Author's note: this chapter has transgender characters and arguably heteroflexible scenes (as most of my stories do). If that doesn't float your boat, read no further! Otherwise, enjoy!
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"Mmmm. You've got talent with that mouth. That will get you places in this business," Linda Cross, my boss, mused as I lapped away at her pussy under her desk. I had been strapped there for an hour since I clocked in at 9am.
Her horny compliment was the first words she had said to me that day. Before I could even say hello, she loaded me into her virtual office and my face was pressed between her legs like the convenient sex object I was to her. This was also the first time she reacted to my performance that day. Up to that point, she had scooted her chair into position to give me no other choice but to pleasure her and then quietly went on about her work like I wasn't there. It didn't bother me. My mind was occupied anyway, thinking about how Dion and Raven were still spending more time together while I was here with my boss's honey dripping from my chin as I ate her out. It wasn't that I was jealous. I just wanted to be a fly on the wall while they, more than likely, continued having sex. Then my mind wandered to what happened on my day off.
I woke up to them fucking again and they let me watch for a while. Then, they sent me out to retrieve lunch while they had alone time. Given that this was more than just a fling, I offered that they could have sex without me if they wanted, amending Raven and I's original arrangement. Thankfully, they returned my censor hack to it's previous configuration so that I could navigate the streets of the city safely. When I got back to the apartment with lunch, the message "DO NOT DISTURB" flashed over my vision as I approached the bedroom door. They clearly took me up on my offer. I sat on the couch and did some browsing in Virtual with my neural implant. It was difficult to focus when I knew Raven was getting railed down the hall. A half hour later, the couple emerged and we all hung out for a while, decidedly without sex.
Dion eventually had to take care of some hacker business for the rest of the night, so he left Raven and I alone. We had dinner together and just hung out, much of the time spent with me worshiping her girlcock while she played games until time for bed. Dion returned to our apartment as I was leaving to go to work, where I didn't realize I would spend another hour between a woman's legs. If I was honest, I loved that it was a regular occurrence lately. But not as much as I loved watching Raven have the time of her life with another man. That CirruVisionX couldn't arrive soon enough. Then I would be able to really be that fly on the wall, with a few censor edits I'm sure.
Suddenly, my vision faded to white mid-lick, interrupting my wandering mind and my tongue's motion against her slit.
"That's all for now, bitch," she said in a surprisingly professional tone despite her name for me and what I had just been doing in Virtual. "I sent you back my notes on the productivity reports. Please notify the indicated individuals of their docked pay. You also have your replacement to train. I've sent you their background information. Luckily, Tier 2 Management already took care of all the day one onboarding. You just need to show them how to do their job as well as you do yours. I must say, you do know how to start a morning with excellent and unintrusive service, Elijah. Anyway, thanks, bitch!"
"You're welcome, ma'am," I said courteously. I went out into the sea of office workers on the tier 3 managerial floor to do my boss's dirty work --or rather, more of it. As I glanced at the men, censored women, and everything between, I wondered how many of them had gotten their fill of their superior's pussy or cock in their mouth for the morning already. I imagined it was not a small number.
I went to the observation nexus and got into the barely human-sized pod. As the pod emerged from the ceiling of the data floor, I thought about my v-mail inbox and it appeared in my vision. Linda's messages were there and in one, I saw with the attached list of people who would soon be told that their paycheck was going to be smaller. I willed the attachment open and looked over the names, sighing as I read them.
I largely kept to myself at work. So it wasn't like I really knew any of these people. Nevertheless, this wasn't going to be something I enjoyed like others probably would have. They would get off on the power trip, or worse --someone else's misery. That just wasn't me. I didn't know what was going on in these people's personal lives. Hell, I didn't even know how much they made; only what percentage was being cut. I felt like a traitor. This was a bigger compromise of my conscience for the money than I thought it would be. My stomach threatened to tie itself in knots, thinking about what Raven would have to say if she were here.
My implant, colluding with the corporate software installed on it, highlighted the workers in question as I looked down at them. Maybe I was a coward, but I really didn't want to actually face them. Luckily, my neural implant provided a perfect way around that issue without me even having to think too hard about it. For the ones with their own chips, I could just summon them into my virtual office and create a barrier so that they couldn't see me. For those who wore visors, I could simply have my voice invade their data entry software like the disembodied voice of a cruel god of menial office labor.
I handled the chip users first, willing them into my virtual office in the mountains above the city. A dense fog seeming to radiate off the mountain top all the way to my cabin deck covered my identity. It was a little dramatic but it did the job. With the visor wearers, I had to open their real time productivity monitoring and think a command to initiate a voice channel. It was entirely too impersonal for what they deserved and I felt guiltier for that than I did about the whole thing to begin with.
There were entirely justified fits of cussing, tears, and even one person who tried to flirt her way into a different outcome. I was half tempted to indulge her but it felt wrong since I really couldn't help her. Despite shying away from it by not meeting them in person, I tried to be compassionate, own up to what I was doing to them, and not hide behind the fact that this ultimately wasn't my decision. I was enabling their hardship for my own continued employment and I wasn't going to pretend any differently.
Finally, it was over and I moved on to a much more pleasant task: introducing myself to my replacement on the data floor. Their name, according to the background file, was Aster Reece. By how Linda talked about them, they were presumably a nonbinary person. They had an unusually long resume of corporate experience despite the relatively low level job they applied for.
I made my way across the room, careful not to make eye contact with the people who had just gotten their bad news. A femme with shoulder length pink hair noticed me coming and they stood up from my old workstation. Notably, they had no censor over their top half, because they had no breasts to speak of. Even still, their crop top and short skirt accented their slender frame nicely and I couldn't help but appreciate the view.
"Hi, my name is-"
"Ooh, hello!" They interrupted in a bubbly tone that contrasted with the calculating way they scanned me with their eyes. "Here I was expecting a woman. I was under the impression that the floor manager was a woman."
"You're well informed Mx. Reece," I said politely.
"Aster's fine," they interjected again.
"Okay. Well, my name is Eli. I'm her executive assistant and her proxy. This also used to be my workstation, so she is having me train you. I had a couple of questions actually."
"Shoot!" They offered with an amused grin.
"Well first, I just wanted to confirm your pronouns."
"They/them..but I'll answer to anything you like, baby," they said as they squirmed sensually and crossed their legs, letting nearly their entire leg show under the skirt. Their bare thigh begged my eyes to give them attention and I helplessly obeyed the call.
I audibly gulped, regaining my composure, before continuing, "Um, right... Well my other question was about your resume. You have mid level management experience at your last four firms. The only thing you don't have on here is vice president level management. Why on earth would you apply for a data entry job? Why haven't you ever advanced past manager?"
"Too much responsibility, to answer your last question, and because I can, to answer the first," they said with a shrug. "I like to climb from the bottom to almost the top --and yes I can do both too."
I wasn't sure what to say to that. Or at least I couldn't figure out what wouldn't get me in trouble with HR. Once again, I tried to brush it off.
"Well, I'm sure you'll do just fine here then Mx. Ree --I mean, Aster. Let's go over the basic program here. Do you have an implant or a visor?"
"Oh, I'm chipped..among other things," they said and winked.
I cleared my throat and began e xplaining the basic functions of the data entry program that was coded into the workstation. Despite keeping a coy and playful demeanor the whole time, they seemed to grasp the idea quickly.
