In another video, a man spanked a woman’s bare ass; in the next, the roles were reversed. One woman knelt in front of another woman and buried her face in her crotch. In the next video, it was two men.
Then the screen went blank, and a dim light filled the room.
“Excellent, Anya. If you could stand and take just a few steps, I have a few questions to ask you. Are you ready?”
She stood up, needing the arms of the chair to keep her steady. Her body felt electrified and sensitive, her head a little dizzy.
“Did you see the dinner party orgy?”
“Yes.”
“Did you see the young girl being chased?”
“No.”
“Did you see the woman slapping the man?”
“No.”
“Did you see the swimming lady fondle her breasts?”
“Yes.”
“Perfect. Catch your breath for two more minutes, and then we’ll do the second half of the test. Are you feeling up to it?”
“Yes,” she said, stepping from side to side. Honestly, she was energized. And horny. The image of the man slapping the woman’s ass came back to her. And the woman giving the man head.
“Young lady, clear your thoughts please,” Merrill’s voice laughed through the room. “I need a neutral start.”
Anya did as she asked, although it wasn’t easy. She took a few more steps in a half circle and then eased herself back into the chair, guiding the leads back through the notch in the arm.
“Okay,” she called to Merrill.
“All right, the video will mostly be the same, but this time the suit is going to activate you. Make sure you relax. If any feelings come up, let them happen; don’t fight them. But if at any time you feel overwhelmed, press either of those buttons.”
“Okay,” she said, breathing deep to calm her heart.
“It’s possible that this portion of the test will result in an orgasm. Don’t fight it, and don’t strain for it. Let your body do what it will do as much as possible. All right?”
“All right,” she said. Oh my God, a scientific orgasm. It would kill her not to be able to tell Jenn about any of this.
The videos started, and she tried to do as Merrill asked, breathing calmly and letting the images do what they would do.
But this time was different. It was her point of view in all the scenes.
She was standing over the bound and gagged man, the feel of the riding crop in her hand.
She was swimming, feeling the cool water slide over her body. Her hands were still, but she felt the hard metal of the ladder, her feet climbing the rough treads one at a time as she climbed out.
In front of her, a large, handsome man watched her through the patio window, his hands stroking his hard cock.
Then her hands were feeling her large breasts, which her mind tried to argue about until she shut it down. She felt the hard nipples graze the palms of her hands, the man nodding and stroking faster.
Then she was sitting at the dining room table, the man next to her laughing in her ear.
“Should we get naked after dinner?” he shouted, asking the group at large. Everyone agreed.
Then she was arranging vegetables at an outdoor stand, watching a beautiful woman walk by. A sensation, as if her crotch were hot and swelling against the fabric of her pants, made her realize she was having an erection as she watched the woman.
Then she was running close to the ground, warm earth and grass pressing against her hands and feet. She looked up and saw a frisbee. She launched herself into the air, every muscle straining as the wind rippled through long hair that covered her body.
Next, she felt hands and breath all over her body. Her dinner plate was empty and the man next to her was nuzzling her neck. The woman on her other side bent out of sight and she felt a wet tongue lick her nipple, a hand slipping between her legs to press and stroke her clit.
Someone under the table ran their hands up her legs and slid something hard and thick into her, easing it in and out and then quickening the pace.
And then she saw him. Dimi. He stood at the end of a dark hallway, naked. Arms held her, pulling her forward. When she stood in front of him, he reached out and tugged at her shirt. Cold air hit her chest, her breasts. He reached out to stroke one, squeezing her nipple.
“You didn’t listen to me,” he said and sat down on a bench that materialized behind him. He pulled her down across his lap, and she felt the sting and heard the slap of his hand hitting her ass. She could feel the muscle of his legs dig into her ribs.
Slap and sting. She felt the hardness of his erection grow, digging into her waist.
“Now you’ve done it,” he said, his arms lifting and turning her. Then he lowered her, and she felt the smooth head of him press against her. “You need discipline,” he murmured.
“Yes,” she said, fighting the embarrassment that she’d said that out loud.
“Ask me,” he demanded.
“Fuck me,” she heard herself whisper.
He responded by guiding her hips down until he was buried in her. His length swelled, stretching her. Then he moved, and her orgasm ripped a cry out of her throat. Her arms twitched and her breathing jerked as the feelings flooded from her groin down her legs and up her stomach. His hands slid up to squeeze her breasts.
The video faded, but the lights stayed out, giving her several minutes to revive as the feelings drained from her.
“Good,” said Merrill crisply, turning the lights back up. “Why don’t you get back into your clothes and meet me down the hall in my office.”
* * *
“How are you feeling?” Merrill asked her after she’d sat down in the chair. More like collapsed into it.
“I feel exhausted and awesome and wondering how much one of those suits costs.”
Merrill chuckled.
“I get that a lot.”
Anya heard the laser printer behind her start to hum and print several sheets out. Then pause and print another bunch of sheets out. Merrill stapled them and handed one to her.
“Here’s what I like. Instant results,” Merrill said.
“Hm.” Anya’s eyes bounced around the terms on the first page.
“Let’s start at the top. Physiologically, you have body parts associated with a female human. You see yourself as having a gender identity of female. According to our test, your body responds at a twenty-seven percent bisexual orientation.”
“Really,” Anya said, her eyes wide.
“Almost all humans are somewhere on the spectrum between what you’d describe as straight and gay. In our experience, most aren’t comfortable admitting it.”
“It explains a few things,” she said, thinking of how she’d tingled at the idea of the woman licking her nipples.
“I’m glad you’re open to learning. Some people get to this point and shut down. It’s too bad, because sexuality is such a driving, important trait to being human.”
They went over a few other interesting points, such as being turned off by a few things such as age play, genital electroshock, and Shibari.
“Did I see that?” she asked, after asking Merrill to explain Shibari.
“Yes. There was a woman tied up in red and blue ropes that made the shape of a heart.”
“Oh. Well,” Anya said, nothing ringing a bell. “I’ll have to take your word for it.”
“Strongly negative responses to stimuli typically result in your mind shutting down. Literally shuttering the visual feedback from the eyes. The human mind is amazing.”
“So is the body,” Anya agreed.
“True. Okay, you responded strongly positive for classical music, particularly Prokofiev and Rachmaninoff.”
“Makes sense,” she replied, remembering the only records her grandmother had—Russian composers.
“You also responded strongly positive to light impact play and quirofilia, interestingly.”
“What’s that?”
“A hand fetish, basicall
y. But for you, it’s hands used in a sexual manner, versus just looking at them.” Merrill looked back at the page. “Let’s see… you responded neutral positive to submissive, bondage, and role play.”
“Neutral positive?”
“You slightly liked it. There never is an absolute neutral in these tests. I’ve found people always have a negative or positive reaction to all stimuli. Again, it’s a spectrum. If you think you’re neutral, it’s because your conscious ego is fighting your inherent instincts.”
She liked Merrill and her clinical way of presenting everything. Something about letting her body decide what it liked and didn’t was so freeing.
She also respected Merrill’s passion for her work. They were kindred spirits in that respect.
“Now for the big one,” Merrill said, flipping over to the last page.
“Big one?”
“Literally and figuratively. Something in your questionnaire made me add a specific CGI script to the last video.”
Heat rushed not only to Anya’s face but to her pussy as well.
“Dimi,” she said.
“St-Pierre,” Merrill corrected. “Don’t let anybody know he told you his real name. It’s against the rules.”
“Sorry,” she replied, looking down at the page. She knew exactly what she was referring to and yet couldn’t regret a single millisecond of that orgasm.
“We’re able to take any digitized image and create pretty authentic video from it. So I created a script just to confirm that you’re strongly, strongly positive to St-Pierre. Did I emphasize strongly? Because your strongly is off the chart,” Merrill finished on a laugh. “I could only hope to find my own positive that strong.”
She shrugged.
“It’s not like I can control it, right?”
“Right. A good bit of information to tuck away. You’re at a company where sexual gratification and honesty is appreciated and championed. It gets complicated when it crosses over consultant and coordinator lines. But it’s even more complex when it’s between consultants and executives.”
“Is there a rule about it? I don’t remember seeing anything on the tablet.”
“If there is, you’ll find out this week in your group session. Ask about it if they don’t cover it. It’s never happened in my experience, so if there’s no policy, it might force us to consider something. Of course,” she said, looking off in thought. Then she looked at Anya apologetically. “It’s not a problem if it’s not reciprocated. Unless you make it a problem.”
“No,” Anya said emphatically, shaking her head. “I’m not here for problems. I’m here for money,” she finished on a laugh.
“Well, congratulations then. Because you’ll make bucket loads of that.”
Merrill stood up and held out her hand.
“It’s really been a pleasure, Anya. You embraced the whole process wholeheartedly and without prejudice. I can’t ask more of anyone.”
She put her hand in Merrill’s and shook.
“I really respect what you’re doing here. I also think there are a lot of people outside of Cavendish that could be helped by this technology.”
Merrill looked at her with a blank face and shrugged. “Maybe one day,” she allowed. “Congratulations on not throwing your report at me and running away.”
“Somebody actually did that?” she asked as she stood up, tucking the report under her arm.
“Yes. Somebody who couldn’t face they responded strongly positive for klismaphilia, which is arousal by enemas.”
“Wow, there’s a whole world I know nothing about.”
“The only world that matters for you is in that report you’re holding. Now, I’ve got two more tests to run, so I’ll let you go. There should be a cart and driver right outside to your right.”
“Thank you, Merrill.”
“You’re welcome.”
* * *
Anya poured herself a tea over ice, settling onto her sofa bed to do some reading.
First, she read through the rules on the tablet more thoroughly. There were more rules about interacting with clients than coordinators, and nothing stated about executives at all.
Next, she cracked open her yellow binder and flipped through the pages.
There was a transcription of her interview, a copy of her questionnaire answers, and then her tests from yesterday. But she bypassed all of that to get to the last document.
Her bio-haptics report was made up of numbers and graphs. She read through all the findings they’d discussed, along with a few others. Neutral positive on being in control in sexual situations. Strong positive on adapting to situations.
She leaned the report against her chest and closed her eyes, replaying the sight of digital Dimi at the end of the hall, beckoning her forward. Spanking her. The thought of his hand hitting her ass made her ache, from her puckered nipples to the juncture of her legs.
She reached her hand under her waistband, sliding her fingers between her slick folds.
The only time she ever masturbated was when she couldn’t sleep. And then her imagination conjured a nameless man pinning her against a wall or on her bed, moving her clothes out of the way while she hung on as he moved against her.
This time, she had a face and a specific body to populate her fantasy. And a long, dark hallway. This time, she imagined her hands held behind her, and she moved her left hand under her body. She imagined Dimi sliding to his knees, burying his face into her. Her fingers moved faster, side to side, getting wetter.
She slid two fingers inside and moved her other hand down to stroke her clit, going faster as the Dimi in her mind pulled her down to him. Suddenly, her fingers were his fingers, and he encouraged her to let go. He roughly pulled down her top and tongued her nipple, moaning.
Her orgasm crashed through her, and she felt her pussy tighten around her fingers in rhythmic convulsions. Her movements slowed and her heart eased back to its normal beat.
She slid down and pulled the blanket under her chin, letting herself fall into a deep sleep.
12
Dimi gathered his papers and the new recruits’ folders, seeing how empty his desk looked without them. As if it was a spare desk waiting for a new hire.
Jones ended up calling in sick, and Lorna had asked him if he’d give the security presentation to the new recruits.
It had been a couple days since he’d seen Anya face-to-face, and he thought he’d been doing pretty good at pushing her out of his thoughts.
Today, he’d just focus his attention on the other two people, give his fifteen-minute PowerPoint, and leave after their questions.
The recruit group session would be in the den of the Baja house, which was the least distracting of all the properties. He took the elevator down to the tunnels and drove to the Baja elevator, a clear vision of what happened the last time he’d done this flashing in his mind. Had that only been last week?
He took the elevator to the main floor and headed around the corner. He could hear Sabine, their Human Resources manager, speaking, which meant he was next and then Kensley.
“Since we’re on Cavendish property, search for Cavendish1 in your Wi-Fi dropdown list. Got it? Tap and enter the password, and you’ll be logged into the secure Cavendish portal. You’ll check this every morning for your Engagement Packs, although if you turn notifications on, you’ll get an alert when one is delivered. Your pack will give you all the details of your upcoming engagement, right down to what to say, wear, and how to act. Now, do you see the Schedule button? That is the calendar for your engagements.”
She went on about accessing the property, activating gates, and accessing the houses, which was a nice segue for his security presentation.
He stood at the door waiting. He tried to remember the last time he’d done one of these. A year ago? Jones had started about eight months ago, so….
“Now I’ll introduce you to St-Pierre, our Chief of Security. He’ll go over your codenames, pass cards, and other general details. St-P
ierre,” Sabine said, waving him to the front of the room. She handed him the remote and patted his arm.
He pressed a button to lower the projector from the ceiling then tapped another to lower the lights. Perfect, I can’t see anyone.
He started the familiar presentation, leading with the pass card and how important it was to keep it hidden and secure.
“Both clients and consultants receive pass cards. They are chipped and are tied to your engagements. They will only activate the areas you need to complete your engagements, and that’s the same for the clients.
“Loss of your pass card will result in expulsion from Cavendish Enterprises in its totality. And Cavendish has a long reach. You’ll be shocked at how many areas of your life we can fuck with if you are careless with your card.”
He was tempted to find Anya’s eyes with that line but fought the urge.
“Everyone will receive a packet with a codename.” He tapped the folder he’d brought in. “When you are on-site, you will refer to each other by codename only. Clients also have codenames, and you will only refer to them by the codename in your Engagement Package. If you recognize them from the real world, you are forbidden from revealing that. Even if it’s Ryan Gosling,” he said, and there were a few laughs.
“Like Ryan Gosling needs a place like this,” the one who must have been Elliot murmured.
“You’d be shocked at who… needs Cavendish,” he said, injecting a hard warning into his words. Elliot quieted. “So practice your poker face, everyone. Because revealing identities, even accidentally, will result in your expulsion.”
Three shadowed heads nodded.
“Everyone connected to you has been background checked and vetted. I mean everyone, from your parents, to your second cousins twice removed, to the hamster you had in first grade. We look at everything and everyone. If there was a hint of anything suspicious, you wouldn’t be here today. So congratulations on that,” he said derisively. As expected, there were two people chuckling, but not Anya.
“We have means of doing this confidentially,” he continued, clicking the remote to advance the slide. “So even though I know every one of your credit scores, the three credit reporting companies have no idea I checked. We’ve also accessed your private healthcare records, your criminal records and your academic records. If we wanted to fail you in chemistry, we could.”
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