America 1982-Chapter 427 - 60: Jason’s Healing Girlfriend_6
Susan asked, "Sounds like Jason’s style. Did you talk to him afterward about still being an outstanding hacker?"
"No, no, no, under normal circumstances, I wouldn’t let customers know that I moonlight as a hacker. But it just so happened that the next morning when I woke up, Jason was on the phone, talking about wanting to pay a high price for a few hackers to search for vulnerabilities in some software. It just so happened to be my hobby, so I told him, why not just throw another stack of bills and buy my daytime as well, serve you around the clock for 24 hours. The guy misunderstood, thinking I wanted to continue playing games with him, and he actually agreed~" Susy said with eyes full of tenderness as she looked at Jason and spoke to Susan.
Susan frowned slightly, "And then you clarified the other kind of work?"
"No, I tied him up, rode him five times until I was satisfied, and only in the evening did I tell him he misunderstood. Then he saw my workshop, and after that, he became a regular client of both of my services. Until not long ago, he suggested whether I would consider dating him. He tried other women and found none made him as happy as when he’s with me. I also found it hard to find another man who could fulfill all my demands like he could—he’s rich, likes to be tormented by me, has great stamina, and needs my hacking skills. He needs not just my beautiful appearance but also my abilities. We are fully compatible, so I said yes to him, even though I have a lot of money myself, but I still like to spend a man’s money. By day spend Jason’s money; by night, tie him up and torture him. There’s no better life than this," Susy shrugged at Susan with a radiant smile, concluding her story:
"That’s my story, Susy Thunder." 𝕗𝐫𝚎𝗲𝘄𝐞𝕓𝐧𝕠𝘃𝕖𝐥.𝐜𝚘𝚖
"A fascinating life indeed, you do have many experiences similar to Tommy’s, like how a regular person might end up on the streets, but you thought of impersonating a fan to blend into the high-end market and make more money. Tommy indeed likes such unexpected tricks; no wonder he can’t stop praising you. And you really do have a strong mentality, having had two stepfathers like that—if it were another girl, she would have gone mad or committed suicide by now," Susan remarked with a touch of admiration:
"So fascinating that I’m considering contacting a movie company to see if they can make a movie out of your experiences."
"No, I don’t like people knowing I’m a hacker. A hacker known by everyone loses the meaning of anonymity. Everyone can know I’m a woman of the flesh business, can know I’m Jason’s girlfriend, but I don’t want everyone to know I’m Thunder. I agreed to work for the government because they promised not to disclose my identity," Susy immediately shook her head in refusal when Susan suggested making a movie of her experiences.
"So, Tommy and Jason think that you waxing me could relieve my stress?" Susan asked with a smile after hearing Susy’s experiences, "Did you bring any candles?"
Susy gently shook her head, "Tommy told me that your stress might stem from your worries. You’re worried that by being used by Tommy, they will be ruined beyond recovery. I’m not here to wax you, but as a woman with similar experiences, to tell you, a woman, if you don’t want to be forced by men to do those dirty things and don’t have the same survival skills as I do, if there’s still someone willing to help, it’s because they see value in using them. If they don’t even have the value to be used, they might as well continue in the sex trade. Indifference is innate. Tommy’s coldness is innate. The first time I met him, I knew he was a conceited bastard to the core. He doesn’t trust anyone, can abandon anyone—that’s innate. But you don’t need to force yourself to emulate him. He understands your pity for those..."
"I know the reasons better than you, Susy. Those girls being used by me, essentially, there’s no difference from those transactions with men using their bodies. Since they chose me, they should understand that nobody is willing to offer kindness for nothing. But Tommy’s way of using others is different from the trades they’ve encountered before. By rejecting those men, they would just lose a role, but Tommy’s plan could end their professional careers—that includes a group of girls. You didn’t go to university, of course, you are outstanding, but you lack the sense of social responsibility only encountered in university or high school, even if it’s hypocritical. If the whole thing isn’t handled perfectly, it might be dug up by someone in the future and used as a stain on Tommy’s reputation. Do you understand? Even if I completely don’t care about the fate of those girls, I still have to care about Tommy’s reputation," Susan interrupted Susy’s persuasion and spoke up.
Susy paused for a few seconds, her eyes roaming over Susan, "So, you’re not at all worried about your own reputation being affected?"
"He won’t let my reputation be affected; I know what he’ll do," Susan said with certainty, "But just because I can get away with it doesn’t mean he can."
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, look at you. So I guessed before coming here that you and I are entirely different, and now I’m sure of it. You’re just the type of woman I least like. A man is willing to offer you a helping hand in desperation, and you can’t fit anything else in your head. Filled with him, you even lose yourself—every fucking bit of work stress is just a fa\x{00E7}ade. You’re just trying to find a solution that won’t affect your man. Just like my mother, seeing her own daughter being forced, she still thinks about that man’s feelings first—being blind and deaf, or even supporting judges in doing fucking polygraph tests," Susy suddenly changed to a challenging and cutting expression, but her eyes keenly fixed on Susan, she began to mock:
"Susan Curtis, you’re just like my damned masochistic mother, fixing women like you who like to make decisions for men is simple—let that man rip your clothes off, press you to the ground, and torture you brutally, then tell you in your face, don’t fucking overthink, whore, whatever’s in your head is shit, you just need to obediently follow his orders."
Susan showed no change in expression, calmly sipping her beer.
"Your breathing is a bit rapid; don’t forget, I started treating the polygraph as a toy at the age of eleven. You can’t hide from my eyes. After all, I deal with masochists year-round, and I have quite a few female clients too," Susy said, smiling as she moved closer to Susan and whispered in her ear:
"I will cure you."
