Chapter 9: The Real Adventures Are The Friends You Might Fuck Along The Way

“This is absolutely insane.” Misty said as she finished reading the introduction booklet.

“Jenny are you sure that this place is real?” Tso also added as she thumbed through the testimonial booklet.

Misty Farber and Tso Abella were Jenna’s best friends since high school. Misty was an anthropology doctorate and athlete, with a fit body that featured many tattoos. She was an army brat, born and raised in Brooklyn, and it showed in her tenacity and temper. Tso just finished at the top of her class at the Fashion Institute of Technology and was currently in between design jobs. Her Japanese and Colombian ancestry gave her tan skin and a cherub like face. Contrary to the erratic and often controversial designs in her fashion, Tso was a shy wallflower who was more comfortable reading a romance novel then going out on weekends. They have been roommates in some way or another with Jenna ever since they were teens, and besides her parents, she trusted them with any kind of secret.

So, while her parents went into the city for work, she called them up and asked them to drive out to Lustmoore for their advice on this situation. She already knew her parent’s side of things, but even after her Father and Mother went over the information in the package with her, she still had her doubts. No surprise of course, their reaction to The Factory welcome packet was exactly what she thought it would be.

“I know, but yea it is real.” She reassured both of her friends.

The welcome package her father unveiled contained Three book pamphlets that covered all aspects of how The Factory operated and what it was. The first was a short history of the facility. It hit all the points that her mother gave; The pharmacists buying the land in Mexico, continuing research on volunteer locals and then themselves, and eventually changing the operation to a resort that catered to the wayward soul with enough drive, and A LOT of money, looking to not only become more confident and successful in live but be able to fuck like gods.

The second was a testimonial booklet that had several Graduates lauding what The Factory had done for their lives. Jenna was genuinely surprised at the vast swath of careers that Graduates went on to occupy. They had testimonials from both men and women and in variety of jobs from politicians, athletes, doctors, professors, and many more. It was a little jarring when the next page featured the top earning exotic dancer in the country and a 15-time AVN award winning porn star, but they were treated with the same reverence and importance as any of the other careers. The last page of course was her Mother, dressed in a stunning three-piece power suit that looked painted onto her bombshell curves. She moved past that one pretty quickly though, she still had a ways to go before she could let that urge take over her again.

The third was a checklist of things you needed to send to The Factory for approval. It was very comprehensive. **** even. They wanted a fresh physical, blood reports, tests for a battery of diseases both normal and sexually transmitted, psyche evaluation, criminal background, your previous jobs, an IQ test, your transcript records, and on and on and on and on. Mom was not lying when she said they only take the best of the best, this vetting was more intense then some high security government gigs. It also included the total cost of attending, and the pricing of some of the infamous “upgrades,” her mother described, and shown to her live. It was. A LARGE sum.

The fourth item was one that was specific for her. It was from a woman named Beth Scottsdale, which her father explained was the Head of Curriculum at The Factory, sort of like a Principle. It was a hand-written letter, ascribed upon high-quality stationary. Beth skimmed over it a tenth time while Misty and Tso gave the materials another look.

Dear Jenna,

My name is Beth Scottsdale, Head of Curriculum here at The Factory and Graduate ’89. Let me say that I am absolutely thrilled that you are considering joining your Mother and Father in taking the life changing journey of the Graduate program. If you choose to come down and join us, you will be the first second generational candidate in the history of the program, and if what your father has told me about your intelligence and drive then you have the potential to be one of the greatest Graduates that we have ever produced.

Know as well, that we (myself and Dr. Robert Williams, Head of Medical and Graduate ’94) have looked over your chamber schematics and results. We consider it not only a potential boon for The Factory, but as a century defining innovation. I promise you that if you join The Factory, we will fund the entirety of your research and pay you an extremely competitive wage to complete it.

Also, do not worry about the tuition or upgrade costs the package describes. Your participation will be a full ride with us. It is the least The Factory could do for the daughter of two of our best Graduates. If you have any questions, don’t hesitate to contact me by my card enclosed in this letter. I cannot wait for the moment when we meet face to face, and you are on your way to being our next Graduate!

Kisses,

Beth Scottsdale.

“Ok, pros and cons,” Misty said in her heavy Brooklyn accent, “Pro, your parents came out of this place and they are two of the most awesome people I know, they are paying for everything, and they are funding your work that you have been slaving over for years. Con, you become a sex terminator.” She said the last one with an obvious flair of sarcasm.

“I am more curious about what they want to do with your work. How does your regeneration machine fit into a place that is so specific to sex?” Tso asked as she put the testimonial material back in the box.

“I am not sure. All that I know is that my parents said they are not kidding when they say they will give me any funding I want. Dad said that years and years of successful Graduates have given the factory very deep pockets, so if the project interests them, money is not an object.”

“Yea I got that vibe from this quote sheet. What kind of person can afford tit implants that cost eight thousand dollars?” Misty said with a shocked look on her face.

“Depends, have you looked at my Mother’s chest?” Jenna cocked an eyebrow back at Misty. She knows that she has before, Misty is many things but subtle bi-sexual is not one of them.

“Damn calling me out right off the bat like that.” She laughed as she got up to get another cup of coffee.

“Jenna, we can say whatever you want, but, this all comes down to you. What do you want to do?” Tso pointedly said to her. She was always the steadier of the two, and she always knew how to work out problems with both of the,.

What did she want to do? That was the question of the hour, wasn’t it? Ever since she saw her Parents indulging in Will and Carla Austin, it felt like something had awoken in her. A dormant feeling that had always been there but waited for the right moment to blossom. There was also that dream she had, the field of Tulips. That figure standing on top of the hill, gesturing out to her, it almost felt like it was leading her down this path. Then again, there was the academic in her that said this seems like a terrible idea, it was a massive amount of change to take on…but if you don’t change you never move forward.

“I. I think I am going to do it. I just have this nervousness about it. Like you said Misty I get to do my work with no restrictions, but am I the type of person that can have sex with 350 people?” She pondered.

“I mean shit, if they are all going through this vetting process too, why not?” Misty said.

“Misty!” Tso said with a shocked look on her face.

“What? Mr. and Mrs. Franklin went through here and they turned out alright. Better than alright as we can now see. From an anthropological standpoint this whole thing is fascinating. It is a heightening of human sexuality by taking negative sexual tropes and bending them into weapons for these Graduates to use in both intercourse and everyday life. Plus, carefree, and phenomenal sex with smoking hot men and women at any time? I wish I could go with you!” Misty replied, while sipping on her coffee.

Jenna realized something in that moment. Maybe, that is exactly what she needed.

“Hold on girls, I will be right back.” And she went outside onto the dock to make a phone call

“Both of them? Are you sure they want to join UP DAMMIT!!” Bob Franklin shouted. He yelped because Marsha was on her knees below him giving him a surprise lunch date blowjob in his office. She noticed that he took a phone call and did not appreciate his attention being on anybody but her, so she bit a tiny bit onto the bell end of his cock.

“What? No JENNA, I just stubbed my toe.” He said making sure to relay to his wife who he was talking to. Marsha apologetically nodded and went right on happily bobbing up and down her husband.

“I know that Beth wont be able to justify free rides for two more candidates to the board, no matter what standing we have. Can they afford to go themselves?” We wavered as Marsha tried out some old tongue moves from their Factory days. It almost made him cum like a fire hose, but he held firm.

“Ah, I see, well…hold on one minute Jenna,” He said as he put the phone on mute and tapped his wife on the head, “Pause for a sec baby.”

Marsha whined as she shot up and shoved her precum laced tongue down Bob’s throat, her pussy dripping all over his swanky carpeting.

“I know, I know, but listen. Jen said she is going to go to the factory but on one condition; she wants Misty and Tso to come with her as well.” He got out in between sloppy tongue play.

“Her friends? I mean that would at least give her some people to lean on. It is more than either of us had when we were in training.” Marsha said back as she just instinctively slid her husbands’ cock inside of her and began slowly rocking back and forth on him in his chair.

“Problem is though, she knows they can’t afford it. So, I had an idea.”

“Bob Franklin, I will hop off this dick and leave you with blue balls if this is another midnight phone call scheme.” She asserted as she ground a little in a circle.

“No nothing that cliché. Why don’t we pay for them?” He asked while twisting Marsha’s nipples, eliciting a surprised yelp.

“Well...We do have more than enough to do that. If it helps Jenna be at ease then that is a big plus. Both of them have qualities that The Factory would kill to have so I doubt they would get turned down. Look at that my love, you actually came up with a splendid idea.” She said as she leaned in for another wet kiss. She then got off his cock and bent over Bob’s desk, twerking her ass in his face, “For your reward, get over here and fill my ass, I have a 2:30 meeting and I need to be at the top of my game.”

He didn’t hesitate as he went all the way into Marsha with one solid push, he resumed the call as she moaned beneath him.

“What! Dad you don’t have to do that!” Jenna said into the phone, trying her darnedest to block out the obvious background noise of her mother moaning in ecstasy. The main problem being that that sound was now turning her on as well.

“I mean, I don’t know what to say.” She continued while tearing up. There go her parents again, going out of their way to ensure she was happy.

“Yea. I will let them know. I’ll see you when you guys get home. Tell mom I said hi. Dad I can hear her. Yea. That obvious. Goodbye dad.” She hung up the phone and walked back inside.

“So, I gave my parents a call. They can make it possible for you to go here with me for free as well.”

Misty and Tso stared back at Jenna. Yea, that was about right.

“If I am going to go through with this, having you guys watching my back would make it easier. I mean, we have been friends forever. I can think of no two people I would want at my side more. It is completely up to you to come with me, but the option is now there.” Jenna finished as she sat back down.

Misty and Tso exchanged a look.

“Fuck yea.” Misty replied immediately.

“Misty! At least give this some thought before you just agree to it. You do realize what this will require us to do right?” Tso admonished.

“You and I get to accompany our best friend to the University of Cock, Balls, Pussy and Tits for free, where we will have to subject ourselves to the absolute **** of a miracle **** cocktail that will basically make us demi-gods, a curriculum designed to make us into bedroom wizards, a variety of hot and guaranteed clean partners to fuck and complete transformational makeovers where we become sexual tyrannosaurs like Mr and Mrs. Franklin? Yea I think I can take that hit. Plus, this whole situation is an anthropological treasure trove.” Misty said right back with a smirk.

“Yea, and that we might end up having to fuck each other.” Tso said straight faced.

“So? Both of you know you are like sisters to me. I am willing to take this leap for Jenna, and if that means we might end up fingering each other then I am cool with that. Same with you Tso, you think I forgotten that one party where you decided to attack me in Ed Carpenter’s bathroom?” Misty said with true sincerity.

Tso turned bright red. Fully cherry tomato.

“I was drunk, and you know it! Ugh, why do you make everything so difficult,” She moaned as she flopped her head onto the table, “Fine. I am in too. A fashion job is not popping up any time soon and the connections this place offers may change that. I’ll watch your back Jenna, plus we have to keep this one from getting herself killed.” She gestured to Misty as she returned a obligatory middle finger.

Jenna smiled and felt a warmth in her chest. Suddenly it didn’t seem like such a big mountain to climb.

“Well, that is settled then.” She got up and hugged both her friends. In that moment she knew that it was time to take that step forward, change may be scary but in her soul she knew this was right.

No turning back now. The Factory awaits.