At home, Mark was waiting for me when I arrived.

“I missed you so much!” he said, hugging me tightly.

He wanted to know all about the retreat. I briefly told him about some of the things we did, though I tried not to mention all the details. I wasn’t sure he would fully understand.

To be honest, I still wasn’t sure if I understood everything. It was all still so…complicated.

Besides, there was no need to mention any of it. It wasn’t cheating. He wanted to know everything I had learned, which I tried to avoid discussing until he finally demanded that I tell him.

Women in Tech love to obey.

Then everything spilled out of me all at once. I told him about all the new advice. Women in Tech need to do anything they can to climb the corporate ladder. Women in Tech need to learn how to serve. Women in Tech need to satisfy their clients.

Women in Tech must submit.

After that, he just sat in silence, clearly deep in thought.

“Any more questions, sir?”

He shook his head no.

The next day, I was excited to be back at work.

“Hey, toots, how was your trip?” Josh asked.

“Joshie!” I exclaimed, excitedly jumping into his arms, my breasts pressing against his firm chest.

“I missed you!” I squealed, giggling as I felt his hand squeeze my butt. “It was amazing!”

“Team meeting in an hour, I’ll catch you up.”

“Thanks, babe.”

I loved my coworkers so much. They were all so amazing. I was a lucky girl.

I tried focusing on work, but every fifteen minutes someone would stop by to chat. I was conflicted. Part of me wanted to tell them I was busy, that I had a lot of work to catch up on. It was important to do well if I wanted to get that promotion.

Women in Tech need to do anything they can to climb the corporate ladder.

But another part of me knew how important it was to get along with my coworkers, to keep them happy, to please them. I didn’t want to be rude. Not after everything they had done for me.

Women in Tech should be team players.

Then there was the arousal. It wasn’t even an hour into work, and I was already overwhelmingly horny. The combination of the pet names, the flirting, and their hands on my body, really got me worked up.

I guess there were some downsides to being the programmer with the biggest tits in all of Silicon Valley.

It was so hard to pay attention. I’d always had trouble focusing when I was aroused, but never this bad. So when I finally had a moment between visitors, I made my way to the bathroom and fingered myself in one of the stalls. That helped a little.

The rest of the day went by quickly: a few meetings, lunch, a visit with my boss. Then at the end of the day I got a call from Sylvia.

“Gaby, darling, how are you?”

She told me about a potential new client: some wealthy investor. She needed someone to meet with him and give him a rundown on everything. Show him what the company can offer. She told me I would be perfect for the job.

“Of course ma’am. I’d be happy to. Anything to help!”

“Meet him over at the Hilton at 6pm. I’ll send you all the info.”

I’d been there before. They had some great conference rooms. Still, that seemed rather late for a work meeting, but I knew better than to say no to Sylvia. Not after everything she had done for me. I owed her big time.

Women in Tech should be respectful.

Women in Tech need to do anything they can to climb the corporate ladder.

Women in Tech need to satisfy their clients.

When work was over, I touched up my makeup and headed to the hotel.

I went over to the conference rooms, but they were empty. I double checked my email.

Location: Room 1826.

That’s strange. The meeting wasn’t in the conference rooms. It was a suite.

It wasn’t like that was completely unprecedented. I’d heard of tech companies working out of hotel rooms before, when they were between offices, or out of town. But something about the situation seemed strange.

I rode the elevator up and found Room 1826. An older man in a bathrobe answered. “You must be Gaby. Come in.”

I hesitated for a moment before entering. I took a seat at the nearby table and pulled out the manilla folder I’d brought.

I glanced up at the client. He was staring directly at my tits, not even trying to hide it. I mean, sure, everyone did these days, but still. Something seemed off about him.

I launched into my prepared speech that I’d been practicing on the drive over.

“Women in Tech is a great organization. Their mission is to empower women in the tech industry, and create a better, fairer society. Did you know only twenty six percent of programmers are women?”

“Yes, yes, that’s fine. It’s a great thing and all, but I’ve already signed the papers.”

I was confused. “You did?”

Then why was I here?

“Now why don’t you come sit on my lap and let me see those big melons up close.”

“…w-what?”

Women in Tech need to satisfy their clients.

I knew how important it was to satisfy clients but… this couldn’t be what Sylvia meant, right?

Not like this.

Had she somehow heard about what happened at the retreat? That I hooked up with the executive from the spa? That was one thing, he was… handsome, and charming, and…

“Hurry up, sweetheart, I told my wife I’d be home for dinner.”

Women in Tech love to obey.

“I—I…”

I froze like a deer in the headlights. My mind was racing. I didn’t know what to do.

Women in Tech should be respectful.

I knew what I should do: satisfy the client. But I didn’t want to. Not like that.

A voice in my head told me this was wrong. That this was all wrong.

It was like one of those old cartoons with a devil and an angel on my shoulder, both arguing with each other. I wasn’t sure who to listen to.

One voice kept telling me to stand up and leave. Run away and tell Sylvia how completely unprofessional the client ended up being. She would understand.

But the other voice kept telling me to give in… to please the client. To submit.

Thankfully, the first voice won out…just barely. I grabbed my briefcase and sprinted out the room.

“Sorry—” I yelled.

I ran down the hallway and jumped in the elevator. Only then did I finally stop to catch my breath. I went back out to my car and sat inside.

I couldn’t believe what had just happened. What kind of woman did he think I was? I had a boyfriend, and even if I didn’t, it’s not like I was going to have sex with somebody I’d just met.

My phone rang, and my eyes widened. Flynn Parson was calling...

“Gaby, dear? Are you alright?”

I told him everything. About the client, and what he expected me to do. Afterwards there was a long pause.

“I’m so sorry,” he finally said. “That’s awful. I would never want you to do anything you weren’t comfortable with. You did the right thing.”

“…I did?”

I was relieved. I’d been worried that I might’ve screwed things up. That I hadn’t been a team player. That it had been selfish and rude of me to just leave like that.

But Flynn Parson’s encouragement made me feel so much better.

“Why don’t you come by my office after work tomorrow? We can discuss everything then.”

“Of course. Thank you, sir.”

I was glad Mr. Parson was so understanding. He really was the best.

Hopefully that would be the last time I’d ever have to deal with a creep like that.

"Sorry for the wait," Mr. Parson said as I walked into his office and took a seat.

“I wanted to apologize again for yesterday. I take full responsibility. That should not have happened,” he said, with a kind smile.

“Thank you, sir, but it’s not your fault.”

Mr. Parson adjusted his tie. “I must say, I was a bit surprised.”

“I know. I couldn’t believe it.”

“No, not about that. You know how clients are: always expecting you to go the extra mile. I was surprised you left.”

I glanced up at him, confused. “H-huh…? Why’s that?”

His big brown eyes stared directly into mine.

“Because, Women in Tech like to excite men,” he said simply.

"...Excuse me?" I asked, as a wave of lightheadedness washed over me.

“Women in Tech like to excite men,” he repeated.

I thought back to the times at work, the constant attention I got from walking around in my new sexy outfits. The looks of hungry lust on their faces. I loved the way they all stared at me. There was something so enjoyable about being an object of desire. About exciting those around me.

“…Women in Tech…like to excite men?” I mumbled, still trying to process everything.

“Women in Tech like to make men hard,” Mr. Parson added, like it was something I should’ve already known.

His voice echoed through my head. I thought of all the visible erections from my coworkers just by being around me. From staring at my body. It felt really good to know that I was the cause of their erections. Being admired made me horny.

“Women in Tech… like to make men hard,” I softly muttered, accepting the words, as I continued staring into his pulsing eyes. My heart was racing.

Mr. Parson smiled. “Women in Tech will do whatever they can to turn men on and get them off.”

Another wave of dizziness. I thought about my boyfriend, my coworkers, my boss, the clients…I stared at Flynn Parson’s sexy face, his muscular body. God he was so hot. Everything about him was perfect.

“Women in Tech… will do whatever they can… to turn men on… and get them off,” I quietly repeated. The whole room was spinning. I tightly gripped onto the armrest of the chair, worried I might fall over.

“Women in Tech love to suck cocks,” Mr. Parson continued.

My mind was whirling and spinning. My knees felt weak. I was on the verge of fainting; it was all too much to handle. I tried to look away, but I couldn’t— his eyes had an irresistible gravitational pull on me.

My entire body was tingling. My mind was floating. I thought about the feeling of a cock in my mouth. The taste, the smell, the texture. Feeling it grow between my lips, feeling it press against my cheek. A big bulging cock in my mouth. Knowing that I was giving someone pleasure. It all felt so good. So fucking good.

“Women in Tech love to suck cocks,” I thoughtlessly replied.

Mr. Parson maintained his intense stare into my eyes, his piercing gaze locked onto mine. We sat in silence, our eyes fixed on each other. My mind was completely lost in a series of sexual fantasies, one after another, not a single conscious thought going through my head.

My Apple Watch beeped, suddenly pulling me out of my deep trance. It was a text from my boyfriend.

Will you be home soon?

I looked at the time. I’d been in Mr. Parson office for over an hour. Had it really been that long? It felt like I just arrived.

I glanced up at Mr. Parson. He was the most attractive man I’d ever laid eyes on. Everything about him was perfect. I wondered what his cock tasted like.

My mind was a confused swirl—a happy horny mess of emotions. Everything felt so intense.

All these months I’d been dreaming about him, fantasizing about him. I needed him. I couldn’t wait any longer.

“Women in Tech like to excite men,” I mindlessly muttered. “Women in in Tech like to make men hard.”

Mr. Parson smiled as I stepped towards him, my eyes fixed on his crotch.

“Women in Tech will do whatever they can to turn men on and get them off,” I moaned, thinking of all my coworkers staring at my tits, stroking their cocks to the thought of me. Bending me over and spanking me.

This whole time I’d been such a tease, showing off my tits like some horny little slut. Getting them all hard without even taking care of their erections. It’s important to keep the people you work with happy.

“Women in Tech love to sucks cocks,” I mumbled, dropping to my knees, thinking about how much I loved having a big thick cock between my lips. It’s what I was always meant to do.

Mr. Parson pulled his pants down, freeing his big cock. It was…so hot, and perfect. I needed it

Without thinking, I wrapped my lips around it and began sucking and slurping, feeling him bulge against my cheek. Drooling. Taking as much of him in my mouth as I could. The taste was amazing. One hand stroked his thick shaft while the other slid down to my wet needy pussy.

The sound of Mr. Parson grunting with pleasure sent a rush of arousal through my body. My entire focus was on his big, yummy cock in my mouth. Nothing else mattered.

Just then, my mouth was flooded with his warm seed. I happily swallowed every last drop, reaching a climax as I did. An explosion of arousal flooded my brain, shooting stars filled my vision, and a stupefied grin spread across my face.

It was the greatest orgasm of my entire life.

I looked up at Mr. Parson with complete and total adoration.

“Now, Gaby, are you ready to be my good girl and obey?”

“Yes, sir. Anything for you.”

Sylvia called the next day. She told me that the client from before wanted to apologize for his rude behavior. He felt terrible for what had happened.

“It was all just a misunderstanding,” she told me. “He’d like to apologize in person if you’re up for it. But you can always say no.”

Women in Tech should be respectful.

Women in Tech need to satisfy their clients.

Women in Tech will do anything they can to climb the corporate ladder.

I thought back to yesterday. I felt awful. It was all my fault. Of course he read the room wrong. Look at what I was wearing—how I was acting—like some horny little slut. Of course he assumed I was there for sex. How was anyone ever supposed to take me seriously with my massive tits practically falling out of my top. All it took was one look at me to know that was all I was good for. I was so embarrassed at the way I had acted.

“No, I’ll go. I feel terrible about all this. It’s my fault. I’m the one who should be apologizing.”

“It’s quite alright, dear. Don’t be too hard on yourself. I’m sure you’ll think of a way to make things up to him.”

After work, I headed back to the hotel and knocked on the client’s door.

“Please, come in, sweetheart. I’m really sorry about the other day,” said the older man.

“Oh my god, no! It’s my fault, honestly!”

“It’s just… I’ve never seen anyone as beautiful as you before,” he smiled.

“…really? Well, thanks,” I said, blushing. “That’s really sweet. I feel awful about how I acted around you. I don’t know what I was thinking.”

I could tell he was staring at my tits again. I adjusted my top to give him a better view.

Women in Tech like to excite men.

“Anyway, where were we?” I asked. “Was there anything specific you’d like to go over?”

“No, please, sweetheart, let me hear your whole spiel. I’m here to listen.”

I started with the same rehearsed speech as yesterday. About Women in Tech and all the great things they’ve been doing for their community. Except… it was so hard to focus.

I glanced down and noticed the bulge in the client’s pants.

Women in Tech like to excite men.

I subconsciously licked my lips and tried to continue. To the client’s credit, he was doing a great job at remaining professional. Not once did he make an advance, despite the erection pressing against his pants. Poor old man. He was probably so uncomfortable…all because of my huge tits.

Women in Tech are here to please.

I smiled at him, a giggle escaping my lips. I was feeling so horny all of a sudden.

Women in Tech need to satisfy their clients.

Women in Tech will do whatever they can to turn men on and get them off.

I stared at the bulge in his pants and licked my lips. I needed to make things up to him for the other day. Apologize for my rude behavior. And his cock looked so…yummy.

Women in Tech love to suck cocks.

“Everything ok, sweetheart?” asked the client. I couldn’t take my eyes off the erection.

Women in Tech are here to please.

“Everything’s…perfect. You’re just so…”

I sank down to my knees and slowly unbuckled his belt, pulling his pants down, unable to think of anything else besides putting his cock in my mouth.

I moaned loudly as his hands clumsily pawed at my tits—they felt incredible. In return, I pulled his erection out of his underwear and wrapped my lips around it. The taste was amazing. My head bobbed up and down as I continued pleasing the client. I felt relieved, hoping this would make up for yesterday.

Women in Tech need to satisfy their clients.

One hand stroked his shaft while my tongue brushed against the tip. My other hand rubbed against my wet pussy. I plunged two fingers in and rhythmically thrust in and out.

Women in Tech love to suck cocks.

The client groaned as I sped up the pace.

“Mmmm,” I purred in ecstasy, drooling over his cock. I was so incredibly horny. The client’s hands pushed against the back of my head and pushed himself down my throat.

“I wanna cum all over your big tits,” he whispered as I continued stroking.

I perked up at his suggestion. There was something so… hot about it.

Women in Tech are here to please.

“Mmm, yes sir. Cum on me. Cum all over my big tits. Mmmm, please, sir, I want it so bad…I need it…”

Stroking faster until beads of sticky, warm cum shot out, covering my exposed tits. I rubbed his cum into my huge tits, moaning with delight.

“Mmmm,” I giggled.

The light in the room reflected off my glazed chest. A big vapid smile on my face.

“And that’s why you should invest in Women in Tech.”

I thought about what happened while driving home. It wasn’t cheating. Women in Tech love to suck cocks. Mark knew that. It was just business. I was only pleasing the client.

Still… there was no need to mention it.

When I finally got home, I collapsed into bed, exhausted from the past couple days.

After that, every day after work, Sylvia had a new client for me to visit. Each time I told myself I wouldn’t give in to the temptation. To keep things professional. But who was I kidding? With a body like mine, how could anyone ever take me seriously? Everything about me screamed sex. And no matter how hard I tried, every single meeting would always end with me unable to stop myself from sucking the client’s cock.

Women in Tech love to suck cocks.

With all this overtime, I’d be climbing the corporate ladder in no time. I was an invaluable part of the organization: the best at pleasing the clients. Always making sure they were completely satisfied.

It’s not cheating, I kept telling myself. As long as I’m just sucking cocks. Women in Tech love to suck cocks. So when one day a client demanded I strip down, my heart sank.

I couldn’t even try to resist his commands when he ordered me onto his bed, and slowly slid himself inside my wet pussy. I moaned in pleasure as he filled me with his big cock. It felt incredible.

It's not cheating… as long as it’s a client, I told myself. Then it’s just work. Just doing what I needed to further my career. It was part of being a Woman in Tech. Mark knew that.

Everyone knew that.

After that, I started fucking the rest of the clients too. It wasn’t fair to give preferential treatment to some of them. They all deserved to have their turn with me.

I’d strip down to the sexy lingerie I’d been wearing underneath my clothes and let them fuck me anyway they wanted. Some clients loved titty-fucking my huge breasts, covering them in their cum. Others loved doggy style, grunting loudly as they slid deep inside me, spanking my sizable rear.

Whatever the client wanted, I was there, eager to please, eager to serve, ready to submit. It was my job to learn every client’s likes and dislikes and do whatever it took to satisfy them completely.

And I was damn good at my job.

After that, I realized it wasn’t fair to my coworkers to tease them like I had without getting them off too. Besides, why waste time masturbating in the bathroom when I had so many sexy studs eager to fuck me?

They were the ones doing me the favor. I was so horny all the time, I needed it. They were the best.

“Yes! Yes! Yes!” I screamed as Michael fucked me on top of the photocopier, my legs hanging in the air. It’s not cheating if… if it’s a coworker. Women in Tech need to keep their coworkers happy.

When Joshie came over to check out what I’d been working on, I slipped my hand down his pants and stroked his cock as he pointed out the errors in my code.

“At least you’re good at something,” he said mockingly.

Every morning I’d visit my boss’s office for a quick blowjob. He said it helped him focus. And when he would call me back in for my afternoon spankings, it would always end with him fucking me on his desk. It’s good to have a normal work routine.

Women in Tech will do whatever they can to turn men on and get them off.

My tops had become so small and low cut that my tits popping out was now a regular occurrence. Sometimes I wouldn’t even bother to put them back. What’s the use of hiding them? Everyone knows they’re there.

Mark, however, had been acting really weird. Despite being completely exhausted when I’d get home every night, I still tried to get him to fuck me, or at least let me suck his cock. It’s not like I wasn’t into it. Even with all my extra activities, somehow I was still super horny by the time I got back. Tired, sure, but horny, nevertheless.

But every time he’d shy away. Was he just not interested in me anymore? Why was he acting so strange? What was I doing wrong? Was there something wrong with me? Was it something I did? I didn’t understand. Everyone else wanted to fuck me, so why not him?

I kept trying every day for the next two weeks before finally just giving up. If he didn’t want to fuck me then that’s his decision I guess… I just wish I knew why…

But then, as I stared at myself in the mirror, I had an epiphany. That’s his loss. I was horny and if he wasn’t going to satisfy my needs, then I had plenty of other men who would. And I didn’t even have to beg them for it (unless they asked me to, of course). Anytime I felt upset about things with Mark, they were nice enough to fuck me stupid until I forgot what I was even bothered about.

One day, a hot guy at the gym came up to me during my squats. He had a really sexy, muscular body. I flirted with him, giggling as I playfully squeezed his muscles. Then we fucked in one of the massage rooms. Sure, it didn’t have to do anything with work but… it’s not cheating if… if your boyfriend isn’t fulfilling you sexually.

Things at home might’ve been crappy, but everything else in my life was going great. A whole bunch of new women had recently joined the Women in Tech mixers. They all reminded me of my old self, when I’d first moved here. Shy, distressed, not using all their assets. I was happy to help them in whatever way I could.

“Women in Tech should be team players,” I had just finished telling one of the new girls. “It’s important to keep the people you work with happy.”

I smiled as she repeated the advice back to me. I could tell she was going to be a quick learner. It made me so proud to see the difference I was making, helping other women succeed in the tech industry.

After the mixer, I went back home and watched a movie with Mark. Partway through, feeling horny, I gently rubbed his cock from the outside of his pants. Thought I’d try one last time…

Women in Tech like to excite men.

He turned to the side and pulled the blanket over himself, looking depressed the entire time. I couldn’t even get my own boyfriend hard anymore…

I sighed and went to sleep.

One night, Mark casually brought up coming to another one of the Women in Tech social events that week.

“You wanna come with?” I asked, meaning it as a question rather than an invite.

Mark, however, jumped at the opportunity. I still wasn’t sure why he was so interested in attending. He’d seen what they were like, just a bunch of women talking about work. I thought he was bored last time, so I was surprised that he wanted to come again.

We showed up at the building and made our way in. I pulled out my phone and started replying to messages. Another dick pic from Michael. I replied with a sexy selfie I’d took earlier that afternoon.

“Where’d, uh… where’d he go?” Mark asked.

“Who?”

“Flynn Parson.”

I looked around the room, but he was nowhere to be found.

“He never comes to these. I’ve only met him in passing a few times. Now, come on. I want you to talk to Sylvia.”

I brought him over to Sylvia. The gorgeous tech executive was dressed in a lime-green jacket, her blonde hair in a bun.

“Hello,” she smiled warmly. “You must be Gaby’s boyfriend. I’ve heard so much about you.”

“Hopefully not about my cooking.”

I cringed with embarrassment. Did he really have to make those stupid jokes?

“Uh, t-thank you for helping Gaby out at work,” he said.

“Of course,” Sylvia replied. “Thank you for coming to the event.”

“He insisted,” I said apologetically.

Mark made his way around the room, catching up with some of the women he spoke with last time. I gossiped with Heather about some of our extra-curricular activities.

“Women in Tech are attracted to wealthy men,” she told me.

I’d never thought of it like that, but it made a lot of sense. There was something so sexy about a man who had everything. Even if physically they were average, the money made up for it. Made them so much more… irresistible.

“Women in Tech love to suck cocks,” I replied.

We both giggled. Like me, Heather had also been meeting with some of the clients. We even had a few in common, we found out, after listing off the names of all the tech executives we had visited. I wondered who they preferred. Hopefully me…

Women in Tech need to be competitive.

Heather was attractive, but she didn’t have tits like mine. No one did.

Maybe it’s conceited of me to say but what good were my big tits if they weren’t being used to excite men, to get them off. And the clients all loved them. They always paid special attention to them, which I loved, since they were so very sensitive.

“The bigger they are, the more sensitive they get,” Sylvia had once told me.

I’d never heard that before, but it made perfect sense. I could practically cum just from someone playing with them.

Across the room I noticed Sylvia walking up to Mark. He followed her towards the offices.

Strange…

“Where’d you end up going?” I asked, during the car ride home.

“What do you mean?”

“When you left earlier, where’d you go?”

“Oh that. Flynn Parson wanted to talk to with me.”

“You talked with Flynn Parson?” I asked in disbelief. “What did you guys talk about?”

“Nothing really. Just gave me some advice, about the Vision app. The one I’ve been using for dog walking. Just how to get better results, I guess.”

“Oh.”

Why would Flynn Parson be talking to my boyfriend about dog walking? Surely, he had much more important things to be doing. I thought about our last encounter and shivered. I couldn’t wait to see him again.

My meetings with tech entrepreneurs continued. Everyone was satisfied with my work. I was amazing at my job.

Women in Tech will do whatever they can to climb the corporate ladder.

Women in Tech need to satisfy their clients.

It wasn’t cheating if they were wealthy.

One night, after servicing a client, I came home to find Mark acting even stranger than usual. He wouldn’t even look me in the eyes anymore.

“What’s wrong?” I asked.

“Nothing…”

He just went back to the bedroom, looking depressed.

It obviously wasn’t nothing. Something was really bothering him. After four years together, I’d become very good at telling when something was wrong with him, and something was definitely wrong. I’d never seen him so miserable before.

But whatever it was, he refused to talk with me, no matter how many times I asked. We used to be so good at communicating with each other.

What happened to us…