Chapter Two

“Babe. I don’t want you to go."

Sylvia had told me about a weekend retreat they were having for Women in Tech. I was super excited. However, Mark was not.

“Are partners allowed?” he asked

Once again, 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 into my suitcase.

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

“The bikini.” 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 could tell he was uncomfortable.

I tried to reassure him. I reminded him yet again that this was an event just for women. There wouldn’t be any men lusting after me. There was 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 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.

***

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 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 headed towards the resort. The lobby was filled with dozens of women. Some I recognized and some I didn’t. Sylvia had mentioned that women from their Los Angeles group would be there too. I never even realize they had more groups outside of the one I was used to.

“Gaby!”

I turned around. It was Heather. She ran up and gave me a big hug.

“Glad you made it!” I said. It was good 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 either of us had been expecting. It 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 inquired.

“Sure, but it’s complicated.”

“I’m not judging.”

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… but only if I was single of course.

“Hey ya’ll.”

We turned around to see Jen walking up to us.

“Jen!” I said, embracing her with 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 women had poured into the room while we were talking. In the other corner 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.”

“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. I hoped that wasn’t the case. It was kind of embarrassing sometimes.

“Welcome, Ladies!”

The three of us turned around. Flynn Parson was walking up to us. I thrust my chest forward.

“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?”

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

“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 snuck a glance down at my chest and smiled.

“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 looked around the room. “She’s around here somewhere.

“And remember,” he said, looking directly at me. “We’re here to learn in addition to having fun, so please, keep an open mind.”

I nodded, staring into his big brown eyes. They seemed to sparkle in the sunlight.

After getting checked in, I made my way up to my room. The bell boy followed with my luggage. I told him I could handle it myself, but he insisted. Probably cause he wanted to keep sneaking not so subtle 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 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.”

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

I took off my jacket, walked to the bed, and laid down. The mattress was one of those fancy expensive ones. It was extremely comfortable.

This was exactly what I needed. Work had been so stressful lately. Sitting on the bedside table was a personal itinerary with my name on it. The presentation starts in just thirty minutes.

Ugh. So much for relaxing. I went to touch up my makeup.

After, I headed downstairs. People were already gathering in the large conference room. Rows of chairs were set up throughout. At the front of the room was a big screen. I went and found a seat near the back.

Over the next several minutes, the room quickly filled up. When I noticed Heather and Jen enter, I motioned for them to come join. By then, the room was almost entirely full.

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 everyone’s here.” Sylvia said 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. 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. Sylvia was an excellent public speaker. Her natural charisma seemed to command everybody’s full attention.

In image lit up the large screen: 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.”

I looked around the room. Everyone was completely captivated.

“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. “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.”

This went on for some time. Slide after slide about what it meant to be a woman in tech. Their goals and achievements. It was mostly all stuff I’d already learned. Like always, I was ahead of the curve.

I’d hoped the presentation was close to over. I was starting to feel a bit lightheaded. I told myself after this, I would lay down and take a nap.

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.”

By now, I was feeling extremely dizzy. I wondered if I should get up and leave, but I didn’t want to miss the rest of the presentation.

“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 tingled.

“And Lastly,” Sylvia said, switching 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’d just learned. My head was still spinning. Slowly people began trickling out. I looked over at Heather and Jen who seemed similarly taken aback by the fantastic presentation. It was a lot to take in at once.

We got up and made our way 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 struggling to process everything. They both nodded.

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

I nodded in agreement. It made so much sense.

“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 door to the elevator opened and I got out and headed towards my room.

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

I was feeling so incredibly turned on. 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. I moaned with pleasure.

If only Mark was here, I needed him to fill me up. I fantasized about my coworkers slapping my ass, remembering how good 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 interrupted by the sudden ringing of my phone. I grabbed it off the table. It was Sylvia.

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

“Hi! You did so great today! That was incredible!”

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

“What is it?”

“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 echoed in my head. Women in Tech need to satisfy their clients.

“Yes ma’am.”

“Good. Meet them down at the Spa in thirty minutes.”

I hung up the phone and went over to the bathroom, touching up my makeup once again. I knew 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. I’d always worn a beach skirt, or occasionally a one piece. Whatever I could do to 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’d always felt from the constant stares and ogling meant avoid beaches and swimming pools.

I regretted that I’d 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 revealing bikini and walked over to the large mirror, staring at the sexy young woman looking back at me. I blew a kiss to myself.

Women in Tech need to look their best.

I put on the white robe hanging up in my room and headed out. 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 led me to one of the private rooms with a large modern hot tub. It was square shaped with wood panels on the sides.

“Make yourself comfortable. There’s drinks in the minifridge, towels on that rack, and if you need anything else, just press that green call button.”

I hung my robe up and dipped my legs in, testing the temperature. The water was hot and bubbling. I continued dipping myself in, until I was half-submerged.

The feeling was 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 felt like I could’ve fallen asleep right then and there. Suddenly, I heard a voice.

“Hey, sweetheart. You must be Gaby.”

I opened my eyes. Three middle-aged men in white robes had entered the room.

I smiled. “That’s me.”

“Mind if we join you?”

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

They took their robes off, hung them up, and made their way into the large hot tub.I could tell they were all staring at my tits. None of them were even trying to hide it.

“You’re even better looking in person.”

“Oh – t-thank you… 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, staring at my chest.

“Oh, I- uh, yes... they’re real.” I said nervously, eager to make a good impression on the important businessmen.

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

“So, sweetheart, tell us about yourself.”

Another surge of pleasure. A soft moan escaped my lips. The men looked at each other and smiled.

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

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

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

Another shiver—this time even stronger. Women in Tech appreciate pet names. I was already extremely aroused.

“Mmm, I…”

I was feeling a bit spacy from being so turned on. Plus with how lightheaded I’d been just before, my mind felt like mush. It was so 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, 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.

The bald man handed a glass to each of us.

Everyone held their glasses up. “Cheers,” they all said before clinking their glasses together.

“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 important 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. I stared at the picture. Damn, I looked really hot. This bikini made my tits look great.

By this point, I was already so incredibly turned on. I couldn’t wait to get back up to my room. 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. My head was swimming with pleasure. Was I already drunk? It certainly felt like it.

The handsome man asked about me. I told them all about Vision and the app I was working on. 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! It was so nice 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, we should get going. It’s getting late.”

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

They all got out of the hot tub and began drying off. I stepped out and did the same. I could feel them staring at me while I did, 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,” said the handsome man.

A hundred 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 wasn’t sure if it would be appropriate for me to go up to another man’s room like that.

“Well…”

“Come with me. It’ll be fun,” he suggested. 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, inside the elevator.

“Oh wow. That’s more than my car.”

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

“This is me,” he said, opening the door.

The room was gigantic. It was a presidential suite. And here 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 went around the corner and out of my sight.

I looked around. This guy must be pretty important to get a room like this.

Moments later, the client walked back over.

“Oh…” I suddenly exclaimed. He had taken off his bathing trunks and was now fully nude.

“So, where were we, sweetheart?”

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

“Come on, sweetheart. They said 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 cock. I needed it so bad.

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. It tasted incredible.

“Take it off,” he commanded.

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

I grabbed it with one hand and wrapped my lips around it. I could feel his hands undoing the strap of my bikini top. He slipped the top off, freeing my heavy tits.

By now, my only thoughts were 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 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 only further fueled my passion to give the best blowjob possible.

“Oh, I’m gonna cum,” he groaned, filling 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.

***

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 blowing another guy.

Why did I do that? It was so wrong, so… bad, and so.... incredibly fucking hot. I came twice fantasizing about that moment.

I deserved to be punished, 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, my pussy was dripping 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 over my face.

What’s 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 thirty minutes before we had to meet up for group activities. Enough time to finger myself 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 young women.

“Gaby, you’ve made it,” Sylvia said.

“Sorry, I’m late.”

“No problem. 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. Most of them have the exact same problems you had when you first started. I want you to help teach them some of the strategies for dealing with it.”

“Of course, ma’am. I’d love to.”

I smiled at 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.”

They 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 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 how I look? You don’t think a woman can be smart just cos she has big tits? Seems a bit sexist.”

“It’s not that… 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… sure, I guess, yeah… but still.”

“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. “Oh…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 girl agreed.

I smiled. “Yes, exactly!”

After lunch, we made our way 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. 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 work together, as a team. So get comfortable, get to know each other, and most importantly have fun.”

“What kind of program?” asked Sophia.

“We need an algorithm that automatically connects us with programmers all over the world 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 sounded like a very 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 left the room and we each jumped on one of the computers.

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

“Any questions, just let me know. 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?”

“Yes, sweetie?” 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. This line doesn’t lead anywhere. That’s probably why you’re not getting any results.”

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

“Let’s see, try running it.”

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, getting to know each other while we worked. Even Nicole, the standoffish girl, was starting to open up to me. She quickly learned we had a lot more in common than she initially realized.

I looked at the clock. It was nearly 8pm. “Wow, can’t believe how late it is already. 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.

“Ooh, how fun!”

Lucky them. Seemed so much simpler than what we were doing.

We took our seats and ordered dinner. The girls were still discussing the project.

“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?” asked Wendy.

“It’s amazing. 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. Without giving respect, how do we expect to be respected in return?”

The girls all took a moment to contemplate my advice.

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

“Hey, sexy,” he said. I twitched with pleasure.

“Hi,” I meekly replied.

“I had a lot of fun last night.”

I started blushing. “Yeah…me too.”

“You should come up to my room tonight.”

“I wish I could, sir. But we’re working on this project.”

Women in Tech should satisfy their clients.

“… But maybe, after?” I asked.

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

Gaby felt the awkward tension in the air as the table went silent.

“Was that your boyfriend?” Rebecca finally asked.

“No, just… a client.”

“Oh…” Nicole quietly muttered. I watched as all the respect I’d earned over the the day slowly drained from her face. Her expression had turned back into the same judgemental look from before.

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

During dinner, the topic of conversation drifted back to computers and programming: a subject we were all passionate about. It was so nice meeting other women who rivaled (perhaps even surpassed, as much as I hated to admit) my own skills in programming.

I’ve always been best. Whether school, work, or anything else, I was always used to being at the top. It was incredibly fulfilling to be talking with such a talented group of women programmers. Other women like myself who’d also been used to being the best. There was something about working with top tier talent that brought out the best in everyone.

After dinner, we made our way back to the compute room. Though we’d made a great deal of progress, there was still much left to do. But things were coming together quite nicely.

Several more hours went by. It was already 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.”

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

“Don’t work too hard,” I said.

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

I made my way up to my room, anxiously wondering what I should do next.

Deep down, I knew I should just lay down and 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, after I was done.

Women in Tech should be respectful.

Women in Tech need to look their best.

Before I knew it, I had fixed my makeup and changed into the lingerie I’d 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 turned on. He placed his hand on my rear and guided me in.

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

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

My eyes were fixated, unable to look away. Without thinking, I began stroking his stiff rod, teasing the tip with my tongue.

I began bobbing up and down, taking it as deeply as I could, sucking and slurping.

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

He gestured for me to standup, slowly running his hands all over my body.

“Take it off,” he whispered.

I felt the urge to obey and slowly stripped out of my lingerie. He watched me undress with a hungry look in his eyes, scanning up and down my curvy body.

“Get on the bed,” he said.

I paused for a moment. 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. “I…oh, wow!”

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 began pumping in and out. Over and over

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

We switched positions many 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 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,” 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.”

My heart sank. Oh god… he must think I’m some kind of prostitute. 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 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 hooker. That’s so embarrassing.

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

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 fell asleep.

I woke up the next morning feeling super refreshed. I tried 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 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. 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 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 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 pulled up the program.

I really hoped this would work.

“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 and crossed my fingers.

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

“You can just scroll through it, and if you see someone you want more info on, then 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. The program compiled several pictures of her that it’d found all over the internet.

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

“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. 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 when each of your next activities are.”

“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 were alone. “Mr. Parson will be very pleased with the results.”

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, that I should have gotten. Not again. I’d do whatever it took to get ahead.

“See you soon, dear,” said Sylvia.

After I went back up to my room, jumping with excitement. It’d always been my goal to climb the corporate ladder and 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 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. If only…

I wasn’t sure why 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). More training exercises.

By the end, 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.

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 about what I’d done. It wasn’t cheating, I was just doing my job. It wasn’t cheating.

It wasn’t cheating…

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