You know that feeling you have sometimes, when you know something is wrong, but you just can't figure out what it is? In my case this feeling was growing as I was now working full time on developing my program. Days quickly turned into weeks and I realized that making the program invisible would require a complete redesign, and even then I couldn't be sure if it would work. I voiced my concern to Sarah but she assured me that Mr. Salvio was in no hurry. All that mattered was that I made it impossible to detect and track. Under normal circumstances this would have been a dream come true, to be able to develop my own program with little or no real deadline, but deep down I knew that sooner or later they would demand to see results. As the weeks went past, I was slowly drifting out of focus until one day I realized I had become stuck in a loop. Normally I would have been able to take a step back and look at the problems from a different angle after distracting myself with some everyday work, but now I had nothing else.
I was alone at the office most of the time too. Sarah had started to come in late in the mornings and after a week or two she started to come in after lunch. Nowadays she hardly showed up at all so I knew I wouldn't get any help there. Back before all this started, I could always zoom out for a while and watch her bubbly ass bounce back and forth as she paraded through the office, something I was really starting to miss. Especially now since she had really embraced her new look after Mr. Salvio took over. The few times I saw her, she was always wearing tight skirts and blouses, and designer heels that really showed off her impressive figure even more. She kept in touch with e-mails though, regularly asking if I was still happy with the job, and still being too afraid to back out of this deal I kept assuring her everything was fine.
But I knew everything wasn't fine. There was nothing normal about this situation and no matter how much I tried I just couldn't concentrate on the programming. Deep down I think my problem was that my mind was stuck trying to recall the feeling of Sarah's soft lips wrapped around my cock as I came in her mouth. Her head hand been in my lap and from the excitement I never really knew how much her mouth had actually been on my cock when I came. She could have stroked me to make me cum and only ever braced me with her lips, and my mind was going crazy from not knowing. At the same time, I knew that Mr. Salvio must have some serious leverage over her to make her do something like that, blowjob or not, and I knew I should feel bad about exploiting her. But the incident really left a mark on me and I eventually made it a part of my morning routine to jack off in the shower to be able to focus at all once I got to the office. No matter how weird I felt about it all, part of me kept the hope up that I would be able to feel her lips wrapped around my cock again one day.
I toyed with the idea of quitting, just to see how she would react, but I didn't want to risk piss Mr. Salvio off. After all, I had agreed to stay and work on the program, and I doubted I could back out now. It was still bothering me though. Would it work? Unconsciously, I think my mind was starting to focus more on getting another blowjob than it was on developing my program, and that is where I started to make mistakes. To compensate, I started to do more and more hours at the office but I soon realized that it would be much more difficult than anticipated to make my program invisible. I could make it difficult to detect, but Mr. Salvio made it clear that he needed it to be virtually undetectable and untraceable. As if the pressure wasn't enough already, Sarah wanted me to email her every week with any significant updates so that she could brief Mr. Salvio. This was really starting to annoy me. If she bothered to come into the office more often, she would know what I was working on and I wouldn't have to spend valuable time writing her emails. This afternoon was no different. I was stuck in a loop, unfocused, and not able to find a way forward, and the frustration was growing in me. I heard a "ding" and checked my e-mail and my head almost boiled over as I saw another message from Sarah, asking if I was still happy with the work and if I had done any progress this week.
"No!" I screamed out loud in the empty office and quickly typed in a response to her.
"No! I don't think this is possible!" I wrote and pressed Send. I stared at the screen until my eyes hurt but she didn't write back. I knew in the back of my head it wasn't normal for a boss, or whatever Sarah was these days, to ask you every week if you were happy working there. Maybe she was playing mind games to make me quit?
I was frustrated and my head hurt, so I shrugged it off and stared blankly out into the empty office space. Even I had limits apparently and I knew I needed a break. Maybe I just needed a rest. I shut down my system and went home, and immediately fell asleep. I had pushed myself hard lately and decided I deserved a good long sleep. Next morning, I skipped my normal routines and instead took a quick shower and went out for a proper breakfast. With my financial situation I rarely treated myself to anything, but today I felt I needed something different. Still, I didn't want to over spend so before splashing any money around I went to take out some cash and checked my bank statement. Just a quick glance at the statement almost made me trip over myself as I pocketed my bills. I had several thousand more than what I had expected and found that someone had made a few very hefty deposits to my account. It looked like my regular pay check but the numbers were all wrong. It quicky became clear to me this must be my new salary, and even if I should be overjoyed, I felt almost sick. With this amount of money thrown at me, I knew there would also be expectations, and there would be no backing out.
I hurried back to the office, grabbing a sandwich on the way, forgetting all about the nice breakfast I had made plans for. Once there I started up my computer and just stared at the screen. Maybe I expected the extra pressure of knowing how much they paid me now would force my brain to come up with a next step. But there was nothing. I felt a chill down my spine as I for the first time in my life was starting to doubt my own ability to solve a problem. Had I finally reached a point where I just couldn't find a way forward?
I snapped out of those thoughts as I heard the elevator arrive and Sarah emerged through the doors. She was in a knee-high black skirt, white blouse, and matching black blazer, and high heeled shoes that now made a smattering sound against the floor as she walked through the lobby.
"What are you doing here?" I mumbled, just as she came into my room.
"I thought I needed to check in on you, you were acting strange yesterday," she said with a resolute expression.
"Strange?" I asked, letting my head rest in my palms.
"In your e-mail yesterday," she said and folded her arms, "that didn't sound like you, giving up like that."
"I'm not giving up," I sighed, with my head still resting in my palms, "I just need you to understand that this might not be possible, at least not in the way Mr. Salvio expects."
"Mr. Savio doesn't respond well to failure I'm afraid," she said and started to pace in front of my desk.
"You're stuck, I get it," she continued, "but we can't tell him that."
"But I'll need more time," I said as she continued to pace, now with a more concerned look on her face.
"Maybe you should try a different approach," she tried, not sounding too convinced herself.
"A different approach?" I gasped, and raised my head in disbelief, "what do you think I've been trying to do for the last weeks?"
"I don't know anything about this shit," she snapped and waved at my computer, with an irritated look. She tapped her chin with a finger as she kept pacing.
"Of course, you don't know," I almost screamed at her, "maybe actually being here would help!"
This made her stop, mid step, and she seemed ready to scream back at me, but took a deep breath instead and frowned.
