Ai Era A Nerd Girls Story Ch 08

Note to non-nerd readers: to help you navigate through Gracie's world, I have published a glossary of special terms

here

, which covers Gracie's several nerdy interests. Please consult it as needed.

Chapter Eight

Gracie kept her head down as she passed through the exhibition hall, not just because that was her natural way of walking. The booths of the various medical companies at the conference had large posters and big screen videos playing scenes worse than the most disgusting anime. Not just of brain surgery, the ickiest of icky brain stuff, but also the insides of other body parts, anything with nerves. Worst was an eye surgery video, which she'd accidentally glanced at on her way through earlier. Only a glance, but she couldn't unsee it, the way the scalpel... she shook herself, trying to get the image out of her head. She would have considered making an inverse of it and zapping herself to erase it, but then she'd have to look at it again. Ugh.

The VICTOR team was waiting for her in a meeting room that they'd set up as a demo lab. Dahlia was there with Kellen. And Paul.

Dahlia had let her know ahead of time that Paul would be attending. "We're going to do demos of the Bell procedure, so we're going to need IT help on-site. Paul is the obvious choice." She gave Gracie a smile like an older sister knowing what was going to happen on Gracie's date with a cute boy. A date that Dahlia had arranged.

Gracie didn't have to do anything during the dry run of the demo, which had team members "treating" each other-- they were careful not to say "zap" or "flash' or "video"-- with harmless geometric images, then erasing them. Paul was busy monitoring the local processing and the link back to the department servers. He seemed especially cute tending the equipment, like Flash Gordon piloting his spaceship.

"Good to see you again,

Doctor Bell,

" he'd greeted her when she walked in. The way he said her name told her all she needed to know. Later tonight, after the official team dinner that they were all required to attend-- she would have just ordered room service-- she intended to text him her room number. She'd brought the ropes and cuffs. They'd both been so busy they hadn't had time to get together for another session, and he had to be as horny as she was.

It was now becoming standard for her to tie him up when she used his cock. He'd been showing her the old Star Wars movies, which were really like live action anime, and he'd hinted that he found Princess Leia hot. She had gathered enough images for a LoRA and tonight Princess Leia was going to show Han her kinky side. She'd already inspected the bed when she'd dropped her suitcase in her room. It seemed that hotel beds were expressly designed to prevent the use of ropes, but she would figure something out.

Maybe she was just super horny, but she intended to do him better than he'd ever been done before-- it was possible that she did love Paul, at least a little bit-- and then enjoy a well-earned, world-class pussy licking with a mouthful of Paul's unique come.

Paul's Come

was now for her a single foodie term, like

Earl Grey Tea

or

Pizza Margherita

. An acquired taste, for sure, but equal to peaty Scotch in its intensity. There was no better way for a nerdy girl to get her rocks off than with that shocking taste priming her brain for the orgasmic explosion that her favorite pussy licker was going to set off in the middle of her pleasure center.

Gracie also intended to introduce Paul to manga scenes. She felt more and more like Usagi, goofy and nerdy, turning into Sailor Moon. Paul was not Tuxedo Mask, or rather not the only Tuxedo Mask-- unlike Usagi, Gracie needed more than one-- but with her videos she had created her own Silver Crystal, an even better origin story than the manga version, which was better than the anime version. She was creating her own origins. She liked that. Sort of recursive.

# # #

Dahlia led her into a nearby room while the team was working. "I've got a few things to tell you, some of which will... let's say... surprise you." To Gracie's concerned look she added, "Good things." They sat down together at a table. Dahlia took a folder out of her bag, extracted a sheet of paper, and pushed it across to Gracie. "First, you need to sign this."

"Uh."

"It's a standard medical release form. You're agreeing to have the Bell Procedure administered on you."

"I don't understand. Why would I need--"

"You invented a medical procedure. You didn't intend it that way, but that's the way it is. You've been self-medicating. This consent will keep VICTOR-- and you-- out of trouble."

"Oh, okay. I guess." She began to read the form. It was strange. She could read any math, any code, a lot of physics, but the legal language refused to make sense. The words were familiar, but the content might as well have been in Japanese. She'd taught herself hiragana and katakana to read manga, and could get the emanata, but the actual language itself, like this form, was a level beyond her. She signed.

"I should also inform you, since you'll eventually figure it out yourself, that we also asked your

boys

to give their consent."

"Oh... but--" In that moment she remembered Dahlia taking notes while quizzing her about her lovers. "But... did they agree? I mean..."

"Ha! Yes, indeed they did. I explained that if they didn't sign, Doctor Bell would unfortunately not be able to perform her procedure on them anymore. Both Paul and Brady signed immediately."

"Oh. Good." Gracie felt relief before she realized she'd become worried.

"Your procedure is powerful, Grace, very powerful. Kellen and I used to joke early in our relationship that we were addicted to each other. Now, after zapping-- I mean doing the treatment-- on each other many times, we realize there's a danger it could literally be addictive."

"But there's no drug."

"Doesn't matter. Ludomania is diagnosed as an addiction. Gambling disorder. So we need to be careful."

"Okay, but... does that mean when... with Paul..." Gracie didn't want to give up tonight with Paul.

"You can continue your treatments with Paul. Just be responsible. And Brady." Dahlia gave her a knowing smile that Gracie didn't understand. "But not Damon. He hasn't signed yet. We're negotiating." To Gracie's confused look she went on, "He wants a stipend."

"A stipend?"

"He pays you. It seems you have yet another kink. And apparently you're not cheap. If you're going to continue with your... let's call them outpatient treatments... he wants us to supply the funds. He has a point. If the money is real, then what you two are doing is illegal in this state."

"Oh. I guess..." Gracie felt slightly disappointed. It had been an extra turn-on that sex with her was worth money.

"I believe you have plans for the money, so we'll need to be careful with the accounting. And you're spending money on those fantasies with Paul. We'll set up a blanket P.O. for... let's call it research supplies."

Gracie had to sit back and stop for a minute to assimilate this new situation. Her concepts of recursion, loops, meta-levels, feedback, and other paradigms from her education were no longer enough to capture the complex network of cause and effect that she'd become immersed in. Nor could she think of any manga, even hentai, that might give her a clue about this new situation. The U. was going to pay a man to hire her, a tenured professor, to act as a call girl for that man. He would pay her, and then she was going to use the money to fly another man to her to use her for free. And pay for costumes and other equipment to do bondage cosplay with yet another man. And Damon had recently texted her,

$2K 4 wknd.

She was tempted. To spend a weekend being a handsome, aggressive man's fuck toy, all kinds of sex in any way he wanted. Maybe he intended to ask other men to join him, and then she would have to...

"Earth to Dr. Bell. Grace? Grace, dear. Good. I should also let you know that your customer has agreed to accept the services of another call girl, one more experienced in certain exotic pleasures you have not yet explored."

Gracie saw a new kind of smile on Dahlia's face, a superior look of satisfaction Gracie imagined she herself might show after giving Damon a superb fuck. "But," Gracie wondered, "Kellen?"

"Yes, I'm obsessed with Kellen, I admit it. But Kellen's not obsessed with my obsession. He's fine if I want to widen my experience to other men. He'd be okay with women too, but like you I've never been interested. I like men."

"Me too!"

"So I've noticed."

"But then... that grad student?"

"Which one?"

"That-- that-- Libby. You pretended..."

"Ah. Yes. I see. That was to relieve some of Kellen's frustration while she was still a grad student. And take advantage of his horniness. It was great fun. But we digress. I have another form for you to sign. You'll like this one better." Another packet slid across the table to her. "We're hiring you."

"What did you say?"

"Kellen and I, with the U.'s enthusiastic approval, are founding a startup to develop medical applications based on the Bell procedure." Dahlia hooked a thumb toward the room next door. "That lab demo we set up isn't just, or even primarily, for peer review. We've got a long list of Big Pharma reps and VCs that are interested." She tapped the paper in front of Gracie. "We need you on the team."

"But..." It was all coming at her so fast. "I've got so much to do at the U."

"Oh, you won't have to give up your position. I won't either. You can do both. Professor Bell will also be CTO."

"Um."

"Chief Technical Officer. Grace, we need you, not just because the procedure is named after you. People need your tech. Millions of people. But there are still parts of your software that only you understand. We can't get through FDA without you."

"FDA? Why..."

"FDA considers medical software a drug. They're right. Hearing aids, Afib detection, diagnostic software. You invented a drug made of code and it needs to go through the same process as chemical drug trials. And one more consideration." Dahlia leaned over the table to get a bit closer. "Like all of us, you signed away your IP rights to the U. when you joined the faculty. Remember?"

Gracie shrugged.

"You did. We all have to. The U. owns everything we created. All your brilliant code."

Gracie felt super-dumb now. "I-- I never thought about--"

"But it's okay. The U. is granting us exclusive rights. Plus, this document--" she tapped the paper-- "says that from now on all your work is the property of the startups. Which we control. So we're good."

Gracie flipped through the pages. She hardly understood any of it. "Startups? Wait. Why am I signing in two places?" She flipped back and forth. "Two companies?"

Dahlia bestowed one of her beatific smiles on Gracie. "Yes, Grace, you're joining two startups. Initially one will be the subsidiary of the other. The first one--" she tapped the top page-- "is targeted at medical conditions. Chronic pain, OCD and various neuroses, what I mentioned before. This one--" she leafed down to a second section-- "this one..." Again the beatific smile, maybe even wider. "... is a new frontier in medicine."

Gracie waited, stunned by events. Dahlia seemed to be zapping her over and over without needing Gracie's software.

"You're familiar with Viagra and similar drugs? You know, erectile dysfunction?"

Gracie shrugged.

"It's a multi-billion-dollar market."

"I've never had to..."

"Your boys are still young, I know, but even young men sometimes have that problem. Of course, your boys have

you

."

Gracie had to smile at that.

"Grace, you've made Viagra and its competitors obsolete! And gone way beyond just keeping cocks stiff because, as you and I know so very, very well, it works on women too! And we can direct it toward whatever particular sexual pleasure we're in the mood for! We're going to change the world, Grace. We're going to end the disease of sexual frustration. The whole world is going to get laid!"

Dahlia's enthusiasm was almost intimidating, as if she'd zapped herself with some kind of general nymphomania. Which, Gracie thought, would be an interesting version to build, to have sexual energy always running through her. It was a genuinely scary but equally seductive idea, to always be turned on. It would be necessary to vary the targeting to be more brain or body focused, but version 4.0, Dial-a-Nympho, seemed within reach. She'd have to key it to her circadian rhythm so she could get some sleep, and...

"Is that how you smile when your boys are eating you?"

"I was just..." Gracie tried to hide her face by again studying the paper.

Dahlia chuckled. "Before you get bogged down in the language, look here. You want to see this." Dahlia turned to a back page and tapped a number on the page. A big number. "Those are your shares. And salaries, two of them. Dr. Grace Bell is going to get paid. No more grant writing, no more begging for scraps of other people's budgets. You'll work on whatever you want. And get your pussy well-reamed and well-eaten in the process. Think about it."

Dahlia's phone beeped. She read a message. "Okay, great. They're done next door. Time for dinner. Grace." Gracie looked up from the paper, which she'd started slowly deciphering. "Come along. Take that with you. I have another surprise for you." To Gracie's stricken reaction, Dahlia added, "You're going to really, really like this one."

# # #

Gracie thought she would be prepared for whatever surprise Dahlia had planned-- although she was at a loss to come up with a single idea that made sense-- but stopped in her tracks when she entered the restaurant and saw Brady at the long table that had been prepared for the group. How could Brady be here? And... and... he was standing next to Paul.

She just stood there, feeling like an idiot. VICTOR team members-- she recognized their faces but couldn't seem to remember their names-- stared at the three of them. The awkwardness she felt next to the two of them together, a sight she'd never imagined, seemed to broadcast to the whole group, making everyone feel awkward.

Brady quickly broke the spell. "Gracie, over here." He pulled out a chair for her. He even put his arm over her shoulder to lead her the few steps to her seat. She found herself sitting between her two boys. She didn't know what to do.

She nodded at Paul's suggestions from the menu, while Brady poured her wine. She drank. It seemed like everyone was staring at her, even though the conversation ran all around the table. The grad student, Libby, sat across from them. Gracie noticed Paul's attention to her, especially when the discussion turned technical. And Libby got a series of congratulations and handshakes from other team members.

Did she feel jealous of this girl, younger and prettier, with better tits? How could she, with two attractive men sandwiching her? Did the others know what she had been doing with her boys? The boys knew she'd been doing both, but it didn't seem to bother them, or at least they weren't showing it. As the appetizers were brought out Brady told a couple of stories about being in her infamous matrix class, in which she once brought a PhD student to tears-- unintentionally, of course-- by giving, in rapid-fire succession, three different ways to do a Kronecker product. Everyone laughed. She wanted to defend herself, but under the table Brady had put his hand on her thigh and his touch seemed to paralyze her vocal cords. Which was just as well, because she hadn't been able to think of anything to say that wouldn't have made her sound even more nerdy.

Then Paul launched into a story about watching

Dr. Bell

work-- the way he said her name made chills run up her spine and got her wet down there-- and how she could type line after line of impeccable code with her eyes closed. She panicked and grabbed his thigh as he told the story. A surge of relief washed over her when he finished without mentioning that his cock had been at her lips as she coded eyes-closed. She drank more wine. Somehow her glass remained full even though she kept drinking. Her entrée appeared and somehow her plate emptied.

People were standing up. Dinner was over. Everyone agreed the food was great. She couldn't remember tasting hers. Both her men helped her balance as she stood up. Paul moved her chair back. Team members shook hands. Dahlia and Kellen kissed and held hands. She knew she should say good-bye to one of her men, but she didn't know which and couldn't imagine saying the words to either of them.

Dahlia came over and hugged her. "Here," Dalia said as she sent a file from her phone to Gracie's. She whispered in Gracie's ear, "Go ahead. Enjoy yourself. You've earned it."

# # #

Gracie was still wondering what Dahlia meant as they walked her to the elevators and Brady asked, "So where's your room?"

Paul told him the number. Gracie didn't remember but she must have told Paul. She was good with numbers. Why couldn't she remember? The three of them got in the elevator together. They stood on either side of her, both close enough to touch her, which made her wet. Some other people got on with them and off at a lower floor. Only one upper floor button remained lit, hers. Did they all have rooms on the same floor? Otherwise...

She'd drunk more than she should have again. She felt the most intense urge to expose herself to him-- or them, she couldn't figure that out-- maybe lift her T-shirt, but she was still wearing a bra. Her eyes went from one to the other of her men. The elevator dinged for her floor and the doors opened before she could decide who to expose her tits to or how to do it. She staggered out and into the hall. Which way was her room? Paul took her arm, then Brady took her other arm, and they led her. Were they going to put her to bed together, drunk? And then leave?

When they got to her room Brady held out his hand. Was he shaking her hand and saying good-bye? She didn't want that. She wanted... she looked at Paul. He was rummaging through her backpack, which she realized he'd been carrying for her and which she must have forgotten in the restaurant. She panicked to think of what he might find in there. But Paul knew everything. Didn't he? She tried to sort out what he knew and what he didn't about the sex she'd been having. He'd told her he knew she had other men. Did he know about Brady in particular? Did he know she'd let Brady fuck her?

"Haha!" he exclaimed. Was he laughing at her?

From her backpack he lifted some foil packs of condoms. She'd planned to have Paul fuck her tonight and had bought them in case he hadn't brought any. He was such a nice guy and might not have, even after the different kinds of sex they'd done, though she wanted that. She'd thought that maybe he didn't want to presume. He showed them to Brady. Brady nodded and took them. Was she only going to get fucked by Brady? She wanted Paul to fuck her too. Too?

"Here it is, down at the bottom, of course," Paul announced. He lifted a key card from her pack to show them.

Just then a man and a woman passed them in the hallway. Had they heard what Paul said? They looked at her. What had Brady done with the condoms? The woman glanced at Paul, then Brady, then back at her. The woman could tell, couldn't she? Couldn't she see immediately what Gracie should have known all along, that Gracie was about to be fucked by two men?

"I feel really dumb. And drunk," she said. Again she had the urge, inexplicable-- there was no logic to it-- to expose herself to them, right there in the hallway.