5.33 - Torn Apart
I glanced at the clock, eagerly anticipating the end of the day. There was less than an hour left. The short skirts of the secretaries in my office had once again left me aroused beyond measure. I could maintain my professionalism for the entire work day, but the moment the clock hit five, this girl would enjoy time with her girlfriends.
I furtively glanced around the office at the various specimens available to me. Would I have Mira lick my pussy, or would it be the raven-haired Daisy's turn? If I had one on the front door, one on the back, and one on each nipple, I could enjoy the company of up to four of them at once. I found myself absently running one hand up my stockinged leg, playing with the hem of my dress.
No, I thought, mustn't start before time. You never know who might be watching. I allowed myself only a moment to adjust a garter strap before straightening my skirt and getting back to work. The reports I was working on were extremely important, and I couldn't afford to end the day without finishing them.
I threw myself into the work, determined not to let my soaking panties distract me from the job. At last, with minutes to spare, I cleared out the reports. I took a deep breath, stood from my desk and prepared to depart.
"Okay, ladies, I think that's enough for the day. I want..." I considered. "Mira, Shana, and Joyce to come with me." I retrieved my dress jacket and started towards the door. The girls I had named all stood and approached me, while the rest all simultaneously said, "Thank you. Goodbye," just as they did every day.
All but one. Sandra approached me with a dutiful look on her face. "I'm sorry, miss, but you know wecan't put it off past today. We really need to go over these monthly figures."
I sighed. She was right, I couldn't argue with that: The monthly report wasn't necessarily unpleasant, but it sometimes got in the way of getting other things done. Still, it wouldn't do to neglect my duties, and I had been procrastinating the inevitably bad news for days. Still, it didn't have to interfere with my fun. Sandra's body was already well-known to me, but a fourth playmate could still make herself useful. "Alright," I conceded, "But not here. It's been a long day, and I need to unwind. Let's take it to the maintenance lab."
The lab was only a short walk from my offices, and was a great place to relieve the day's stresses. Maintenance and repair activities were typically completed long before the end of the day. Regardless of whatever else was said about the company XR built the most reliable and durable ARAs on the market. We quickly strode through the hallways to the lab, now almost empty of activity. Gemma was there to greet us as usual.
"Hi," she beamed, "welcome back to the lab! Is there anything I can-"
I held up a hand to cut her off. "Show me how much of a slut you are," I told her.
"Yes ma'am!" She replied, excitement showing on her face. She stood, hiking up her conservative dress as she did so, revealing the vinyl teddy and latex leggings she wore beneath. She bundled up the dress, tossing it carelessly aside. As a receptionist, Gemma was always welcoming and accommodating. She walked up to me, her hips swaying seductively, and turned away to face her desk. Bending suddenly at the waist, she smacked her ass loudly, letting out a cry of joy. "I'm such a slut, mistress!" She yelled, her voice rising in passion. "Please make yourself comfortable! A service technician will be with you shortly!"
It was her standard greeting, of course, altered only by her tone of voice and current pose. My entourage accompanied me in to the main lab area, while Gemma remained at the entrance to continue demonstrating her sluttiness until someone told her to stop.
As soon as we were inside the lab proper, Sandra turned to me. "About the monthly-"
"You don't waste time, do you?" I asked her, stripping off my dress and casting aside my lacy panties. "Look, let me just get comfortable first." I strode, nearly nude, through the aisles of inert, nude bodies, delighting in their deactivated and partially dismantled state. On one cushioned table, a pelvis and legs sat in a kneeling position, the upper body completely absent. At a nearby workstation, a selection of disconnected heads babbled silently, their personality profiles running random data through their muted speech processors.
It had been a busy day: every table was occupied by at least half a woman, some missing arms or legs or a head, others bisected at the waist or opened along the main panel along their spine. I absently ran my hands along the artificial girls as I hunted for a comfortable spot for my playtime.
I was surprised to find one woman fully clothed near the center of the room. I didn't recognize her immediately, so I quickly pulled up her skirt to check her panties. The red thong confirmed that she must have been built during last quarter's cycle, which meant she was only in for basic test and review. I compared her silky skin to that of my companions, briefly considering switching one of them out for her, but decided against it. The girls from my office were safe to play with, but units from elsewhere in the company might be more strictly controlled.
I had Mira and Joyce remove her from the table, then undress her and bend her over another nearby table. Finding myself becoming uncontrollably arouse, I took a similar position at the now vacated table, bent over with my legs spread wide, and wiggled my posterior at Sandra. "Okay, let's get started. You can start the monthly report while you finger me." I pointed at the other three girls. "You three. Striptease. And play with each other's tits this time."
I felt Sandra's delicate hands running up the inside of my thighs, as Mira and Joyce took their positions on either side of Shana. Sandra's hand darted in and began to work its magic on my cunt as the other girls began to undress each other.
"Last fiscal quarter," Sandra began, coolly, "sales revenue dropped a further 17%. Coupled with the increased development and manufacturing costs of the latest product cycle," she said, rubbing her hand rapidly on my mound, "this has resulted in a further loss of two-point-six million dollars."
"Ah!" I cried, calling back over my shoulder, "Not so fast!" I turned back to my hand-picked trio of assistants. Mira had unbuttoned her blouse, pulling it down off her shoulders, and had pulled down her bra to expose her breasts. Joyce had already stepped out of her skirt, and was currently pulling up Shana's skirt. Shana had turned and bent to help Joyce's efforts, and I could tell they would be leading up to a spanking soon. I hoped Joyce would get spanked first. Her lack of panties would make her ass jiggle more than Shana's pantyhose would allow.
Sandra slowed her pace. "Outside of development and manufacturing costs, other operational expenses have remained static, with the exception of the Finance and Marketing discretionary budget, which has increased-"
"I know how much it's increased. It isn't cheap to dress you girls to meet my..." I gasped sharply, but couldn't tell whether Sandra had found a sensitive location, or if I was just reacting to Mira's performance as she rubbed, squeezed, and pinched her ample breasts. "My... particular needs."
"Shall I continue?" Sandra asked, impassively. It took me a moment to realize she was talking about the report, and not the bliss her hand was giving me.
"Yes-ah..." I shifted, pulling away from her hand. Mira, Joyce and Shana had worked their way down to their lingerie, and I was ready to move on to the next part. I hopped up on the table motioning my assistants over. "Mira, left tit, Shana, right tit, Joyce, you lick between my legs."
"Yes ma'am," the chimed in unison.
"With all income revenue and expenditures accounted for, we are now three hundred fifty thousand dollars short of our projected annual budget. The pending launch of the 9660F unit is expected to recover more than ten million dollars in its first quarter, however, so..."
"Cuh-huh-hut to the chase, Sandra," I gasped, "are we in the black?"
"After deducting all outstanding debts from current liquid capitol, XR Innovations currently has three point four five million dollars available for immediate use, and three point two nine million in pending payments from outside sources."
I frowned - not easy with Shana's tongue balancing me on the edge of absolute rapture. Barely over six million? This 9660F project James had been cooking up had been slowly dragging the company's finances further and further down for more than a year now. This time two years ago, the company had more than ten million in immediate funds. "This hah-hah-has gone on fffffhar too long," I managed.
The girls misinterpreted this comment as being directed at them, and suddenly ceased their attention to my body. "Not you, you brainless machines, I was talking about Jaaahhhh!" Shana's tongue went back to work with unexpected speed, and had changed its motion pattern - she was now targeting a completely different part of my pussy. I writhed as Joyce and Mira sucked and squeezed my breasts, running their tongues around the areolae. An electric bolt of pleasure shot through my body, starting at my feet and taking up residence in my head.
My eyes rolled back in my head as I came. Phantom lights flashed in my vision, and the world was made out of a hypnotic, buzzing pleasure. I spent eternity in a state of perfect ecstasy, feeling totally at peace with everything. Nothing mattered, only this incredible feeling of...
And just as suddenly, it was gone. I lay, panting on the table. The girls, programmed to detect when I climaxed, had ceased their efforts, and were now stroking my less sensitive parts in a soothing manner. I wiped the sweat from my brow. "Any other business matters," I asked, my voice now a husky near-whisper.
Sandra cocked her head to one side. "SecurStandard has requested a later revision of the 9660F to verify full functionality on the final retail product."
"Send them the full list of revisions." It had been a joke at first, but became the standard response: The list of revisions was simply a sheet of paper with only the words "9660F Full List of Revisions" printed on it. James hadn't changed a thing. Good for marketing, but the manufacturing costs added up to a small fortune per unit.
"GySys and X-Ero representatives have both requested courtesy access to the product premiere event."
I laughed. "I'll bet they did. Standard response, let them buy tickets at a small discount. Just make sure we're netting at least a grand per person at the premiere."
"There has been an unscheduled priority shipment," she continued, holding up a shipping notice.
"Probably just some late-to-the game tech magazine wanting an advance unit. Standard approval."
Sandra pulled out another letter. "On behalf of ScenariCorp, Kirk Peters..."
"Can go fuck himself." I sighed, my physical pleasure slowly turning back into everyday stress. "No, don't send that," I said through clenched teeth. Kirk just never let up, and wouldn't take the hint, no matter how heavily it was implied in my previous responses. I rubbed my temples. "Message as follows: James Peters regrets that far more pressing matters will be occupying his attention for the foreseeable future. Please be patient. XR Innovations values feedback from even our least significant customers." I closed my eyes as a smile began to creep across my face. "Although a response may not be immediately forthcoming, rest assured, your comments will bet treated with the appropriate level of urgency."
"Understood," Sandra replied. "All that remains is for you to sign the attached priority shipment invoice for our internal records."
My eyes snapped open. "What?" I sat bolt upright on the table, snatching the document from Sandra's hands. I briefly scanned the letter.
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James,
Thanks so much for the advance unit. One of these days, the world's going to finally notice how much of a genius you've been all this time, and how much of a layabout I am. The sheer brilliance of every one of your products makes my little operation look lazy and uninspired. I know you keep saying that I got all of Mom's charm and Dad's troublemaking, but it's pretty clear to me that you got all the brains.
My shipping alert tells me that the package left XR earlier this afternoon, so it's possible it may have already arrived at the Nevada facility by the time you receive this message.
Jane sends her love. Remember, when things aren't so busy for you, you're always welcome at our place. We don't see each other nearly enough these days, and it would be a shame to lose contact with you just because our schedules were booked a bit tight, especially since our offices are barely twenty miles apart.
All my best, Kirk
PS - I'd considered giving the wrist comp to Derek this week, but clever though he is, a one-year-old just isn't quite ready for that kind of thing. Maybe in four or five years.
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"That sniveling, gutless eunuch!" I shouted, jumping down from the table. "Let me see that priority shipment notification!" I held out my hand. Sandra retrieved the paperwork from her armful of documents. I glanced at the relevant information. Sure enough, one XR9660, destination, ScenariCorp Facility R326. Paid in full in the amount of...
"Where is he?" I demanded. Knowing James, he had probably scurried off to his little hidey-hole to play with his toy version of me. One of these days, I would find that doll. I was flattered that he had gone to such lengths to create a duplicate ARA in my image - getting the custom designed chassis to match the person's bone structure was near impossible without medical scans - but it was infuriating that I hadn't been able to find the damned thing. I knew it existed. I had seen the payments to the data analysis firms, and had access to the audio and video data he had sent them. It wasn't fair that he got to play with her by himself, and I never even got so much as a peek. Sure, it bothered me to think of him banging a bot, but I didn't like to think about anybody playing with my toys but me.
Sandra's eyes flickered momentarily as she accessed the building's data net. "Mister Peters is currently in his main office."
I leapt off the table, heedless of my nudity. I nearly dashed out of the room, then thought better of it. In their current state, my assistants might be useful as a means of weakening James' resolve. "Mira, Joyce, Shana, with me. Sandra, go back to our office and shut yourself down."
"Yes, mistress," all four bots chorused.
As we left, I briefly entertained the thought of leaving Gemma undressed and spanking herself until someone else noticed, but finally dismissed the idea. Business was business, but if I let playtime interfere with normal operations, my discretionary budget would probably be slashed. It had taken weeks of sex with James the last time that had happened, and I didn't want to have to go through that again. The man was simply too timid in bed. He didn't put up any kind of fight. If I'd wanted a compliant man, I would have bought a male ARA.
We stormed - Well, I stormed, my assistants merely followed - through the complex to James' central office. Kendra, his personal secretary, made a token attempt to keep us waiting in the outer office. "I'm very sorry, ma'am, but Mr. Peters is not to be dis-"
I held up a hand to stop her. "Administrative override, Helen Parson."
Kendra immediately moved out of my way, staring blankly into space. "Administrative access granted," she said, distantly. I toyed with the idea of having some fun with her, but I had more important matters on my mind. Pushing the doors open, I burst into the office.
As usual, James sat, hunched at his workbench, a binocular jeweler's loupe strapped to his head. On the table lay a topless woman wearing only a simple skirt and conservative shoes. As James poked with some unseen instrument inside her opened torso, she spoke in a near monotone. "Link path 9-2-5-7 test signal received. Path group Beta fully confirmed." She stared blankly ahead as she said this. James merely grunted in detached affirmation.
Typical. He has a beautiful woman lying exposed in front of him, utterly submissive to his every whim, and all he did was tinker with electronics. He didn't deserve such beautiful toys. Wherever his duplicate version of me was, he probably only got her naked to tinker with her processors. The only thing he was likely to put in her was a screwdriver or a soldering iron.
"Just what the hell is this supposed to be?!" I yelled at him.
He barely reacted. "Hello Helen, how was your day, why don't you make yourself comfortable..." He looked back over his shoulder at me, that same kicked puppy look on his face. Poor James, nobody cares about his feelings. "Helen, I know we don't have a dress code, but really..."
"Don't change the subject." I walked up to him. Unsurprisingly, he had the gall to keep working while I talked. The girl's torso was missing most of the flesh from her waist up to just below her tits. Inside the gleaming chrome of her chassis, I could see the blinking components he was testing.
There was another spark. The girl began to speak again. "Link path zero-" She paused. A shorting-out sound came from within her torso, and her face contorted inhumanly. Her mouth appeared to be moving to speak again, but her voice stretched out into a monotone buzz.
"Damnit," he said, unplugging the tool from her internals. Unceremoniously, he pulled her skirt up and began to rummage around in her pussy and ass. I almost got the impression he might have given up on whatever testing he was up to and had simply decided to have some fun, but then the girl's face switched back to normal.
"System reset. Retarting personality profile," she announced. She blinked, then smiled up at him. "Sorry, I think I must have dozed off there for a while. That massage felt wonderful." She gave no indication that she even noticed being topless with her skirt pulled up, let alone that she didn't have any skin where her abdominals should have been. She looked over at me, similarly failing to notice my own nudity. "Hello. Are you here for a massage, too?" If I hadn't been so pissed off, I might have made a more playful suggestion to James.
"What is this?" I waved the paper at him. His immensely magnified eyes blinked at me through the loupe.
"It's a shipping invoice, dear. I was led to believe you knew what to do with them." He turned back to his little project.
There was my opening: He had made an aggressive move, and I could work that to my advantage. "Oh, is that what I am to you?" I said, emphasizing the hurt tone. "Just a piece of office equipment to do your accounting?" I tried to summon some tears for extra sympathy, but could only manage a few choked sobs. It seemed to have the right effect. He stopped working on the girl and slumped uselessly. "I'd always wondered," I continued, pressing the advantage.
It usually did the trick, calling his motives into question like that. After accusing him of loving his secretary more than me, he nearly fell over himself to prove he trusted me in whatever way I wanted. The next day, I was in charge of my own discretionary budget. "You don't really care about me at all, do you?" I got into full swing. "I'm just your employee, James. That's all you ever wanted, isn't it."
He sighed, setting down the tool calmly. Not the normal reaction. Had I gone too far over the top with that last line?
"Helen, hiring you as financial director was your idea, remember?" Patiently explaining. Too calm. What was he up to? "You didn't want Kyle to take it too hard. You said he wasn't emotionally ready to find out about us, that he would take it badly." He stood, walking to his desk. "I know he's very attached to you. I intentionally hired him in a department where he would see you frequently." Damn. Wrong play. He had the high road on this one.
"But then you sent him away! To work for that despicable brother of yours, no less." Sad or angry? I decided to go with angry.
"Kyle's departure was none of my doing." He rummaged in one of his desk drawers, and removed something. I couldn't quite see what. "Kyle came to me, demanding that I triple his salary. He already made more than anyone else doing the same job, so I just couldn't justify it. He applied at ScenariCorp that afternoon, and was working there the next day." He leaned casually against his desk.
Relaxed. Not his normal dejected self. He wasn't like this often, but when he was, it was extremely difficult to get him back in line. Still, he didn't seem to react as though he considered this a full-blown argument, so maybe...
"I suppose it's for the best," I sniffed. "With him working for Kirk, he's not around to see us." The transition from sad to aroused was a tough one to pull off convincingly. I had refined it to near-perfection. "Tell you what," I said, with a flirtatious grin, "why don't we recall this silly shipment and put that unit to good use?" I circled around my assistants, tracing my fingers around their breasts and legs, just in case he didn't get the hint.
He swallowed. I had gotten through to him at last. I looked at my girls, clad only in the lingerie I had personally selected for each of them: Mira in a lace garter set and open-cup bra, Joyce in a silk-and-velvet corset, and Shana in a sheer bodystocking, patterned to resemble a crotchless teddy with stockings. "Even boys play with dolls," I said to them.
The triggerphrase had an immediate effect. Joyce shuddered and began to breathe the rasping, desperate breaths of a woman in the middle of sex. Shana approached her, wrapping her arms around from behind to stroke Joyce's breasts and dip her fingers into Joyce's dripping sex. She nibbled playfully at Joyce's ear, then brought her fingers up to her mouth to suck the juices from them, all the while staring directly at James.
Shana reacted by circling around me, shaking her ass at him, before coming to a halt beside me. I turned towards her, and she continued her programmed sequence by running her hands over my breasts, and pressing her own tits up against mine. I winked at James. "Just think of all the fun that poor unit is missing out on, being shipped to Kirk like that." I pouted. "Bring her back, James. I want us to play with her."
James took a deep, ragged breath, obviously struggling to maintain his position. "Even if our freight service could recall a shipment like that..." He began.
"You could make them," I said, a doll-like innocence on my face. Time for some flattery. "You're one of their biggest customers."
"I'm sure it will get put to good use when it arrives. Which, I might add, it probably already has."
I laughed. "You think ScenariCorp will put it to good use? Really? And why the hell would you sell it to them at cost?" I was starting to really get pissed. "James, it's bad enough that Kyle has to work for that awful man, but now you're sending him pre-release merchandise with not even one dollar of profit!" My anger really started to boil over. "You spend all your time working on this 'amazing' new chip, but you're driving this company into the ground. Have you lost your mind?"
Too far, Helen. This was not the time to really say what was on your mind. I needed to pull out of this tailspin. "Why would you send one to him, of all people?" I tried to sound sympathetic, play on his rivalry with Kirk. "You hate him."
He looked genuinely hurt. Damn it, what was on his mind? He wasn't taking any of my bait! "I never said I hated him, Helen. Apart from you, he's probably the closest thing I have to a friend." Oh, hell, was he feeling depressed? God no. He was almost useless when he was depressed. "I don't hate him. I'm just..." Another sigh.
Fuck, if he was depressed, there was almost no way to keep that pre-release unit out of Kirk's hands. I wouldn't even be able to entice him with sex if he was in a funk.
"I'm just afraid he's better than me," he mumbled.
This gave me an idea. It was a long shot, but jealousy was probably the only thing left that could kick him into action. "Well," I said, casually, "he's certainly better in bed." Of course, it had been nearly twenty years ago, but James didn't need to know that.
The color drained from his face and his eyes went wide. "What did you say?" He whispered. I'd never seen him this angry before. Time to really whip him into a frenzy.
"Oh, don't look so surprised. You know how much I've sampled his... merchandise." I tossed my hair in a dismissive manner. "It was only a matter of time before things got a little more hands-on." I adopted my most innocent-looking expression. "You mean he didn't tell you? That doesn't sound very friendly to me."
He was shaking with rage, his teeth gritted. Any minute now he would...
"You said you loved me! Do you 'love' me the same way you 'hate' him?" Shit! He wasn't supposed to get angry at me!
He started crying. Not the pathetic sobs of self-pity that were so common for him, but angry tears, like he felt betrayed. He shoved his way past me, heading for the door. "Where do you think you're going?" I said. "You're supposed to recall this thing!" I waved the invoice at him, uselessly.
"Damnit, Helen, no! I need to think!" Shouting. Not good. He doesn't shout. "I was going to ask you to marry me, Helen!" He hurled the tiny object at me. It bounced off the carpet, then impacted with Joyce's thigh. She smiled vacantly.
I gaped at the object - a small box, unmistakably containing an engagement ring. I looked back at James, and for once, I actually felt as naked and exposed as my body was.
"I guess that's not on the agenda anymore!" He shouted. Turning to leave, he bumped into someone - I couldn't see who with James blocking my view.
"Kyle!" No. No, please not Kyle, not now! "How... how long have you been standing there? What did you hear?" I looked around, desperate to find some kind of hiding place. James' desk would have to do, even though it was a pretty obvious choice. I could only hope Kyle would get distracted by my assistants.
I dove behind the desk, waiting. I heard James' footsteps through the outer office, then the outer door slammed. As I listened, I tried to still my breathing as much as possible, to even keep the pounding of my heart quiet through sheer strength of will.
"Not a thing, Mister Peters," I heard my son say. It was well hidden, but I could hear the venom dripping in his voice. "Not a single thing."
Long seconds passed without event, but then Kyle's voice came loudly. "You hardly need to hide, mother. I know you're here."
I peered out over the top of the desk. "Kyle, I can explain," I began.
He smiled as if it didn't matter. "You don't need to explain anything, mother. And you certainly don't need to worry that I might accidentally catch a glimpse of you naked." He chuckled. It sounded like someone chipping ice. "I'm no Oedipus Rex."
I stood, shaking. Every ounce of the strength I had felt earlier was drained from me. "Kyle, please, I..." I tried to speak again.
"Shh, don't worry, mother. I understand." His voice was soothing. I wanted to believe he really sympathized. "I know this isn't how you wanted things, but it's okay. I can fix this." He smiled.
I narrowed my eyes. Fixing things wasn't really what exactly something Kyle did all that often. "What do you mean?" I said, trying to keep the trepidation out of my voice.
"I have a plan," he said in a cheery tone. The smile vanished from his face, but his tone remained upbeat. "It's going to solve all our problems."