The Venus Fix

Twenty-Nine

Tania was gasping for breath and ZaZa smiled at the intensity of the orgasm she’d given her, increasing the pressure of her fingers on Tania’s clitoris. She wasn’t going to stop. As soon as her partner’s breathing slowed and her orgasm ended she was going to start on her again, and then again. She was going to amaze her. And then, later, when the camera was off, she was going to tell Tania how she really felt about her.

Focusing, listening to the other woman’s breathing, ZaZa waited to hear the intensity slow down. Damn, this was lasting a long time. She waited. Still there was no slowing down. Something was wrong.

Maybe Tania wasn’t gasping in the throes of an orgasm. Maybe she was gulping for air.

“What is it?” ZaZa whispered, not wanting to break the mood for all the men who were watching, but concerned about her friend.

When Tania slumped over and continued the rasping, ZaZa really began to worry. Clearly this was not a sexually-induced reaction, but before she could do anything, she felt the first wave of nausea overtake her. It hit her hard. Failing to hold it back, she vomited uncontrollably, right there on her own bed. Her head suddenly ached, too. Bad. She couldn’t breathe. Christ. Everything was blurry, confusing. She tried to say something. To tell Tania she was sick, too, but she was so dizzy. She could see Tania at the end of the bed, curled up in a ball, shaking, and she wanted to reach out to her, but she couldn’t figure out how to move in that direction. Nothing was where it should be, everything was skewed.

“I’m really sick,” Tania whispered.

ZaZa couldn’t even answer. She just stared at her with eyes that felt as if they were on fire.

“You’re sick, too,” Tania said. She tried to get up but couldn’t find her balance.

ZaZa was willing her to get up. She had never felt so bad in her life. She needed some water. Some air. She needed to be able to breathe. More than water, she needed help. Tania needed help, too. ZaZa could see that.

Finally, using the back of a chair and then the edge of a table, Tania managed to make it to the desk where the computer was. Where the phone was.

ZaZa tried to talk, to tell her to tell them to hurry, but all that came out was a low and raspy moan. She couldn’t form the words, but she could still see what was happening.

She watched Tania pick up the phone. She was so sick, but she was thinking about how at that moment, Tania had broken the computer connection and ZaZa’s broadcast had gone dead in thousands of homes, hotel rooms and offices. She’d also tipped over a glass of wine that spilled onto the keyboard and shorted out the motherboard. One way or another, that Web cast was fated to go dark.

Right before ZaZa passed out, she saw Tania manage to dial 911.