I blinked my eyes as I adjusted to the soft light in the room.
"Simon... did you hear me?" Seth repeated. "My boss... Mr. Rylance... would like to speak with you."
"Okay, I'll meet him."
I couldn't summon any more energy at the moment. That last moment in the Experience felt so lifelike. All of those men, their cocks stretching me wide... leading to that last man. I kept squirming my legs together, amazed at feeling my pussy stretched so wide, but also feeling the presence of my own dick again.
"Can you walk? He will meet you upstairs, in his office," Seth said, bringing me back to the moment.
Sheila glided over to me, and offered a demure, slim-fingered hand to me. I took it timidly and shifted so my legs slid off of the Transfer bed. They felt like they hadn't had blood circulation in a long time. As I felt my feet hit the floor, I felt that familiar pinprick sensation. I couldn't stand; my legs were so wobbly.
"Oh! Okay, just take it easy," Seth cooed, as he stood at once and strode over to join Sheila and me. "Sheila, would you bring us a wheelchair."
Sheila smiled and briefly nodded, and in the next second, a comfortable chair glided noiselessly through the door toward us. My hand still in hers, Sheila moved me then to the chair. I was as relieved to sit down as if I had been running a marathon.
Seth moved toward the door: "I'll accompany you to his office."
I nodded as I tried to digest the new information while still remembering the Experience that I've had so far. The taste of hot cum, feeling pools of it wash off of me in the cool lake, getting fucked in a broom closet—I was getting a lot of work already.
"I want to reiterate to you that your work so far has exceeded most of our other Bot Experience girls. No reluctance, seemingly no limits. It's no surprise that you got Mr. Rylance's attention."
"Do you really think I'm that impressive?" I asked. I asked it as innocently as I could, but I saw him fidget, and I couldn't help but squirm a bit in my chair. I bit my lip, and tried to catch his expression out of my periphery. He caught me, his look softened, and he smiled.
"You're a natural." His words stuck. I'm sure he had to say that line many times before, but it worked. My dick twitched, and I could feel it getting hard, but it just made me miss my pussy.
We entered the elevator, and it smoothly rose up. The silence was welcome, and I tried to close my eyes briefly, remembering how it felt to be me.
My eyes opened and, shortly after, the doors opened to reveal a large room with a tall glass ceiling. We were on the top floor, and we seemed to be above the clouds. There were no less than twenty Sheila bots of all different models clicking around on their high heels, carrying tablets and cubes glowing various colors. When we entered, many of them looked over at Seth and me, smiling briefly before continuing on.
One Sheila bot --a gorgeous, long-legged model with dark cocoa skin—walked directly towards us and stopped.
"Hello Seth... Hello Simon," she cooed mischievously.
"Hello Maggie," Seth returned. "Simon, Maggie is the Executive Assistant for this building, a very good person to know."
"Oh, I'm sorry, I assumed you were a..."
"A Sheila?" Maggie giggled, "I am a bit Sheila, but I'm mostly human. I guess you could say I'm the best of both worlds."
She was certainly gorgeous, from the wildness in her eyes to the slender lines of her smooth legs.
"Nice to meet you," I said, perhaps a little too quietly. She made me feel shy about myself; she made me miss Noelle. Maybe if Noelle was talking to Maggie, I'd be a bit more confident.
"Well, Mr. Rylance is expecting you. This way please," Maggie said before turning on her heel and leading us to the far side of the room. I couldn't help but check the smooth wiggle of Maggie's ass as she moved, and looking over at Seth, it was clear he was hypnotized as well.
Maggie led us to a door and stood to the side for us to enter. As the door closed behind us, I got my bearings in a wildly different room than what I was used to. The room was something out of a history book: dark wood floor panels, plush leather furniture, a massive looking wooden desk. Mahogany and green made the whole office look distinctive and mildly sinister. Behind the desk, a man sat with his fingers gently interlaced.
"Thank you, Maggie," and with that the man waved her away. She smiled, bowed, and turned to leave. As soon as she crossed the threshold again, the door closed.
Now, it felt like we could be anywhere—it didn't feel like we were in the penthouse of Right Rhyme Night Life in Chicago. The man stood up and revealed his absolutely massive form. He must have been close to seven feet tall, with broad shoulders, and arms like tree trunks underneath a deep blue suit stretched tight over his muscles. He made his way across the office to me, now shrinking subconsciously into my chair, and extended a muscular hand to me.
"I've been looking forward to meeting you. My name is Doug Rylance." As I gripped his hand, and looked up at him, I felt his eyes bore into mine. The next thing I knew, he was pulling me easily to my feet. "Come on, you can stand now, leave the chair behind."
I was still a little wobbly, but his hand didn't leave mine, and he moved me around the room as though we were engaged in a luxurious ballroom dance.
"Seth have a seat," Mr. Rylance said, as he released my hand quickly and moved around the desk to take his large, imposing chair. Seth took a seat in what I imagined was his 'usual chair.' I saw him look down at his tablet briefly, and it seemed as though he were ready to start taking notes on our meeting. I moved to the chair alongside his, but before I could sit, Mr. Rylance raised a hand and stopped me. "Absolutely not, Noelle. I didn't offer you a chair."
My legs buckled slightly at being called Noelle. I could feel my body and knew I was Simon, but being talked to like this brought me right back to the Transfer Room and to the Experience. I felt a pang of longing in my heart (and between my legs).
"It's nothing personal, all of my female employees follow this policy. Since you're new, we'll let it slide." He ran his hands over each other, lightly twisting the few rings he was wearing, as he spoke.
My breath started coming in ragged and shallow. I could tell that he noticed because I saw his lips curl in a slight grin. "You sure do have a flair for this kind of work, Noelle," he said, leaning back in his chair. "I must admit, after hearing Seth's report of your training exercise, I've followed your work very closely."
He paused here, and the silence seemed to fill the room. I saw Seth shift momentarily in his chair, so I cleared my throat and said, "Th-thank you, Mr. Rylance."
"You seem to be up for anything. Ready to take on challenging tasks... is that true?"
"Yes, sir."
"Good, then I have something that I want to discuss with you," Mr. Rylance waved a pen on his desk and the tip of it glowed green. On the wall to the left of him, a framed portrait seemed to dissolve into another image. It was a room resembling a lavish hotel bedroom, and in the bed lay a sleeping Noelle.
"There you are," Rylance continued. "Noelle is sleeping peacefully, completely biologically human." He continued to regard the image of her sleeping there. "Very sexy... I have been involved since we originally designed your genetics. You can almost call me Dad."
Seth coughed and shifted—he looked increasingly uncomfortable.
"Seth, thank you, you can go back to your office now," Rylance said, smiling and revealing a mouth full of bright white teeth. Seth nodded, and after a brief look in my direction, removed himself from his chair and the room. Once we were alone, Mr. Rylance turned to me again and said in a lower voice, "Before I forget," he pointed over at the image of sleeping Noelle, "you... are currently in this building."
I betrayed a small gasp; I never expected to hear that. He continued to smile wider and wider, and my mind started racing. "We have a very complicated way of finding our Sex Bot workers, but sometimes, we strike it rich. I believe that you are a solid gold worker, Noelle. So, even though you've only just begun, I think you're up to the task."
My mouth was running dry, so I had to swallow numerous times before I could respond: "Thank you, Mr. Rylance. I think I am."
He laughed out loud again, and this time he stood up from his chair and came around the desk, sitting on the front of it inches away from me in the chair.
"I haven't even told you what it is yet, but you are eager!" His laughter died down. "Tell me, Noelle, what do you think of the body you're currently in?"
"It's fine for what it is, but... I like Noelle."
"No sentimental attachment?"
"No, well, I guess my parents love this body, but they are off planet, and... at this point, I've out-aged them."
"Oh, I'm sorry, have they passed?"
"They're just retired, living in Vega close to the Black Hole."
"Oh very nice, so you don't visit often, I presume."
"No, I... I'm sure I'd hardly recognize them now."
