Back to the future.

Her arms were tired. She looked to either side of her to see two dull-eyed men staring forward blankly as she gave them both unenthusiastic handjobs. She was in an opulent bedroom, sitting between them on the bed.

"My arms are tired." She spoke to the woman in the center of the room, who gave her a sympathetic smile.

"It's ok, darling. You're almost through-"

Just then both men shuddered and released their seed in unison. It arced in front of them and splattered on the floor a few feet in front of the woman. She made a face and called out, "We're finished with these!"

Another man walked into the room and took the nude men by the arm. As he was turning to leave, the woman stopped him.

"This isn't getting us anywhere. Vanessa deserves the world, not however many people she can jerk off in a day. We need to figure something else out."

She spoke. "Who are you people, and who's Vanessa? Where am I?"

They turned to her and the man spoke. "You're Vanessa, dear, and we are your followers. I'm Jonathan, and this is Marianne. We're discussing how to help more people get to know you."

She thought for a second. "I don't think I know anyone. And that name, Vanessa - it has no familiarity to it. Are you sure that's who I am?"

Marianne spoke to Jonathan. "See? She's not a goddamn workhorse. There's got to be a better solution."

"If you've got one, I'm all ears."

Marianne smiled. "I was hoping you'd say that." She grabbed a stray hair off the couch. Vanessa reached up to examine her locks and realized it must be hers. She didn't know much about this body. Glancing down, she was impressed. "Wow, I've got amazing breasts."

The woman (what was her name? It started with an M.) nodded in agreement before swallowing the hair. The man looked taken aback, but the two nude men gave no reaction.

"What the fuck was that, Marianne?"

The woman (Marianne?) responded. "Just bring the next one in. I want to test a theory."

The man disappeared, leaving her with Marianne and the two unresponsive nude men. She looked around and realized she was in a lavishly appointed bedroom. "Um, sorry. I'm confused. Who are you, and where am I?"

Marianne smiled sympathetically. "You're with people who love you."

The man returned with another nude person, this time a woman. She stared blankly ahead as he led her into the room and stood swaying where he left her. He moved to take the two men by the hand, but Marianne stopped him.

"Wait, I want you to see this. If I'm right, this could solve all of our problems."

Turning to the naked woman, she guided her to the bed and sat her down. The woman remained silent and docile, meekly going where directed. Marianne took two fingers and gently placed them between the woman's legs. As she began to work, the woman's breathing grew heavier and her cheeks flushed.

"What the fuck are-" the man tried to speak, but she cut him off.

"Shhh, watch this." In less than a minute the woman was panting and moaning low, and very shortly she reached an anticlimactic orgasm.

"Now give her back her will." He started to protest, but she cut him off again. "Just do it."

The man frowned and furrowed his brow. After a second, the nude woman seemed to come alive and yawned. She looked down and squeaked, pulling the bedsheets around her. "What the fuck? Why am I naked and who the fuck are you... um..."

The woman trailed off when they made eye contact. She looked startled for a moment, then smiled. "Who is this? My God, she's... she's perfect! Ma'am, what's your name?"

That was a good question. "I don't think I know. All I know is I'm sitting around with a bunch of naked people and-" she looked down, "I've got a great rack. But I don't know who any of you are."

The woman started to move toward her but suddenly went slack again.

"See? All someone needs is a little bit of dear Vanessa here in them for it to take effect. If we start subdermally implanting hair, fingernails, whatever-"

"We can create a self-propagating army!" The man said, looking equal parts surprised and delighted. "My God, Marianne, can you imagine?"

The woman smiled. "You know, I think I can."