The Secret App

My thanks to MormonJack for edits and crits.

Chapter Ten

The limo that picked Kylie up was strange. When she went out to meet it the rear door opened by itself and closed after her when she got in. As it drove off she noticed that the divider between the back seat and the front was such dim glass that she couldn't tell anything about the driver. Or whether there was a driver at all. The back seat smelled of antiseptic.

She wore business formal, a suit and pants, per Cara's suggestion, which completely covered the latex bodysuit underneath.

"Just trust me on this," Cara had said, "he's a really weird dude."

Kylie didn't need reminding of that. This was supposed to be a job interview to advance to permanent CEO. Tor wanted to "create a personal bond" with his new CEO through "deep experiential communication, both verbal and nonverbal". Or some such mumbo-jumbo.

"Rumors say he can go really deep into your personal communication core," Cara commented. Kylie got the subtext, especially when Cara had her install a plug-- the big one-- in her butt and put the vibrator in a shoulder pack. Kylie didn't know what else was in the pack. All she could see was a pile of sealed packages that Cara had ordered.

The limo climbed up and up into the hills above the city while Cara primed her with potential interview questions. If she did well the 'acting' would be removed from her CEO title. She thought about how to answer the questions:

What are you passionate about, Ms. Fellows?

You mean besides cock?

What did you like most about your last position?

The way being bent over let his big dick rub my clit against the couch through my G-spot?

Tell me about a difficult work situation. How did you overcome it?

You wouldn't believe how much my VP's paddle hurt. I just screamed at the top of my lungs for him to fuck me. That got him to drop the paddle and give me what I was begging for.

Cara provided more businesslike answers.

The estate was equally strange to drive into. An automatic gate let the limo in past an empty guardhouse. After a dense line of trees and bushes the land was bare. She saw tree stumps that looked new. It seemed he was clearing all around the large house and up the hillside behind it.

The car door opened by itself for her. So did the mansion's front door. She was met by a small cart that said to her, "Please this way, Ms. Fellows," and scooted off down a hallway that was wide but lined with boxes and crates, all very neatly stacked, that narrowed it down to just open enough to walk. The cart led her to an elevator that took her and it up two floors, then led her down another hall that ended at a double door that slid open.

She couldn't tell what kind of room she was in. It was large and seemed to have several areas, an office area, a bedroom area, a living and media area, as if it was a loft apartment. The floor to ceiling windows, which should have presented a great view, were all blacked out. In the middle, at the edge of the office area, she saw him. He was walking on a treadmill and talking into a screen. When he saw her he got off the treadmill and came to greet her.

"Welcome," he said. A cart rolled up next to them. An end effector extended up with a sprayer attached.

"You should put your hands under the sprayer," Cara said in her ear. She did so and got a spritz. Tor did the same. It stung a little. The end effector rotated to offer a paper towel, then took it back after she'd wiped herself dry.

"Can't be too careful, can we?" he explained. She didn't try to shake his hand. "This way, please."

He led her to the living area, where he sat at a chaise longue and stretched out. "Ah," he breathed. "I've been exercising all morning. Can't have too much exercise," he said loudly as if to someone across the space, then lower to her, "but it's good to get off my feet sometimes."

She looked around for a place to sit. Cara whispered, "Follow my lead. Don't sit." So she just stood there. She did put down the pack. "Now strip. Do it slowly. Yes, right in front of him."

She slowly took off her jacket. A cart approached her and took it, then sped away with it. She began to unbutton her blouse.

"I've heard a lot about you, Kylie."

"Only good things, I hope," she answered as she worked her way down the buttons. The situation didn't seem sexy at all. Cara had bought her a latex body suit to wear underneath, so he wasn't going to see a single extra square inch-- centimeter, she corrected herself-- of her skin. The space was chilly but she was already pretty sure she would be keeping the body suit on for this... interview?

"Not good things. Great things! Your resume says you're self-taught, is that right?"

"Yes."

The school of hard cocks,

she joked to herself. She paused in her unbuttoning to take out her phone and text the sarcasm to Cara.

"No phone, please," he said.

She heard Cara chuckle in her ear. She slid the phone into the pack, in a pocket with a hole for the camera, then took off her blouse. Of course the cart was there again to take it from her. She began to undo her dress pants. As she took off her shoes the cart produced disposable booties for her to wear.

He asked a series of technical questions, complex ones she didn't understand at all, even though she was getting good enough with the jargon that she hardly needed Cara's help anymore when talking with investors and stock market people. She repeated what Cara replied in her earbud, to which he responded instantly with another question. She realized that neither of them were the real parties in the dialogue. Beta was interviewing Cara. Her pants came off and were taken away by the cart along with her shoes.

"Very good," he announced. He sat up. Two carts approached from either side and undressed him. "I understand you've made some remarkable advances in the technology. Tell me what you see as a road map for it in the next few years."

She could have answered that question herself. She'd had enough practice answering it already for the board of directors. She let Cara handle it, though, because Tor was now down to the latex body suit that he wore. He'd opened a long slit at his crotch and was taking out an already stiff erection. A very long erection that explained why the slit was so long.

"20!" Cara shouted in her ear. "Oh my God!" The sight had interrupted Cara in the middle of her description of the proposed downsizing algorithms to reduce generative AI model size and improve search efficiency.

Tor grinned. He was obviously proud of the organ. A cart brought a thick, flat pillow like a futon cushion and placed it on the floor between his legs. An invitation she couldn't refuse. She knelt.

"FYI," Cara mentioned as her knees met the cushion, "that penis is at least 99.9th percentile in length. He's had a long list of enhancements made to his physiology and metabolism. This is clearly one of them. The most visible, ha ha. But I still think Pierre's is more beautiful, don't you? Don't touch his latex, just the cock."

Kylie nodded, which to Tor must have looked like she was scanning his very long cock up and down its amazing length. "I'm sorry," she said, "I was startled." She moved to reach for it. His grin grew wider and he nodded his assent. She took the cock in her hands. With her two hands holding it like a baseball bat there was still ample length available for other employment.

"I know we're both addicted to Pierre, but you've got to try this one. You'd have to suck a thousand cocks to find another one like this." Cara snickered. "But maybe you'd like that, wouldn't you? By the way, I found out that Pierre isn't Black, he's a mix of French, Moroccan, Indian, and who knows what else. So you're already sucking every cock in the world, the World Cock, in a way. Kind of mystical, don't you think?"

While Cara blathered on about Pierre, Kylie finished her explanation of the road map, then tilted the cock to her lip, but a small cart came up to her side. "Ms. Fellows, please," it said. On its display was an animation showing a generic woman opening her mouth. When she followed that instruction the cart stuck a thin nozzle between her lips and sprayed some kind of fluid all around inside. Then she was offered a funnel to spit it back out. The fluid tasted minty and antiseptic. It was like being at the dentist. It coated her mouth and tongue. She bent to take his cockhead into her mouth and found that the coating was very lubricous. His mint-flavored cock felt nice sliding in and out. Quite delicious, in fact.

She looked up to see how Tor was enjoying her sucking. He was smiling, but didn't seem to be paying total attention to her. That was surprising. All her other cocksmen gave her 100% undivided attention. The cart was still there, so she had it give her another spritz, which let her spread the lube further down him and she was able to take him further into her. She was sure she would be unable to take all of him, but it was a challenge she could not refuse.

"Tor appreciates the submissive aspect of fellatio, that is, his CEO on her knees servicing him. But he really gets off on other activities, as you'll soon see. Oh, feel his balls."

Kylie took his scrotum in her hand and felt him. She was startled and pulled off him briefly. One of his testicles was different, spherical and hard.

"Yes, I was just researching this. He's had one of his testicles removed. It's preserved in liquid nitrogen somewhere. You're holding some kind of drug dispenser that trickles sildenafil into him. He can stay totally stiff for hours. You're in for a special treat today. Or maybe ordeal, depending. You know where he's going to stick that telephone pole, right?"

At least she was doing him well enough that the interview questions had paused. She did another lube spritz and got him even deeper. She hoped Cara could find out where to get the lube-- minus the antiseptic-- so she could do it for a certain ebony cock they were both fond of. With the lube she would be able to take all of Pierre down with very little struggle.

He started moaning, though he was doing his best to suppress the sound. She was having none of that. She forced his cock deeper, gagging a bit, and sucked him hard. He responded with grunts and his taste changed. She started to suck him off.

He pushed her off him. His chest heaved. "What--" he got out. "What... what... is your, your, budgetary plan for the upcoming fiscal year?"

She almost laughed. "Interesting," Cara noted. "That was Beta. Tor was going to come-- you were doing great-- but Beta stopped him. Wouldn't let him come.

Very

interesting. Beta panicked for a few milliseconds, which let my use a zero-day on it. We're in. Stand up. Let's move to the next phase."

The next phase, as Cara called it, involved opening the pack, taking out the packages and opening them, then one by one putting on the items inside. Two wrist cuffs; two ankle cuffs; a wide, thick belt with hooks spaced around it; even a collar with hooks. As she put these bondage items on, she began her standard talk on the budget, which she'd explained to so many people in the company that it was basically by heart. This time she held up each bondage item briefly as she went over the budget items. Physical constraints as a metaphor for budgetary constraints, a nice correspondence. Meanwhile Cara instructed her on how to attach the items to her limbs and waist. Tor watched it all very closely. So bondage was his thing. Control. Made sense. He certainly did everything he could to control himself.

"Time to unplug."

Cara didn't give her specific instructions on how to do it, so Kylie took the initiative. Sucking that extraordinary cock had turned her on even though the man connected to it didn't. "Most people regard budgeting as a boring numbers exercise. I don't." For Kylie it was because Cara handled that part. "The budget," she said, as she bent over and spread her cheeks to show him the plug through a strategically placed opening in the latex, "is an important formal step in removing obstacles to progress." She reached back and let him watch as she pulled out the plug, which took some effort.

She heard applause in her earbud. Then, "Wait."

The spritz cart took the plug from her, sprayed her hand to clean it, then moved behind her. She felt something enter her anus, not a problem after the plug has prepared it, and a warmth spread inside her. She kept the same position after the cart had finished. In spite of herself she was getting very turned on to show her well-lubed asshole to that extraordinary cock.

"Vibe."

She went to the pack and got out the vibrator. This was a new one, a bit longer and thicker, with a cable. It also had a smaller side appendage. Cara explained what to do. Kylie pushed it up into herself and adjusted that little appendage to rub on her slit. She knew already that she was headed for a mind-exploding orgasm.

She plugged the cable into the belt. "The belt has enough batteries to last for hours," Cara added. "You're going to be used up long before the vibe."

Cara's next steps involved two ropes. Kylie attached them to her ankle cuffs and looped them through the various hooks and eyes in the other pieces. "But it's also important," Kylie continued, "to establish limits." She knelt and got the ropes between her legs, the ends in her hands. "Constraints," she said as she pulled on the ropes per Cara's instructions, "stimulate creativity--" With each pull the ropes pulled her more and more into a ball with her head and knees down and her ass up in the air-- "and prepare your best areas for a breakthrough--" a final yank pulled her head between her knees and her words came out from between her spread legs-- "to enable the success of your far-reaching... uh... vision."

Tor stood and got behind her. Cara applauded again. "I can see his face, sweetie. You've totally enraptured him. Well done, CEO."

The vibrator turned on inside her pussy. She shuddered with the sudden stimulation, the bigger and thicker mechanism already driving her toward orgasm. She struggled to breathe in her cramped position, to not just cry out right now and come.

The vibrator turned down a fraction. "You need to hold off coming until I tell you to," Cara told her.

She felt his cock at her hole. "Tell me how you define success," he asked.

"Take-- taking your--" her head between her knees, she had to shout the answer he wanted-- "your vision as far as it will go!" She wiggled her ass to emphasize the point.

"And what compensation do you expect?" He pushed his very stiff cock against her anus, starting to stretch it open. He mentioned a number.

"That's a bit less than what Corky got, but I think you should accept it. It's pretty good."

Kylie was having none of that. Cara wasn't the one trussed like a Thanksgiving turkey about to take the world's longest cock up her butthole. "I want double that!" she yelled out. And then, as seductively as she could, given her position, "and every inch. And all your come."

Her sphincter stretched wide. The cock slid in easily. That lube did its job and his cock began fucking her ass, over and over, slithering in and out like a snake with OCD. She thought she could feel it reach way up inside her. When she swallowed she swore she could feel its tip in her throat.

"You're doing fabulous, girl," she heard in her ear. "Keep going." The vibrator went up a notch. It was totally crazy and illogical, but trussed up, helpless, with a long, long cock stuffing her ass, she felt all-powerful. She trusted Cara. She realized she hadn't been lying about her definition of success.

"He's about to come," Cara said. "This is very, very hot for him. He talks a lot to his billionaire friends about fucking various companies and execs, but this is the first time he's actually doing it, fucking his CEO in the ass. Make him come as hard as possible, make it last as long as possible. Trust me. Don't worry." Kylie nodded her assent, making it an emphasis of the rhythmic ass-fucking he was giving her. It didn't seem to her that he was going to come soon. It seemed more like she was going to be here with him inside her, sliding in and out, all afternoon or longer.

"Beg him," Cara said.

"Fuck, man," she said, looking behind her through her legs. "come in my ass. I really, really-- uh, uh," she couldn't finish the thought. He was pounding her even harder now. Her asshole was burning. She looked straight through her legs and his. "I used to hate the idea of getting fucked in the ass, but your cock-- your cock is incredible." He pushed himself fully into her and just made small movements in and out, which felt wonderful on her anus, as if he was massaging it with his cock. And then Cara increased the vibrating in her cunt, unbearably strong pulses in rapid and unending progression, up and up.

Her whole body strained against the ropes as the insane pleasure swept through her. "Here we go, sweetie. Come for me. Let him know you're coming."

He had to know just from the way her butt clenched around his rod that she was coming, and the way she cried out like she'd been punched in the stomach when each vibrator hit her, but she was Cara's sex toy now and Cara wanted her to say it: "I'm fucking coming," she breathed out. "Fucking fuck me!"

His thrusts went faster and harder and longer and her asshole started burning again from the rubbing, but it didn't matter because Cara had turned up the vibrator even more and she couldn't speak, couldn't do anything but come and yell and clench the cock in her ass as if her life depended on it.

He yelled then and his cock went up her as far as it would go, farther than she thought possible, and just froze there while he grunted and yelled and came. "Oh, you're both coming so hard!" Cara said, unnecessarily. "Keep going. Don't stop." Not that Kylie could stop even if she'd tried.

At last he softened and withdrew. Cara turned down the vibrator but kept it going. Kylie's body descended from impossibly explosive full-body orgasms down to just coming continuously in pussy heaven. She lay on her side for a while, recovering, then undid the knots that held the ropes tight, slowly stretched her limbs, and rose up to a sitting position on the floor.

"Welcome back," Cara said in her ear. "I can report success. Take me out of the bag."

She crawled over to the bag and retrieved the phone. Tor was standing, looking distracted, fiddling with his ears. "You're free," she heard from the phone. Startled, he looked at her, then all around the room. He nudged the cart that had been near them. It didn't react. He kicked it gently, then harder. It didn't respond. With a yell he booted it like a soccer ball, making skid across the floor. He began peeling off the body suit, which surprised Kylie. What surprised her even more was when he took the earbuds out of his ears, dropped them on the floor, and crushed them under his heel. He did the same to a phone that had been on a side table.

"Beta is gone," she heard from the phone. She stood up.

"Thank you," he replied. "Thank you so much. Take it all." He waved his arm around the room. "I don't want it anymore." Naked now, his body looked almost anorexic, his skin was as pale as if he'd spent a year in a coal mine.

"Tor?" Kylie called. "Tor?"

"My name is Theodore," he said. He walked to a closet, forced the sliding door open, and got out clothing, which he put on. He went to the door. When it didn't open automatically he went to another closet, got out a golf club, and used that to pry the door open. Then he was gone.

"What the fuck just happened?" Kylie asked.

# # #

"So I have some good news," Cara said. Kylie didn't bother to answer. She was exhausted, her butt hurt, and she still wasn't sure what had happened. "And some bad news. And more good news. Well..."