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 Nine
"Life is strange," former Dean Weiner said, eyes shiny with tears, "and comes at you fast."
Gracie, for the first time she could remember, had to agree with what Weiner said. She stood next to Paul in the crowd of department faculty, students, and employees that gathered around Weiner. Life had certainly come at her fast and was unexpected, different, and amazing.
Stan and another man who'd been introduced to her as his boyfriend stood nearby, and next to them Hardin was holding hands with a man who could have been his brother, they looked so much alike. To each their own. She liked men like Paul. And also Brady, who was flying in the weekend after next for another visit before moving across the country to a great new job, an irresistible tenure-track position at an Ivy League university. She knew he was making the right decision, but also knew she wouldn't see him as much and would miss him. She was trying to find a way to make this visit extra-special.
Dahlia was not in the crowd. She stood at the front next to Weiner. On his other side stood a large woman in a tight leather dress that covered everywhere except the prominent cleavage of her large breasts that could only be described as magnificent.
"And so it is with the utmost confidence that I pass the torch of learning to Professor Dahlia Moreno, whose contributions will, I'm sure, far outshine my poor efforts and make this department a beacon of computer science research. Please join me in welcoming Dr. Moreno as your new dean." He wiped his eyes while the crowd applauded, then went to the large woman, putting his face right into her cleavage and nuzzling there as if he were her pet dog. She patted his hair.
Dahlia's speech was short. "Thank you, Dr. Weiner, and good luck in your new endeavor." The rumor around the department was that he was joining some kind of secret research institute, but Dahlia had told Gracie the real reason: it turned out that Dean Weiner had all these years been secretly writing romance novels on the side, spending so much time on them that it had been impacting his official duties. He'd decided, at his domme's command, to devote himself full time to his works, which were becoming quite explicit and kinky, and for which he was starting to find a commercial audience. "I'll be meeting with each of you individually over the next few weeks," Dahlia continued, "but let me just say in general that I value each and every one of you as members of the team and I hope to have some exciting new resources and challenges for everyone."
"Let's get back to Maenad," Gracie told Paul as the crowd broke up. "I have a lot of work to do. And you know what that means."
"Looking forward to it," he responded.
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Gracie was working hard. Gracie always worked hard, had always worked hard, but now she was working especially hard. Which was great. She'd never understood when people tried to explain the need for work/life balance to her. Why would she want them to be different?
She'd moved from her little apartment to a new place, the former headquarters of a now-defunct startup that had tried to make the office a second (or maybe primary) residence for its employees, with lounge areas like a five-star boutique hotel, a gourmet kitchen, a complete gym, different kinds of office space themes, even some suites with bed and bath. Damon had found it and it was perfect.
But her new office was much the same as her old, except for a special desk that gave extra room for her men to help her.
Gracie loved to do what she called codesucking, in which she arranged Paul in a convenient position so she could munch on him while coding. Her day was very productive that way; she could go on and on just purely concentrating, going totally nonverbal except for the lines of code she typed in. She had a lot of ideas, which meant a lot of code to input. Paul was really wonderful, letting her torture him endlessly. He was around a lot these days, spending as much time at her place as he did at his, since the basement was filling up with a growing server farm that powered the two startups.
She'd tried the same thing with Brady the one time he'd been able to visit, but Brady couldn't take it. He endured her fellatio as long as he could, but then dragged her to bed in one of the nearby sleeping rooms and fucked her until they were both exhausted. Brady loved to come in her pussy, she liked it too, especially now that she'd taken care of getting pregnant, but she didn't get much work done that day.
They tried code-
fucking
. She got on her hands and knees and Brady fucked her doggy while she worked on her tablet. Or tried to. It was a good exercise in maintaining control, but not productive-- at least in a coding sense.