediately responded by saying: “OK! Let's go there in five minutes! I have to finish my tuna-fish sandwich first!”

“Couldn't we add another two minutes?” Thomas asked. “You know, I haven't quite begun yet.”

“OK,” she giggled.

After a while the three girls went to their side of the lavatory, to check if the coast was clear. It was, and they called in Thomas. After one more minute, they were in a small changing room chamber, for girls with their period, all four of them undressing. He now rose to a level of excitement that was rather impressive for his three companions, and Eve, who had already finished undressing, started fondling his big thing. The other two girls soon did the same. All three of them were ecstatic about this new, male, sex partner, although they had all had very many asking for their companionship. Forty-five minutes later they all put on their clothes again. One of the girls peeped her head out the door, and asked someone why she was standing there. This someone said: “I'm on my period and need to get in there!”

“There are three other rooms for it, you now!” the girl looking out hissed at her.

Seemingly she left, because after twenty seconds, the girl looking out looked back in again, and said: “Yeah, it's OK now!” and they all left the lavatory area.

She had not been completely right, Thomas noticed, in that three girls were standing in line for a visit to a toilet. But he smiled at them, to let them know that he was a good one, and this seemed to work, he observed. ...
  

In the Editing Room

Thomas' mother was editing her porn films. She had arrived at an obscure scene where two girls had an encounter by a toilet. Sitting there, she wore her usual jump suit with the exactly as far down as usual. She tried to have it seem as though the girls were casual, but at the same time naturally aroused. She watched the same episode three times before deciding to let them have a go at each other before becoming casual.

During a pause, she opened her zipper a little more so that the top of her pussy was a bit visible. She slid down her hand and thoughtfully began masturbating. It seemed to work for her every time. She was as lesbian as the men buying her stuff were heterosexual. So after she had finished to another orgasm her editing became fluent, and she got preoccupied by it.

After a while, her son saw her from behind, doing the digital editing that she tended to prefer nowadays. He had just sneaked in through the door behind her. Looking at her, he noticed that she was into trying to pretend to be smart at film editing.

After a while he said to her: “How come they don't seem to be into sex in the usual way, mom? As it seems they are just trying to be funny or something!”

She looked up at him. “Do you notice that I'm working in here?!I mean have you ever heard of knocking!?”

“Yeah, but I noticed you were editing and I tried to sneak in to see what this film was going to be like. ... Perhaps I can help you a little?”

She sighed. “*Oh, sonny! You don't know the first damn thing about doing it! Or have you had any experience of it in school or something?”

“No, but I can have the faintest idea of where you're coming from. I am your son, you know. So I can somehow figure out where you're going to crash, I think. ...”

She looked a bit stunned now.

“Crash, you say!?”

He looked at her. “Yeah, I think you might think you don't take this as if they were to be absurd in this so called porn film! But I know a few porn movies that really made things real for a while!”

She sighed again. “Any suggestions, then, sonny?”

“Right now, mom?”

“Yeah, why not?!”

“Oh, OK, I think you should pretend as if something about that they were not alone when they began. That way they could all seem realistic, at least in some sense.”

“I don't believe you know what you're up against, sonny!”

“Oh, no?!”

“No, sonny, you don't!”

“Why not mom?! I'm into the realism of school work, you know, and an ordinary social life among fellow students there!”

“So what!?”

“Because, why don't you see that they as well as I could be cool to have for this stuff!?”

“You know what, Thomas, you're cousin Theresa is, I think, just about as obnoxious with aunt Lily! You to should get together and make you own porn movie I think!”

He looked thoughtful while asking: “How do we get together about it, then?”

“Oh, Lil and I can arrange that!”

“OK, mom. I mean, OK I guess.”
  

Thomas and Theresa

Two and a half weeks later, there was a scheduled meeting for Thomas with Theresa, at Theresa's mom's place. She was half a year younger than he. They lived fairly far from each other, so they hadn't really been happening to run in to each other. Nor had they even met on many holidays or so.

Theresa lived with her mom in an apartment in the city. Downstairs from it, there was a studio, which Theresa's mom rented now and then. But it was unavailable right now, they were informed.

Instead, Theresa and Thomas looked at each other and began filming each other's sexual expression. In the beginning of this, they did so in Theresa's bed room. After a while, he climbed into her bed, and asked if she cared to join him for a fuck.

“Yeah, why not, she said,” and quickly put the camera on a stands and focussed it on just about the whole bed. While doing so she added: “But don't pull those damned sheets over yourself!”

He exposed his body by removing the sheets he had just covered himself in. He then lay himself on the back, fully visible, and she climbed up on top of and over hi, letting him be in the foreground for this little film sequence. Shortly thereafter she began masturbating him, until hi came. She was seemingly satisfied, but he did not find this very interesting. “Why didn't you ride me?” he enquired.

“Because, I wanted you on the screen,'” she said.

“Oh, that's what we're supposed to be, huh?!”

She looked surprised. “Yeah!” she said. “Didn't you complain to your mother about her not wanting the penis in the films?”

Now he looked surprised, and looked at her. “No I didn't!”

She was almost baffled by this. “How come, then, did your mother send you here?”

“Because I was interfering with her strategies of editing, so that she got angry and wanted to get rid of me!” he answered.

“Is that all!?”

“That's all there was to me! But now that it's said, perhaps we should be into that there was a problem with the films that I wanted to address to her!”

She sighed. “Oh. What?”

“It sucked at being anything of realistic, I think.”

“It did?”

Now he sighed. “Yeah, it really did!”

“If so, why are you and me undressed like this, as if we were in an unrealistic film or something?!”

With that they started dressing and exchanged laughter at their whole situation.
  

The New Deal

“Elizabeth!” the man shrieked from the street in front of Thomas' and his mother's house.

She stood herself at a front window and opened it.

“What the fuck is it?!” she yelled.

“You're contract with the company is about to be renewed! You need to come see some people with me!”

Elizabeth now recognized the man and his car, which was parked just behind him. “Alright Roger! I'll be there in a minute or so!” She put on some shoes, grabbed her hand bag and went out. When locking the door behind her, she imagined that her son's attitude would be coming up at this meeting today, though she didn't find there to be much sense, actually, in believing it. At the garden gate she saw Roger in his car with some other fellow. They had the back door opened for her. She went in.

“I see you have that suit again!” Roger said and giggled. “Oh, but it's purple today! Haha!”

Elizabeth resented him a bit for that laughter, but didn't say anything.

“Oh it looks excellent!” the other guy proclaimed.

She sighed with some relief.

“I find it actually to be attractive in the sense that it seems cosy without seeming too decent,” the other man continued.

Elizabeth looked at him. He looked like about forty-five and probably was it. She didn't care for him except for that his comments relieved her from his partner's sarcasm.

“I know,” she said. “I mean that's why I wear it. But your buddy seems to be into pointing at things as an excuse for his sarcasms, isn't that so, Roger?!”

Roger giggled again. “Well, determine that for yourself! For now, I'm just gonna drive you to his office.” He indicated the beside him.

After ten more minutes they had parked the car outside a small office building and gone to the third floor of it. The man who had sat beside Roger now seated himself behind a desk that seemed to indicate he actually was the boss.

“OK, facts on the table,” he said. “You're sales have been dropping a little, so I hope you will comply with this new image to be having: There's a whole new area to exploit in emphasizing on that sadism of yours!”

“Oh, that,” she said, a little bit indignant.

“Yes that,” he responded. “I see that you're not totally sure about things right now, are you?”

“Sort of. I really sort of am,” she answered him just a little bit sneeringly.

“Then look at these!” he said, while pushing a button. A few seconds later a young woman entered with a few pictures for her. She was dressed in a familiar looking suite that exposed her body as the victim of a sadistic ritual. Elizabeth shuddered a little.

“I can see that her suit looks almost like my own!” she remarked.

The girl responded by opening up her cleavage a little more, so that the breasts were exposed. “look at them,” she said, but indicated the pictures in front of Elizabeth.

She glanced downwards at the the pile of them and saw the first one portraying two girls with stern faces and black lipstick. They were not doing anything, just standing there looking sadistic. Elizabeth turned to the next one, which portrayed them in a starting ritual. Then she glanced at the boss in front of her, who seemed curious about her reaction.

In a sense she now felt relieved over that this was her style of sadomasochism. In another she felt, still, that they wanted to manipulate with her. She glanced at the girl beside her for comfort, which she found in her eyes, which were very solemnly sarcastic, somehow, in a way that suited her sense of what was going on. She looked at her and said: “So, what if we make some sadistic movies of this kind? Is that for the purpose of seeming meaningful or something?!”

She chuckled a little, but didn't say anything. Instead she turned her head towards the boss, indicating that he should probably be the one to answer that. But he looked at Roger, instead, who, in turn, just shrugged.

No one said anything for a while. Elizabeth turned to another picture, then another one. “Yes,” she thought, “Yes they're my kind of porn!”

Then she turned towards the young woman beside her and asked her to indicate for her if she wanted to have sex with her.

“Sort of,” she answered, and continued: “I don't really feel like getting into private stuff no, though! Or do you mean that we screw on the film?!”

“I meant either!” Elizabeth chuckled.

“On film yes,” she said. “Yeah, that's a cools thing!”

“I figured you would,” Elizabeth said without smiling.

The other woman looked at her. “Alright, let's go for that, then!”

The new contract was signed twenty minutes later, after which Elizabeth had go home by bus. She was not content, but happy about that the young woman smiled at her thoughts of having her in bed privately. But now she was going home to her son, a son who also seemed to view her as this old fogey, just pretending to be young. “Perhaps she also knew about the plastic surgery and tuff that keeps me young-looking,” Elizabeth figured. “Perhaps the two of them could be alike.” With that she decided to test that on him.
  

The Issue

When home, Elizabeth met Thomas, who had just returned from school. He shook her up a bit by mentioning that he had just taken an HIV test, which turned out positive this time. “I haven't been thoroughly keeping myself from the girls you've had here mom!” he said with a bit sarcastically.

“Why, sonny?!” she almost screamed at him.

He looked startled. “Because I saw at least one of them in school a few weeks back. Then she and two of her friends let me screw them during the lunch break. After one week I came to think about the HIV thing, and tested myself. The results came today.”

She looked very offended, upset and angry. “How dare you offend me by pretending I haven't been protecting you from that disease of mine!?” Her eyes had narrowed when she said it, so that he got sort of frightened by her.

“But mom, she just was really glad to be fucking me that's all!”

She looked a bit nonplussed and looked at him. Then she said: “I have raised my kid in order to make him a clean member of society, then he turns to me with this!”

On this remark he thought she might be speaking to God or something, but not quite him.

She continued scolding him, though: “You think you have a remark about my quality of film, and then you ruin it all by sarcastically screwing those girls that shouldn't be screwed! Who do you think you are?!”

Thomas looked at her. “I don't think you have to scold me anyway, because I almost wasn't very horny about them!”

At this she silenced for a while. But then she continued insulting him: “You little pretend something of a son to be proud of!” she said as if resenting him for offending her with an insult about her wages or something. “I have raised you to be cool and hardy. I've rased you to be smart in school, too. But also, I have raised you not to deal with my business as though you were capable of it,. when you aren't!”

He looked thoughtful for a while. “I was not capable of staying away from the HIV you also have contracted in that filthy business of yours. True, mom. But what does it matter to you that I've contracted the disease you already have yourself!?”

At this she looked very indignant. She began crying and then burst out: “You aren't what you're supposed to be if you don't leave it to me to do that business!”

He looked at her outfit, sort of as if seeing it for the first time. It was dark purple, and somehow it said to him that she was admirable, strangely enough. Then he looked at her mouth, which spoke to him words he now didn't tend to hear. The lipstick was dark red. Her eyes matched her lips due to the eyeshadow, which was faint, but in that same reddish colour. The eyeshadow itself was not faint if you didn't look precisely at it because it somehow reflected the mouth so much that one tended to feel it was stronger than it was. She was in that sense extremely stunning.

He swallowed. “In a sense I don't know what you're about, mom!” he burst out at last.

“I think you should know, son,” she said at length, “that I don't like being among ordinaries. But you know that I can cope with them, which I did today by pulling up my zipper for the bus ride I had to go through after a meeting with publisher of this so-called porn I'm producing.”

“Oh, today, huh!”

She looked at it. “Yes, indeed it does say so!” she said thoughtfully.

She chuckled a little at this. “Yeah, today, sonny!”

“Oh, then that's Jenny's father who they took you to! She said he was going to meet my mother soon! ... Actually, mom, the test results have also shown that she was the most likely one to have had the disease first. Second most likely is Eve, it says.” He indicated a doctors manuscript that he held in his hand.”

“Do you know what? They made me sign a contract about exploiting my sadomasochism!”

He looked stunned. “Are they going to study it then, mama?!”

She chuckled at this. “No, only sort of, sonny!” she said with a smile.

She now turned towards the window and looked out. In the yard she some raspberry bushes, and they were almost ripe. She turned back to her son and said: “I'm sorry I scolded you! It's not you and I who should be quarrelling!”

“I agree, mom!” he said with a smile. “But do you know what? All three of the girls have been bragging for me that their parents are real top-notch gangsters! So although they're exploiting you and tempting me into contamination, I really can't say we're sure to have the revenge we need against them!”

“I think we can, sonny. I think we can!” his mother comforted him.
  

Arranging for Vengeance

In her room, Elizabeth planned an offensive against Roger and the other man, and with them their daughters. In the process, she was studying their strategies of having business seem to be an interest of hers. In that she was making a sadomasochistic film for them, she figured, she would be able to have it they had manipulated her to be a sadist.

Her son had, presumed the police, caught the HIV from a girl whom she suspected, was coworker of the people who had made her sign that contract. In this, she had two alternatives to consider, she thought. The first one was to have it they all are scum who seduce people into catching that kind of a illness. The second was to let it seem like they tried to have her seem acquainted to them by ordering her and her son to have sex in ways they would never otherwise. After pondering for a while she preliminarily chose the first one.

As an excuse for seeing things as the way they did up until now, she had that they were really smart at having her seem like an imbecile, though hardly in an official sense, which troubled her. To the extent she had to prove her point, she was able to respond to them as though they didn't find it in her to be smart at sadism. It was not that they were always mean to her, but they were almost always too predominant for her to like them, and the act of seeming innocent in that context didn't seem too difficult at all to her.

Therefore, she was working on her eyeshadow. It needed a fragrance of innocence to it, which she was able to do by tinting it with green, and blue, occasionally. It would not look too different from the one she had been sadistically using in order to seduce young girls into being sexual for movies. But it would still have her seem fairly impossible as an exploiter herself, thus leading the police and such to view the top gangsters as the ones actually responsible for all the exploitation.

She was going to wear one of her black jump suits for the occasion, with the zipper the same way as usual. however, she was going to tint her navel with a very slight green colour. This would be visible but not seem too for her, since she was famous for being into tints of colour and very smart fragrances that caught the people's eyes on screen. It would also seem suitable for her so to speak adaption for the betterment of society. She dared presume that this would be sure to catch their interest in her as an aspiring revealer of the truths about the mafia-ruled contexts she had been in for at least the last two decades.

As to smell, she wasn't very famous for it, but was into a fairly rich blend of smells that she cultivated in her fairly large garden. There, too, she would take care to tint the fragrance to seem very innocent. This she would also wear one time in church, which she rarely visited otherwise, and where she, of course, would have her zipper shut. ...

Her son would have to be correct in his attitudes about girls and not mention too much, nor the wrong things, about her doings with the girls in the garden. He should be careful to call her an artist, and to absolutely resent calling her a porn creator or so. Her sister, should be careful to view herself as an artist too, and her daughter as well should show at least some resentment against anyone who associated her mom with porn. Also they should both stay loyal with the family, and think of the gangsters as the reason for any difficulties in doing so and at the same time for any notions of this family not being very very much more worth it than they are themselves.
  

Judgements

A few weeks later, soon after church, Elizabeth went to a park nearby, where she sat down on bench by a playground, where three young children were playing. She casually observed two of them, who were girls, the third one not waking her interest. She did not dare to pull down her natural zipper very much, of course, since the girls' mothers might see it. But looking at one of them, she felt assured that she could pull it down jut enough for there to be an obvious woman in her.

Another mother, seemingly the boy's, looked at her when she did it. She stood up after a while, and slowly began coming near her. Elizabeth smiled at her. She faintly smiled back.

“Does this offend you or something!?” Elizabeth asked, indicating how her cleavage exposed that her breasts were rather soft an curvy.

“It doesn't precisely offend me,” the lady answered. “But since there are children here, you should close that dress again!”

Elizabeth observed the lady watching her, while she slowly closed it. In the sense that she was beautiful, that lady too, she was alright in having asked her to do so. Elizabeth wanted to tell her that, but felt afraid that she would become judgemental about it. So instead she asked her to sit down and talk for a while.

The lady did. She sat down and said her name was Sally, and that her son Jonathan shouldn't be exposed to female exposures so much. “After all, he is only three and a half,” she added.

“Is that the same age as those two girls?” Elizabeth enquired.

“Just about,” Sally said.

“I can't imagine what there is to be said about that children should be harmed by my exposure of some curves, as there are not so many sins that are committed without the taboos that go before them!”

Sally sighed at this. “Yeah, I guess, but even so there are norms to uphold, and we all need to stick to them!”

Elizabeth sighed too. “Those norms are what's ruining their natural view of things, so that we can point out the sins for them as such! Don't you see that the norms per se are the sins. It's they, not the breaking of them, that is the actual cause of moral decline!”

Sally giggled. “Oh! You really think that's the reason for the decline we face when we're sinful!?”

Elizabeth sighed again. “Yes. Really, it's better if they see it all - or most of it actually! ...”

Sally at her suspiciously. “I don't mind that stuff you're saying if it's only about me! But I do mind that there aren't any ways to have society treat it that way! Therefore I feel that we shouldn't be allowing it anyway!”

While they were talking, the girl mother who Elizabeth had not been looking at had come close enough to hear what she was saying. “You mean to allow her cleavage or something, right?” she asked.

Sally giggled. “Yeah, that's what I mean!” she said.

Elizabeth smiled at this, but now she got worried about that she wouldn't be on time for the encounters with the officials about Roger and the others. So she excused herself and left. “Good bye, girls!” she said happily. “And take good care of them for me!” She indicated the three children.

“Good bye!” they answered.
  

Elizabeth's Media

Before going to church, Elizabeth had fragranced herself with roses, orange blossom and a number others among her favourite scents. Most of those (including the mentioned two) were among the ones most commonly used in the perfumes sold in her exclusive boutique. That is, when visiting church, she avoided being as extravagant and mystic as usual.

She knew she caught peoples solemn interest and for that appeal to grow on them she had added some extra smart attitude about her. She also had seen to it that there were reporters for a women's magazine there, though without them sensing her being there for their presence only, which she managed to by seducing another reporter on their magazine into saying to one of them that “Elizabeth Siwderland will be there at next mass.”

Her chosen jump suit was clear green and solemn enough in its appearance to let people in on her as a rich woman who really needed repentance. It's natural zipper was of course shut as to not really show any cleavage, but her curves showed through very solemnly and with an aura of sincerity. It was not a mistake, because the reporters did see her there and convey to their magazine what she looked and seemed like there. They did not interview her because they had been told that she was not ready to take the stands on what she was remunerating.

The day after, she trotted along the avenue back home with an aura of familiarity with doing things for the benefit of God. This was very unusual for her.

Why she didn't think about the sins of her past was rather hidden. She had in fact seduced both the priest and the media to support her to view herself as an extremely innocent woman. Therefore, she thought of herself as not at all guilty for sins that she had very enjoyed committing. The rather few sins that she really had been forced to commit, and perhaps even not enjoyed, were definitely hidden from her present appearance, and she knew it. From now on she could view herself as superb in the Christian sense, too, along with all the other ways she was smartly into viewing herself as an absolute essence of yearning.

From now on she was absolutely solemn about that in media she was to be viewed as a victim of the gangsters that she had been exploited by. Thereby she could from now on also view media as the channel of her esoterics of charm in the most esoteric way, as with Christ, but with a woman's confidence about her body. She would reveal her contract with the gangsters as an uttermost exploitative manipulation on their part. This was not really so, but she would reveal it as such in the media, and they, the public, would swallow.

Her son would seem to be their victim too, because from now on she would make him seem like the victim of their daughters. It was not she who would seem to have exploited any one of them, although she had. Rather, she would have been their servant about their fathers hopes for them. This might be, she thought, the most difficult part of all. Because she, like her son, were exploitative in their nature, and they would have to stay away from being it quite constantly from now on.
  

Elizabeth's Porn Movies

With new enthusiasm she indulged herself in making porn. The rumour of her to be innocent wasn't to be seen here. On the other hand, there was to be a certainty, sort of, among the viewers, that she, the maker, wasn't really intent on viewing this as the right way to express oneself.

In the old days, Elizabeth's movies sold much because the interest in them seemed to be genuine. It was a smart enough strategy for rather huge profits, for both her and her 'benefitter', now to be called her employer, she thought. Now they should seem to be weird to the public, in the sense that the new ones portrayed a woman who was never content with having to work for those people. Therefore she added to the new ones an attitude of hate for not being seen as who she was - at least not up until now!

It is not, she figured, the smartest way to make a profit, if only from the movies, but she felt sure that it was smart enough to keep a business going, so they wouldn't be able to sue her for breach of contract. It was smart for her not to smartly be into none-profit in either sense, neither in the porn business nor in her business of suing the porn distributors. It was probably, she thought, neither smart nor stupid, in the sense of her quite exclusive perfume boutique.

The sadomasochism was going to be extravagant, just like they wanted it. Both they and the people who'd pay for watching it were probably keen on seeing it. Thereby she was also able to possess their spirits form either hating hers or possessing it. This made her very content with what she was doing.

She naturally participated in almost every movie she made. It was not at all because she had been forced to, by anyone, but it was because she knew that her bewitchment was very effective that way. It was true, though, that she occasionally did feel a bit to exploitative of her own sex. But, at the same time, she felt reassured that spell on people around her was too effective to be dealt with as though there wasn't an attitude to be had from those defending her sex. This was both in the sense “of her gender” and in the other sense. ...

Today she was going to break loose on some other girls than those previously exploited. But she would do it with a wink about that her sex was threatened by those men in the mafia (or so-called) that produced her videos. Exactly how she would see when she filmed it, except for that she would be really excited in that they would not be able to say to themselves that she really wanted to have them seem guilty.

In the film she was now working on, she indulged herself in showing that she was quite frightened by thought of being apprehended as not interested in sex for the sake of benefit for male people. In order to be innocent-looking, she wore a (slight) tint of dark red, instead of her ordinary blue and black, for the film. Similarly, she tinted her actresses with an edge of purple and their would-be aspirations were tinted with green instead of yellow.
  

Elizabeth's Background

From the age of eleven, miss Elizabeth Siwderland had been horny about things unreal to the authorities around her. In the sense of mischief, she was very often trying to have people around her seem hornier than herself. In class, she used to study her tendencies to seduce the other pupils thoroughly enough to be able to bed them after class. In doing so, she also got help with her homework, which she would not have managed otherwise.

In trying to seduce the teachers, she tried to have them look as though they were into trying to seduce her. This she did to both male and female teachers. And she was successful to the extent that she was able to ruin three careers before finishing school, which she did after the eleventh grade. That is, she did not get the diploma; it would have been a nuisance for her.

In her further career, she stepped into the business of changing porn movies into art. She was already viewed as a smart person at doing this when she was still only seventeen. It had by then been quite a stir about her films in her home town.

To be able to continue selling her movies, she regarded herself as a person of humility, so that she would more easily be viewed as the best type of partner for most distributors. Before she turned twenty-five, she had bought the villa she lived in today. Nowadays she also owned estate as far away as Brazil. This estate she used mostly for recreational purposes, apart from which she also made some porn movies there.

The father of Elizabeth's son tragically died in a traffic accident soon before the son was born. For this reason, Elizabeth drew some benefits form the welfare office, and seemed to manage on this, while she was making extreme fortunes on films. Those films were not to be viewed as for her own benefit, but for her employers. Also her estate and her houses were off record to the extent they needed to be for the welfare officers to react, usually. If one (only) of them they did, this person usually had some kind of an accident before telling the others, and if several were onto it, they could usually be set aside by some kind of structural change at their work place.

When her son was five, Elizabeth began very thoroughly see to it that he didn't try - nor even happen - to become distinct as what he was, the son of a very rich porn-extravagant female. It was not she who should be viewed as anything but a female of the most humble kind. And he was not to view her as different from what their parents might have been in her circumstances.

Meanwhile, she had been studying herbs and flowers for her perfume-to-be. At the age of thirty-seven she opened her own perfumery, settling for that the welfare benefits were out of date. From that time and onwards, she saw herself as an extremely superb type of woman.

Even as We Read this Novel

It was even when I write this, even when you read this, she does her tinting of her skin and her other tricks in order to stay away from attention to her extravagances. Her sexual appeal still poses a threat to everyone around her, and many others whom she reaches by media. Her enemies among the producers were not as smart as they thought they were, but they still managed to reprise her for what she had thought they wouldn't understand about her. That is they did see that they lost partners and such due to the articles in the media that she was officially not responsible for, though they could see that she must have been behind them in one way or another. This reprisal was to have her seem like a cynical manipulator of media, which she somehow hadn't thought of as their strategy. This lead her to present herself as very very insecure about how to present herself, which drew the attention from her about it.

But for the sake of being for real this time, she is not from this world actually. Because she is a witch, and such things do not exist. They are all fairy-tale nonsense



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