Straddling his piloting platform, Oliver waited for Norman to come over and do the same. It looked like he was unsure of himself as he approached. Oliver rolled his eyes at that. It all started out by the book. They were in this together for the moment. It was an exciting time for Norman. Oliver and Norman both took their helmets and put them on their heads. They sat back to back in the middle as they were instructed before they bent forward. It was fine for Oliver. Norman was strangely giddy. "I finally get to become one with you, my angel!" he said. Oliver just ignored him. He wanted nothing to do with the freak. Now they were fully butt to butt. The glass visors on their helmets then flipped on. Synchronizing with Norman was not a simple task. Now that they were in their augmented reality, they were taken to a strange room. They were not in a bedroom at all. It was strange. They were in some weird conflagration of a club and there was a stage and bed. Oliver looked at himself and saw that he was not in his normal piloting suit. He was now in a shiny black bunny suit. All he could do was laugh.
Delusions were a powerful thing. They could distort a person's view of reality. Oliver could only laugh because he knew that this was not going to work. He already knew that Norman was a freak and a creep. The reason he had so much trouble was that most people were probably put off by the images that he showed them. Each connection was different as the cockpit took elements from the minds of both parties to generate this world. No 2 persons' perception of the world could be identical. It stood to reason then that no pairings generated setting in augmented reality could be the same either. Even with the same partners over time, changes in mood, physical condition or circumstances around them could influence the appearance of the room. Other than the bed, nothing here was of Oliver's mind. The ability to so completely dominate the mind space had to be a skill on its own. It did not appear to be a skill that allowed him to pilot more effectively though. Otherwise, he would not be here in a predicament like this. Oliver stopped laughing and stood up. It was time to do all of the work.
Before Oliver could start emitting his White Pulse, Norman came up to him and looked nervous. He said "It is okay. You can be the Bottom now." Oliver said "No thanks. I am a Top. That's all it is." Norman shook his head frantically. "Wait! You come from a long line of proud Bottoms! It'll work as long as you try it." Oliver just ignored him and began emitting the White Pulse. Norman sucked his teeth and began groping his ass roughly. It was enough to jolt Oliver out of his concentration. It was not enough to totally stop him though. He hissed, but there was no helping it here. Oliver found himself stuck at 55. He shook out of Norman's grasp. His butt was tingling from the way Norman was manhandling him. "Stop that shit, you stupid piece of fucking shit! We only have 5 minutes for each session. We only get 3! I already have a decently acceptable White Pulse. I usually get all of the way into the mid 80s. It's going to take too long to drop it off now. Get your damn Black Pulse out and you better hope that it's good enough to synchronize with me now." Oliver demanded. Norman just stared at him.
