Thanks for all the comments and encouragement. I'll try not to take as long to post the next chapters but I don't have as much time to write my smut as I used to.
Chapter 18
Everyone turned as Chloe walked into the office. Brian, following behind her went completely unnoticed. She had a fat red dildo bulging out of her soaked pussy, framed by the open zippers surrounding her crotch. There was champagne out, and everyone had been patting Jerome Finney on the back. Chloe's appearance meant the only movement was growing cocks.
Brian paused and smiled slowly before striding towards Jerome with his hand outstretched. "So you did it? It was about time, too. I've been expecting this for weeks, you fat bastard! Congratulations!"
The men slowly recovered, but they didn't take their eyes off the naked beauty standing akimbo in the center of the open space. Jerome smiled back, enthusiastically getting back into his senses by talking shop.
"Yeah. It turned out to be the easiest thing. All I needed to do was bypass the core and let each slave app link with any of the others, so you can interface directly with any app on a remote computer without running it on the computer's OS. You can host as many programs as you want on the master software, AND you can run the programs accessing the processing power of the remote computer, the device, and anything else you can network together."
Brian was shaking his head, "Jerome, you fucking nailed it." Jerome was doing a bad job playing modest.
"Listen, we owe you big for this. Take the weekend off and get some rest. Hell, don't come back for a week if you like! You totally earned it. We still need to work on the GUI and we'll have some questions on implementation, but I owe you a vacation and a bonus."
"Thanks, Brian." Getting the weekend off was a rare event for the pale gang. They'd been pretty much living in the half furnished floor for two years, and most of that time had been spent just trying to break even.
"And...." Brian looked around, "Everyone's going to hate me for this, but fuck it, we have all summer and Jerome deserves it. Chloe here lost her day off privileges for the week, so she's going to be on the clock this weekend anyway." He looked over at her, "Chloe, I want you to assist this brilliant gentleman on his little vacation and make sure that he has everything taken care of."
Chloe was prepared and smiled with as much enthusiasm as she could muster at Jerome Finney. That only seemed to make him more nervous. The man was morbidly obese, like, 300 pounds obese. On the upside, it would be nice to go out on vacation on the company dime. Her very first business trip! But damn, that was a lot of man to please. Chloe couldn't hold back a shudder thinking about what she would need to do. She played it off as a sexual rush and rubbed at her little red toy. Her date with Mark. The whole room sighed.
She kept on smiling widely at Mr. Stevens and Mr. Finney, "Yes, Mr. Stevens... but I'll need to let Arthur know. This is all I have to wear and it's going to take some time for him to put some clothes together for wherever Mr. Finney wants to go."
"I have to confess I kind of saw this coming," Mr. Stevens grinned slyly. "I've been keeping close tabs on everyone's progress," he looked at everyone meaningfully, "and I gave Mr. Kaliakides a heads up yesterday so he should be ready, but yeah, you know what, why don't you take Jerome so he can let Arthur know how he wants you himself. Jerome, your weekend starts now. Get the hell out of here." He clapped his hands for emphasis, fully in alpha boss mode, "looks like we're going to have to order our own lunches today."
"Um... actually, Mr. Stevens, I have one little thing to take care of first." She skipped off on the tall shoes towards Mark Harris. Leaving behind loud exclamations. The combination of her clit chains jangling around, her tits bobbing all over the place, and her wide open, brightly illuminated asshole leveled the room with an even greater wave of lustful shock. Moreover, it almost leveled Chloe. She had way too much going on on her body and in her body to be skipping impulsively and she settled a few steps later in front of Mark, gripping her parts and shivering at the over stimulation. The show hadn't worked though, Mr. Harris was still busily at work.
Chloe stood coyly behind his chair and tapped him on the shoulder. He looked at her with his wide-eyed face, neutral. She wanted to make this good for him and his impassive shell was starting to daunt her. She slowly lowered herself to the ground with her pussy pointing out at him between the bare rows of zipper teeth on the parallel strips of denim. She started pumping. The rod would come out and vibrate, and she'd shove it right back in. She started to hold it up against her ultra sensitive clit just a little longer. It had been tough to lay off playing with her cunt while she was going through her slutty metamorphosis, but it had been worth the heightened sensitivity from Arthur's piercings. Arthur was a fucking genius. The fresh memory of the nasty fucking Mr. Stevens had given her at the park added more fuel to the fire.
With each thrust, Chloe sped up. She lay on the floor with Mark looking down at her from his seat and the others circling around, rubbing themselves through their pants. Her stuffed pussy and ass pointing right at them with the her colon lit up nearly a foot in. A shaft for a fuck mine any of these men could call his own. How much longer till they lost their hangups and just started wanking right on her in the middle of the office? On her?
The thought warmed her up even more and she went on full autopilot. Her hand felt like a blur shoving the eight inch shaft in and out. Being watched was hot, getting to play with her pussy while surrounded by horny dudes dying to fuck her was fucktastic. She felt her orgasm build and she worked it, bucking her hips against the vibrator, and right at Mark's face. She made herself focus on Mark's face the last few moments and held the dildo in deep as she came. Someone blasted a champagne bottle over her as everyone cheered. She noticed Mr. Harris was sweating and flushed, his mouth open. She knew Mr. Harris as an impassive braniac, lost in his own megathoughts, but clearly, he too was susceptible to the power of her pussy.
But she wasn't done yet. Chloe got up on her knees and slowly slid the rod out, dragging a strand of her cunt juice with it. She brought it up to her mouth and in one move, tilted her head back and swallowed the big rod completely, sucking on it on the way back up. She presented the spit shined vibrator, still vibrating to its owner. "How did you like your date, Mr. Harris."
Mark nearly came in his pants. "It was very nice. Thank you, Chloe. Very nice, thank you, Chloe. Very nice. It was very nice. Thank you."
"Mr. Finney," Chloe smiled up at the big man, daintily presenting her hand. "Are you ready to go?"
Jerome couldn't look at her directly and nodded meekly. Chloe felt terrible for him. He had looked terrified when Mr. Stevens had said that she would be going go on vacation with him. He had a phenomenally beautiful girl dropped in his lap and he couldn't deal with it. The poor guy obviously needed a bigger boost of confidence than anyone else in the room. She pressed herself up to him as they walked out, guiding his right hand to her ass. To the inside of her cheek, letting his fingers fall into the deep well in her asshole, gaping a full three inches across. She needed to make him feel that she genuinely wanted to be with him, not just because Brian had said so. Mr. Finney would be quick to think that she was only being nice because she had to, so she would need to work extra hard. She dug her arm into his waist and nuzzled into him, feeling the flab fold over her arm. This would be a major challenge.
Long, silent minutes later, Chloe was still sitting in the passenger seat next to Jerome. Jerome was quiet. In fact, except for his proud discourse on his new project back at the office, she couldn't remember ever having heard him speak. They also hadn't moved. She was very, very worried.
"So what would you like to do for your vacation, Mr. Finney?"
Chloe had turned herself around a bit to lean against the far door so she could face him directly. The man was huge, easily over three hundred pounds, and he looked tense. His hands gripped the wheel tightly. She saw him working his jaw or trying to get his voice going but no words were coming out.
Chloe knelt up on the seat facing him and put her hand on his arm. He looked away.
"Are you all right, Mr. Finney?" Chloe was genuinely concerned about what he was thinking and about how disastrously things would end up if the big man had a meltdown. She didn't want to imagine the tension at the office if the vacation didn't go well. Hell, she'd probably lose her job if Mr. Stevens thought she messed up his star player.
"I can't do this... I just can't."
