Stable Employment Pt. 02 - Final - Sex Stories

Stable Employment Pt. 02 - Final

... me out of my own head. It lets me focus on how dumb his interests are. Maybe, just a little bit, it encourages me to have some perspective.

"And here we are," I say, "stuck with each other in this one. A fuckin' man and a broken dickgirl."

"'A-fuckin'-man' to that, sister."

"You're awful."

"I know."

He lets me get myself together a little -- at least superficially. We both know this is a chronic issue. What was that he said during that stupid rant of his? 'The acute made permanent through sheer brute force?' Close enough. I have to admit, he was onto something. The boundless love I get from his girls has been fighting one hell of a good fight.

"I like you, Corin," he says. "I feel like I don't tell you that enough."

I force myself to chuckle through the last of my tears. "You tell me that a truly inappropriate number of times."

"So, we have a problem."

That, more than anything else, snaps me the fuck out of it. It's strange that I don't feel nervous or scared. Instead, I'm curious. It's like 'we' is actually 'we.' It's like I'm invested. It's like I'm his employee, and I actually want to hear what the problem is and maybe help fix it. That's so normal that it's downright fucked up.

"It's about... well, it's not about Penny -- excuse me, 'Pippi' --per se, but in a roundabout way..."

"Is there any other with you, John?"

He raises his hands. "Got me again." He brings them together on his lap. "See, the problem is, word's gotten around about ...

... you. You're a butt fucker, and apparently a very capable one. Pippi's been meowing your praises, and I'm beginning to grow concerned that your next wave of performance reviews is going to be unduly tainted by the rising hope that any one of my girls could be your next special girl. Clearly they don't want you to be denied one for the upcoming cycle, then. Clearly, there's a corrupt incentive to claim that you're the best dickgirl money and science can buy. If they got you fired, then even the best-case scenario would be waiting a whole extra month for a new spare sodomy stick."

"Huh. That is... interesting." I have no idea how to feel about it, in fact.

"These are the kinds of things bosses have to deal with," he says. "Management is a real discipline. Lots of game theory. So: I have a thought."

"Just one?"

He smiles. "A cluster of them, let's say. My first thought is, this whole experiment of mine is working out great for me, and for my girls. I was worried I'd be jealous, especially about Pippi, but... nope. It turns out that the cock is not the thing. It's the man attached to it. You're a girl, not a man, so it ain't no thing."

"Ugh, don't do that."

"Yeah, I heard it as soon as I said it. It's not me. Note taken. Anyway, add our little cum solution to the mix, and it's pretty much perfect. It's not 'let you butt fuck all the girls all the time' perfect, but it's solid. Setting aside the risk of self-interested survey sabotage, the girls do seem very happy, ...