It’s been a rough couple of days of just sitting at her desk editing. She needed release.
The drawer to her right had a small but varied array of sapphic and sensual scenarios for her to experience.
One in particular: her favorite, had her in the position of a doll being told what to do by the behavioral program in her neural link. Taking orders from a newcomer to the brothel; a girl in her early twenties with black teased hair, tight punk clothing, and amazing tits.
Though she would never admit it, this editor LOVED being told what to do.
She strapped on the wreath and let the scenario play before her eyes as the girl commanded:
On your knees Jude~
She spoke with such a commanding honey to her voice, that following orders was intoxicating. She held her chin up with a smile on her face.
Now lean forward~
She did as she was told as the warmth between the girl’s legs came ever so closer to her face. Her tongue lolled out, ready to please her.
God this scenario is always the best: finally not having to think for yourself for ten to twenty minutes, as a beautiful girl did the thinking for you; commanding the behavioral chip in your head to act on pure instinct alone. Not just editing for pay.
Both were starting to feel the climax of the scenario rise as the girl tightened her grip on the head between her legs.
Oh fuck Jude!~ You’re such a good slut for me~