Numbers—Prologue
June 2132 and the secret board meeting for Technologies Ltd continued into the second hour. The entire top floor of the building was under total lockdown. Messages in and out moved only after encryption. The last reports on general business items were finished.
Johns the Special Projects manger took the podium for an exposition on the most secret project Technologies Ltd had ever undertaken.
Emmanuel Johns was new to the corporation and even newer to the board. He had appeared mysteriously only four years before. His rise to the board had been meteorically swift. His selection as a board member had been a shock to all.
Johns was a tall thickly muscled man of indeterminate age, topaz flecked eyes, regular features and a ready smile. Though Friendly and popular few people really knew much about him. Despite his friendly demeanor, he still managed to acquire a few enemies.
When his turn came, Johns stepped to the podium and flashed a grin. "Ladies and Gentlemen if you check your terminals pertinent information on project YX can be accessed. Additional information is in the packets being handed out now. I'll take questions in fifteen minuets."
Five young women circulated the room laying booklets by each board member. For a time the only sound in the room was of keyboards and shuffling paper. Twelve minuets later Gina Keys stood and demanded attention. She held a paper in her hand and shaking it at Johns with rage.
At forty-six Gina's aristocratic Italian features, coupled a trim yet curvy body, and long dirty blonde hair was considered a fox by most of the men who saw her. The problem was that she was an avowed lesbian man hater. Notorious for seducing young women she bragged that no man had touched her for the last twenty years and none would ever. She hated Johns totally.
"This is the most unmitigated complete pile of shit I have ever seen!" She shouted red faced. "Especially this shit about sex and releasing our primal free will this cannot possibly be true in any way!"
Johns raised a brow and said, "You think there's an error in the conclusions? I can assure there are few if any at all. Our data agrees with the Wa'em's data. They've been studying the subject off and on for the last Two thousand years. In fact, they renewed their study when they discovered us."
"What does a pack of aliens know about human sexuality?" Gina snarled trembling with rage. "And why would that kind of study mean anything to them or us?"
"A great deal it would appear." Johns replied mildly. "The difference in the genetic code between us and them is so sleight as to be nonexistent. Also, they felt that the information would help. Plus the fact that they believe this is their plant of origin."
"Bullshit" Gina growled vehemently. "They've been pumping out that crap since before I was born. I for one don't believe a word of it. I can see you do. It's even in this shit your squad of strumpets passed out."
"Gina I should make you sit down and shut up." Manuel said grinning. "But as I see that every thing is ready I think you need a demonstration of what nanotechnology and Wa'em science can do. I 'suggest' you to come up on stage and stand on that low table." He pointed to a carpeted table with very short legs.
Gina started to sit down. Then her eyes got very wide as she stood and walked up on the stage and stood on the table. "What have you done to me?" She screamed. "What insane thing have you done?"
"Thanks to the corporate lunch room and the health supplements most everybody has been enjoying of late. You have some microscopic friends in you and some other beneficial things provided by the Wa'em. Those little friends are helping your body and subconscious to realize your primal sexuality. That is something that the people of this world have almost forgotten. Those things combined help your body to obey suggestions or commands given in a particular tone of voice. I see it works."
Gina tried to step off the table. After several tries, she gave up. "What do you want of me? What horrible thing do you want?" Her shout was edged with panic.
The two other women board members looked oddly at Manuel then at each other. They nodded in agreement of some sort.
Manuel caught the side play with the corner of his eye. He thought it was time to reassure them that the events unfolding were safe. "Ladies." He said looking at them. "I'm sorry you have to see this but it has to be done."
"We know that dear." Vivian the older one said. "It's time someone put that arrogant bitch in her place. We will be ready at need. Continue with what you were doing."
As he turned his eyes, back to Gina Johns was a little puzzled by Vivian's remark. He would worry about it later. "Now Gina." He said. "I want you to keep your arms at you side at all times except when I command you to do something. When I say, I want you to do something; you shall consider it as a command. Do you understand? Say yes or nod your head."
"Yes you bastard." She whispered fiercely.
"I see that we have an understanding." He remarked with a smile. "Gina I want you to remove your blouse...slowly. Tease us a bit."
Her blouse had a deep V in it with only two buttons below. A nice amount of cleavage was already exposed. One then two buttons, then she started tugging it out the waistband of her short skirt reviling a lacy pink bra. A low mummer of approval came from the men when she opened the blouse.
"Must you humiliate me this way?" A light pink flush covered her face. She shrugged the blouse off dropping it to the floor.
"I must say." Manual said with a chuckle." Your tits are nicer that I imagined. With out the bra they should be very nice indeed. However, you keep it on for now. Leaving your skirt on I want you to remove your panties now."
Gina pulled her skirt up revealing the lacy tops of her suntan thigh high nylons. Then her pink lace panties came into view. The cleft splitting her mound showed through the tight translucent garment. Eyebrows in the audience came up when a wet stain covering the crotch of her panties came into view.
Still blushing Gina hooked her thumbs in the sides on the panties and slid the damning panties down long lush legs to step out of them.
Moisture covered Gina's shaved lower vulva. A triangular patch of neatly trimmed pubic hair stood above her clitoris.
A few wolf whistles came from the men. One of the other women giggled. The giggler was the shingle, pretty, middle aged, plump woman with gray hair. Smiling broadly, she waved an urgent hand at Johns.
"Yes Vivian?" He said bemused. He had not expected this kind of reaction at all.
"It looks as if Gina not going to be much if any fun Manual. If you don't mind having a fat old lady show, her stuff let me take her place.
"You're not serious, are you?
"Damn straight I am." She giggled again, "when a girl gets to be fifty-eight chances like this are few and far between." She looked at the woman next to her. "And if Joyce would stop worrying about her husband." She looked at Joyce. "Just get off you're fifty-five year old tight ass and join me." She added.
"Why not?" Joyce stood up when Vivian did. "I've always wondered what it would be like to show my bare ass to a room full of men. I expect we're all going to get arrested anyway."
Johns was both surprised and gratified. He had wondered how he was going to get the ladies up on the stage. He liked both of them and baulked at humiliating them.
