AI Era: It's All Fake

"What do you mean it's fake?"

"It's all fake Alex. Synthetic and produced with AI."

"All of it?" I asked again incredulously.

"Well not absolutely all of it, obviously. The grainy amateur stuff with blurred camera effects and ugly people -- that's probably real. Likely to be some poor girl who got bullied by a boyfriend into filming at her most vulnerable. But all the other porn you've ever seen has been generated by content developers with AI software."

The revelations from my new boss Cherie hit me like punches to the face. I was utterly flabbergasted. This was my very first day on the job and I wondered what other surprises lay in wait to ambush me.

I had been a software developer for most of my working life. Unfortunately, my career path hadn't followed the fashionable fields of web development and user experiences and instead I steered my career towards highly technical specializations. When I say "steered", that overstates the truth because I simply fell into my first job and stayed there ever since.

Deep in the lowest levels of your operating system, software called drivers shift bits and bytes between registers to enable one piece of hardware to interface with another. That's where my knowledge base resided -- the no-mans-land of assembler language where machines instruct machines at the lowest level. It is fundamental and extremely dull.

Over the years I became skilled at my role but spending day after day converting instructions into binary formats would become so boring that I frequently needed personal attention breaks. On the hour, I would excuse myself to visit the end cubicle in the men's room for some light relief and a dopamine hit. Hell, if smokers got breaks for their addiction, then why shouldn't I get some time with my favorite porn and the chance to jerk off?

I know that I should have kept up to date with other aspects of information tech, but I was so focused on the grind of coding hardware drivers that I didn't really look up. Whenever I wasn't working, I immersed myself if the pleasure of online porn. Stills, chat rooms, live streaming, polished clips and gonzo scenes - I loved and watched it all.

My supervisor and mentor, Vic, eventually worked out what was going on and he told me that my professional growth had stalled and suggested that I should branch out to new challenges. They weren't sacking me, but there was nowhere to move within our small organization. Vic had lots of contacts from his pioneering years in software and he gave me a few names.

I decided that a complete change of pace was warranted, and Vic recommended me to one of his contacts at JiggyTech. A bit of online correspondence, a hastily prepared CV and a couple of weeks later I was offered a role as a Content Developer. Honestly, I didn't even know what that position entailed, but I was confident that it wouldn't involve endlessly chasing zeros and ones. I knew that JiggyTech was a diversified multimedia giant with an enormous capitalization and a darling of the stock market, but I actually didn't know much more about them. I guess that Vic pulled a few strings because I won the role without any real experience outside of low-level coding.

Finally the days of drudgery would be left behind! The road ahead was filled with exciting prospects of new technologies, clean code-bases and stimulating multimedia projects. The following Monday, I dressed in my best chinos and tee shirt and arrived for my first day on the job with high expectations.

I was excited to learn that my new boss would be female, and when Cherie turned up to escort me to the induction briefings I thought I'd won the lottery. Cherie was a sexy mature woman, perfectly groomed with long brunette locks and sporting a gorgeous, trim figure. I followed her down the hallway ogling at her short skirt and admiring her shapely legs, imaging the pair of us coupling on the boss's desk after hours.

As she talked me through my induction, I began to understand what a content developer really was. It was a software specialist who harnessed AI to make porn. Through all these years and across all of the porn that I watched, I had genuinely believed that it was all real. I had dreamed of meeting the actual actresses and working my way into some fan scene.

Cherie's revelation brought the walls of my reality crumbling down.

She must have detected the disappointment and disbelief written large on my face.

"Yes, all the porn that people watch, and think is real -- well -- it's not. It's all generated by studios like this." She gestured to the warehouses beyond the window.

"Wow." What other reaction was there?

"Think about it. How many people do you know who have starred in porn? I mean that you know personally?" she quizzed.

"None."

"And how many distinct individuals do you think you've seen in porn on screen through the years? Thousands?"

I nodded in agreement, embarrassed to admit that the number was more like millions given my utter addiction to the medium.

Her logic continued to prove the point. "And you've never come across any of them, in real life, in clubs or bars or on the street, despite you living here in LA -- the home of adult film -- for your entire life?"

"No." What she was saying was true. I had never seen a porn star in the flesh, so to speak. But perhaps I was just a recluse who didn't venture outside frequently enough.

"OK, look at it from another angle," Cherie continued. "Of the women you know -- the females in your work and social circles -- how many of them do you think would engage in pornographic sex acts? How many would be that promiscuous and allow themselves to be filmed for all the world to see? How many would apparently enjoy it?"

She could see the gears crunching in my mind.

"None right?"

I mentally rattled through lists of all my friends and acquaintances and both of my ex-girlfriends. Females were rare in the occupation of assembler coding, even in these times of equality, and the few that I had encountered were geeks beyond compare who seemed completely asexual.

My mind shifted to the membership of my social tennis club. At home I'd watched porn with contrived story lines and I dreamt of a scenario where a rival mixed-doubles team would burst into my locker room with a spurious dispute before the argument descended into an orgy of fit naked bodies fucking on the floor. I had to admit that there was no chance that a scenario like that would ever materialize and in reality women at the club spoke with distaste about the prospect of having to put out for their partners.

I realized with disappointment that no girls that I ever knew had proclivities like porn actresses. Women in the real world were always far more demure and subdued. Actually it was not just a case of inhibitions, women downright exhibited disdain for the acts that I loved to see on the screen. Even if they were offered a paid engagement, there's no way in hell that any girls I'd ever met would seek out sex, let alone initiate adventurous sex or have it filmed.

Cherie looked hard at me with an unflinching gaze and it felt like she was reading my mind. She exuded an expression that said "Of course real women don't enjoy that shit, and don't get any ideas that I'm into it either."

Initially I thought that it would be a titillating thrill to have a female boss. Standing here now, talking sternly about synthetic porn and innate male desires, I felt kind of dirty, almost like getting the birds and bees talk from my mom.

Cherie had it right. There was a total disconnect between what I saw online and what I experienced in the real world. People had been saying it for ages -- porn is not real life -- but I never realized the dissociation was so wide.

The idea of making porn through synthetic channels made complete sense. Everyone is kept happy and no-one is made to feel uncomfortable. But I had no idea that the technology for creating video with AI had even progressed so far.

"So it's like deepfakes?" I asked.

Cherie guffawed. "Deepfake? Humpf. That's a pretty basic tech. We reached that level of sophistication decades ago."

Cherie explained that the industry had turned to technology very early on. "The tech just follows the money and the cashed up porn industry has always had access to the best tech and AI. The rest of the world is only just starting to catch up."

I imagined what it would be like in the JiggyTech workplace when I finally got to start work. I pictured a creative studio of nerdy tech directors and desktop servers doing the grunt work to create video and render photo-realistic graphics. My heart sunk when I realized that the sexy film-set with cavorting naked actors that I'd always pictured was not even a real thing.

I was having trouble completely letting go of my prejudices. Surely it was not all AI. Surely some of the older stuff was real. And what about the big stars?

"Is it all AI?" I asked again.

"I thought we'd been through this already."

"Yeah, but what about, say, Angela?"

Cherie smiled. "Oh yeah, Angela. She's great isn't' she? She's one of ours - a big success. She's actually my invention but your colleague Miguel does Angela's deployment."

"But she's a real person too right?"

"No."

"What about the AVN awards and all that? I've seen her at conferences and fan events."

"Have you been there in person?" Cherie interrogated like a cop.

"Well, no, but there were heaps of people in the crowds and it was on TV and streamed live. You couldn't fool all of those people surely."

"All synthetic," replied Cherie confidently. "The crowds and audience and everyone. We do all that. Miguel is a busy guy with Angela. Shootings, films, live events, interviews -- we develop it all. The AI fills in the gaps, crowds and all."

I felt deflated and couldn't tell if it was because my mind was blown or my heart broken.

Cherie laughed. Your naivety is very cute Alex. Angela is not a person in the flesh but she's as real as you or me. She's got desires and needs. A personality. A backstory with a family. She has good days and bad days. A dog. A star sign. Everything that you and I have. I know because I did her basic design."

It crossed my mind to quip that neither of us had the massive tits that Angela possessed but I suppressed that comment.

"It's just that she's housed in the digital world whereas ours is in this physical construct." Cherie waved to the space around us.

I was amazed that the rest of the world didn't know this giant secret. Maybe they did but they chose to ignore the truth. I honestly felt a bit dumb.

"Fortunately, we've got the development studio which lets us bridge the two worlds. Do you want to come and see it? Are you ready to visit your new workstation? Let's go and meet some of your colleagues." Cherie smiled reassuringly. She ushered me out of the briefing room and down brightly lit hallways that joined the various parts of the complex.

My new boss swiped us through endless whooshing doors at hallway intersections until finally we arrived at a grandiose doorway to "Dev Lab One". The lobby opened to a cavernous room that extended as far as I could see.

Within the giant hall were clusters of circular working zones. In the center of each zone was an oval table with six chairs neatly tucked in. At opposite ends of each table stood two inert slender video screens that looked the shape and size of full body mirrors, set a few feet back from the table. We approached the nearest work zone. A few workers at distant work zones shuffled around silently, going about their business without acknowledging our presence.

Bundles of loose paper were stacked messily on the table which I perceived as a big technological contrast. Set well back from the table was a ring formation of car-sized capsules that looked like hibernation pods from Sci-Fi movies where people sleep on long distance spaceship voyages.

"This is where the magic happens," Cherie announced proudly. "Well half of it. The other half of the magic trick happens in the server farms. We workshop content as a team around these tables in the traditional way. The whole creative team meets here -- producers, writers, the content developer and we usually invite the talent to contribute."

Cherie shifted to the opposite side of the table and shuffled some paper around. She placed her palms flat on the table and as she leaned forward I caught a momentary glimpse of her tantalizing cleavage which translated immediately to a pleasurable twitch in my cock. I imagined her leaning all the way forward on the table while I would move in behind her, hitch her skirt up and ram her from behind.

My daydream was interrupted as the lights flickered at one of the nearby capsules, red transitioning to green and a hiss emerged as a large curved lid depressurized and hinged open.

Cherie looked up as the pod came to life and instantly I knew that her eyes caught mine staring longingly at her chest, before I managed to quickly glance away. She didn't convey any sense of annoyance, instead offering me a subtle, knowing smile.

"Speak of the devil, it looks like someone's session has just wound up," Cherie stated as two toned arms emerged like tentacles from the depths of the capsule, gripped the sides and hauled out the frame of a handsome naked man. He reached to his crown and peeled off a pale latex cap that appeared to be decorated with small yellow discs. A shock of dark afro hair bounced free.

"Miguel, put some clothes on dude!" exclaimed Cherie in the tone of a scolding mother, shielding her view from the impressively heavy member dangling between his bare legs.

"Ha-ha, sorry Cherie," laughed the man as he clambered out of the pod to join us. "I was just finishing off a scene. You said whatever works, right? And naked works for me!" He grinned as he gathered crumpled garments from a messy pile beside the pod. The hall fell silent as Miguel dressed himself but he glanced tentatively between Cherie and me, obviously expecting an introduction.

"Miguel, this is Alex," Cherie said in a welcoming way. "He's joining our team today as a new Content Developer."

"Welcome man," said Miguel sincerely, extended a hand. "Who are you working on?"

"We haven't decided that yet," interrupted Cherie.

"Sure," Miguel nodded. "Well there's plenty of opportunities, whoever you get. I'm sure it's gunna be a lotta fun!" Miguel's face lit up with a thought. "Oh Cherie, we still don't have a replacement for Nate. Alex could take over Adriana's content! Unless you want to just keep her in retirement, that is."

Wow! Adriana could only mean one person. What an honor that would be! I swooned at the thought. I knew her every curve, her every hole. That would be a dream come true. This new job was turning out to be the best move I ever made.

"I'll think about it Miguel," responded Cherie drily.

"If you have the environment all configured, can you show Alex around the development studio?" Cherie requested.

"Yeah sure," acquiesced Miguel. "Alex come over here man," he gestured and drew me toward the capsule. I peered inside to see a dark fabric interior with a reclined seat and touch panels built into the walls.

Miguel pointed to the latex cap that he'd flung on the seat. That's the mindcap interface, and if you need any additional options they'll project above you on the lid. Those are the panels for any physical controls, but you probably won't even need them once you get the hang.

Whoa! This it was not the concept of an IDE that I was accustomed to. In my world the development environment was a text editor with smart autocomplete, error detection and color coding of the variables. This was like something out of the future and to be honest I didn't really understand much of what he was saying.

Cherie must have detected my confusion, and suggested, "Why don't we test it out? We'll run a scene to give you a taste. It won't be anything polished, just a sample to give you an idea of how the process works."

I wondered how often Cherie got involved in the development of the porn and if she engaged in any of the virtual sex, and raised the question with her.

"Don't be stupid Alex. I'll do the production and operations management, but I have no interest in the content itself. We talked about this before didn't we? It's just not a thing for real women."

"Well sure, let's give it a go," I said enthusiastically, intrigued to know what my future career looked like.

Cherie guided the conversation, obviously being experienced at the routine of coordinating content production. "Miguel, you and Alex come up with a story line. I'm thinking about ten minutes of content. Something easy for Alex to get his head around."

"Sure," replied Miguel. "Let's go with a FFM threesome."

I was excited that on my first day I was going to work on the content for some famous stars, or maybe I was even going to direct it. I looked around the room.

"So who is the male star?" I asked.

Miguel and Cherie laughed out loud.

"Why it's you of course," said Cherie. "What else where you thinking?"

"Well, I -," I fell silent at the latest surprise of the day.

"A threesome. Are you sure?" Cherie questioned.

"Why not?" Miguel replied. "He looks like he can handle it."

"OK, you asked for it," Cherie replied and began furiously tapping and scrolling on her phone.

Miguel dragged an oversized blank sheet from the pile of paper on the table and held a black marker, his hand hovering anxiously over the page. "Location -- any preferences Alex?"

"How about a tennis club locker room?" I blurted, recalling my earlier fantasy.

"Ooh, I like it," said Cherie, not looking up. "Very traditional. OK. I think this talent will be good for you. Their algorithms and behavior are well trained so they'll know how to guide you along." Cherie pointed her phone towards one of the tall monitors and flicked her finger on the screen. The electronics sparked to life and a high definition image appeared with the unmistakable naked figure of Riley Reid.

Oh my God. She had been a target of my desires ever since I can remember. Riley gave a cutesy wave and a little shimmy of her chest. "Hi everyone!" she announced. I didn't know how to respond apart from an awkward grin.

Cherie pointed her phone toward the other monitor, flicked again and the naked form of Lulu Chu appeared. She stood unashamedly naked in front of us with her trimmed pubes prominent and her pierced nipples sparkling. In recent times I'd acquired an obsession with Lulu and so often I'd imagined myself in the porn clips with her. Now that she was here in front of me I realized for the first time how truly petite her little frame was, and how much she really set my pulse racing.

"Hi Miguel. Hi Cherie. Hi Riley." Lulu greeted the attendees in turn with a smile and a wave.

"Welcome to the shoot Lulu. Say, have you two ever worked together?" Cherie asked, looking from screen to screen.

"Umm," the girls sounded in unison, hesitating.

"No," I interjected adamantly. I'd seen the entirety of their catalogs and I knew they'd never appeared together. If they had, I would have known about it.

Cherie looked surprised at my confidence.

"No, I don't think we never have," confirmed Riley. "It'll be a pleasure to work with you Lulu." She did a cute curtsy.

"I'm a big fan of yours," Lulu gushed in response, with a face of admiration directed at Riley's screen.

Cherie took charge in the natural way that leaders do. "Lulu and Riley, I'd like you to meet Alex." The virtual girls blew me virtual kisses in unison. "This will be Alex's first attempt at content development. Please help him along with the scene. Miguel will talk you through the storyboard."

While I'd been mesmerized by the presence of porn stars, Miguel had been scribbling furiously, and now he held aloft a large sheet of paper with lines segmenting four distinct frames. I was amazed at how quickly he had worked to achieve such impressive sketches. There were clearly identifiable representations and instantly I knew how this clip was going to unfold.

"Act 1," explained Miguel pointing to the top left panel and arcing the page from side to side to show everyone, including the two virtual attendees. "Locker room with Alex, despondent at losing the game. Smash your racket if you like Alex. Your tennis partner Riley comes into the room. Tennis whites, short skirt, thong, singlet, braless. I want to see those nips Riley."

"Sure," Riley replied upbeat.

"She's really sorry that you lost the finals. It was important to you Alex, and it's obvious that she played badly. She starts making it up to you, in the way that Riley knows best." I gulped and felt my cock hardening.

"Act 2," Miguel changed pace. "Now you enter Lulu. You're on the opposing team and you're in a good mood because you've just won the final."

"Where's my partner?" she asked innocently.

"He headed straight to the bar," explained Miguel.

"Loser," said Lulu laughing and looked to me with cheeky eyes. I couldn't believe how easily Miguel put this script together and how natural it all seemed.

"You stop at the doorway, startled and for a moment watch Riley engaging intimately with Alex. You obviously become aroused."

"Hands down my panties?" suggested Lulu, her hand slipping down along her belly right then and there in front of us all.

"Sure," said Miguel confidently. "Then Alex and Riley will notice you. Time to offer consolations."

"Which is Act 3," inferred Riley.

"Exactly. Use your skills and imagination here girls. You know what to do. Alex, just go along with it."

"And what's Act 4?" I asked.

"The climax," laughed Miguel. "Like always. How would you like to finish Alex?"

"Finish?" I asked.

"On the girls. Inside? On the face? Over the tits? Creampie? It's up to you."

"Oh my gosh," I said flustered. Things were unfolding faster than I could possibly imagine. An hour ago I thought the role of content developer would be doing the software side of a porn movie, but now it turns out I was going to be in the scene. And unbelievably, I was being offered options to blow my load with two of the hottest porn stars of my dreams.

"Can I ask to cum in your mouths?" I asked excitedly, never having experienced it myself. The girls reacting with an affirmative cooing sound.

"You can ask for whatever you want Alex. You're the content developer," said Miguel.

"Very well. That's the plan," said Cherie. "Miguel, familiarize Alex with the studio and take it away. Girls, good luck with the script and our new developer." Cherie buried herself in her phone on something obviously more important.

"C'mon man, I'll show you into the environment," Miguel gestured to the pods as the two girls faded from the video screens.

"Climb aboard," Miguel instructed and he led me to a capsule adjacent to the one he had been using just a short time ago.

"I don't need to be naked then?" I asked nervously.

"No man," Miguel snickered. "That's just something I like to do. Just hop in and sit back."

I threw one leg over the edge of the contraption and stepped in, straddling the low wall. It all seemed sound, so I stepped over with my other leg and sat down, perching myself on the edge of the fabric seat.

Miguel rattled off instructions rapid fire. "The touchpads on the left and right will give you menus depending on what stage of the production you're at. The first commands will be to close the lid and kick off the simulation." There were ergonomic supports against the wall of the pod, similar to armrests in a car and a phone-sized screen was situated near my fingertips on each side.

"Now you won't need the touchpads much, because the mindcap is going to do most of the interfacing," Miguel continued.

"The what?" I asked.

"The mindcap," replied Miguel, holding up a green version of the latex swimming cap like the yellow one he wore earlier. It too was adorned with small green discs all over the surface.

"This mark here," instructed Miguel, showing a subtle marking. "This is the front. Don't get it mixed up or it won't work properly." He stretched the cap and eased it over my head. He slid his fingers out and the cap snapped neatly on my skull, just above my ears. It was snug, but felt comfortable.

"The mindcap has the two-way interfacing with the system. You'll send your instructions via the cap and it will deliver sensory data to you."

"How?" I asked, still not sure how to use the device.

Miguel laughed. "It's done through your brainwaves. Everything happens just by thinking. You'll see. It's very easy."

"OK," I said nervously.

"I'll activate it now," said Miguel, reaching inside the pod and pressing a combination of buttons on the touchpad. "Just lie back."

I reclined into the seat, bracing myself for some sort of invasive signals in my mind. I wondered if a menu of options would be read out to me through the voice of God, but it turned out that the experience was nothing at all like that.

As soon as the system initiated, the most foreign sensation washed over me. As Miguel had intimated, I was dropped into an augmented reality, but his description could never serve justice to the feeling of immersion.

Immediately, I could feel myself splintered between two worlds. It's difficult to put into words, but at a very simple level it was like being in a dim room in front of a large window. You can see the outside world, but if you shift focus you can discern the inside of the room through the reflection. You can see one, or the other, or even both worlds. But if you focus hard on purely the inside or the outside, then the other almost ceases to exist. Extend that dichotomy to all of your other senses.

This was probably the effect that the ill-fated Google Glass product was aiming for, but those devices were restricted to vision only. This was a full sensory experience, with sight, sound, smell and tactile sensations all conveyed through the technology.

As I looked incredulously around my new environment, I recognized that I was in a change room. The white tiled walls and floor beamed bright, and a low bench resided in the middle of the room, neatly stacked with folded crisp white towels. I reached out and touched the fabric, my senses confirming the exact texture that I expected from freshly laundered towels.

I looked upward and strained my eyes to focus on the outside world. Through a haze, Miguel looked down into the capsule, smiling at me as he watched my facial expressions registering the technological marvel of the mindcap.

"It's pretty good, huh?" his voice asked rhetorically from somewhere distant. "OK, now it's time to develop some content. The whole thing will be recorded and we'll edit later. The talent will show you what to do."

The actuators in the capsule whirred as the lid lowered and sealed. I slouched further back in the seat and the lights dimmed, bringing the secondary world to the fore of my focus. I looked around the change room and discovered I could move, like walking, but without effort. A few seconds later I could not even detect the physical world that I'd left behind and I was entirely absorbed into the synthetic universe, in senses and in concentration.

The humidity in the air felt muggy on my skin and a feint scent of bleach was evident. A wall mirror caught my eye and I shifted in front of it to see an exact replica of me. My top half was bare, and a towel was wrapped around my waist. It was exactly me, possibly a bit more buff than I'd remembered, and the mirror reflected movements of my hand as I waved. I was freshly showered and my hair was nicely groomed -- there was no sign of a plastic mindcap at all.

In the corner of the mirror I glimpsed a stunning brunette in a skimpy white outfit saunter timidly into the room, eyes to the ground. I spun around to face her.

"I'm sorry about the tennis match," apologized Riley. "I should have played better."

I was about to accept her apology, but I caught myself just in time. This was a porn scene. It was time to act my part!

"What went wrong?" I asked sternly.

Riley walked right up to me, and I felt her sand-shoes brush against my toes. She looked at my chest, raised finger and traced circles around my nipple.

Her face tilted and her nose was a mere inch from mine. Her soft breath feathered my cheek. "I just had something else on my mind for the whole match," she admitted.

"What exactly was on your mind?"

"You. Your body." Her finger continued to play on my nipple, making it stand proud and sending a shiver through my whole being. "Looking at you there on the court, I couldn't stop thinking about you. Seeing you naked. Thinking about touching you. Thinking about feeling this cock." She unfastened the fold in my towel and let it drop to the floor, encasing my growing member in her delicate fingers and cupping my loose balls with her other hand.

Oh my God! Ten seconds into the scene and the game was on. A few more touches of her hands and I felt myself harden and rise to full size.

Riley sunk toward the floor. Her legs folded and she knelt in front of me with her face level with my crotch. Her knees nestled into a folded towel on the floor. Funny, I hadn't remembered that being there before.

"So maybe I can make it up to you. How does this sound for an apology?"

Her lips delivered tiny kisses to the very tip of my cock.

"I'm." Kiss. "So." Kiss. "Sorry." Kiss. She looked up into my eyes.

It felt so good, but it was not enough. My cock twitched of its own accord, and I had to restrain myself from thrusting my hips toward her. Calm down Alex, I told myself. You're a porn star now. Let it play out like you've seen so many times.

Riley held the base of my cock with one hand and softly squeezed my balls with the other. Her gaze returned to my eyes, she opened her mouth and took the head of my cock between her lips. It felt delectable as the sensitive skin of my glans glided across her wet and tender lips. I felt her tongue gently probing at my cock and licking the underside of my head. She allowed my cock to make delicate movements back and forth into her mouth and I felt myself dissolve into her.

The gentle action on my cock was glorious, but I found myself becoming desperate for more. Everything was progressing too slowly. I wanted the whole of my cock in her mouth. Using both hands I grabbed handfuls of hair on each side of Riley's head and I pulled her forward to press my cock deep inside of her wet velvet mouth. Her gaze remained locked with mine, and I could detect a smile in her eyes as I let out an animistic moan and watched my cock disappear into her throat.

My animal instinct to plunge my cock deep inside was temporarily assuaged, but after a few thrusting strokes I realized that the scene was developing too rapidly. At this rate I was going to cum in no time and it was not going to make good viewing for anyone.

I looked down to a sight so familiar from hundreds of clips that I'd seen. My cock slipped in and out of a poor-ass-white-girl's mouth. Poor! What was I thinking? She'd been in the industry forever and was the biggest of stars, generating a fuck-tonne of money. Abruptly my understanding of the new reality hit home. She wasn't real. Did she even get paid? Did money mean anything in this virtual world? With an epiphany I grasped the reasoning for the enormous financial value of JiggyTech, based on the very business model that I was now participating in.

My wandering mind turned into a wandering eye and I looked up, breaking the intimate eye contact that Riley and I had been holding. At the entrance to the change room a gorgeous and very recognizable voyeur was watching our act.

Lulu wore white bicycle shorts, pulled down to her thighs and her hand cupped her vulva with one finger obviously dipped into her pussy. Her crop top was pulled up, exposing both tits and her other hand tugged at a bejeweled nipple. Her eyes were mesmerized by Riley and me and her teeth bit at her lower lip, betraying a sense of longing.

With her back to the doorway, Riley had not at all noticed Lulu's presence and she continued her gentle acts of oral massage on my penis. Lulu smiled at me, and I returned the expression. I raised the confidence to beckon her closer with my curling forefinger.

Lulu sauntered forward while her hand remained wedged into the triangle of her pussy, the stretchy fabric of her pants enabling her to shuffle forwards. She approached the space beside Riley and me, and dropped a hand softly on Riley's shoulder. Riley did not miss a beat, continuing to softly slurp on the head of my cock with that little mouth just managing to take my glans in and out time and again.

"That looks so hot," murmured Lulu, closely observing Riley's actions. "Thanks for letting us win the match today," she continued, turning to me. "I'm happy to return the favor now." Her smoldering eyes and pouting lips made my heart melt. I thought she might reach up for a kiss, but instead Lulu shuffled around behind Riley, placing her hand gently behind the other girl's head and calmly pressing rhythmically to force Riley's mouth onto my dick with gently increasing amplitude.

After my cock enjoyed a minute or two of the most pleasurable blowing that I'd ever experienced, Lulu reached down and wrestled Riley's tank upwards, removing it completely. Those famous pert tits spilled out as her garment was removed, and Lulu flung it to the corner of the room. The familiar tattoos that traced Riley's naked spine were evident, the image being etched in my mind from so many viewings. It struck me that I'd never actually researched what those Chinese characters meant and for a moment I thought of asking, but I held back my question. I knew for sure that was not the typical dialog in this type of porn clip.

Everything stalled for a moment. Both girls looked at me, and I realized that I was meant to provide some direction. Think Alex! What would come next in this scenario? What did I want to happen? Miguel had told me that the mindcap would direct the scene according to my wishes, but before I could consciously think of the next part of the scene, the talent took control of the situation.

"Swap places," Riley said authoritatively and jumped to her feet, placing herself behind Lulu and pushing her co-star forward.

Lulu responded with a cheeky "Yes ma'am!" She wiggled her hips and peeled her second skin of lycra shorts to the floor, then lifted the crop top over her head. Her naked sexy Asian figure emerged that had held my attention on-screen for so many hours.

My mind raced and I spoke before I'd really thought it through. "I really want to fuck you Lulu."

Lulu giggled once more in a completely disarming way. "It's an oral-only scene Alex. Didn't you read the memo?"

Of course! In the rising heat of the moment I had completely lost perspective of where I was. In fact, I did a double take on what "here" really meant. The setting seemed so absolutely real and everything around me looked completely natural. I could smell the girls' perfume. I could feel the warmth of the steamy room. I had felt the touch of Riley's mouth pleasuring my cock. How could this possibly be a simulation? The only thing that made it unrealistic was the lesson that Cherie had dealt to me earlier -- girls are just not like this in the real world.

I tried to refocus my eyes in an attempt to see back to reality through the facade of this artificial world. I could not distinguish the lid of the capsule and there were no glowing lights of the touch panels. My hands probed around but all I detected was the room around me and my hand bumped awkwardly against Lulu's sternum.

Lulu looked at me with confusion as my mind churned over and my arms wandered outstretched in an aimless way. "Are we OK?" she asked apprehensively.

"More than OK," I replied, bringing my attention back to the task at hand.

"Good," she responded, satisfied. "I'm having fun. I hope you are too."

"Fuck yeah!" I replied. Who cared if this was not a real world? It was fucking awesome and I determined to just make the most of my opportunity.

Riley's hand landed softly on the crown on Lulu's head, and she pressed unrelentingly downwards, inducing Lulu to fall to her knees with her lips mere millimeters from my anticipating hard on. My cock twitched upward in two successive jolts as I realized that I was unbelievably on the cusp of another porn star blowjob.

Riley remained standing at the rear quarter of Lulu with one hand placed on her head in a posture of authority. Her other hand clenched my shaft midway and pulled it down from its vertical stance so that the tip brushed Lulu's face with the most sensuous touch imaginable.

Lulu's lips parted and Riley watched intently as she pushed Lulu's head onto my cock. Her hand slid to the back of Lulu's head and her palm circled several times as she clutched a handful of hair and then gripped it in a tight fist.

Riley pulled Lulu's face back, kinking her neck and allowing my cock to almost slip out and then she drove forwards, gently pressing until those beautiful Asian lips reached the midpoint of my rod. Riley released her hold of my cock and I felt an irresistible urge to thrust my hips forward to plunge my cock into Lulu's soft mouth.

"Just stay still," instructed Riley. "I'm in control here. I'm gunna use this bitch like a fleshlight and bring you to the hottest orgasm you ever had." Riley pressed Lulu's face harder onto my cock, using the thrusts like punctuation marks.

"And then," she started. "You." Thrust. "Will."Thrust. "Cum."Thrust. "In."Thrust. "Her."A huge thrust emphasized her last word. "Mouth!"

The sensations emanating along the length of my penis felt amazing. Riley started jamming Lulu's head harder, applying the sort of force that I'd only ever used a couple of times pounding into my ex-girlfriend's pussy when I was on the verge of cumming and I didn't have any porn to help me reach my ending.

My cock slammed deep into Lulu's neck and I felt it hammering at the back of her throat. She uttered a deep guttural noise each time I thrust into her, and thick saliva began to ooze from her lips when I drew back my member.

"That's it," encouraged Riley. "Get his cock down that throat. You are such a fucking sexy slut Lulu."

The whites of Lulu's eyes watered and a tear dripped down her cheek. Riley hinged downward, extended a long tongue and licked upwards from her cheekbone, drinking in the teary stream.

How could this be a simulation? What sort of an algorithm would think of that? No, these girls were as real as night and day, and as kinky as fuck.

Riley returned to standing tall, licking her lips to consume the salty tears that she'd just tasted. "Tears of happiness," she said to me, as if I needed justification of what we were doing.

Gracefully, Riley released the clump of Lulu's hair that she'd been holding and moved around behind her costar. Lulu retained my cock, keeping at least the tip in her mouth the whole time. As I lost myself in those deep brown eyes, the rational side of my brain asked what exactly I was staring into. A girl? An electronic soul? Perhaps a reflection of myself. But then Lulu's tongue curled around the head of my cock and my rational thoughts were shut down again.

Riley giggled a happy sort of naughty laugh and arched her back until her belly made contact with the back of Lulu's head. She snaked her two arms upwards and wrapped her hands behind my neck and leaned forward with her head angled and her lips pursed, ready to kiss.

I loved kissing, and it struck me that the plot was unfolding with many of the little things that I like best in a sex scene. Of course, it was unfolding this way because the mindcap was reading what I wanted and the AI was converting it into action. This content development was the beyond anything I'd ever imagined possible and I loved it!

Riley kissed with passion that took my breath away. Her tongue curled inside my mouth and she took sexy little nibbles on my lips. As I returned the gestures I began to feel us moving in a rocking fashion and the sensations of Lulu's mouth on my cock notched up another level.

I broke from the deep kiss and looked down to see Lulu's face pressed hard on my cock. Riley was using her whole body to drive Lulu's mouth onto my cock and her head was squished with the incessant force from Riley's abdomen.

Once again the content development environment offered yet a surprise for me. I was watching myself delivering a face fuck to Lulu. It was a familiar POV scene that I'd watched so many times before online, but of course, on this occasion it had become a truly POV scene with me as the star of the show experiencing the event. It had crossed my mind that usually in films like this, there would be a panning shot where the camera would film from the side. And that's exactly what happened.

I was hit by the most bizarre out-of-body experience. My line of sight lifted from my own viewpoint and starting drifting through the room. The center of focus continued to be the oral action that I was receiving, but it was viewed from a position on the other side of the room. I was in the picture, and it was me looking at me, but it couldn't have been me, because I was in the distance. It was so weird!

I momentarily felt a little queasy in my tummy, and I was not sure if it was just a passing bout of motion sickness or the shock of thinking I might have died and left my own body. Nevertheless I returned to business and I was able to focus on watching myself at work from afar. It was an extremely strange experience to be directing a third person camera angle and acting out the sex acts concurrently. My eyes scanned the room, trying to detect the camera, but there was none, and so I abandoned thinking about the paradoxical position that I'd found myself in, and instead returned my attention to the sex.

Lulu's eyes watered. Her throat gagged. Muffled noises emerged through her constricted mouth as my cock penetrated her throat, driven on by Riley's aggressive hip thrusting from behind. All the while I continued face fucking Lulu, feeling the experience through my body, but watching it from a third person angle.

Lulu's labored breaths rushed in and out when tiny moments permitted. She tried to cough and splutter but her nose was hard against my pubis and my cock sealed her lips. I could see the tension building in her face as our thrusts became faster and more aggressive.

My balls tightened. My cock throbbed. A shiver coursed through my body. Watching my body from an external perspective it was obvious what was about to happen and I'd seen the cues in so many porn clips before. I was about to climax and there was no holding it back any longer.

My knees went weak, the veins in my neck popped out, my voice box grunted and my body spasmed. I felt my cock jolt forcefully and detected the familiar sensation of cum erupting from my cock.

Lulu's throat was blocked by my glans, and her lips sealed around the base of my cock resulting in my jizz filling her diminutive Asian mouth with nowhere for the excess to go. I felt her mouth inflate with my burgeoning juices like she was drinking from a fire hydrant, and then it happened -- two jets of semen exploded from both of her nostrils like a nasty sneeze from a bad head cold.

Riley offered an empathetic moan and released the pressure from her belly. Lulu's head jerked backward, instinctively freeing herself from my cock and she drew in a long, desperate breath. "Fuck," she gasped, with cum dripping from her nose and spilling from her lips. She took deep breaths like a puffing steam train, slowly recovering her composure. As she let her head hang, sperm continued to drip from her lips and nose.

How the fuck could this be a simulation, I wondered. There is no way that any AI could concoct a bizarre facefuck that ended with my cum ejected from a famous porn star's nose. As they say, truth is always stranger than fiction, and I thought nothing could be weirder than this outcome, until the girls took it up one more level.

Riley gently placed an extended a forefinger under Lulu's chin, lifting softly to encourage Lulu's pretty visage to face us. Her cheeks were rosy red and her mascara streaked, telling the story of her teary encounter. Riley flipped her hand, gripping Lulu's cheeks and squeezing so that her dainty lips deformed like a fish's mouth, still smeared with my spunk.

"That looks so hot," announced Riley. Her head tilted forward and for a moment I thought she was going in for a kiss. "Fuck you're gorgeous Lulu," whispered Riley with all sincerity as she widened her mouth and took the entirety of Lulu's cute button nose between her lips. Riley slurped hard and Lulu's clenched eyes relayed an uncomfortable reaction as Riley sucked the stream of dripping cum straight from Lulu's nose. Riley lifted her chin and giggled, showing us the runny pool of semen on her tongue before she swallowed it down in an exaggerated gulp.

"Yummy!" she said with satisfaction and an authentic smile of enjoyment.

Lulu sputtered a little cough, color returned to her face and she regathered her composure. Somehow I was back in the first person and I looked down to my softening cock to see the residues of saliva along the shaft and the remnants of ejaculate dripping from the tip.

"Let me clean this up," announced Lulu and she leaned forward, taking the tip of my cock into her mouth and using her tongue to tidy up the stringy sperm. I'd watched all sorts of hardcore scenes involving Riley, and maybe our encounter had been mild in comparison, but she watched on with a satisfied kind of smile as Lulu continued to slurp and lick, tidying the mess from my penis and extracting the remaining jizz.

I closed my eyes and let my head fall backwards, taking a momentary break from the intense simulation and letting the darkness envelop me. Even the cleanup was immensely arousing and I wondered if it was going to kick off another round. This time I vowed that I'd cum into Riley's mouth.

"Welcome back soldier," came the announcement from a chirpy female voice, contrasting to the sultry tone of the porn stars. I opened my eyes and the world of the change room had evaporated. I was back in the capsule and Cherie's smiling face was projected across the lid above me, filling my view.

"Well done Alex. That was a good effort for a first attempt." The lid hissed and hinged open. I blinked as bright light from the hall flooded into the pod. Shit! I had returned to the real world! In the short time that I'd been immersed in the AI studio I had become completely acclimatized to a new universe.

I stood up, my body extending above the capsule's low walls, feeling relaxed and fresh. I looked around at the hall that I'd last seen only 10 minutes ago. Or perhaps it was an hour ago. It was hard to accurately get a handle on the time that had passed. My colleagues were leaning back against the collaboration table waiting for my response. The tall screens lay dormant.

"Wow," I offered meekly, peeling the mindcap from my head.

"I can see you enjoyed it," said Miguel smiling with his eyes hinting at my crotch.

I suddenly sensed a wet patch in my pants and looked down to see my groin completely soaked. I shifted my hands to cover up in embarrassment.

"Don't worry," said Cherie. "It's a perfectly natural physiological reaction. I'd be worried for your career if you didn't -- well you know -- if you didn't you-know-what."

I stepped gingerly out of the pod, satisfied that my future looked bright at JiggyTech with endless erotic content development and the opportunity to interact with every porn star in my dreams and more.

I still found it difficult to believe that all of this technology was real. And even harder to grasp that all the world's porn had been manufactured under a big lie. But even more than that, there was still one thing that I struggled to comprehend.

"So how did I, of all people, get this job?" I quizzed Cherie. "Every man in the world must want this opportunity -- even if it's unpaid. It's not like I'm some sexual acrobat or anything. I haven't even had a lot of girlfriends."

"Well as I understand it," replied Cherie, "your old boss is good friends with one of our directors and the word came through that you'd be a good fit. Apparently he'd being watching your habits for some time and he said that you had good focus and good taste. You see, every man thinks they want to be a professional beer taster too, but when it comes to the crunch, there's a different mindset to taking it on as a job to diligently work at every day. You've got to have a high level of interest and a high threshold, and your old boss said that you have what it takes."

I thought about that for a moment. Yes, this was my calling. It was a perfect fit for me. I would be happy to see out my working life in this job. Business and leisure, life and work, real and synthetic, harmoniously rolled into one.