Cards on the Table

"What here. I've got something you need to see." Dashing up the stairs myself, I grabbed the gun from it's super secret hiding spot, under my pillow, and brought it back downstairs.

"Mark...how much money did you spend on that knock-off prop?"

"No, Rachel, this isn't some piece of junk." Jayne spoke up. "This thing is amazing, you really need to listen to Mark on this. I know it's hard to believe, but it's all real."

With my friend's doubtful nod, Jayne and I spent the next couple hours going over how I found the gun, what it does, how we think the switches work. Rachel's doubtful. Which is completely understandable. I've seen the gun in action and I still have trouble believing it myself.

"So, you're saying the person hit with the beam doesn't remember what they were, or looked like before, unless they're physically touching?"

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"What? Why are you two so quite all of a sudden?"

"Well, you see, for that test, we went a little beyond just touching..." I stammer. I don't know why I'm suddenly shy. I just spent an absurd amount of time detailing how I had ended yesterday fucking a goth mom while her Jayne went clam diving on her cookie selling daughter.

"BECAUSE I WAS SUCKING HIS DICK!" Blurts Jayne. "That test was my idea. I really didn't think it would work, just that it would make him look silly while having his dick sucked. Figured it would soften the blow."

"Wow..." Rachel is lost in thought thinking about what we've just told her. At this point I'm expecting her to thank me for offering my place, but suddenly she wants to find a hotel. "I want to see this in action."

"WHAT?" That was completely unexpected. "Rose...what? Really? This doesn't seem like you. At least not sober you."

"So...about that. I know I always seemed a little straight-laced, but I've always been a bit kinkier than I let on. And my name is Rachel."

"How so?" Jayne couldn't help but ask.

"Well, for starters..." Rachel rose out of her chair, flipped her dress up and shifted her panties aside.

Suddenly, my mouth feels like an arid desert. "That...that is definitely not what I was expecting. Didn't you break up with that lacrosse player because he was really insistent on anal?"

"Things may have changed a bit. Either way, yes. I want to test the gun. Either of you volunteering?"

I'm shaking my head vociferously, Jayne merely responds, "No thank you. I'm rather partial to this body. For now."

"Well then, any ideas?"

"I got it." Grabbing my phone I start dialing. "Guinea pig will be here in less than thirty minutes."

Well, almost. 15 minutes later than advertised, a beat up sedan pulled up outside. As the greasy teen ambled up the path, staring at his phone the whole time I handed the gun to Rachel, "All you. Simple point and click interface. Oh...and maybe don't have your eyes open when you fire."

Rachel didn't even give the kid a chance to open his mouth. Before he could quote the price, she leveled the blaster and pulled the trigger.

"Owieee...my eyes hurt!" That was definitely not the voice of a teenage boy.

"Thanks for the pizza, but unfortunately you're 15 minutes too late." Rachel said as she took the pizza.

"Oooh nooo...I'm going to get in trouble for being late! Can you please let it go? Plweease?" The blonde at the door was about to break out in tears.

"How about this. I'll pay you for the pizza." Jayne said as she got off the couch, the girls eyes lighting up. "But if you want your tip, you'll have to come back after your shift is over. To earn it."

"Ooh, yes! Of course! I'll be by in a couple hours, I promise." And with that, the delivery girl skipped back to her car.

"Okay. I'll concede. The gun works."

"Well, yeah. But...who did you use it on?"

"Neither of you remember the delivery boy?"

"Delivery boy? That's just the normal delivery girl. You were kind of harsh on her, don't you think?" I press Rachel, as I take the gun back from her.

"Wow...you really don't remember the delivery driver from before the gun blast. This is amazing. Okay, I know what we need to do next with that gun. After pizza, that is."