Chapter Three

Mark was waiting for me back home.

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

“Me too!”

He wanted to know all about the weekend retreat. I told him some of the things we did, though I tried to shy away from the details. I wasn’t sure he would fully understand everything. To be honest, I still wasn’t sure if I fully understood. It was all so…complicated.

Besides, there was no need to bring any of it up. It wasn’t cheating. I tried avoiding the subject, until he finally demanded I tell him.

Women in Tech love to obey.

Then everything spilled out of me all at once. Telling him all the new things I’d learned. 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, he just sat there silently, clearly deep in thought.

“Any more questions, sir?”

He shook his head no.

The next day, I was happy to be back at work, excited to finally put all my new knowledge to use.

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

“Joshie!” I exclaimed jumping up and down in excitement. I wrapped my arms around him, my breasts pressing into 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,” he said.

“Thanks, babe.”

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

I tried focusing on work, but every fifteen minutes someone new would stop by to chat. I was conflicted on what to do. 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 it important it was to get along with my co-workers, to keep them happy. I didn’t want to be rude to them. Not after everything they’d done for me.

Women in Tech should be team players.

Then there was the arousal. Not only an hour into work and I was already so horny. The combination of the pet names, and the flirting got me really 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 focus. I’d always had trouble focusing when I was aroused, but never quite 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 meeting with my boss. Then at the end of the day my cellphone rang.

“Gaby darling, how are you?” It was Sylvia.

She told me about a potential new client: some wealthy investor. She needed someone to meet with him and give a rundown on things. Show them everything the company can offer.

She told me I would be perfect for the job.

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

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

I’d been there once before. They had great conference rooms. Still, that seemed rather late for a work meeting, but I wasn’t about to say no to Sylvia after all she had done for me. I owed her.

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 finally over, I touched up my makeup and drove to the hotel.

I went to the conference rooms but was surprised to find that nobody was there. I pulled out my phone and checked my email.

Location: Room 1826.

That’s weird. The meeting wasn’t in any of the conference rooms. It was a hotel room (a suite to be exact). It’s not 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 still, something about the situation seemed strange.

I took the elevator up and found the way to Room 1826. I knocked on the door. An older man in a robe answered.

“Hello?” I asked, slightly confused. “Uh, Mr. Ford?”

“Yes. You must be Gaby. Come in.”

I hesitated for a moment before entering. I sat at the nearby table and pulled out the manilla envelope 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, but still. There was a strange vibe about him.

I launched into my prepared speech.

“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. I’m aware. It’s a great thing you all are doing but you don’t need to convince me. I’ve already signed the papers.”

“Oh. You did?” I asked confused. Then why was I here?

“Now why don’t you get 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 heard about what happened at the retreat? How I hooked up with the executive from the spa? That was one thing, he was… handsome, and charming, and…

“Hurry up, sweetheart, I haven’t got all day.”

Women in Tech love to obey.

“I—I…”

I froze like a deer in the headlights. My head was racing with a hundred different thoughts. I wasn’t sure what to do.

Women in Tech should be respectful.

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

A voice in my head told me this was all wrong. I’d never felt so conflicted before. It was like one of those old cartoons with a devil and an angel on my shoulder, both arguing with each other. I didn’t know which one 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.

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 purse and sprinted out the room.

“Sorry—” I yelled.

I ran down the hallway and jumped in the elevator. Only then did I take a moment to catch my breath. I went back to my car and sat inside. I couldn’t believe that’d just happened. What kind of woman does he think I am? I had a boyfriend, and even if I hadn’t, I wasn’t going to have sex with someone I’d just met.

My phone rang. It was Sylvia.

“Gaby, sweetie? Is everything alright?”

I told her everything about what had just happened. What the client expected me to do. There was a long pause after.

“Gaby, sweetie, I’m so sorry,” Sylvia 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. For a minute, I’d been worried I had screwed things up. That I hadn’t been a team player. That I’d been selfish and rude to leave like that.

But Sylvia’s encouragement made me feel so much better.

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

“Of course. Thank you, ma’am. I’ll see you then.”

I was glad Sylvia was so understanding. She’s the best.

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

***

After work the next day, I drove to Sylvia’s office. While waiting, I chatted with the receptionist.

“Gaby, sweetie, sorry for the wait,” Sylvia said, coming out to greet me. “I was just finishing up with something. Follow me.”

I followed her into her office and took a seat.

“I wanted to apologize again for yesterday. I take full responsibility. That absolutely should not have happened.”

“Thank you, ma’am, but really, it’s ok. It’s not your fault.”

“Still, I must say, I was a bit surprised.”

“Me too! I couldn’t believe he did that.”

“No, not at that. You know how clients are: they always expect you to go the extra mile. I was surprised that you decided to leave.”

I looked up at her in confusion. Her big brown eyes were staring directly into mine.

“H-huh…? Why’s that?” I asked. A moment of silence.

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

“Oh…” I muttered. A wave of lightheadedness began to overtake me.

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

I thought back to the times in my office, the constant attention from men when I walked around in my new sexy outfits. The looks of lust on their faces. I enjoyed the way they all looked at me. There was something so… hot about being an object of desire. About exciting those around me.

“Women in Tech like to make men hard,” she continued, as if she was surprised that she even had to tell me this. Like it was something I should’ve already known.

Her voice echoed in my head. I remembered all the visible erections my co-workers would have just from talking with me. From staring at my body. It felt so good to know that I was the one inspiring their erections. It was such a turn on to be admired like that.

“Women in Tech… like to make men hard,” I softly muttered, accepting the words, as I stared into her big brown eyes.

A dozen different thoughts were racing through my mind all at once.

“Women in Tech will do whatever they can to turn men on and get them off,” Sylvia stated.

I thought of Mark, my co-workers, my boss, the clients… Flynn Parson.

“Women in Tech… will do whatever they can… to turn men on… and get them off,” I quietly repeated. The room was spinning.

“Women in Tech love to suck cocks,” Sylvia continued. I thought of the retreat, the handsome client I'd given a blowjob to. It felt so good to make him feel good.

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

Sylvia continued staring into my eyes, her piercing gaze locked onto mine. She smiled. We sat in silence.

My Apple Watch beeped. It was a text from Mark. “Are you coming home soon,” he asked. I looked at the time. I’d been here for nearly forty-five minutes. Had it really been that long? It felt like I just got here. I thanked Sylvia and left her office. As soon as I get into my car I began masturbating, unable to stop the overwhelming arousal that had been building up. My mind was a confused swirl. I was a horny happy mess of intense emotions.

Sylvia called me at work the next day. She told me that the client from before wanted to apologize for his rude behavior. He felt terrible for what he had done and clearly must’ve read the room wrong.

“It was 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 about the other day. I felt terrible. It was all my fault. Of course he read the room wrong. I thought back to how I was dressed. How could he have not thought I was there for sex? How was anyone supposed to take me seriously with my massive tits practically popping out of my top. I was so embarrassed.

“No, I’ll go. I feel bad that this become such a big thing, when it was clearly just a misunderstanding. It’s my fault. I’m the one who should be apologizing.”

“It’s quite alright, dear. Don’t be too hard on yourself. He’s at the same place as before. I told him he could expect you around six.”

After work, I headed back to the hotel and knocked on the client’s door. The man from before answered.

“Please, come in, sweetheart. I’m terribly sorry about the other day.”

“No, it’s my fault, honestly.”

“It’s just… you’re so beautiful,” the client added. “I’ve never seen anyone quite so lovely,” he said with a smile.

“Thanks,” I said, blushing. “You’re really sweet. I feel terrible about what happened.”

I could tell he was once again staring at my tits. I slightly adjusted my top.

Women in Tech like to excite men.

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

“No, please, hun, let me hear your whole spiel. I’m listening.”

I continued with the same rehearsed speech from 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 looked down and noticed the bulge in the client’s pants.

Women in Tech like to excite men.

I subconsciously licked my lips and continued. To the client’s credit, he was doing a great job at remaining professional. Not once did he make an advance, despite his big hard cock pressing against his pants. Poor old man. He was probably so uncomfortable.

Women in Tech are here to please.

I smiled at him and continued with my pitch.

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 down at the bulge in his pants and lustfully 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?” The client asked.I couldn’t take my eyes off the erection. I sank down my knees.

Women in Tech are here to please.

“You’re so…” I muttered as I unbuckled his belt and pulled down his jeans, unable to think about anything else.

His hands clumsily pawed at my tits. I moaned as I pulled his hard cock out of his underwear and wrapped my lips around it. My head bobbed up and down as I continued pleasing the client. I hoped this would make up for things.

Women in Tech need to satisfy their clients.

One hand stroked his shaft while my tongue brushed against the tip, while my other hand brushed against my wet pussy. I slipped 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 deep down my throat.

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

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 continued stroking faster until— beads of sticky, warm cum shot out, covering my exposed breasts.

“Mmmm,” I giggled as I wiped the semen off my skin, the light bouncing off my glazed chest.

I stood up and smiled. “And that’s why you should invest in Women in Tech.”

***

I thought about what I’d just done on the car ride home. It wasn’t cheating. Women in Tech love to suck cocks. Mark knows that. It was just business. I was just pleasing the client. Still… there was no need to tell him about it.

When I finally arrived at home, I collapsed into our bed, exhausted from the past couple of days.

After that, every day after work, Sylvia had a new client for me to visit and each time I told myself I wouldn’t give into 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, I knew I was in trouble.

I knew I couldn’t even try to resist his commands when he ordered me to lay on his bed, and slowly pushed himself inside my wet pussy. I moaned in pleasure as filled me with his big cock. It was 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. 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 a 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, always covering them with their cum. Others loved doggy style, grunting loudly as they slid theirs cock deep into my pussy.

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 satisfy them completely. And I was the best at my job.

My activities had spread to the office as well. I realized it wasn’t fair to my co-workers to tease them like I had without even getting them off. Besides, why waste time masturbating in the bathroom when I had so many sexy studs to fuck me? They were the ones doing me the favor. I was so horny all the time, I needed it. They’re 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 co-worker. Women in Tech need to keep their co-workers 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.

Every morning started with visiting my boss’s office for a quick blowjob. It helped him focus.

And when he would call me back in for my afternoon spankings, it’d always end with him fucking me on his desk.

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 had become a regular occurrence for everyone in the office. Sometimes I wouldn’t even bother to put them back in right away. 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 ried to blow him in the living room or get him to fuck me in the bedroom. It’s not like I wasn’t into it. Even with all my extra activities I was somehow still horny by the time I got home. 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? I didn’t get it. Everyone wanted to fuck me, so then why not him?

I kept trying over the next week or two 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 what I did wrong…

I made up for the lack of sex from Mark with even more sex with my co-workers and clients. At least I didn’t have to beg them for it (unless they asked me to, of course). Anytime I was upset about things with Mark they’d fuck me stupid til I forgot what I was even upset about. They’re so good to me.

One day, a hot guy at the gym came up to me during my squats. He had such a sexy body. I flirted with him, giggling as I playfully squeezed his muscles. He took me into the spa and fucked me 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 were going great at the Women in Tech mixers. A whole bunch of new women had joined recently. They all reminded me of myself when I’d first moved here. Shy, distressed, not using all their assets. I was happy to help 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.

“Gaby!” I heard a voice call out. I turned around. It was two of the girls from the corporate retreat, Sophia, and Nicole. They both had their make-up done in a cool style I had seen on TikTok and the plain pants they originally wore were now replaced with colorful skirts. Sophia looked a lot more outgoing, not nearly as shy. And the judgmental looks I had received from Nicole were now replaced with admiration.

“What are you guys doing here? I thought you were down in LA?”

“We got transferred over,” Nicole replied. “I figured we needed to make ourselves available for opportunities if were gonna take the next steps in our career. And for that we needed to be up here in Silicon Valley.”

“Women in Tech should make themselves available,” Sophia added.

“You two will love it up here. It’s amazing,” I said smiling happily. It was great to see the progress those two had made since I last saw them. It made me happy to see the difference I was making in helping other women in our field. I was so proud.

“People are so jealous when I tell them I got to work with you,” Sophia said.

I laughed. “That’s so cool! Let me know if you ever need someone to show you around.”

After the mixer, I went back home to Mark and watched a movie. Partway through, feeling incredibly turned on, I gently rubbed his cock from the outside of his pants.

Women in Tech like to excite men.

He turned to the side and pulled up the blanket we were sharing. I can’t even get him 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 they were having 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 the last time, so I was surprised when 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. A dick pic from Michael. I replied with a few sexy selfies from earlier.

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

“Who?” I asked.

“Flynn Parson.”

I looked around, 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 said with a smile. “You must be Gaby’s boyfriend. I’ve heard so much about you.”

“Hopefully not about my cooking,” he joked.

I looked down in embarrassment. “Uh, t-thank you for helping Gaby out at work.”

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

“He insisted,” I said apologetically.

Mark made his way around the room, talking to some of the women he spoke with last time. I caught up with Heather and we gossiped about our extra-curricular adventures.

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

I’d never thought of it like that, but it was true. There was something so sexy about a man who had it all. Even if physically they were average, the wealth 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 couple in common, we found out, after listing off the names of the tech executives we had met with. I wondered who they preferred. Hopefully me…

Women in Tech need to be competitive.

Heather was attractive, but not like me. 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 loved them. They were always paying 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 when I was complaining about them rubbing against my bra. I’d never heard that before, but it made perfect sense. I could practically cum just from someone’s touch.

Across the room I noticed Sylvia walking up to Mark. He followed her out the room 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 incredulously. “What did you guys talk about?”

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

“Oh,” was all I could say in response. Why would Flynn Parson be talking to my boyfriend about dog walking? Surely, he had more important things to be doing.

The meetings with tech entrepreneurs continued. Everyone was always satisfied with my work. I was the best 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 strange. He wouldn’t even look me in the eye.

“What’s wrong?” I asked.

“Nothing…”

It obviously wasn’t nothing. Something was really bothering him. After four years together I’d gotten very good at telling when something was wrong with him, and something was definitely wrong. But whatever it was, he just wouldn’t tell me, no matter how many times I asked. We used to be so good at communicating with each other.

What happened to us…