Stable Employment Pt. 02 - Final - Sex Stories

Stable Employment Pt. 02 - Final

... and figure out where you're taking me?"

"No."

Fuck, she's good. She's also hot -- like, seriously fucking hot. It's hardly even worth mentioning, which should give you an idea of just how hot she is, because I'm mentioning it anyway. Because I'm not actually a complete dumbass, I'm starting to get a sense of this mystery man's preferences and proclivities. He likes sharp tongues and dark humor. He likes intelligence and education. If Ms. Ultra Serious and her helpers from last week were any indication, he's also got some physical preferences. It might be too soon to tell on that, though. These assholes keep an awful lot of girls, after all -- both on their compounds and off.

... Okay, fuck. I'm actually starting to put something together. I think this guy likes girls... like me?

Ms. Ultra Serious sees something on my face. Her lip twitches again. I pretend not to notice that she noticed.

"You don't like me," I say.

"Oh?" she answers immediately. "What ever gave you that impression?"

I smile and shake my head. "No. That's the gimmick. You were making sure I didn't need to like someone to fuck them. You didn't want to go too far into hate fucking either, though. Blank slate. Just plain fucking -- fucking to fuck, fucking because it's the job."

Ms. Ultra Serious sighs; it sounds like she's relieved, but also a little disappointed.

"We never get it quite right," she says. "Even with the best investigators, terabytes of data, and the best AI on the ...

... market, it's never a sure thing that we'll be able to blank it out entirely. How close were we, though, if you don't mind me asking?"

"Uh... close? The second girl pissed me off a little."

"Why, though?"

Ms. Ultra Serious isn't Ms. Ultra Serious anymore. She's different. I don't want to say she's a completely different person, but, wow. All of a sudden, I'm not motivated to answer correctly out of spite, or to be a snarky bitch. A halfway clever thought occurs: I'm being interviewed again, already. That makes me remember that I'd promised Jack that I'd try. I think for a minute before speaking.

"Just because," I say. "Because it made it really obvious that it was some kind of a test or challenge, even though I already knew that, and I just... I guess I wanted to rise to meet it." A thought echoes, rather than occurs. "Out of spite."

"Thank you for that," she says warmly. "I appreciate your honesty. I know it seems a small thing, but it's going to be very helpful in myriad ways."

"You're welcome, I guess?"

She smiles, and it spins me right the fuck out. She really is a different person, and this new person has an amazing smile. I never realized how full her lips were. Her teeth are perfect, of course. She's got a tiny hint of those canines. It makes her look younger. Five minutes ago, her clothes seemed like abona fide uniform. Now they strike me as a sexy costume -- a hot young girl aging herself up for some library or office role play.

"I really like you, ...