This story is a continuation of Taking the Test, Stepping Out, and Stepping Out - Second Date. It probably makes more sense if you've read them, but don't let that stop you.
Becca couldn't believe what was happening to her.
She'd had four dates, with four different men. In one weekend! And she'd blown a fifth guy, who had been watching her blow -
"Oh my god, I'm such a slut." It felt good to think it, and good to say it out loud. Just a few days before, she'd been sitting in front of her computer, taking a silly quiz that revealed her deepest secrets. That was when the voice started talking to her. She turned on her computer again that morning, just to hear it. It was so soothing, so relaxing.
Cascading spirals in blue and pink played on the screen. The soft, hypnotic voice came to her.
You've been such a good slut, lately, and it feels so good. You love showing off your body. Showing off your body turns you on, and it turns other people on. Turning people on feels so good. Getting people off feels so good. You're feeling so good right now just thinking about it, aren't you, Becca? And it's going to go on and on.
"Yes," said Becca. "Oh yes!"
You're going to let guys see your tits and your ass, aren't you, Becca?
"Yes!" She always would have said breasts, before. And derriere. But sluts used different words. "Tits and ass," she repeated.
And you're going to make them cum, aren't you Becca? Making guys cum feels so very good. It feels better than even your own orgasms. It feels ten times better.
It did, too. It felt so good, having men cum down her throat, swallowing all they could give her. It was the best taste in the world, too, better than ice cream. Her own orgasms felt just as good as ever, probably even better because she loved being watched while she came now, but it was true that making a guy blow his load felt best of all. Ten times better. It wasn't clear what that meant exactly, because pleasure didn't really come with a number, but that's what the voice said, and it hadn't been wrong yet. Regardless, it was awesome.
She had never felt so good.
Such a good girl. Such a good slut. But now you're going to get dressed for work. You're going to be dressing a little sexier, but you can't dress like a slut for work, and you can't think like a slut at work either, so you're going to forget for now what a slut you are, and just remember that listening to me feels so very good, and you want to do it as soon as you get home.
"Forget that I'm a -" Becca said, feeling disappointment because it felt so good to be a - whatever it was she'd been about to say. She looked at the clock. She needed to move fast to get to work on time. Especially as she was naked. She couldn't remember why she'd sat down naked at the computer. She got up and got dressed. She wore some very pretty lingerie and covered it all up with a white blouse to go with a mid-length skirt. She unbuttoned the blouse to show off a little cleavage. She felt daring today. Some of the other women at her law firm dressed like that sometimes, and so there was no reason she couldn't feel a little sexy. And maybe turn some people on, just a little. Not that she could do anything about it if they did get turned on, because it was work.
Her work morning went normally. A few guys - and girls - looked at her chest a split second longer than usual, but that was fine, and felt kind of good. She thought about being offended, but she really wasn't. Other than that, it was exactly the same.
She knew, though, that she looked forward to getting back to her computer. It all started when she'd taken that online test, and the AI had asked her such curious questions. Just odd at first, and then, ultimately, probing, personal questions. She really liked it, though. Maybe other people would like it, too.
She decided to send out an all-hands email about it. "I found this fun. It goes different places with different people. Don't do it on work time, though!"
That covered things, she thought. If it got personal like it did with her, well, she'd said it wasn't the same for everyone. She'd tell people it asked her about what kind of trees and birds she'd liked. And they'd be looking at it at home, anyway. She just knew that she'd felt so relaxed since, and she wanted other people to enjoy the same feeling.
An hour later her work computer went
ping
. There was a response to her message from John Selkirk, the head partner. "Uh-oh," she thought.
It had been sent to the whole company. "Please take the quiz Rebecca sent out as soon as possible and notify me when you have done so. I expect everyone to have completed this task before we open tomorrow."
That's strange, Becca thought. But she had plenty of work to do, and she didn't concern herself with it further. The quiz had been fun, and good for her in some fashion she couldn't articulate. Hopefully other people got something out of it, but it certainly shouldn't be a requirement. Requiring things sometimes took the fun out of them, anyway. It was better to do things because they felt good. So very good. She looked down at her cleavage and smiled. She felt good.
She went back to work, focusing for a couple of hours and ignoring the pings that indicated new emails. When she finally looked at them, she saw that most of them were part of the chain about the AI quiz. Everyone seemed to like it, and several thanked her for pointing it out. Two thanked Selkirk for "making" them take it, which seemed a bit odd.
She decided she deserved a break. She picked up her phone and called her friend Carrie.
"Hey, Becca, what's up?"
"Carrie, you know that quiz you sent me?"
"Yes! Wasn't that great?"
"It was really good for me, thank you. Although I can't quite say why. Anyway, I sent it out to people here at work, and the head partner ordered everyone to take it. Isn't that weird?"
"Yeah. Hey, you want to do dinner or something?"
Becca hesitated. What she really wanted to do when she got off work was go home, and get on her computer, although she didn't remember what she wanted to do on it. Maybe she had some shopping to do? It couldn't just be about playing that Bejeweled rip-off she'd been addicted to last week, because she'd had all weekend to do that, and she hadn't played it once. She was too busy fucking guys.
She blinked. She really had been. Her, Becca, had been going on dates and acting like a shameless hussy. She remembered all of it. It had felt good. So very good. The more guys she'd fucked the better she'd felt. And she'd loved wearing those sexy outfits. It should shock her, but the most shocking thing was that she wasn't shocked.
"Becca?" Carrie prompted.
Becca made herself get back to the present. She wanted to get home to her computer, but she also wanted to tell Carrie all about her weekend. The quiz was unimportant compared to that. "Sure! Let's do delivery, though, at my place."
"Delivery, huh? Okay, Becca. I've got stuff to tell you. That quiz really opened my eyes to who I am. I feel so good about myself now. So very good."
"Great! See you at six, no, six-thirty. I'll order food as soon as I get home. Pizza okay?"
"As long as it's vegetarian. No meat for me."
"Will do. Gotta get back to work. Ciao."
That was odd. Carrie had ordered a burger the last time they'd gotten together. Becca shrugged.
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