Office Misconduct

Chapter 9

Sam left the office, nodding at Mike on his way out the door to his car, noticing a smirk of a smile on Mike's face. Checking his phone once he was behind the wheel, he saw the text from Ivy, asking for a session. He placed the phone down and wondered if Jenn had seen the texts emblazoned on his phone as to why she even thought to call him 'Daddy'. He was no idiot, he realized Jenn had seen something that drove her curious mind to say what she did. For the second time he also knew Già had been watching him, observing the way he let the masseuse fuck him, then the reaction to being called 'Daddy', he had intended for only one to use that term, one was all he needed. In the meantime, he had things to prepare and a product to test. His employees are his subjects to assure the success of the device.

Sam triggered the garage door to lift, parked and started to consider what his dinner plans were. He had stayed later than usual for the massage session and really wanted something simple and to relax out by the pool. He triggered the door to lower as he entered into his kitchen doorway, slipped out of his shoes and started to peel the buttons from his shirt, folding his suit jacket over a stool by the kitchen bar table. He had stocked his fridge and his pantry with what his diet needed, but tonight, he was too exhausted to cook, he just wanted something quick. He made himself a meaty sandwich, a fruit bowl, poured a new glass of scotch, unlatched and slid the patio door open and walked to his pool, sitting into a lounger, taking in the mountainous view beyond his now fully-owned property. The waterfall flowing into the pool catching his eye and started to take in the design of it all. The width, the strength of the water flowing out of the rocks above the pool. The jutted out rocks perfect for... 'Ah yes,' Sam thought as he ate and sipped down his scotch.

Sam set his plate and bowl down onto a table beside the lounger, slugged down the remains of his scotch and stood to walk towards the waterfall. Behind it, he noticed a fake rock, knelt down to it and found a latch, lifting the door upwards, locating the settings for the waterfall, a remote was tucked into the box, taking it out, standing and walked to the side to flow of the water and began testing the remote for the settings. Each button, each click, he noticed different water spouts, from top to bottom, it had at least ten different flows. The lights changed colors from bright white to dark reds, the hues adjusting into the glow of the pool. Finally, he left the lights on, but turned the flow of water off completely, tucked the remote into his pants pocket, walked onto the ledge and held his arms outwards to curl his palms into the round, upper rocks, noticing how his feet planted onto the ledge. The water flow would be hitting his face if still on or with a click flowing directly into his hips, or both based on the variety of settings he could use. Back at the fake rock, there were valves to change the flow of water, from smooth to harsh, Sam noticed. His mind triggered, knowing now what he was about to do.

Sam gathered his plate, glass and walked back to the kitchen, placing both into the sink. Swung the garage entrance door open and located his tools, fittings, moving faster now as he wanted to get this done before he fell into his bed. He entered a spare room, locating what he needed, tucking them into his pocket, back to his pool and waterfall and began his work. Drilling holes in each rock, eye-hooks screwed into each hole, testing the distance of each with his own arms, happy with the placement, began doing the same to the ledge he stood on. Four eye-hooks now, seated into the rock. He took out from his pocket four handcuffs, attaching each one to an eye-hook, unlatching the other pairing. Now all he needed was a test subject.

Sam took the remote into his hand, stripped down bare, tossing his clothing to the side of the pool. He gripped into the eye-hooks and triggered the flow, standing to face the pool water, the beating of the flow immediately hitting the back of his head, against his shoulders, pushing him forward. He had to hold firmly into the cuffs as he felt the pressure building, his thumb hit the flow trigger and again a new sensation, the hard force of water slammed into his butt, thrusting him forward, feet barely able to hold against the ledge. Sam was now laughing, the sensation of the flow right where that masseuse had found her oily cock entering. His back arched, being pushed towards the pool, bubbling water flowing over his head and torso, keeping his fingers looped into the eye-hooks, making his arms bulge out, his thighs forcing his toes to dig into the slick bottom ledge.

Sam turned, dipped under the water, taking hold of the eye-hooks and leaned back, the flow drowning his face, the water into his hips hitting perfectly into his groin. His cock was rock hard, each pulse of the water forcing his shaft to smack into his abs, spitting out water from his lips as he hooked his heels into the edge of the ledge and leaned further back. He felt his sheath being peeled back by the direct aim of the water, keeping his cock edging further into the hard flow. He rocked his hips into the flow, stroking himself into the pulsing water, eyes closed from the fall into his face, he imagined taking her, using her, fucking her right here. Sam howled outward, spitting water outwards, every muscle on his Herculean frame taught and bulged out, his thick, meaty member pummeled from the harsh flow of water. "Where are you Già? I need to claim you right here, right now!!!!"

Sam showered, changed into his boxers for bed, checked his schedule for tomorrow, glad he was finally meeting with Mark and Adam, they had insisted he would be pleased with where they were so far. Già should by now have seen her delivery and contemplating what this means. His next shipment was due any day now, feeling confident with what he chose, he then texted Ivy, "I have my first meeting tomorrow morning, be there and be ready." He grinned into the phone as he shut it off, placed it onto his bedside table, shifted himself into his boxers as a semi was building at the idea of what Tuesday will bring him.

He laid back into his pillow, considered how his day ended, picked up his phone, texting Jenn, "I've never been with such a gorgeously fit girl like you. The 'extra' was a surprise, but don't go thinking I just played along, my anus is still feeling you inside. I hope I left a similar sensation. I look forward to Wednesday." He placed the phone back down, settled into his pillow and closed his eyes.

Sam awoke early, dressed, made his cup of coffee and stood at his patio door wondering when he would have Già over for a swim and perhaps a lingerie show. Checking his watch, he had time for a hard workout and left his home, driving to the gym where he found Jenn in the weight room coaching the guys to work up a sweat. He changed into his workout clothes, still not using a jock strap, he checked his phone before tossing it into the locker. Jenn: "Yes, Sir, never been fucked by a horse before, but sure felt like it..." Ivy: "Thank you, Sir!" Sam's grin widened as he left to enter the workout room and look for the weights. He was going to do some weighted squats today to feel the burn in both his shoulders and thighs.

Jenn noticed Sam enter, waited to see him settle into a workout before coming over to provide some drooling assistance. He was huffing with each lift, his chest pushing out into his tank top. His thighs ripped out to the max, his feet planted apart. At least he had the where-withall to wear longer workout shorts, Jenn observed. Otherwise that monster would surely fall out each time he lowered down. She took a swat at his ass, giggled and placed her body fully behind him as he lifted up fully, placing a secretive kiss on his sweaty neck. "You look amazing, handsome," Jenn whispered into his ear.

Sam held his pose, his arms shaking into the weights, his legs tight as Jenn pressed her firm breasts into his back, her hips meeting his cheeks. "Careful where you place those lips, Jenn, don't want any unnecessary reactions to occur," Sam joked as he lowered back down slowly, grinding his cheeks down her body, arching into her hips, down against her 'secret'.

Jenn exhaled and did not move an inch, only molding herself into his form as he bent into her body. The grind against her cock was almost too much to hide. She smacked his ass again, waiting for the lift back up, whispering once more into his ear, "If you need that monster drained before you leave, let me know..." She swiftly turned, focused on her other clients in the room and gave each her attention.

Despite the offer, Sam needed to prepare for his meeting and to attend to Ivy afterwards. She would be waiting in their private room. After his shower and dressing, he left Jenn a text: "Come to my house for dinner tonight, I need to test something out, I could use your help." He sent her his address and tucked the phone back into his pocket and left the gym to head to his office.

Mark and Adam were already outside of his office, Mark holding onto a box when he stood seeing Sam approaching. Both were besides themselves, Adam opening the door for Sam to enter. "Good morning, Boss!" Sam swiftly glided into his office, waved for each to take a seat, while he settled in, wishing again he had an assistant to get him a fresh cup of coffee.

Mark set the box down, lifted the lid, took out three cups of coffee, handing each a cup. Sam was obviously pleased and sighed, "Hey, thanks, Mark!" Adam also nodded and sipped as he sat, waiting for Sam to start their joint meeting.

"So I understand you two have something to actually 'show' me this time? I was sort of hoping more was in that box than just coffee," he laughed and drank in his coffee and set the cup back onto his desk, eyeing them both as they each looked at each other.

Adam started first, it seems they had rehearsed this meeting, usually both would be fidgeting and fighting for time to talk. "Sam, the AI code works! The servers are up as of this morning, the design team has a few things to work out, otherwise the code is ready for testing!!" He was jubilant and excited, each one was. "Mark?"

Mark took his queue, lifted three items from the box, each looked like wrap-around headphones. "This is our Beta hardware, Sam, we feel this works best for what the project plan was demanding of us, the fit is suitable for any adult, expanding as it should and once connected, should not slip off like the Alpha product did. It has natural pressure to attach to the forehead perfectly and the first thing the subject, er, sorry, 'user' will feel is a brief sense of euphoria once the device connects to their brainwaves.

Sam reached out to the device he was offered and noticed the color differences, before he could ask, Mark was quick to answer.

"These two we have are blue, the submissive or latent controllers, while yours being red is the... well for a better word than 'dominant' we chose, 'Director', since this is intended to be a fantasy controlled by the visual artist and appreciated by those joined to it. The goal is to have the Director connect to the server, set the scene for his player or players, then have them adorn this device, instantly connect to your scene. The brain is sent the visuals, all they do is act into your scene or they choose to end it with a simple word, I suppose one would call it a 'safe word' for lack of a better phrase for now." Mark inhaled as he just spat that out, looked at Adam, nodded to him and back at Sam, "please, place the controller onto your head so we can guide you through the basics. Don't worry, we are not going to trick you into giving us raises, these devices will not turn into Directors," Mark joked to Sam.

Both Sam and Adam laughed, Mark just beamed with pride as he watched Sam place the shape of the device onto his head, touching his temporal lobes, finishing to his ears and around his neck. His eyes went wide as he found a visual before his eyes, a keyboard of sorts and a window showing options. "Whoa! Are you two seeing this also?"

Adam interjected, "no, Sam, just you, the blue devices if worn right now, which we can do, will not show anything until you select each to join your scene."

Mark then stood, pacing the room as he excitedly told Sam about the interface, how he could set a scene using his mind, his fingers in the air tapping invisible objects. "As the Director, just visualize your scene, how you want your player to look, what you wish for them to see, we do not control their minds in following your directions, just what they see from your perspective. How they feel is totally up to how immersed their minds get into what you set up for them."

Sam was in shock and amazed as to what he was seeing, getting familiar with the settings, creating his first scene in his mind, he chose his waterfall at his house. It was like he was there, hearing the water splashing onto the rocks, the sun lowering behind the mountains. He could not create people to be there, just the visual layout. He turned to see himself in the reflection of his patio door, he stood naked, his cock soft and limp as that too was not something he could control. He would need the proper stimulus... he would need a 'player'. He gave this some thought, changed his own view of himself to look like a centaur, a man and horse, a dangling horsecock between his back legs, his elven ears and hair dangling down his long neck. Prancing around and even stepping into the pool, hearing the displacement of water as each hoof settled into the blue water. His horsecock felt the waves of the water flowing around it and he quickly stopped and removed the headgear. "Fuck! This is amazing! Neither of you saw any of that right?"

Each man shook their heads, they had not seen what he had just visualized.

"Did you wish for us to join and watch you build a scene, Sam?" Adam was the first to break the silence. "I am telling you Sam, there are no filters or limits on the red devices, we have yet to determine what safeguards to build in yet, given the nature of what these are intended for and since the players have the right to dismiss or leave the scene whenever they wish, perhaps there will not be any."

Mark broke in suddenly, "Well we have the code kept to fantasy roleplaying not anything gruesome like playing out a Chainsaw Massacre scene that may leave your player in shock."

Adam added, "Even though that is a fantasy for some people, shockingly enough, to be mutilated or dismembered."

Sam shook his head, "No this is about sexual fantasies, not about cutting an arm off and shoving that arm up their assholes."

"Again, some people fantasize..." Adam interjected.

"Well let them if their player goes along with it and gets off, I suppose it is still a win," Sam mused. "Just not my thing."

"So who has experienced these so far," Sam asked, seeing his phone go off from Ivy, "Here, Sir"

"No one has seen this version, no one has been subjected to any testing until you greenlight these for use, Sam." Mark was visibly anxious to try these out.

"What do you two have in mind? Did you have a couple of hours now to follow my lead and do you have one more in that box, Mark?" Sam looked at him hoping there was at least one more blue device.

Mark lifted a handful out of the box, showing Sam he had plenty to spare. Sam reached for one and asked them to give him a few minutes, looking at each one, asking, "How horny are you right now, guys?"

Each one laughed and was eager to give these a try, but also nervous that it was just the three of them. Seeing Sam had taken one more headgear from Mark, they surmised he had something up his sleeve.

"What you are about to observe, hear, witness is exactly what those NDAs were all about, gentleman. What we are about to do might shock even you, but both of you know this is fantasy, just please enjoy the roles I will assign each of you and do your best to stay in character. I promise you this will be arousing and pleasurable for all of us. I will be entering a room next to my office, both of you will stay outside until I call you both in. Adam, you are the married one here, any concerns?" Sam donned his headgear, looking at Adam, while he set up the scene in his mind and onto each device. He designed the roles each will play, making sure the third was oblivious of the other two until he allowed for it.

Adam knew what he was getting into when he was asked to join this team. His wife knew parts of what he did, but not this in depth. She was open-minded and a pretty wild woman, so he only hoped one day they could participate in using these once they hit the market. He had so many ideas... "No concerns, Sam, let's do this!"

Sam set up the characters and scene, knowing Ivy was waiting for him, but this should thoroughly open her eyes. He nodded to each man to place their headgear on, letting them see that they were still in his office, yet their appearances were different, each reading what their character was and Sam could even hear them gasping a little at what they were about to get into. "Stay dressed for now until you are ready to participate, our subject is currently in that room I was telling you about, give me about ten minutes to prepare her and call for you to enter."

Sam removed off his tie and shirt and left the room with the headgear in his hand for Ivy to wear. He could not wait to see her eyes when each man came into the room.

When Ivy first entered the office next to Sam's, closing the door, her thrilling excitement rose into her core. It had been too long since their last session and she desperately needed his attention. Flicking her card key to the secret door popped it open, walking in and looking around at all the toys he had set up for them. She looked down and noticed a robe laying on the floor and looked around to see if she was alone. At first feeling this was suspicious, robes were not something either had worn before, not even after a shared shower. "Hmmm," Ivy thought, "how did this get here and from whom?" Her mind was going off to whether Sam had shared this room with another and if so, who. 'Was it that new girl he hired, someone else?'

She turned, exited the room and turned to his wardrobe finding his clothes moved along the rung. Still her mind was wondering who would have entered that room, was it just Sam checking on things... No, he would not have dropped it there and left it for her to see. She hung the robe back onto a hanger and closed the closet door. She returned to the room and dismissed the robe and whomever had dropped it there for her to find.

Ivy took her place on a flat pillow, kneeling down, she removed her dress, short as it was, and folded it onto a chair close by. Keeping her heels on, as she liked being fucked wearing them, her lingerie she adorned on her thin body, curved over her ample breasts. The fabric was shear and revealed her skin below the thin fabric. Her nipples were already rock hard as she knelt, folding the flats of her hands against her thighs and waited for Sam to appear.

Sam opened the door, closing it behind him as he entered, both men stopping short of being seen, but at least knowing where Sam was now. Ivy was properly on her knees, wearing nothing but lingerie around her fit, toned body. Heels always on, slutty as usual for her brother.

Ivy heard her brother enter the room, she was wondering if he would ever come, but always careful not to push too much or make herself obvious to anyone that she needed his time like the rest of them. She more so needed his touch, his firm, abusive touch. She was in need of a punishment like no other given her jealousy of the new woman Sam had hired and taking his attention away from her. She knew jealousy was not allowed, nor ever revealed between them. But she was feeling needy for her brother's cock, needing to let him use her and drain his seed into her whore holes. She needed to feel his girth stretching each of her holes. Her father had trained and prepared her well for being the family whore, the slut in need of cock, being a cum slut and drinking every drop into her stomach. She did not look up, not until she was given permission.