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Subject: {ASSM} Story: Dating Service, ch 1 (mc, inc) by Jafar
Date: Thu, 24 Jan 2002 18:10:04 -0500
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                             Dating Service

                    Copyright (c) 2000-2002 by Jafar




Summary: mind control, incest, Mf, minor ff
Veronica finally decides to try one of those dating services, and they do 
make
her into a successful date --  several men, including her boss and ex-
husband
try her out and pronounce her one hell of a hot time.

See No Evil: Contains sexually explicit and politically incorrect
material. If you shouldn't be reading this, or if it might offend you,
simply stop now.

Legalese: All actors and actresses are over the age of consent. Proof
of age is on file. Any similarity of any character, event or place to
any actual person, event or place, is purely coincidental. This is all
fantasy, and the actors are all professionals  --  do not try any of
this at home.

Archiving: You are welcome to discreetly repost or archive this, just
do not change it, steal from it or claim credit for it.

Author's Rambling: An older story. Wade through chapter 1 --  the story
starts to pick up with chapter 2.

Have fun!



                               Booty Camp
                               ----- ----

(Monday morning)

Veronica sat at her kitchen table, eating toast for breakfast. She
turned the business card over in her hand again --  EZ Dating Service,
it read --  but she just wasn't sure. Elsbeth certainly was sold on the
place, but Veronica just ... hadn't made up her mind yet.

"C'mon, Ronnie," Elsbeth had said yesterday. "It's been two years since
you dumped that bastard of a husband of yours, and you haven't been out
on a
single date!"

"I'm enjoying my freedom, El."

"You've just got permanent cold feet, girl. You're what --
thirty-eight? You're still beautiful, but you're not getting any
younger. What was that study a few years ago? You'll be more likely to
die in a plane crash than to marry again if you don't hurry it up.
Besides, Doug has been flaunting floozies all around town for months.
It's like he's bragging about the divorce
--  I won! I won! Show him how many heads YOU can still turn, Ronnie!"

"That's not my style, El."

"What is your style, then? 'Loser'? Come on! You're beautiful. You're
just shy. Try this place. I did and I love the results."

Veronica had looked at her friend sideways. "You really do? You weren't
too ... embarassed? To go to a place like that? "

Taking Veronica's hand, Elsbeth had said, "Ronnie, I really do. And I
think you really will as well."

Veronica turned the business card back over. It wasn't that she NEEDED
a date. Though, it did get a little lonely at times. And she didn't
want to get into a
competition with Doug. He, of course, was doing everything he could in
a game to "beat her" at the divorce, a game of his own making. She just
was glad to be out of the prison cell the marriage had been.

"Hey, Mom," Samuel said as he came in the kitchen.

"Good morning, Sammy."

Samuel poured himself a glass of orange juice, grabbed a bagel, then
sat at the table and began eating.

"When do your classes run to today?"

"Mmmm ... Calc III is my last class of the day --  it's over at 3:00."

"Veronica smiled. "I'll get your schedule straight by next week. It
always seems to take me two weeks to get it memorized." She took a sip
of coffee. "Have I mentioned how proud I am of you?"

"Not yet this morning, Mom."

She took another sip. "Well, I am. Prouder than I can ever tell you."

"Thanks, Mom. I'm pretty proud of you, too."

"Really?"

Samuel looked up at her, surprised that she would even question that.
"Really, Mom. Not everyone would have the courage to divorce a
vindictive jackass like you did. Not everyone can go out and get a job
making what you're making. And none of the other moms have ever been as
pretty as you."

"Thanks, sweetie. It's good to know you feel that way." She took
another sip of coffee while Samuel returned to his bagel. "Would ...
how would you feel if I were to date someone?"

Samuel looked back up again, smiling. "Mom! That would be great!"

Veronica smiled. "Really?"

"Yeah! I know you have to get lonely sometimes. And the pressure of
supporting both of us --  I'll ask again, can I -- "

"No. Your studies come first. During the summer, maybe, you can get a
job, and we'll both support our little family. Until then, your classes
need to be your primary focus, so you can hang onto all those
scholarships you have. THAT is how you help support us."

"Yes, mother," he mocked. "Seriously, though. I think it would be great
if you were to see someone. Is there anyone particular you have in
mind?"

"Not yet, sweetie. But I'm thinking about it. I wanted to make sure it
wouldn't bother you."

"No, not at all, Mom. I think it would be great."

"Well, you have an eight o'clock class, don't you, young man?"

"See? It doesn't take you two weeks to learn my class schedule."

"And I have to get to work. I love you." She kissed him on the
forehead, then grabbed her purse and headed to the car.

                               ----------



At 9:00, Veronica steeled her nerves and called the number on the
business card, "EZ Dating Service." Surprisingly, the woman that
answered sounded quite intelligent --  not like a bimbo at all. She
guessed that would teach her to prejudge places like that.

The woman said that they needed an initial interview, and that they had
an open time slot this afternoon. She encouraged Veronica to come then,
and though Veronica wasn't sure about taking the afternoon off with
such short notice, she finally relented.

"See you at 12:00, then," the woman said, then hung up.

Ronnie printed off two spreadsheets she had been working on the last
two weeks, then took them in to her boss, Mr Engel.

"Thanks, Ronnie." He took them from her. "Oh, you have both sets of
figures complete! Excellent."

"Yes, sir. I stayed late last week to complete them. Also, could I take
off this afternoon? Some things have come up and it would be good if I
could."

"Sure. What came up?"

"I ... uhm ..." Oh, what the hell. Whenever Ronnie fibbed, she usually
got tangled up keeping the stories straight later, so she might as well
tell the truth unless there was a very good reason not to. "I'm ... uhm
... going to an initial interview with a dating service."

Mr Engel smiled. "Those can be quite useful, so I am told. May I ask
which one?"

"They call themselves EZ Dating Service."

Engel's eyes lit up. "Oh, I've heard of them. They are supposed to be
quite excellent! I'm sure that they will provide you with the best
service! Wise choice, Ronnie. Yes, of course, take off the afternoon.
And any other time you need for them as well. Lord knows you've been
putting in some extra hours around here."

"Thank you, sir."



Ronnie left on her lunchbreak at 11:00 and drove downtown, trying to
find the place, which turned out to be the penthouse suite of the
Baxter-Harbert building.

"You must be Ms Wilson," the receptionist greeted her.

"Please, call me 'Ronnie'."

"And I'm Tiffany. Welcome, Ronnie. We're glad to have you as part of
our family."

"Well, I'm still getting used to the idea of working with a dating
service."

"And you feel a little embarassed. I wish it didn't feel so awkward to
ask for our assistance. We have hundreds of clients, and we match them
up by computer with similar interests and personality dispositions. You
would have to spend eight or twelve hours a day, meeting people all the
time to even begin to meet the matches we're going to find for you. I
say, let's use technology! We can make our lives better and richer with
it, instead of more mechanical and less meaningful!"

Lots of catch-words, Veronica noted. She hoped this wasn't all just
hype and propaganda, or she would have wasted her money.

"I have a few forms for you to fill out, and a couple tests --	they
just measure your interests and traits. Then I'd like to show you a
video that explains our goals and approaches. And then you get to begin
meeting people scientifically matched to you."

"Okay, let's get started, I guess."



Veronica spent the next hour and a half filling out forms and picking
'a' or 'b' or 'c' or 'd'. It was almost one o'clock when the paperwork
finally stopped coming and she was feeling slightly fatigued.



Tiffany led her to a back room. "Sit there," she pointed to a chair,
then pulled a tape from a drawer and placed it in the VCR attached to
the wide screen television.

"Wow, this is a really comfortable chair," Veronica remarked. "We ought
to see if we can get some of these where I work. Except we might fall
alseep and not get any work done.

Tiffany walked behind the chair and put her hands on Veronica's
shoulders. "Now, I want you to just lean back and relax and look for a
moment at the test pattern."

Veronica did as she was asked, then felt a sharp sting from the air gun
at her neck.

"What!?"

Tiffany put her hands back on Veronica's shoulders. "Just relax and
watch the screen ... relax and watch the screen ... just learn what it
teaches you, Veronica ... learn ..."

                               ----------



After an hour, Tiffany went in to check on her subject. Veronica was
leaned back in her chair, her eyes wide, still staring at the blank
screen where the orientation tape had just ended.

"Hi, Veronica. How are we doing in here?" she asked brightly.

Very slowly, Veronica began to blink. Then she shook her head slightly
from side to side. "What ..."

"Hi, Ronnie. You just finished our first orientation tape. How do you
feel?"

"My mind feels ... soft ..."

"Pliable, doesn't it?"

"Yeeessss ..." She shook her head to clear some of the haziness out of
it. "What--  what are you doing to me?" she asked slowly.

Tiffany slapped the dildo prop she was carrying into the palm of her
other hand twice, then set it on the counter when Ronnie's eyes moved
to it.

Ronnie pulled her gaze from the sex toy. "What are you doing to me?"

"We're fixing you up, honey. Improving you. You want to be a really hot
date for your men, don't you?" And for your women, Tiffany thought.

Veronica realized that her eyes had travelled back to the dildo. She
licked her lips then looked back at Tiffany. "I don't ... I don't
understand ..."

"Don't worry, you don't have to. Ronnie? Ronnie, stop looking at the
cock on the table and look at me."

Veronica looked from the dildo back to the blonde receptionist.

"What are you, honey?"

"I'm ... I'm a business woman."

"And?"

"And ... a mother."

"And?"

"And ... and I'm one of EZ Dating's specially prepared hot dates. And I
... I, uhm ... please, I need to-- " She reached and grabbed the dildo,
then brought it to her mouth and sucked in the head. She shivered,
letting her eyes shut, and a low moan came out of her mouth as she slid
the artificial cock in and out of her mouth.

"Tastes good, doesn't it?"

"Mmmmm-hmmmmmmm!" she nodded, still sliding it in and out.

"That's a good girl." She stepped behind Veronica and took a vial from
the counter. "Okay, I'm going to put a couple drops of medicine in your
eye, sweetheart. Just lean back and open wide." She placed three drops
of the solution in Ronnie's left eye.

Tiffany walked to the VCR next to the screen to swap tapes.

"What ... (slurp) ... are you ... (slurp) ... doing to me? ... (slurp)
to my mind? (slurp) ... why ... (slurp) ... am I ... (slurp) ..."

"Ssshhhh. You just relax. Just lean back and watch what this next tape
will teach you. Just learn, Veronica ..."

                               ----------



An hour later, Tiffany went back in to check on her subject again.
Veronica was leaned back, wide-eyed, lightly licking her lips.

"Hi, Ronnie. How are you feeling now, sweetie?"

Veronica blinked, then turned her head to stare at the blonde
receptionist. "I am ... so hot."

"Well, then! It's good I brought you this gift, isn't it?" She held up
a sheer lace teddy.

Veronica still laid with her head resting on the back of the chair and
smiled. "For ... for me?"

"Mm-hmm."

Veronica reached out in slow motion and took it. "For me ... how nice
... how sexy ..."

"Well, try it on!"

Smiling, Veronica pulled herself up to the edge of the chair. "Could
you ... could you turn around ... I don't want you to see me ..." --
she dropped her voice to a whisper --  "... naked."

"Sure," Tifanny smiled, but continued watching her subject.

Veronica unbuttoned her blouse and slid it off, followed by her bra.
Standing, she almost lost her balance and steadied herself with the arm
of the chair, giggling. She unzipped and dropped her skirt, then slid
her panties down.

"You're ... you're not supposed ... to be looking," she giggled.

"I know!" Tiffany whispered conspiratorially. "Isn't it naughty!"

Veronica chuckled, then tried to step into the teddy without losing her
balance. She finally managed, then pulled it up and slid the straps
over her shoulders.

"Well ...?" she smiled.

"You look HOT, girl!"

"Thank you. But ... uhm ... but-- " Veronica looked off into space.
"I'm not ... I don't usually get naked in front of girls ... I don't
... I don't usually dress in lingerie ... not during the day ... you
... you're doing something to me ... doing something to my mind ...
aren't you? ..."

"Yes, Veronica. I am. You are going to be so SEXY when I get done with
you! Now sit back in the chair. We have some more work to do."

Veronica moved back into position over the seat, then relaxed and
dropped into the chair. "But ... but what if I don't want ... to ... be
changed? ..."

"That doesn't really matter too much, now does it, sweetie? Now lean
back and open your eyes wide." She placed three drops of the solution
into Veronica's other eye, then walked to the VCR to change the tape.

"But ... I'm a mother ... and a businesswoman ... and ... and I don't
WANT ... to be changed ..."

"Ssssshhhh. Just learn, Veronica. Just sit back and learn."

                               ----------



Another hour passed.

"Hi, Ronnie!"

Veronica's eyes popped open. "Hi, Tiff!"

"How do you feel?"

"Like you've just fucked my brain over! I feel ... good!"

"Not many inhibitions left, are there?"

Veronica moved her hands to her own boobs to cup them. "Noooo. This
feels good!"

"Look what I brought you!" Tiffany held up a pair of red five-inch
heels.

"Oh! Thank you! Let me try them on!"

Tiffany held them out to Veronica, who took then and put them on, then
stood and slid the teddy off her body and to the floor. She walked
across the floor, wearing only her high heels, then turned to face the
blonde. "Well? How do I look in them?"

"You look hot! Now, what are you, sweetie?"

"I'm just a whore --  now that you've gotten done with me!"

"Come back over to the chair, sweetie. We have just a little more
training."

Veronica walked back over to the chair and laid in it, nearly naked.
She opened her eyes wide for Tiffany, who placed three drops in the
left eye.

                               ----------



After another hour, Tiffany checked on her subject again. When she
walked in, Veronica had one leg hooked over each arm of the chair to
spread her pussy wide, and she was leering at the blonde. "Hi ... sexy
... little ... tart ..."

"Hi, Ronnie. How do you feel?"

"Like one hot, steaming rag of sex ..."

"That good?"

"I have dribbled fuck juices all over the seat of this chair ..."

"That's okay. That's what the chair is for. What are you, Ronnie?"

"I am your hot fucking bitch ... I am one swollen, blood-engorged cunt
of a
pussy ..." She moved her hand towards her crotch. "Oops! Did you see
that?! That finger just slipped right in!"

Tiffany smiled. "Did it now?"

"Whoop! There goes another one! Oh! They're both squishing up around
inside me! God, that feels good!"

"Wait'll you try your asshole."

"Hungh?"

"I said lean back. I need to give you one more dose of eyedrops."

Veronica leaned back, and when Tiffany leaned over to place drops in
her eye, Ronnie grabbed and sqeezed one of the blonde's boobs.

Tiffany placed the three drops in her eye, then asked, "Are you
enjoying that?" as Veronica continued to sqeeze.

"Oh, fuck, yeah! You are such a hot little piece of blonde ass!"

"Why, thank you, Veronica." She stepped away to change the
videocassette. "You just absorb your lessons one more time, sweetie."

                               ----------



Veronica heard the tape click at the end and begin rewinding, and she
opened her eyes.

What had happened? She must have fallen asleep.

She blinked a few times, feeling groggy.

She hoped that it wasn't an omen that the orientation tape bored her to
sleep!

Gathering herself, she walked back out to the front area. "I'm sorry,
Tiffany. I must have fallen asleep watching the tape. I hadn't realized
how hard I've been pushing myself lately."

"Oh, Ms Wilson, you ARE here late. It's six o'clock." Tiffany smiled
back. "Well, I'll tell you what." She walked to a file cabinet and
pulled a video tape out of one of the drawers. "I'll give you a copy to
take home with you. Watch it at your convenience."

"Thank you, I will. And I apologize about falling asleep."

"Oh, no problem. Hey! Look! You already have your first hickey!" She
pointed to a red spot on Veronica's neck. "How did that happen?"

"How did what happen?"

"There's a mirror over here. Did you scratch a mosquito bite?"

Veronica studied the mark. "I must have, I guess."

"Well, you watch that video, and hopefully in a couple days, we'll have
some excellent matches for you."

"Thanks, Tiffany. I will."

                               ----------

Samuel was concerned about his mother getting home so late without
calling. He had prepared dinner, then kept it warm in the oven. She
ate, though not much.

"I'm sorry, honey. I'm just exhausted. I think I'm going to clean up
and go to bed."

"You go right ahead, Mom. I'll get the dishes, then study a while, then
I
think I'll be going to bed too."

"Goodnight, sweetie."

"Goodnight, Mom."

Within ten minutes, she had washed her face and was lying in bed. She
fell immediately asleep, but had a long night of bizarre, sexual
dreams, none of which she could remember details of the next morning.

                               ----------

                              (To Be Continued)

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