Work had been crazy lately, but my new outfits were a huge hit. Everyone loved them, and I loved the way they made me feel. Meanwhile, at the social mixers, I was learning all kinds of incredible new advice.

Women in Tech are here to serve.

All programmers are here to serve some kind of role. We’re here in service of the tech companies we work for. What good is our programming skills if it’s not put to good use. To provide a service to the clients. Ultimately, we’re here to serve. It’s what we do.

Women in Tech need to show off their body.

There’s no use hiding my tits. Everyone knows they’re there. I’d always thought were a liability. Like no one would take me seriously with them. Turns out they’re an asset, a really big one (well, two really big ones!) It’s important for women in tech to look good. Turns out showing off my body was the key to getting everyone to finally like me! To be a team player. Looking back, I wish I would’ve realized this a long time ago. All those years I stupidly tried hiding my breasts. I don’t know why, everyone loves them! They’re my best feature! How many women have the privilege of sporting big natural H-cups.

Women in Tech appreciate pet names. It means they’re being embraced by the team.

At first, I used to brush the nicknames off as harmless fun, but I never appreciated them. Then I finally realized how important they actually were. Suddenly, hearing those playful nicknames became a massive turn on. All it took was a few pet names and I’d be rushing off to pleasure myself in the bathroom, or my car, or anywhere really.

It was a lot to process but it felt like a big step forward. I couldn’t help but feel grateful for the warmth and acceptance I felt from my coworkers. Plus once they noticed the effect the nicknames had on me, they started using them all the time. They loved teasing me and watching the look on my face when my arousal started growing.

The final piece of advice was the most important, told directly to me by Flynn Parson himself.

Women in Tech love to obey.

He just kind of casually threw it out there one night, like it was no big deal. But the moment I heard those words, everything changed. I’d always been someone who thrived on being given directions and nailing them. Part of having a job is doing what you’re told. Maybe one day I could rise up the ranks and become an important executive, but until then? I had to obey.

Besides, there was a special satisfaction in knowing I had a role to play and making sure I did it perfectly. It’s part of what made me such a great programmer. When you’re talented, you’re always itching for someone to give you directions so you can focus on your job.

After that, everything just clicked into place. Every time an order came my way, I couldn’t help but feel this intense urge, like it was the most important thing in the world. Like nothing else mattered. And you know what? It felt amazing.

Until then, I never realized just how much I loved to obey.

“I want to come to one of these mixers,” my boyfriend said.

I was taken aback. “But sir. They’re only for women...”

“Work out which event you can take me to, Gaby. That’s an order.”

“…yes, sir.”

Once my boyfriend realized how much Women in Tech love to obey, he’d been using it against me. Not that I minded. I loved the rush of arousal I felt from being given an order, no matter who it was from.

Women in Tech love to obey.

A shiver of pleasure ran down my spine. Deep down, I knew there was no escaping it—I had to obey.

Still, I wasn’t sure why Mark insisted on coming. I knew he wanted to be more involved in my work life, but these events were meant for women. I was worried that bringing him along would mess up the safe space we’d created, but when I talked to Sylvia about it, she told me it was fine.

She suggested a night that would be appropriate to bring him to.

Later that week, we arrived at the mixer. I opted for a more modest look compared to my usual work attire, a knee-length skirt and one of my old tops. It was embarrassing that Mark was the only guy there. After a quick goodbye kiss, I made my way around the room to socialize, gossiping with the others.

After a while, I looked across the room. Mark was talking with a group of women. They were all openly flirting with him—touching his arm and laughing loudly. I couldn’t help but feel jealous.

“What’d you think, sir?” I asked when we got back home.

“I had a good time.”

“I saw you chatting with some of the women.”

“Jealous?” Mark grinned.

“Competitive,” I whispered, reaching for his already hard cock.

“Women in Tech should be competitive,” Mark said.

“Women in Tech should be competitive,” I agreed.

“Women in Tech need to look their best,” Mark added.

“Mm-hmm.”

Of course they do.

I glanced down at my clothes. A long skirt and one of the unflattering tops I’d bought when I first started working at Vision. Back when I naively thought I could hide my chest. Before I was using all my assets. I certainly wasn’t looking my best.

“Be right back, sir.”

Women in Tech need to show off their body.

I slipped into the bedroom to change into something sexier. Moments later, I emerged wearing one of the new outfits I’d sported at work that week: a tight red skirt, and a thin strapped top. He wasted no time sliding his hand under my skirt.

“Hey, toots.”

A shiver of arousal. I started grinding my ass against his crotch, pleading for him to fuck me.

He pulled my skirt down and whispered: “Women in Tech need to be disciplined.”

The room began to spin. I’d never heard that before…

“W-women in Tech…”

“Women in Tech need to be disciplined,” he repeated. “How do we learn without being punished?”

“Women in Tech need to be disciplined,” I mumbled.

Yes, of course! It hit me like a ton of bricks. Mark can be so smart sometimes. Women in Tech need discipline. It’s how we learn and grow. We have to be held accountable for our mistakes.

Women in Tech need to be disciplined.

He ran his hand across my ass. I twitched with pleasure. My pussy was dripping wet.

“Are you ready to be punished?”

“Yes, sir,” I moaned. I wasn’t sure what I did wrong, but it wasn’t my place to question him—only to accept my punishment.

“I need to be disciplined. I deserve to be punished. I need it.”

THWACK. THWACK. THWACK.

Each spanking sent a rush of endorphins through my brain. I’d always imagined myself as a strong, independent woman—an empowered feminist. But each spanking reminded me more and more than I was just a silly little girl. Too dumb to make decisions on my own. Only good for showing off my big tits. Needing a big strong man to think for me. To discipline me. To please. To serve. To obey.

By the end of the night, my butt was so sore I had to sleep on my stomach.

The punishment continued at work once my coworkers discovered my need for discipline. It seemed like every little mistake I made (and lately there were plenty) were met with spankings.

It started with my boss. He called me into his office one day to point out a clerical error on some forms.

I begged him to punish me for messing up.

“Please, sir. I’ve been a bad girl. Women in Tech need to be disciplined,” I pleaded in my sexiest voice. “Discipline me, sir. I need you to teach me.”

A look of confusion crossed his face as he raised a hand to his forehead, squinting down at me. "Women in tech need to be disciplined…" he repeated.

Then suddenly, he understood, and without hesitation he bent me over his desk, pulled down my pants, and proceeded to punish me. I squealed with delight, feeling so turned on.

After that, it was my coworkers. Once word got around the office, any mistakes I made were met with a flurry of spankings.

“Looks like someone’s been a naughty girl,” Michael teased, delivering a strong smack to my rear. A rush of arousal flooded through me, fueled by his firm touch and the satisfaction of knowing I was getting what I deserved—to be bent over and spanked like some silly little girl.

“Thank you, sir!” I gasped, my voice filled with excitement.

After that, I had to sneak off to the bathroom to pleasure myself.

Even the mail boy got in on the fun. Apparently I forgot to put a stamp on a letter and before I knew it, he forcefully bent me over his cart and spanked me in front of everyone. Despite the embarrassment, I couldn’t help but moan each time he struck my rear.

Women in Tech need to be disciplined.

I couldn’t figure out why I kept messing up—it was getting really frustrating. Things I was positive I did correctly would always end up being wrong. And I could’ve sworn I used a stamp. I used to be so smart. What was happening to me?

But it was fine. How else was I supposed to learn?

“Babe. I don’t want you to go,” Mark pleaded.

Sylvia told me about a weekend retreat they were having for Women in Tech. I was super excited. My boyfriend, however, was not.

“Are partners allowed?”

Once again, I reminded him the organization was called Women in Tech—emphasis on Women. I grabbed one of my new bikini’s and put it in my suitcase.

“What do you need that for?” he asked, glaring suspiciously. I gave him a puzzled look in response.

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

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

I could tell he was uncomfortable with the situation. I tried reassuring him. I reminded him yet again that the event was only for women. That there wouldn’t be any men lusting after me. Nothing to worry about.

Mark offered to drop me off. I told him I could just drive myself, but he insisted. Even then, I told him it was fine. But then he ordered me to let him drive. I felt myself getting turned on from 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.

We pulled up to the resort. It was out in the mountains, a few hours away.

“Wow, this place is nice. You sure I can’t come with you?” Mark asked 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 went inside. The lobby was filled with tons of women. Some I recognized and some I didn’t. Sylvia had mentioned that people from their Los Angeles group would be here too. I never even realize they more branches besides the Silicon Valley one.

“Gaby!”

I turned around. It was Heather, wearing a skimpy white dress. She ran over and gave me a big hug.

It was good to see a familiar face. “Glad you made it!”

“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. This retreat must’ve cost them a fortune.

We gossiped about work. Heather told me about the affair she’d been having with one of her bosses.

“Isn’t he married?” I asked.

“Sure, but it’s complicated.”

“I’m not judging. You do you, girl.”

For a brief moment, it made me think of my own boss—bending me over his desk and smacking my ass. How easy it would’ve been to take things further… only if I was single of course.

“Hey ya’ll!” Jen exclaimed.

“Jen!” I said, greeting her with a hug.

“What’re you guys talkin’ about?”

“Heather and her boss.”

“The married one?”

“Yes!” I laughed.

“Ooh, fill me in!” Jen squealed.

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

I looked around. Another dozen women had poured inside over the last few minutes. Across the room I spotted Flynn Parson.

“He’s here,” I whispered.

“Who?”

I gestured toward him, and they both looked over.

“Ooooh,” Heather giggled.

He made his way around the room, greeting the various groups of women.

“How’s Mark?” Jen asked.

I shrugged. “He’s alright, I guess.”

“Still no job?”

“Not yet, no. Besides the dog walking.”

Mark had been using one of our company’s apps to take on any dog walking gigs he could find. It was kind of like DoorDash, but for services. It was embarrassing having to explain to everyone what my boyfriend did for work.

He kept hoping that one of his wealthy tech executive clients would eventually hire him as a programmer, but I kept telling him that it would never happen. Nobody wants to hire the dog walker to work at their big tech startup.

“Welcome!” said a familiar deep voice.

We all turned around. It was Flynn Parson. I instinctively thrust my chest forward and started twirling my hair.

“Gaby, so good to see you,” he said, his gaze sweeping up my body. “Heather, Jen, how are my three favorite ladies doing?”

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

“Things are a bit hectic right now, but your rooms are almost ready. This is your weekend. You’ve earned it.”

He snuck another not-so-subtle glance down at my chest and smiled. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I have some business to attend to. But remember,” he said, staring straight into my eyes. “We’re here to learn but also have a good time. So have fun and keep an open mind. Let loose.”

I headed up to my room with the bellboy following behind, carrying my luggage. I told him I could manage it myself, but he insisted. Probably because he wanted to keep staring at my chest.

The room was amazing—spacious, modern, and luxurious. The view outside was stunning, and I instantly loved it. Mark and I had taken several vacations together, but we had never stayed anywhere as nice as this

I took off my jacket and laid down on the bed. The mattress was one of those fancy, expensive ones—it felt like resting on a cloud. This was just what I needed. Work had been so stressful.

Sitting on the bedside table was an itinerary with my name on it. Thirty minutes until the presentation. So much for relaxing. I went to touch up my makeup.

Downstairs, people were already gathering in the conference room. At the front was a large screen. Rows of chairs were placed throughout. I took a seat near the back.

Sylvia stood at the front. Her blonde hair was tied back into a bun. Suddenly, the room darkened, and the screen lit up. “Welcome. Looks like everybody’s here,” she said, her voice echoing over the speakers.

“First of all, I’d like to thank everybody for taking time out of 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 cheered.

“We appreciate you all so much. Unfortunately, it can’t all just be relaxation and fun, but don’t worry, there’ll be plenty of that. But in addition to having a nice relaxing weekend, we’re here to learn how to be the best employees possible. You’ve all been working so hard, and I’ve personally witnessed so many of you overcome great obstacles, so give yourselves a round of applause.”

The crowd applauded again. The feeling in the air was electric. Sylvia’s natural charisma commanded everybody’s full attention.

An image lit up the large screen behind her: a picture of a group of women standing in front of a large tech campus. The header read: “Women in Tech”.

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

The whole room was completely captivated.

“Women in Tech are resourceful. They use every asset available to get the job done, no matter what. Women in Tech are team players. It’s only as a team that we can really achieve our goals. It’s important to keep the people you work with happy.”

Another slide.

“Women in Tech are respectful. Respect is one of those things that in order to receive, first you must give, and Women in Tech should always give more than they receive.”

This went on for a while. Slide after slide about what it meant to be a woman in tech—their goals and achievements. Most of it was stuff I’d already learned. Like always, I was ahead of the curve.

I was starting to feel a bit lightheaded. The next slide popped up. I glanced over to my right. Heather’s glassy eyes were 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 twenty minutes into the presentation. “If one day we want to become CEO’s and Presidents, we must put in all the hard work that requires.”

“Sylvia’s amazing,” I thought. She really understands women. It was so great having someone like her around. I don’t know how I would’ve ever 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 whole world. She thinks not just what a career in tech can do for her, but what skills she can use to make others happy.”

By now, I was feeling extremely dizzy. Part of me wondered if I should get up and leave, but I couldn’t miss the rest of the presentation. I was completely captivated, hanging on to every word she said.

“Women in Tech need to satisfy their clients. It’s important for all of you to learn the skills needed to satisfy your clients. As a company, we thrive on our clients for repeat business and their satisfaction is our main concern. Learning to satisfy them is one of the most important parts of being a Woman in Tech.”

“…satisfy… clients,” I mumbled. My whole body was tingling.

“And lastly,” Sylvia said, switching to another slide. “Women in Tech must submit. Workplace files, the code you work on, and anything else 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.”

Religious people often speak of submitting to God: surrendering completely—listening and obeying. I've never been religious, but I was fully devoted to the cause. To Women in Tech. To Flynn Parson. I trusted them with every fiber of my being.

After the presentation had finished, I remained in my chair for several minutes, trying to process everything. My head was still spinning. Gradually, people began to trickle out. I glanced over at Heather and Jen, who appeared equally stunned by the incredible presentation. It was a lot to take in all at once.

We got up and made our way over to the elevators, not saying a word to each other. They were both clearly deep in thought.

“Women in Tech need to do anything they can to climb the corporate ladder,” I said, still in a daze. They both nodded.

“Yes,” Jen replied. “Women in Tech need to learn how to serve.”

We both nodded.

“Women in Tech need to satisfy their clients,” Heather giggled.

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

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

The elevator doors opened, and I stepped out, making my way towards my room.

I undressed down to my underwear and laid down in bed, staring up at the ceiling. All of Sylvia’s advice racing through my mind, one after another. It all made so much sense. Like some absolute truth I’d always known but only just realized.

I was so…horny. My fingers slid down between my thighs as I rubbed them against my sensitive clit. I stripped out of my underwear and plunged two fingers into my moist pussy, while my other hand absentmindedly massaged my breast, moaning with pleasure.

If only Mark was here…I needed him to fill me up. I needed it so bad. I fantasized about my coworkers slapping my ass while I fingered myself, remembering how great it felt. So much so, that I came twice over the next several minutes. Afterwards, I laid in bed, sprawled out and panting. It was incredible…

I was about to go for round three, but then my phone rang. I grabbed it from off the table. It was Sylvia.

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

“Hi! You were amazing! That was an incredible presentation!”

“Thank you, dear. Are you busy? There’s something I need from you.”

“Of course not. Anything for you, ma’am.”

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

…potential clients…

The words echoed in my head.

Women in Tech need to satisfy their clients.

“Yes ma’am.”

“Good. Meet them down at the spa in fifteen minutes.”

I hung up the phone and went to go touch up my makeup once again. I needed to look my best. I searched through my luggage and found my bikini.

Women in Tech need to show off their body.

I looked down at the thin piece of fabric in my hand. I’d never actually worn a bikini before. I’d always worn a beach skirt, or occasionally a one piece. Whatever I could do to try and disguise my abundant curves.

I used to love swimming when I was young, before my breasts developed. After that, the discomfort I’d always felt from the constant stares and ogling meant avoiding beaches and swimming pools. I felt ashamed that I’d let other people’s opinions stop myself from doing something I loved—but not anymore. Besides, everyone knew my tits were there. There was no point in hiding them.

I changed into the skimpy bikini and examined myself in the mirror, staring at the sexy young woman looking back at me.

Women in Tech need to look their best.

Down at the spa, I 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.”

She guided me to one of the private rooms featuring a spacious, contemporary hot tub. The tub was square-shaped and adorned with wooden panels on its sides. I hung my robe up and dipped my legs in, testing the temperature. The water was hot and bubbling. I continued lowering my body until I was half-submerged.

It felt amazing! It’d been so long since I’d been in a hot tub, and never one as nice as this. I closed my eyes and relaxed. I probably could’ve fallen asleep right there.

Then I heard a voice. “Hey, sweetheart. You must be Gaby.”

I opened my eyes and saw three middle-aged men in white robes.

“That’s me,” I smiled.

“Mind if we join you?”

“Of course! Please, come in. The water’s perfect. So relaxing!”

They removed their robes, hung them up, and made their way into the large hot tub. I could tell they were all staring at my tits, not even attempting to hide it

"You're even more attractive in person."

“Oh—t-t-thank you… Are you enjoying your stay here?” I asked, trying to be welcoming.

“We are now,” one of them said. They all laughed.

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

“Oh, I—uh, yeah... they’re real.” I nervously responded.

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

“So, sweetheart, tell us about yourself,” said the handsome man with the warm smile.

Another surge of pleasure. A soft moan escaped my lips. The men exchanged confused glances.

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

“Well that explains it. Everything’s bigger in Texas!” the bald man laughed.

“Don’t mind him, please continue, sweetheart.”

Women in Tech appreciate pet names.

Another shiver—even stronger. Already extremely turned on.

“Mmm, I…”

The warm water and the arousal made my head feel spacey. My mind felt like it was melting. It was becoming so hard to think straight.

A member of the resort staff entered the room with a bottle of champagne and glasses, handing them out to everyone.

“About time,” the bald man said.

I grabbed my phone from the side and saw I had a few missed texts from Mark.

“having a great time,” I replied, with a kissy heart emoji.

Everyone held their glasses up. “Cheers.”

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

“To you, toots.”

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

The men began discussing important business amongst themselves—something to do with the meeting they just had. My phone buzzed again.

Another message from Mark: “selfie?”

Even though I was glad to have this weekend to myself, I still missed Mark. I took a quick selfie and sent it to him.

I stared at the photo. Wow I looked hot! This bikini made my tits look amazing!

By this point, I was already so incredibly horny. I couldn’t wait to get back up to my room. Fantasies of being bent over my boss’s desk filled my mind—his strong hands smacking against my rear. I couldn’t help but let out an audible moan. My fingers brushed against my hard nipples.

They refilled my champagne glass. My head was swimming with pleasure. Was I already drunk? I felt…so strange.

The handsome man asked about me, so I shared details about Vision and the app I was working on. I talked about Women in Tech and how much their support has meant to me over the past few months. They were impressed that I wasn't just attractive but smart too! It was great to be recognized for more than just my tits—though they certainly appreciated those as well.

After a few more glasses of champagne, the handsome man turned to the others and said, "Well, we should get going. It's getting late."

They all got out of the hot tub and began drying off. I followed suit, stepping out and doing the same. I could feel their eyes on me as I dried off, but I pretended not to notice.

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

A hundred different thoughts crossed my mind all at once. I wanted to make sure the clients were fully satisfied. I didn’t want to risk offending him by saying no. But I knew I shouldn’t. Especially with how horny I was.

“I don’t know…”

“Come on, it’ll be fun,” he softly suggested.

Against my better judgement, I slipped into my robe and followed him up to his room.

“Just wait until you see this watch. It cost $75k and only three hundred of them were ever made,” he said, inside the elevator.

“Wow, that’s more than my car.”

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

“Here we are,” he said, opening the door.

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

"Wait here. Let me just grab that watch; it's in the safe." He turned the corner and disappeared from sight.

I looked around. This guy must be really important to get a room like this. Moments later, the client walked back over.

My eyes went wide in surprise. “Oh…”

He had taken off his swimsuit and was now completely nude. “So, where were we?”

“I-I- I have—I have… my…that one guy…” I stammered. I looked down at his already hard cock and my mouth began to water.

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

“…t-t-they did?”

Women in Tech need to satisfy their clients.

“Oh god,” I moaned.

I was so wet. I couldn’t take my eyes of his gorgeous cock. It was so big…and thick…and juicy. He placed his hand on my head and gently guided me down.

I sank to my knees, my face inches away from his hard member. Forgetting any reservations I had, I began to lick. The taste was incredible.

“Take it off,” he instructed.

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

I held it firmly and wrapped my lips around it. I could feel his hands undoing the strap of my bikini top, freeing my heavy tits.

By now, my only thought was on pleasuring the man in front of me. Sucking his big cock and making sure he was fully satisfied.

I moved my mouth up and down his shaft while still stroking. He continued playing with my tits. I moaned in pleasure. They were so fucking sensitive. The feeling of his hands on them sent waves of pleasure coursing through my body. The intense arousal only further fueled my desire to give the best blowjob possible.

“Oh, I’m close…. your tits,” he grunted. “Those big fat tits—"

“Huh?” I asked, but before I realized what was happening, he pulled his cock out of my mouth and started stroking. Aiming directly at my chest. Strings of sticky white cum shot out, spilling onto my tits.

“Oh yes, those giant tits. Covered in my cum.”

I stared down at my chest, now glazed with his warm seed. I’d never let a guy cum on my tits before…it felt so demeaning and degrading and…so fucking hot!

“Did you like that?” I asked.

“Sugartits, you’re amazing.”

Back in my room, I 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 enthusiastically blowing another guy.

Why did I do that? It was so wrong, so… bad, and so.... hot! I came two more times thinking about that moment.

I deserved to be punished for that, I’d been such a naughty girl. I fell asleep shortly after, my dreams filled with all sorts of erotic images.

When I woke up the next morning, my pussy was soaking wet. It wasn’t often that I had sex dreams, especially ones that were so vivid and lifelike. I stared up at the ceiling, a big smile plastered on my face.

What had gotten into me lately? I’d been so horny all the time.

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

I glanced at the itinerary for the day. I still had an hour before we had to meet up for group activities. Enough time to pleasure myself.

Afterwards, I got ready and did my makeup. 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 young women.

Sylvia smiled. “Good morning, Gaby,”

“Sorry, I’m late.”

“No problem. As I was telling the other women, we’re doing some smaller group activities today. These girls here are new. I want you to show them the ropes. A lot of them are dealing with the same problems you first had. I want you to help teach them how to manage.”

“Of course, ma’am. I’d love to.”

I smiled at the others—my fellow programmers in the tech world. It’s important for us women to stick together.

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

They each 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, before I was using all my assets. When I was still uncomfortable in my body.

We went out for breakfast. The waiter led us to a table and gave us menus. We quietly browsed through them.

“Hi, uh, Gabrielle? 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 brilliant. That’s actually how I found Women in Tech, through your bio. I never thought I’d actually get to meet you in person.”

“Wow, thank you,” I said. “That’s so flattering!”

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

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

“Excuse me?” I scoffed.

This was exactly why I used to hide my body for so long. It was bad enough when men assume you must be dumb due to the size of your chest, but when women do it, it was somehow even worse.

“What’s wrong with the way I look? You don’t think a woman can be smart just because she has big tits? Seems a bit sexist, don’t you think?”

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

“Why not both? 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.”

“The guys at my work are super rude, they’re always calling me names, like baby or sweetie,” one of them asked.

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

Her 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,” someone else agreed.

I smiled. “Yes, exactly!”

After breakfast, we made our way to a room filled with computers. Sylvia was in the corner setting things up.

“Welcome back. Since the six of you are some of our most talented programmers, your goal for today is to work together to design a piece of software. It’s important you all learn to work as a team. So get comfortable, get to know each other, and most importantly have fun.”

“What kind of program?” asked Sophia.

“We want you to design an algorithm that’ll connect us with programmers all around the world. Do you think you’ll be able to make that work?” Sylvia asked, looking at me.

This would be quite the challenge. I’d participated in similar sorts of competitions in school, 24-hour coding marathons, but this sounded like a really ambitious project, 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 smiled.

We each sat down at a computer, and I began assigning tasks, saving the most challenging ones for myself.

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

We spent the next several hours working nonstop.

“Hey, uh, Gaby?” asked Nicole, the sassy girl who had called me a stripper.

“Yes, sweetie?”

She briefly shivered. “I need your help. My code isn’t working and I’m not sure why.”

“Let’s have a look.” I walked over and leaned over her shoulder, looking at the mountain of code she wrote.

“This is actually pretty impressive,” I remarked. Eventually I discovered the issue. “Here’s your problem. This line doesn’t lead anywhere. That’s why you’re not getting any results.”

“Ah, I see. So, if I just do this,” she said, changing the code.

“Try it now.”

Nicole looked up. “Uh, Gaby?”

“Yeah, sweetie?”

She shivered again. After a moment, she gestured to my chest. My nipple had popped out of my shirt.

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

Over the next few hours, we made significant progress and got to know each other better while working. Even Nicole, who had been standoffish, began to open up to me. She soon realized we had much more in common than she had initially thought.

I checked the time. It was nearly 8pm. “Wow, it’s getting late. Should we grab dinner?”

“I’m starving,” said Rebecca.

“Me too,” Nicole added.

We made our way over to the dining area, passing by Heather’s group. They were finishing up a scavenger hunt. Lucky them. Seemed a lot simpler than what we were doing. Then again, Heather wasn’t the brightest.

We sat down and ordered dinner while the girls continued discussing the project.

"Relax," I told them. "We have the rest of the night to finish. Take an hour off and give your minds a break."

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

"It's amazing. The people there are incredibly supportive and welcoming. I love it. I couldn't imagine working anywhere else."

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

“Well there’s your first problem. Women in Tech should be respectful,” I replied. “Without giving respect, how do we expect to be respected in return?”

The girls all nodded in realization.

“Sorry to interrupt,” said a familiar voice. It was the handsome man from last night.

He looked at me and smiled. “Hey, sexy.”

I shivered with pleasure. “Hi…”

“Last night was fun.”

“Yeah…” I softly replied, feeling myself blush.

“You should come back tonight.”

“Oh, well…I wish I could, sir, but I’m busy working on this project.”

Women in Tech should satisfy their clients.

“… but maybe, after?”

He brushed his hand under my chin. “See you then.”

There was an awkward tension in the air as the table was silent.

“Was that your boyfriend?” Rebecca asked, breaking the silence.

“No, just… a client.”

"Oh..." Nicole muttered. I watched as the respect I had earned slowly drained from her face, her expression reverting to the same judgmental look as before.

During dinner, the conversation drifted back to computers and programming—a subject we were all very passionate about. It was wonderful to meet other women who rivaled, and perhaps even surpassed (as much as I hated to admit), my own programming skills.

I’ve always been the best—at school, work, or anything else, I was always at the top. So, it was incredibly fulfilling to be working with such a talented group of programmers, other women like me. It brought out the best in all of us.

After dinner, we made our way back to the computer room. Though we’d made a lot of progress, there was still a lot left. But things were coming together nicely.

Several more hours went by. It was already half past eleven.

“I’m really tired,” I lied. “Let’s just finish tomorrow.”

“I’m gonna keep working,” Nicole replied. “I’m on a roll. You should get some rest though.”

And so, Molly, Wendy, and I decided to leave and head to bed, while Nicole, Sophia, and Rebecca stayed to keep working a bit longer.

“Don’t work too hard!”

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

I went up to my room, anxiously wondering what I should do.

Deep down, I knew I should just go to sleep. Hell, I could even try calling Mark, and have some phone sex. It was what I should be doing. But the client had asked to see me.

Women in Tech need to satisfy their clients.

And I’d told him that I would.

Women in Tech should be respectful.

Women in Tech need to look their best.

Before I knew it, I fixed my makeup and changed into the lingerie I’d secretly brought.

Women in Tech should use every asset they have available.

I knocked on his door. It opened.

“Hey, sweetheart, I was wondering when you’d get here.”

Every inch of me itched with arousal. I was so horny. He placed his hand on my rear and guided me inside.

“Show me what you’re wearing under that robe,” he ordered.

Women in Tech love to obey.

God, I loved it. It felt so good to obey. I couldn’t help but moan.

I 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—so very bad. I bit my lip.

I dropped down to my knees, my face just inches away from his large bulge. I slid his boxers off, revealing his gorgeous cock.

My eyes were fixated, unable to look away. Without thinking, I started stroking his stiff rod, teasing the tip with my tongue, feeling it grow between my fingers. It filled my mouth, as I bobbed up and down, sucking and slurping.

“I got a better idea,” he said after a minute.

He gestured for me to standup, his hands exploring my body.

“Take it off,” he whispered.

I felt the urge to obey and stripped out of my lingerie. He watched me undress, his eyes scanning my curvy body.

“Get on the bed.”

I paused. I knew that I shouldn’t. I loved Mark. I was in love with Mark. He was my boyfriend. I’d never once 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 my arms and legs. He crawled on top of me and ran his hands up my body, paying particular attention to my big, 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 given him wasn’t 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. “…oh wow!”

His cock brushed against my wet pussy. I was so turned on. I needed his big cock inside me.

“I need you,” I whispered. “So bad.”

He smiled and slowly slid inside me, filling me up, pumping in and out. Over and over.

“Oh yes!” I screamed. “Yes! YES! Fuck me with your big cock, sir! Oh fuck that’s so good! Harder, sir! Yes! Yes!”

We switched positions many times. Doggy style, cowgirl, my legs on his shoulders.

We fucked on the bed, we fucked on the couch, we fucked against the wall. My tits were bouncing up and down as he pounded his cock inside me.

“Gonna cum,” he grunted.

I slid his cock out and dropped to my knees, finishing him off with my mouth. That way, it wasn’t cheating. I could taste my own juices covering his cock, which turned me on even more.

My eyes rolled to the back of my head as his warm seed filled my mouth. I went to the bathroom to spit it out.

When I came back, the client was 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.”

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

“Glad you liked it.”

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.”

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

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 was tingling with pleasure just thinking about it.

What was I going to tell Mark? And to make things worse the client thought I was a hooker. That’s so embarrassing.

But it was hard to worry about all that right now. I was exhausted from all the mind-blowing sex we’d just had. My head was swimming.

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 in bed and fell asleep.

I woke up the next morning feeling refreshed—trying not to focus on what’d 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 computer lab. To my surprise, three of the girls were already there.

“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 3am?” Sophia asked. “You told me you were just finishing up that last bit.”

“I guess I got a little carried away.”

I looked over at her monitor, amazed by all the progress she’d made. It was incredible work.

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

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

“Almost,” she replied. “There’s still a few kinks but we’re nearly there.”

I sat down at the computer and pulled up the finished work and began parsing through it. The other two girls showed up shortly after and joined us.

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 ran the program. The moment of truth. I really hoped this would work.

“You just type what you’re looking for into these boxes. Let’s say, Asian-American female programmers, living in Seattle…. under 25 years old, with brown hair,” I said, typing it all out. “And, voila!”

I pressed the enter button and crossed my fingers.

The program began compiling a list. Names quickly popping up on the screen, accompanied by a small photo.

“You can scroll through it, and if you see someone you want more info on, then you just click their name, and it opens up this.”

I clicked on one of the women: Briana Yu.

A page with all her information popped up on the screen. The program compiled several pictures of her that from all over the internet.

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

Sylvia seemed impressed. “This is incredible.”

It felt good to make her proud. It filled me a warm happiness.

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

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

“Thank you, ma’am.” I looked over at the others. “But I couldn’t have done it without them.”

“Thank you, girls,” Sylvia said to the group. “That’s all for now. Check your itineraries to see what your next activities are. Relax for a while, you’ve all earned it.”

“It was nice meeting you all,” I said to the group, giving them each a big hug goodbye as they left the room.

“Excellent work, Gaby” Sylvia said, once we were alone. “Mr. Parson will be very pleased.”

I tried to contain my growing excitement, a big smile forming over my face.

“Keep it up. I see a bright future ahead for you,” she said.

“Thank you, ma’am. So happy you approve!”

Suddenly, I thought about the promotion. The one I was passed over for in Texas—the one I should have got. Never again. I’d do whatever it took to get ahead.

“See you soon, dear,” Sylvia said.

I went back up to my room, bursting with excitement. It’d always been my goal to climb the corporate ladder and to receive such high praise from someone like Sylvia meant everything to me.

I closed my eyes and imagined Flynn Parson’s reaction when he saw what a great job I did.

“Excellent work, Gaby,” I imagined him saying in his deep, sexy voice. His big brown eyes staring directly into mine.

“Thank you, sir,” I mumbled, plunging my fingers inside my already wet pussy.

I imagined him pulling his big cock out and holding it up to my face. “I have special reward just for you.”

“Oh, thank you, sir. It’s just what I wanted,” I said, dropping down to my knees in my fantasy and licking the tip of it.

“You know, Gaby, you’ve always been my favorite.”

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

Back in the hotel my fingers slid in and out of myself, moaning with pleasure.

“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. If only…

I wasn’t sure why I’d been having so many intense 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). A few team building exercises. Some pampering and relaxation. I got my hair and nails done, and a much needed full-body massage.

I’d learned so much. I couldn’t wait to get back and apply all my new knowledge. I felt like a whole new woman. One who could do anything.

On Monday afternoon, a few big busses came to take us home. I got on one of them and headed back.

I sat next to Jen, exchanging stories from the weekend. Turns out it’d been 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.

It wasn’t cheating…