Work the next day turned out about as I expected. I didn't get anything other than a few side glances when I arrived, and most of those ended as I quickly made up for lost time. I was the primary custodial worker for the Surplus Warehouse, but I wasn't the only member of physical facilities that worked there.
Thing is, I had never really gone out of my way to make friends at work. As you may have noticed, I hadn't intended to be a janitor forever so I guess I never thought it worth really connecting with the other maintenance staff. That meant that, for the most part, the extent of my human interaction at work was fairly simple. Always brief. And never really that involved. That particular Thursday was blissfully no exception.
I spent most of the day lost in a haze of analysis and experimental design. My thoughts kept circling as I went over my mental notes from success with Rachel the night before. And of course, considering how to move forward with our impending rendezvous later that night. More training, certainly, but the question remained-
What should I add to her fragment file this time?
Everything I had added the previous night had seemed to work splendidly, right down to getting her private number and an agreement to meet with me again that night.
Well, it had worked... but not perfectly,
I corrected myself. There had been some resistance to the last two suggestions. Asking for her number had made her particularly hesitant, until I told her it was just for another session. The suggestion to give me her number hadn't led to her surrendering it immediately. A willingness to see me privately hadn't been enough to remove the conflict of interest with her income. Even after giving me an enthusiastic blowjob for free. I was- or at least I had been a good source of income after all.
How far I do push her tonight?
Would I go balls to the walls and try and turn her into my own personal whore? Or should I take a slower, more methodical approach. I had to be careful about how much room for interpretation the suggestions might have once they had taken root inside her mind.
At some point I was forced to consider the implications of not only what I had already done to Rachel but also to Maggie to a lesser extent. As I thought about it there was also the fact that I had absolutely no intention of stopping- if my current train of thought at the time was any indication. I was using Rachel as an expendable test subject so I could carefully capture the woman I had been lusting after for years.
You will be mine, Maggie.
I vowed as I was taking a short break from cleaning the dust off of the spare desk sectionals in the front of the warehouse. It really is impressive the amount of crap a university will accumulate over time. This was a sizable space and yet about once a year the department was forced to auction off a lot of it just to make room for what was bound to land here in the months to come. Of course that had nothing to do with Maggie, but one can't help where a train of thought takes you.
Further consideration of Maggie's responses had left me with more questions than answers. I remembered all of the fragments I had put into her file, and all of them had seemed to work. What bothered me was how she had seemed to interpret them. Before the training she had been stand-offish, confrontational, and almost condescending. After she had been sweet, considerate, and almost flirtatious. I hadn't added anything to force her to think of me in that way. At least not intentionally. Did that mean she had interpreted the comments in some way to equate respect and appreciation with attraction? Was it possible that she had
already
been attracted to me?
I had to be careful moving forward with that one. It would likely be all too easy to just force Maggie to feel a certain way. Don't get me wrong, there was a part of me that wanted to see if I could force something like attraction, love, or even just plain devotion with a few rounds of training. But did I want to risk what might have been an honest relationship with Maggie for what I would always know to be an artificial one? Especially when I had a willing test subject for such experiments at my disposal. Well, her willingness was artificially induced, but I had considerably fewer qualms about that in Rachel's case.
Was the part of me that cared about such distinctions in Maggie's case strong enough to overrule the part of me that just wanted to see her head bobbing up and down on my cock? Or to listen to her moans as I fucked her senseless on my bed? If I was honest with myself, I wasn't entirely sure.
If I do this right, I could have both a real relationship with Maggie and then enhance the parts I wasn't satisfied with.
Or, as they say in the vernacular- I could have my cake and eat it too.
Of course, usually that phrase is used to say that you
can't
do such a thing. The whole point was that enjoying the cake meant destroying it. But I was a chef with a training machine. Maybe that made me an exception.
I checked in with Rachel as I was heading home from work. Turns out nothing had come up, so she was free to come over after all. I picked up enough take out for two- just in case. Part of me wanted to press her- to find out if she had cleared her schedule just for me. While the answer might have had interesting implications on her training progress, I was far more interested in what I was intending to do with her going forward.
While I waited for her to arrive I quickly edited her fragment file to make the changes I had decided on earlier in the day. I removed some of the previous fragments and replaced them with new ones that would push Rachel's relationship, such as it was, to new places a lot faster.
"I will help Benjamin anytime he asks" was similar to what had been there before, but was more generic so I could count on her for more than just training. "I am sexually attracted to Benjamin" went in as a means of turning up the heat a bit more on how she viewed me. "I enjoy spending private personal time with Benjamin" would help keep her interested in me outside of the escort agency. "Benjamin is a very special client. I won't take his money for sexual favors anymore" would be a direct attack on her previous hesitancy and hopefully remove the conflict of interest between us. I considered stopping there, but after her teasing me on the bed the night before I decided to push the envelope a little further.
I needed suggestions that would push past her previous boundaries with me- but not be so extreme that they might threaten to break her ability to justify them. Aside from being a prostitute that hopefully no longer expected to be paid for her services, of course. I decided to go with "I want to show off my naked body for Benjamin" and "Benjamin can touch me anywhere he wants" to get around her pretense of always keeping on her lingerie as a good test. After a bit more thought about our previous sexcapades, I added "I love the way Benjamin's cock feels in my mouth" and "Benjamin's cum tastes so good I always swallow it".
Why didn't I just make her want to have sex with me? As I said before- these were experiments. I left it out to serve as sort of a control variable. So far all of our interactions had been specifically under the auspices of Escort and Client. I wasn't trying to turn her into a girlfriend- that role was reserved for Maggie. Yes, I was working on increasing her attraction to me. Yes, I was getting her to see me without the need of the escort service as a middle man. But that didn't mean that her own personal rules about intercourse would have changed. As far as I knew that was a line she hadn't yet crossed with any of her clients.
I took another look at her fragment files before saving it. That was enough for now. If it all worked as intended it would push her considerably outside her normal behavior.
"So, shall we get started?" Rachel asked me after only a few bites of the take out I offered her upon her arrival at seven that evening.
"Right down to business, I suppose, yes." I nodded as I gestured towards my bedroom. I took the opportunity to enjoy the outfit she had chosen to wear this evening. Instead of a dress, she had worn a tight V-neck t-shirt that dipped down low enough to accent her breasts and hint at her bra as well. A tight black pair of yoga leggings hugged her curves in all the right places and highlighted the crease at the base of her ass as well as the thin gap between her thighs. The pumps she had worn the night before were replaced with running shoes and she topped the outfit off with one of those too short to be effective denim jackets. I almost offered to hang it up for her as an excuse to touch her, but I knew there would be plenty of time for that later.
