The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

“Babe. I don’t want you to go,” Mark said as I packed my suitcase. Sylvia had told me about a weekend retreat they were having for Women in Tech. I was super excited to go. Mark, however, was not.

“Are partners allowed?” He asked.

I reminded him the organization was called Women in Tech, with an emphasis on the Women.

I grabbed one of the new bikini’s I had bought and placed it in the suitcase.

“What do you need that for?” He asked, looking at me suspiciously. I shot him a confused look.

“The bikini,” he said, as if it was supposed to be obvious. “It must be freezing up there this time of year.”

“There’s supposed to be a great spa at the resort, it’s part of the whole team building experience,” I replied.

I could tell he was uncomfortable. I tried to reassure him. I reminded him yet again that this was an event only for women. There wouldn’t be any men lusting after me. I told him there was nothing to worry about.

Mark offered to drop me off. I tried to tell him I could just drive myself, but he kept insisting. Even then, I told him it was fine. Then he ordered me to let him drive. I felt turned on by his command. Women in Tech love to obey. I sank down to my knees and gave him a quick blowjob to make up for the days I’d be gone.

“Wow, this place is nice.” Mark said as we pulled up to the resort.

The resort was out in the mountains, a few hours away.

“You sure I can’t come with you?” He said jokingly, though I could tell he was partly serious.

“It’s just a few days, I’ll be back before you know it.”

“I know…”

After exchanging goodbye hugs and kisses, I got out of the car and walked towards the resort. The lobby was filled with dozens of women, some that I recognized and some I didn’t. Sylvia had mentioned that some women from their Los Angeles group would be at the retreat as well. I never even realize they had more groups outside of the one I was used to.

“Gaby!” I heard a voice yell out. I turned around. Heather ran up and gave me a big hug.

“Glad you made it!” I said. I was happy to see a familiar face.

“Of course. I’m not one to miss out on a free vacation,” she giggled.

The resort was so much nicer than I’d been expecting. It must’ve cost them a fortune.

We gossiped for a bit about work. Heather told me about an affair she’d been having with one of her bosses.

“Isn’t he married?” I inquired.

“Sure, but it’s complicated.”

“I’m not judging,” I replied.

It made me think of my own boss, bending me over his desk and smacking my ass. How easy it would’ve been to go further… only if I was single of course, I reassured myself.

“Hey ya’ll,” someone said. We turned around to see Jen walking up to us.

“Jen!” I said, embracing her in a hug.

“Whatcha talkin about?”

“Heather and her boss.”

“The married one?”

“Yes!” I laughed.

“I can’t believe how many people are here,” Jen remarked.

I looked around the room. It was a lot. Another dozen or so women had poured into the room while we were talking. In the corner of the room, I noticed Flynn Parson.

“He’s here,” I said quietly.

“Who?”

I pointed in his direction. They both looked over.

“Ooooh,” Heather squealed.

He was making his way around the room talking to the various cliques of women that had formed.

“How’s Mark?” Jen asked.

“He’s good,” I replied.

“Has he found a job yet?”

“Not yet, no.” It had been so long I was beginning to suspect he wasn’t even really trying anymore. Maybe he was content just being a dogwalker.

“Welcome, Ladies!” A voice said. The three of us turned around. Flynn was walking up to us. “Gaby, so good to see you. Heather, Jen, how are my three favorite women doing?”

“Amazing. This place is so nice,” Jen replied.

“It’s wonderful. Have you gotten checked in yet?” he asked.

“Not yet,” Heather said. “We just arrived.”

“As you can see things are a bit hectic right now but make your way to the front desk when you can, the rooms are just about ready. Everything’s already taken care of. This is your weekend. You all have earned it, working so hard lately, so relax and have fun.” He said with a smile.

“Now if you’ll excuse me, I have some business I need to attend to. Sylvia will be leading the activities we have planned for you.” He briefly looked around the room. “She’s somewhere around here.”

“And remember,” he said, making direct eye contact with me. “We’re here to learn in addition to having fun, so please, keep an open mind.”

I made my way up to my room after getting checked in. The bell boy followed with my suitcase. I tried telling him I could handle it myself, but he insisted on carrying the bag up himself. He kept sneaking glances at my chest.

The room was incredible. So big and spacious, very modern, and luxurious. I loved it. Mark and I had gone on several vacations over the past few years but never stayed anywhere as nice as this.

I reached into my purse and grabbed my wallet to tip the bellboy.

“Not necessary,” he interrupted. “All expenses are already taken care of.”

“Oh, well, thank you.” I said, putting my wallet away.

“Enjoy the rest of your evening,” he said, closing the door on his way out.

I took my jacket off, walked over to the bed and laid down, stretching out my legs. The bed was so comfortable. This is exactly what I needed; work had been so stressful lately. I looked over at the bedside table. Sitting there were a personal itinerary with my name on it. I looked at the clock. The presentation starts in just thirty minutes. Ugh. I went over to the bathroom to touch up my make-up.

I made my way downstairs. People were already gathering in the large conference room. Rows of chairs were set up. At the front of the room was a big screen. I took a seat near the back.

The room quickly filled with women over the next several minutes. I saw Heather and Jen enter the room and motioned for them to come over. I looked around the room, the chairs were nearly filled up. At least half the women from the lobby were here. But not all of them I noted. There were a few faces from the lobby that I didn’t see among the crowd.

Sylvia stood at the front of the room; her blonde hair tied back in a bun.

The room darkened and the screen lit up.

“Welcome everybody, looks like everyone’s here.” Sylvia spoke into the microphone. Her voice echoed on the loudspeakers. “Let’s get started. First, I’d like to thank you all for making time in your busy lives, we’re so happy to be able to put on an event like this for all you hardworking women in tech.”

The audience applauded. “We appreciate you all so very much,” Sylvia said after the crowd went quiet.

“Unfortunately, it can’t all just be relaxation and fun, though don’t worry, there’ll will be plenty of that. I want to thank our gracious hosts for helping us put this event on, they’ve been so accommodating with all our requests as I’m sure you’ve all noticed. But in addition to a nice relaxing weekend, we’re here to learn how to be the best employees possible. You all work so very hard and I’ve personally witnessed so many of you overcome great obstacles, so give a round of applause to yourselves.”

The crowd applauded again. The feeling in the air was electric and Sylvia, an excellent public speaker, seemed to have everyone’s complete attention.

A slide appeared on the screen. A picture of a group of women standing in front of a big tech campus. The header read: “Women in Tech”.

“What does it mean to be a Woman in Tech?” Sylvia asked, letting the question hang in the air for a moment. “Women in Tech are hard working. Women in Tech are creative.”

I looked around the room. Everyone was captivated.

The next slide. “A Woman in Tech is resourceful. She uses every asset available to get the job done, no matter what it may be.” Obviously. These were things we’d gone over several times at the mixers back home.

Another slide popped up. “Women in Tech are team players. As individuals you all are fantastic, but it’s only as a team that we can really achieve our goals. It’s so very important to keep the people you work with happy.”

The next slide had the word “RESPECT” in big bold letters. “Women in Tech are respectful. I know how important it is for many of you to be respected in the workplace, but if we want that to happen, we must first show respect. Respect is one of those things that’s impossible to receive if you’re not willing to give and Women in Tech should always give more than they receive.”

The presentation continued for some time. More slides about what it meant to be a woman in tech and their goals and achievements. It was mostly all stuff I already knew. Like always, I was ahead of the curve.

Fortunately, there were still new things for me to learn, and near the end of the presentation a few of the ideas really stuck with me. I’d hoped the presentation was close to over, I was starting to feel a bit lightheaded. I told myself I would lay down and take a nap after this.

The next slide popped up. I glanced over to my right; Heather’s eyes were half glazed over as she stared up at the screen.

“Women in Tech need to do anything they can to climb the corporate ladder,” Sylvia exclaimed. Her energy still high nearly thirty minutes into the presentation. “If we want to one day become CEO’s and Presidents, we must put in all the time and hard work that requires.” She’s so great. She really understands women. It was so nice having someone like that as an ally. I don’t know how I would’ve survived in this industry without her.

“Women in Tech need to learn how to serve. A Woman in Tech serves, not just her community, but the entire world. She thinks not only of what a career in tech can do for her, but what skills she can use to make an impact on others.” I was feeling very dizzy at this point, wondering if I should get up and say something, but not wanting to miss the rest of the presentation. It was probably better if I stayed seated anyway.

“Women in Tech need to satisfy their clients. I know they can sometimes be frustrating but it’s important for you all to learn the skills to satisfy all your clients. As a company, we thrive on our clients for repeat business and their satisfaction is our key priority. Learning to satisfy them is an important part of succeeding as a Woman in Tech.”

“…satisfy… clients,” I mumbled. My whole body felt tingly.

“And Lastly,” Sylvia said, changing to another slide. “Women in Tech must submit. Workplace files, the code you work on, and whatever other kinds of data your bosses may need. A huge part of being a Woman in Tech is learning how to submit these things. Women in Tech must submit.”

People who are religious always talk about submitting to the Lord, to give yourself over completely. I’ve never been religious, but I was fully submitted to the cause, to Women in Tech. I trusted them with every ounce of my body.

I sat in my chair for several minutes after the presentation was over trying to process everything I had just learned. My head was still spinning. Slowly people began trickling out of the conference room. I looked over at Heather and Jen who seemed similarly dazed by the fantastic presentation. It was a lot to take in at once. I was just glad there wouldn’t be a quiz later.

We got up and made our way over to the elevators, not saying a word to each other. I looked over in their direction as we rode the elevator up to our floor. They were both clearly deep in thought.

“Women in Tech need to do anything they can to climb the corporate ladder,” I said out loud, still struggling to process everything. They both nodded.

“Yes,” Jen replied. “Women in Tech need to learn how to serve,” I nodded my head in agreement, it just made so much sense.

“Women in Tech need to satisfy their clients.” Heather said with a slight giggle.

“Women in Tech must submit,” I thoughtlessly repeated.

“Women in Tech must submit,” they both agreed.

The door to the elevator opened on our floor and we each went separately to our rooms. I opened the door and went inside.

I undressed into just my underwear and laid down in bed staring up at the ceiling. The lessons we had learned endlessly repeated in my mind, one after another. It all made so much sense, like some absolute truth I’d always known but just now realized.

I was feeling so incredibly turned on. My fingers slid down my body as I rubbed them against my sensitive clit. I stripped out of my underwear and stuck two fingers into my moist pussy. I started fingering myself while my other hand absentmindedly massaged my breast. I moaned in pleasure. If only Mark was here, I needed him to fill me up. I fantasized about my co-workers slapping my ass, how good it felt. I came twice over the next few minutes.

After, I laid in bed, sprawled out and panting. That was amazing, I thought to myself. Feels incredible.

The sudden ringing of my phone interrupted my relaxation. I reached over to the nightstand and looked at the screen. It was Sylvia.

“Gaby, sweetheart.” Sylvia greeted. A ping of pleasure.

“Hi! You did so great today with your presentation. Everyone loved it!”

“Thank you. Glad you enjoyed it. Are you busy? There’s something I need you to do.”

“What is it?” I asked.

“We have a few potential clients here with us at the resort. These are extremely important people, they’re considering investing. Go down and entertain them, show them a good time. I’m sure they’ll love you.”

potential clients, the words rang out in my head. Women in Tech need to satisfy their clients, I thought to myself.

“Yes ma’am.” I replied.

“Good. Meet them down at the Spa in thirty minutes. Their meeting should be done by then.”

I hung up the phone and went over to the bathroom, touching up my make-up once again. I needed to look my best. I went through my luggage and found the bikini I had packed. Women in Tech need to show off their body. I looked down at the thin fabric in my hand. I’d never actually worn a bikini before. The few times I’d gone swimming I’d usually wear a beach skirt, or occasionally a one piece, whatever I could do to at least attempt to disguise my abundant curves.

I used to love swimming when I was young, before my breasts grew in. After that, the discomfort I felt from the constant stares and ogling meant beaches and pools weren’t my favorite places to go.

I felt a bit of regret that I let other people’s opinions affect my enjoyment for so long. But not anymore. Besides, everyone knew they were there anyways. There was no point in hiding them.

I changed into the bikini. There was a large mirror on the wall. I stared into the reflection at the sexy young woman looking back at me. Women in Tech need to look their best. I blew a kiss to myself. I grabbed the white robe hanging up in my room, put it on, and headed out.

I made my way down to the spa and checked in with the receptionist.

“Hi, I’m supposed to meet some people here. I’m with the Women in Tech conference.”

“Right this way.”

The receptionist led me to one of the private rooms with a large modern hot tub. It was shaped like a square with wood paneling on the sides.

“Make yourself comfortable. There are drinks over in the minifridge, towels on that rack over there, and if you need anything else just press the green call button on the side of the tub.”

I took my robe off and dipped my legs in. The water was hot and bubbling. I slowly continued until my body was half submerged.

“This feels amazing,” I thought to myself. “It’s been so long since I’ve been in a hot tub.”

I closed my eyes and started to relax. I felt like I could just fall asleep right then and there.

“Hey, sweetheart. You must be Gaby.”

I opened my eyes. Three middle-aged men in white robes walked into the room.

“That’s me,” I said, smiling.

“Mind if we join you?” One of the other men asked.

“Of course! Please, come in. The water’s great!”

The men took their robe’s off and hung them up on the wall. They were wearing swimming trunks underneath. They made their way into the large hot tub.

I could tell all the men were staring at my tits, they weren’t even trying to hide it.

“You’re even better looking in person,” one of the men said.

“Oh—thank you,” I said, slightly blushing. “Are you enjoying your stay here?” I asked, trying my best to be hospitable.

“We are now.” They all laughed.

“Are they real?” the bald man asked, pointing directly at my chest.

“Oh, I- uh, yes... they’re real.” I said tripping up on my words. I was feeling nervous, trying to make my best impression.

“All natural. Just the way I like it,” said the man with glasses. They laughed again.

“So, sweetheart, tell us about yourself.” The handsome man said. Another surge of pleasure. A soft moan escaped my lips. The men exchanged looks.

“Well… I’m originally from Texas and—”

“Everything’s bigger in Texas!” the bald man interrupted.

“Don’t mind him, please continue, sweetheart.” Again, this time stronger. Women in Tech appreciate pet names. I was already feeling very aroused.

“Mmm, I…” I was a bit spacy from being turned on. Combined with how lightheaded I’d been feeling earlier that day, my mind felt like mush. It was hard to think.

One of the resort staff walked in the room with a bottle of champagne and glasses.

“About time,” the bald man said. He started pouring the champagne. I grabbed my phone from the side and looked at it. I had a few missed texts from Mark. I responded: “having a great time,” with a kissy heart emoji.

He handed a glass to each of us and put the bottle on the table.

The men held their glasses up. “Cheers,” they said before clinking the glasses together and taking a sip.

“To a successful business venture,” the handsome man said.

“To you, toots,” the man with glasses said looking at me.

“To the girl with the huge tits,” the bald man added. We all laughed.

The men started discussing business, something to do with the meeting they just had. My phone buzzed again. Another message from Mark: “selfie?”

I missed Mark, even though I was glad to have this weekend to myself. I held my phone up, took a quick picture of myself, and sent it to him. I stared at the picture. Damn, I looked hot.

The men continued their business conversations. I was so incredibly turned on by this point. I couldn’t wait to get back up to my room for another round of pleasuring myself. I fantasized about being bent over my boss’s desk, his strong hands slapping against my rear. I couldn’t help but let out an audible moan. My fingers brushed against my hard nipples.

They poured me another glass of champagne. Was I already feeling tipsy? It was hard to tell.

We continued relaxing in the tub. I told them about Vision and the app I was working on. I told them about Women in Tech and how much they’ve helped me over the past few months. They were impressed that not only was I attractive but smart too! I was so happy to see people recognize me for more than just my looks.

After a few more glasses of champagne, the handsome man turned to the others. “Well, should we get going? It’s getting late.”

The man with the glasses shrugged. “I suppose.”

The men all got out of the hot tub and grabbed a towel to dry off. I stepped out and did the same. I could feel them staring at me while I dried off, though I pretended not to notice.

“Gaby, sweetie. You should come up with me to my room. I can show you that watch I was telling you about,” the handsome man said.

A hundred thoughts crossed my mind at once. On one hand, I wanted to make sure the clients were fully satisfied, I didn’t want to risk offending him by saying no. But I wasn’t sure if it would be appropriate for me to go up to another man’s room like this.

“Well…” I contemplated.

“Come with me. It’ll be fun,” he commanded. Against my better judgement, I couldn’t help but put my robe on and follow him up to his room.

“You’ll love this watch, it cost me $50k and only a hundred of them were ever made,” he said, while inside the elevator.

“Oh wow,” I replied, feigning interest. “That’s more than my car.”

We arrived at the top floor, and I followed him down the hallway.

“This is me,” he pointed to the room on the right and opened the door with his key fob.

The room was gigantic, it was a presidential suite. And I thought my room was nice.

“Wait here, sweetheart.” Another wave of pleasure. “Let me just grab the watch, I put it in the safe,” he said walking around the corner.

“Ok,” I replied, looking around. This guy must be important to get a room like this.

Moments later, the client walked back over. “Oh!” I exclaimed. He had taken off his bathing trunks and was now fully nude.

“So, where were we, sweetheart.” He said, walking over to me.

“I-I- I have—I have… that one guy…” I stammered. I looked down at his already hard cock and subconsciously licked my lips.

“Come on, sweetheart. They said you would show us a good time,”

Women in Tech need to satisfy their clients.

“Oh god,” I moaned. I was so wet. I couldn’t take my eyes of his cock. I needed it.

He gently placed his hand on my head and guided me down. I sank to my knees, my face inches away from his member. Forgetting any reservations I had, I licked the tip with my tongue.

“Take it off,” he commanded.

I slipped the robe off and tossed it aside, my eyes still fixed on his cock.

I grabbed it with one hand and gently wrapped my lips around it. I felt his hands undoing the strap of my bikini top. My heavy tits fell out as he took the top off and threw it. By now, my only thoughts were on pleasuring the man in front of me, sucking his big cock, making sure he was fully satisfied.

I moved my mouth up and down his hard shaft while simultaneously stroking. He continued fondling my tits. I moaned in pleasure; they were so fucking sensitive. The touch of his hands on my tits sent waves of pleasure down my body. The intense arousal I felt only further fueled my passion to give the best blowjob possible.

“Oh god, I’m gonna cum,” he groaned. He filled my mouth with his warm seed. I stood up and walked over to the trash to spit out his semen.

“How was that?” I asked, seeking his approval. “Babydoll, you’re amazing,” he said, attempting to regain his composure. I giggled and smiled, proud of a job well done.

Afterwards, I made my way back to my room and fingered myself in bed. What had I just done? I couldn’t believe it, I’d never even considered cheating on Mark before, and there I was blowing another guy. Why did I do that? It was so wrong, so… bad, so.... incredibly fucking hot. I came twice fantasizing about what I had just done. I deserved to be punished, I’d been such a naughty girl. I fell asleep shortly after, my dreams filled with all kinds of erotic images.

When I woke up, my pussy was already dripping wet. It wasn’t often that I had sex dreams, especially ones so vivid and lifelike. I laid in bed staring up at the ceiling, a big smile plastered on my face. What had gotten into me lately, I thought. I was so horny all the time.

It wasn’t cheating, I had decided. I was just making sure the client was satisfied, that’s all. Mark would understand.

I looked at the itinerary for the day. I still had thirty minutes before we had to meet up for group activities. Enough time to finger myself again, I thought, reaching down my waist. I moaned loudly as I quickly came again.

Afterwards, I got ready and did my make-up. Women in Tech need to look their best. I put on a short skirt, and a low-cut top.

Women in Tech need to show off their body. I looked fantastic.

I made my way down to the lobby. Sylvia was standing over in the corner with a group of five other women.

“Gaby, you’ve made it,” Sylvia said as I walked up.

“Sorry, I’m late.” I replied.

“No bother,” Sylvia said, “I just finished explaining things. As I was telling the other women, today we’re doing some smaller group activities, getting to know some of your peers. Most of these girls here are new. I want you to show them the ropes. Some of them have the exact same problems you had when you first started. I want you to teach them some of the strategies you used to become an important part of your company.”

“Of course, ma’am. I’d love to,” I turned to the other women, my fellow programmers in the tech world. Us women must stick together.

“Nice, to meet you all. My name’s Gaby. I’ve been with the organization for a few months now and I absolutely love it. It’s so great. I think you’ll all find it super useful.”

The rest of them introduced themselves. They were all a bit shy and modestly dressed. They reminded me of myself, or at least of how I used to be, back before I was using all my assets. When I was still uncomfortable in my body.

We made our way over to the restaurant to get breakfast.

The waiter showed us to a table and handed us each a menu. We sat silently looking through it.

“Hi, uh, Gabrielle? Can I just say I’m a really big fan of your work,” one of the girls said, breaking the silence. “My name’s Sophia, it’s so great to meet you. I downloaded one of your projects on GitHub, your encryption app, it’s really quite brilliant. That’s actually how I found Women in Tech, through your bio. I never thought I’d get to meet you in person.”

“Wow, thank you,” I said. I felt so honored.

“You’re a programmer?” One of the other girls asked. “You look more like a secretary.”

“Or a stripper,” another girl remarked. “Do you even know how to code?”

This is exactly why I used to hide my body for so long. It’s bad enough when men just assume that you’re dumb because of the size of your chest, but when women do it, it’s somehow even worse.

“What’s wrong with how I look?” I asked. “You don’t think a woman can be smart just cos she has big tits? Seems a bit sexist.”

“It’s not that…” the girl added. “I just… want to be appreciated for my skills, not how I look.”

“Why not both?” I asked. “Women in Tech should use every asset they have available. There’s no use hiding your tits, everyone knows they’re there.” I let the idea sit for a moment.

“I mean… I guess, yeah… but still.”

“I have a problem,” one of the girls quietly spoke up. “The guys at my work are super rude, they’re always calling me names, like darling or honey.”

“What’s wrong with that? Women in Tech should appreciate pet names. It means they’re being embraced by the team.”

The girl’s eyes widened. “I never really thought of it like that.”

“Women in Tech should be team players,” Sophia added.

“Women in Tech should be team players,” another one of the girls agreed.

“Yes, exactly.” I said smiling.

After lunch, we made our way over to the next location. It was a room filled with computers. Sylvia was over in the corner of the room setting things up.

“Welcome back. How was breakfast?”

“Great,” I said.

“Since the six of you are some of our most talented programmers, your goal is to work together to design a piece of software. For this to work, you’re going to have to all work as a team, so get comfortable, get to know each other, and most importantly have fun.”

“What kind of program?” asked Sophia.

“I want you all to design a program that automatically finds programmers and other women in the tech industry from all around the country, and links them up with their social media, with the ability to send out an automated message to them based on whatever sets of criteria we choose. Do you think you’ll be able to make it work?” Sylvia asked, looking at me.

This was going to be quite the challenge. I’d participated in similar sorts of competitions in school, 24-hour coding marathons, but this would be a very ambitious project to attempt, especially in such a short amount of time.

“Of course, ma’am. We won’t let you down.”

“I’m sure you won’t. Good luck everyone.” Sylvia left the room and we each jumped on one of the computers.

I started designating tasks to each of the girls, leaving the bulk of the hardest parts of the coding to myself.

“Any questions, just let me know,” I told them. “Otherwise, let’s get to work.”

We spent the next several hours working on our various parts of the project. Nicole, the sassy girl who had called me a stripper earlier, walked up to me. “Hey, uh, Gaby?” she asked.

“Yes, sweetie?” I replied. She briefly shivered. “I need your help with something. My code isn’t working and I’m not sure why.”

“Let’s take a look at it.”

I walked over and leaned over her shoulder, looking at her monitor over her mountains of code.

“This is actually pretty impressive,” I remarked. After several moments I discovered the issue. “Well, here’s your problem,” I said. “This line doesn’t lead anywhere. That’s why you’re not getting any results.”

“Ah, I think I see it,” she said. “So, if I do this,” she started typing on the keyboard, changing the code. “That should work?”

“Let’s see, try running it,” I said.

Nicole looked up at me. “Uh, Gaby?”

“Yes, sweetie?” She shivered again. After a moment, she motioned down to my chest. My nipple had popped out of my shirt.

“Whoops,” I giggled, adjusting it. She rolled her eyes.

We made great progress over the next several hours. We were chatting, getting to know each other. Even Nicole, the standoffish girl, was starting to open up. She quickly learned she had a lot more in common with me than she initially realized. We were all working together wonderfully.

I looked at the clock. It was nearly 8pm. “Wow, can’t believe how late it is already. Should we grab dinner?” I asked.

“I’m starving,” said Rebecca.

“Me too,” Nicole added.

We made our way over to the dining area; we passed Heather and her group in the process. They were just finishing up a scavenger hunt. “Ooh, how fun!” I exclaimed. Seemed a lot simpler than our task.

We took our seats and ordered dinner with a few glasses of wine. The girls discussed parts of the project and things they could do to make it run better after they got back.

“Relax,” I said. “We’ll have the rest of the night to finish working on it. Just take an hour off and give your minds a break, you’ve all been working super hard.”

“What’s it like working at Vision?” Wendy asked.

“It’s amazing,” I gushed. “The people there are all so great, super supportive and welcoming. I love it. I couldn’t imagine working anywhere else.”

“I’m so jealous,” Nicole said. “I’d love to work at a company like that. I’m at this small start-up and it’s awful. The guys there are such dicks, I hate it.”

“Women in Tech should be respectful,” I replied. “Without giving respect, how do we expect to be respected in return?” I looked over at the girls. I could tell they were really contemplating what I’d just said.

“Sorry to interrupt,” a voice said. The handsome client from last night walked up to the table. “Hey, sexy,” he said looking directly at me. I twitched with pleasure. “Hi,” I meekly replied.

“I had a lot of fun last night,” he said brazenly.

“Yeah…” I said blushing.

“You should come up to my room tonight.”

“I wish I could, sir,” I breathily cooed. “But we’re working on this project.” Women in Tech should satisfy their clients. “… But maybe, after?”

“See you then,” he said, brushing his hand under my chin and walking away.

“Was that your boyfriend?” Rebecca asked after a few moments of silence.

“No, just a… client,” I replied.

“Oh…” Nicole quietly muttered. I could see the respect I had earned over the course of the day slowly drain from her face. She had the same judgmental look as before.

“He’s cute,” Molly said, breaking the silence.

Over the course of dinner, we drifted back to the topic of computers and programming, a subject we were all very passionate about. It was so nice meeting other women who rivaled (and maybe even surpassed, I hated to admit) my own skills in programming.

I know it’s not humble to say, but I’ve always been one of the best in every group I was in. Whether in school, work, I was always used to being at the top. To be talking with such a talented group of not just programmers, but women programmers, was very fulfilling. There was something about working with the best that brought out the best in yourself.

After dinner, we made our way back and continued working on the project. While we’d made a great deal of progress, we still had a lot left to do. However, things were coming together very nicely. Several more hours passed.

I looked at the clock. It was half past eleven. “I’m getting really tired,” I lied. “Maybe we should just finish tomorrow.”

“I’m gonna keep working for a bit longer,” Nicole replied. “I’m on a roll right now.” She looked over at me. “You should get some rest though.”

Me, Molly, and Wendy decided to leave and head to bed, while Nicole, Sophia, and Rebecca decided to stay and continue working for a bit longer.

“Don’t work too hard,” I said while leaving.

“Women in Tech are hard workers,” Nicole replied. I nodded in agreement.

I made my way up to my room, and contemplated what I should do. Part of me knew I should just lay down and go to sleep. I could even try calling Mark, maybe have some phone sex. It was what I knew I should do.

But the client had asked to see me. Women in Tech need to satisfy their clients. And I’d told him that I would, after I was done. Women in Tech should be respectful.

Women in Tech need to look their best.

Before I knew it, I had touched up my make-up and changed into the lingerie I had packed. Women in Tech should use every asset they have available.

I knocked on his door and waited. “Hey, sweetheart, I was wondering when you’d get here,” he said, as he opened the door. Every inch of me itched with arousal. I was so turned on.

He placed his hand on my ass and guided me in.

“Show me what you’re wearing under that robe,” he ordered, and I couldn’t help but moan. Women in Tech love to obey.

God, I loved it. It felt so good to obey.

I slowly slipped out of my robe, revealing the sexy black lingerie underneath. His jaw dropped at the sight of me, and a thrill ran through my body. I knew what he wanted. I wanted it too.

I bit my lip. I wanted it so bad.

I dropped down to my knees, my face inches away from the bulge in his underwear. I slid them off, revealing his hard cock. I was unable to look away, my eyes fixated. I began stroking his member, licking the tip with my tongue. I wrapped my lips around it and began moving my head back and forth.

“I got a better idea,” he said after a minute, gesturing for me to standup. He ran his hands up my body. “Take it off,” he whispered in my ear. I felt the strong compulsion to do what I was told and slowly began stripping out of the lingerie. He lustfully stared as I undressed. His eyes scanned up and down my naked body.

“Get on the bed,” he commanded. I paused for a moment. I knew that I shouldn’t. I loved Mark. I was in love with Mark. He was my boyfriend, and I’d never even considered cheating on him. Why would I? He was everything I wanted.

“Now,” the client demanded, and before I knew what I was doing, I fell back onto the large bed and spread out. He laid on top of me and started fondling my body, paying particular attention to my sensitive tits.

This isn’t cheating, I told myself. Women in Tech need to satisfy their clients. Women in Tech need to use every asset they have available.

Women in Tech are here to serve.

The blowjob I’d gave him hadn’t been cheating. I was just… doing all I could for the company. I was just using the assets I’d been given. And this wasn’t any different. Mark would understand. Mark would… Mark would…

“Oh god,” I moaned in pleasure. “I…oh, wow!” I exclaimed as his hard cock brushed against my wet pussy. Fuck, I was so turned on. I needed it so bad. I needed his big cock inside me.

“I need you,” I whispered in his ear. “So bad.”

He smiled at me and slowly slid his cock inside me, filling me up. He started pumping back and forth. “Oh yeah!” I screamed. “Give it to me! Oh fuck yeah!”

We switched positions multiple times. Doggy style, cowgirl, my legs on his shoulders. We fucked on the bed, we fucked on the floor, we fucked against the wall. My tits were bouncing up and down as he pounded his cock inside me.

“I’m gonna cum,” he exclaimed. I slid his cock out and dropped to my knees, finishing him off with my mouth. I could taste my own juices covering his cock. It turned me on even more. He finally came, his warm seed filling my mouth. I seductively smiled up at him. I walked over to the bathroom, spit it out in the sink and rinsed my mouth.

I walked back out to see client sprawled out on the bed. He was out of breath and panting. I sat next to him. He placed a hand on my thigh.

“That was incredible, sugartits,” he said. “You’re so fucking hot.”

I giggled, a wave of pleasure passing through me at the affectionate nickname.

“Glad you think so.”

He reached over and grabbed his wallet, pulling out a wad of hundreds and handing them to me.

“What’s this?” I asked, confused.

“For you,” he said.

My heart sank. Oh god… he must think I’m some kind of prostitute. I couldn’t believe it. My head was spinning.

After, he told me he had some early meetings and needed to get some rest. I took the hint and went back to my room. What did I do? I was only supposed to give him a blowjob, to satisfy the client. Not fuck him. Even if it was so fucking hot… I shivered with pleasure just thinking about it.

What was I going to tell Mark? And to make things worse the client thought I was a working girl. It was hard to worry about all that right now. I was super exhausted from what we’d done. The clock told me it was almost four—I’d fucked the client for hours. Hours.

And I never even learned his name.

Refusing to think about it any further, I laid down in bed and passed out, getting incredibly deep sleep.

I woke up feeling super refreshed the next morning. I tried not to focus on what happened last night. It’s fine, I assured myself. It was just a one-time thing. I grabbed a muffin from the breakfast table and made my way to the room we were working in yesterday. To my surprise, three of the girls were already in there working on the project.

“Don’t tell me you’ve been in here all night,” I said.

“No, I went to bed… at 3am,” Nicole said.

“You were here until 3?” Sophia asked. “You told me you were just finishing up that last bit of code.”

“I guess I got a little carried away.”

I looked at her monitor, amazed at all the progress she’d made.

“I integrated your code regarding the cloud-based search queries,” Nicole said to me.

“And?” I asked anxiously. “Does it work?”

“Almost,” she replied. “There’s still a few little kinks I need to work out but we’re nearly there.”

I sat down at the computer and pulled up all the finished work so far and started parsing through it. The other two girls showed up shortly after and began working.

Several hours later, Sylvia entered the room.

“Afternoon, ladies. How’s everything?” she asked with a bright smile.

“Very good, ma’am,” Sophia responded.

“Come look at this,” I said gesturing over to my monitor. I pulled up the program. “You just type what you’re looking for into these boxes. Let’s say, female programmers, living in Seattle, that are under 6 feet, with brown hair,” I said while typing it all out. “And, voila!” I pressed the enter button.

The program began compiling a list. Names popped up on the screen, accompanied by a small picture to the right of them.

“You can go through it,” I said, scrolling down the list. “And if you see someone you want to get more information on, you just click their name, and it opens up this page.”

I clicked on one of the women: Briana Yu. A page with all her information popped up on the screen. There were a bunch of pictures from over the years as well.

“Here you’ll find her social media pages, her LinkedIn, her Amazon Wishlist, among other things. Basically, anything public we could scrape from the internet. Our algorithm collects it all together.”

“This is incredible,” Sylvia said in amazement. She seemed to be impressed with the results.

“It can still be improved,” I told her. “Especially the interface, but it’s a start.”

“It’s even better than I expected. Thank you, Gaby.”

I looked over at the others. “I couldn’t have done it without them,” I replied.

“Thank you, girls,” Sylvia said to the group. “That’s all for now. Check your itineraries to see when each of your next activities are. Gaby, can you come with me for a moment?”

“Of course, ma’am.” I turned to the other women. “It was nice meeting you all,” I said, giving them each a big hug goodbye and then followed Sylvia outside.

“Excellent work, Gaby” Sylvia said. “Mr. Parson will be very pleased with the results.” I tried to contain my happiness.

“Thanks, but I meant it when I said I couldn’t have done it without them.”

“Yes, but you were able to lead them. I see a bright future ahead for you.”

I was thrilled to hear this.

“Thank you!” I exclaimed. “I’m so happy you think so.” I immediately thought of the promotion, the one I was passed over for in Texas, that I should have gotten.

“I must get going, but I’ll see you soon,” Sylvia said, walking down the hallway.

I went back up to my room, jumping up and down in excitement. It had always been my goal to climb the corporate ladder and praise from someone as important as Sylvia meant a lot to me. I closed my eyes and imagined Flynn Parson’s reaction when he saw it.

“Excellent work, Gaby,” I fantasized him saying. His big brown eyes staring directly into mine. “Thank you, sir.” I imagined myself replying.

My hands made their way down to my already wet pussy.

“I have special reward just for you,” he said pulling his big cock out. “Oh, thank you, sir. It’s just what I wanted,” I said, dropping down to my knees and licking the tip of it.

“You know, Gaby, you’ve always been my favorite,” I fantasized him saying.

“Really?” I said excitedly, wrapping my lips around his hard cock.

“You’re my good girl, aren’t you?”

“I wanna be your good girl, so bad,” I mumbled looking up at him.

I imagined him taking his cock out of my mouth, pushing me down against the floor and slowly sliding it between my tits, sliding back and forth. The feeling was incredible. I came instantly.

Opening my eyes, I realized I was still in my room, my fingers covered in my wet juices.

“Oh god,” I moaned. It felt so real. I’d been having so many vivid sexual fantasies lately.

The rest of the weekend went by quickly. A seminar on how to promote yourself online (Women in Tech need all the promotion they can get). Another training exercise, I felt like I’d learned so much. I couldn’t wait to get back and apply all my new knowledge at work.

I felt like a whole new woman, one who could do anything.

On Monday afternoon, a few large busses came to take us home. I got on one of them and headed back home. I sat next to Jen, exchanging stories from over the weekend. It’d been such a life-changing experience for both of us.

I tried not think too much about what I’d done. It wasn’t cheating, I was just doing my job.

It wasn’t cheating.

I couldn’t wait for Mark to see the new me.