America 1982-Chapter 613 - 137: The Benefits of Bringing a Black Person
Jason and Susy were in the living room of their Silicon Valley apartment, where the latest model television available on the market was now set up. Susy, Sophia, and Quinn had donned loose-fitting women’s robes and were sitting on the living room couch, awaiting the punctual broadcast of Tommy’s garbage variety show, "Soar to Success," on TNT Television Station, in Jason’s eyes.
"Quinn actually suggested that all three of them change into robes. From this angle on the balcony, the view isn’t bad, definitely better than that trashy show," Jason, leaning against the balcony railing with a beer in hand, his eyes fixating on the three women on the couch who were exposing a good amount of leg and a generous swath of pale skin on their chests, said to Tommy beside him with a smirk.
"Yeah, look how happy she is taking advantage of your girlfriend, and she even stuck her hand in there," Tommy reminded Jason not to be distracted by those revealing images but to sharply observe the ignored details:
"You think she suggested changing into robes to watch TV so we could have a little visual treat? No, it’s for her own tactile pleasure."
"Shit! You’re right!" At Tommy’s prompting, Jason started to pay attention to Quinn’s little movements, quickly discovering that the trashy tomboy was actually kneading his girlfriend’s buttocks with her left hand, while her right arm was deliberately wrapped around Sophia, making seemingly inadvertent motions to touch Sophia’s flat chest. Both women were munching on snacks and sipping beers, their eyes fixed on the television, completely unaware of the severe sexual harassment Quinn was subjecting them to.
Jason took a sip of his beer, "Honey! That short-haired guy pretending to be a female by sticking two chickpeas to his chest is surreptitiously pinching your well-maintained buttocks. Shouldn’t you tell her how much to charge for this level of intimacy?"
"You went to the Blonde Society’s boob fest, right? We three saw you guys come out of there. Was it good?" Susy glanced at Quinn’s guiltily retracted hands, had no intention of getting angry, and instead asked Jason another question with a giggly smile.
Jason hesitated awkwardly for two seconds before he firmly began to explain, "Tommy sincerely begged me to accompany him because he didn’t have cash on him and he hadn’t returned to Stanford in so long he forgot the exact location of the Blonde Society. I merely went along reluctantly, had just one beer, and saw nothing... Okay, saw a little, but that was just so as not to hurt the girls’ self-esteem. After all, if I’d kept not looking, they might feel inferior about their imperfect development. I can’t let my antisocial behavior cast a shadow over their youth." 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚
"It’s alright, but there’s gender equality, right?" Susy grabbed Quinn’s hand and boldly placed it on her own chest, provocatively throwing a smug, flirtatious look at Jason, "Boob fest, I can do it too. Later, I’ll go down to the lobby of the apartment and give the men working late a bit of moral support. This building houses maybe dozens or hundreds of well-off computer professionals. I hope you think carefully about what you want to say next because you only get one chance to speak up."
Jason was clearly not new to being blackmailed by Susy, responding with plenty of experience, "I’ll buy out your boob fest project. It would be to prevent all those guys in the apartment from praising me tomorrow, ’Hey Jason, your girlfriend is not only beautiful but kind-hearted. It’s rare these days to find such high-quality women willing to provide such affordable services to the masses’."
"Can I buy it, Susy?" Quinn, enjoying the comfortable touch, inappropriately interjected.
"No, you can’t afford it, sweetheart," Susy said earnestly to Quinn, while moving Quinn’s hand away, "Just take those couple of touches as a free feel of the fuselage at a private jet customization center. Jason has reserved the venue, so don’t touch them anymore."
Tommy chuckled at Quinn, who was still savoring the touch, "Quinn, you can do that to Sophia, and I definitely won’t scold you like Jason. I will only sincerely thank you for helping Sophia save on breast augmentation."
Sophia turned with dissatisfaction and glared at Tommy, who was tapping a beer bottle against the metal railing lightly, "Relax, Sophia, think about the great things that have already happened – it will help you to forgive me."
"If it weren’t for your money buying the latest TV, plus Lady Deca’s fragrant therapeutic spa three-year unlimited membership...," Sophia’s chest heaved fiercely a few times as she recalled her recent shopping spree per Tommy’s suggestion, calming her rage before saying:
"I would have taken the money you left at my place to hire a squad of Pinkerton Assassins."
Once the three women had their attention captured by the show on the TV once more and the laughter died down, Jason, bringing the beer to his lips, smiled in the night breeze as he admired his girlfriend openly showing off her figure on the couch and said to Tommy, "So, AmigaOS, are you really not joking about letting Susy handle the release? Can Jay and the others accept it? After all, they’re the creators of Amiga."
"Amiga, in Spanish, means a female friend. The system hasn’t hit the market yet, and merely hearing its name can catch the attention of domestic Spanish speakers or people from Spanish-speaking countries. And then what? Should I let Jay Miner, that unkempt wild man with more body hair than an American black bear and a weight to rival a hippo, who attends international conferences dressed in beach shorts, come out and tell everyone a hearty ’Hi, I am your Amiga’?" Tommy leaned back on the railing with his arms extended, his upper body slightly reclining as he looked up at the starry sky with a laugh:
