Veronica was working at Hitch headquarters. She was at her white plexiglass desk, reviewing the mountains of data that dynamic pricing was beginning to generate. She wore her hair up, and had a pair of reading glasses perched on her nose. She was contemplating having someone come in and eat her pussy, just as a way of demonstrating that she was part of the team.
(An aside, for clarity: I didn't know Veronica well at this point. I had met her in the assessment booth at the mall, but we didn't get acquainted. For her, it was one of several events she did in numerous cities across the country. For me, as I've mentioned, the event was overshadowed by Raheem's surprise appearance. I got to know Veronica much better later on. I am taking a bit of artistic liberty by assuming that the following events took place while I was in Mexico.)
The neighbouring office to Veronica's was Chet's, and there was a glass wall between the two offices. Veronica always saw when Chet was getting laid by one of the office sluts. Today, he had a skinny twink sucking his cock while he talked on the phone.
A phone call came in. "Hi Veronica, it's Paul from Global assessment and scoring." The voice on the other end was reedy and slightly nasal. "Do you have time to help me out with something?"
"Hi Paul, I know what this is about. You're going to say my scores from my coast-to-coast trip are not in line with the other assessment teams."
"No. I mean... yes, they are. I mean, they aren't in line with... but that's not why I'm calling."
The twink was on his knees in between the glass wall and Chet's desk. Chet was letting the slut take his time, gradually taking more and more of Chet's shaft down his throat.
"We should have a meeting to discuss this, Paul. I think the scoring that other assessments are arriving at are too high. I'm looking at the dollar figures here, and I think my scores are correct." Veronica started clicking madly. "I have a few spreadsheets here, let me just call them up..."
Chet, patience exhausted, stood up from his desk and shoved the twink against the glass wall. It made a loud thumping noise in Veronica's office. Chet began licking the twink's asshole to get him ready. The twink's impressive shaved cock and balls were right in Veronica's line of sight, and the sensation of Chet's tongue on his ass was making him rock-hard.
"No need. The scores from assessments aren't really being tracked. The final scores will be generated by the algorithm. The initial score is really just seed data. It'll all come out in the end." Paul said breezily. "I wanted your help with something a bit more... um... personal."
Veronica's shoulders slumped. She turned away from her laptop. The twink on the other side of her glass wall was biting his lip as Chet's positioned his dick and then suddenly slammed it into his ass. "Personal?"
"It's my wife. I'm trying to... I think she would enjoy a tour of the office. Daryl keeps saying we should have our spouses come in, if they want to. But she's not sure how to... you know... get started."
"You want me to introduce your wife to some of the dick that's on offer in the office. Because I'm a woman." Veronica's voice betrayed a sense of exhaustion, which Paul did not seem to pick up on.
"Yes! Exactly. I know it's a big favour, but would you be willing?"
He was not her boss. She could say no, tell him he should show his own wife around. But Veronica was nothing if not a team player. It was simply good relationship management to say yes.
"Thank you so much," he said. "It's not just that you're a woman, by the way. I mean, I want a woman to show Deedee around, but I thought of you immediately. Not Sarah or any of the others; everyone says that you're one of the most enthusiastic participants among the women. So I knew you'd be able to teach her how to have a good time with the... well, you know."
Veronica tried to take it as a compliment. It was meant as one, she knew. He had called her 'enthusiastic.' What he meant was that she fucked almost as many of the office sluts as the men in the office did.
The company, like most tech startups, had an overwhelmingly male employee base. But Hinge had more of a culture problem than most tech companies did. After all, Daryl Pines had set up a company culture where he constantly had naked women under his desk, and the rest of the male staff had become accustomed to free access to a rotating population of naked and available bodies.
Most, like Chet, had found that men and women were equally useful if the goal was simply to dump a load of cum into something during a short work break. The well-hung twink whose cock was leaking pre-cum onto her wall now would never have guessed that Chet had been entirely straight before he started working at Hitch.
The handful of other women who worked at Htch, though, did not take as much advantage of the opportunities on offer. Sure, they would get a slut to give them a neck massage or a foot rub, but Veronica stood out because she was known to actually have sex at work quite regularly. It was one of the things that put her on the promotion track, and it made the men around her treat her like an equal.
Speaking of which,
she thought, her eyes going back to the twink that Chet was still pounding.
I haven't gotten railed in almost week. Too focused on my computer, and that's not how you get attention around here.
She stood up and looked over the twink's shoulder to make eye contact with Chet, who was on a phone call. She gestured, with an inquiring sort of facial expression. She elaborately mouthed the words "mind if I get under his dick while you're fucking him?"
Chet shook his head, with a small frown. He was saying something into the phone about how he was not satisfied with his wireless provider. He pointed at his wrist and mouthed "just two more minutes, let me finish."
Veronica sat back in her office chair and watched the twink's face. It was just as well that Chet was making her wait. She was nowhere near as wet as she needed to be.
She turned back to her computer and ran a database query on certain parameters. A whole spreadsheet began to populate, displaying men from around the world, aged eighteen to thirty-five, all scored with a dollar ratio of at least $75/hour.
There were no pictures or identifying information, just a list of numbers and calculations. Cock size, erection reliability, muscle to fat ratio. The Hitch database had millions of people in it, and these nameless men were rising to the top of the list through the magic of economics and machine learning. Seven percent of them were blond. Fifteen percent were under 20.
As she knew it would, Veronica's pussy started to respond. This was her secret. Reports like this one were how she managed to be the most sexually aggressive woman at Hitch. There was something that really got her going when she thought about reducing men to nothing more than economic calculations.
The numbers worked like they always did, and she turned back to look at the twink as Chet sped up his pounding. Her practised eye began to roam over the twink's body.
The fact that he takes it up the ass is a big value-add, that brings his assessment up. And his legs are worth money. Look at them; long and shapely, strong with a covering of blonde hair. I could sell someone those legs, no problem.
Of course, the twink wasn't in the database. One of the most closely-guarded secrets of the company was that most of the sluts around the Hitch office were paid by the hour, and did not have Hitch cards. If the corporate office sourced its sluts only from people who shopped at the flagship store, there would be nowhere near enough.
Veronica tried to avoid thinking about the fact that Hinge was in trouble. She tried to forget that Daryl Pines had been funnelling venture capital money into a small army of sex workers for months to create the illusion that Hitch was more popular than it actually was. She turned back to her list of $75/hour sluts. Each of them was out there somewhere, being bent over just like the twink next door.
