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The next morning,
Takira heard a buzzing sound in her bedroom. She woke up and saw the panel of
the wall had slid open. With one eye open, she was trying to get accustomed to
the synthetic light. Rigidly, she put one foot in her office room, then the
other. She yawned. She stretched her arms and legs. All she needed was a cup of
coffee. She yawned again. Then she saw a panel from the wall had automatically
revealed a sort of kitchen. It had a small water tap with drainage. It also had
a small table with tiny cubes on it. She took a closer look, noticing some cubes
had different colors. Some were green, red or purple. She decided to taste one.
“This one tastes like
kiwi.” She noticed.
“Raspberry,” She
thought after tasting the purple cubes.
“Strawberry! My
favorite ones!” She smiled delighted.
After she finished
eating, a plastic cup appeared with water in it.
“Too bad it isn’t
coffee,’ she thought.
She walked to her
computer; she placed her cup on the desk and pressed a few buttons. Her next
appointment would arrive in one hour. The time was 7 am. She put her clothes
on. Her body ached for the bathroom. She slowly left her office, heading for
the bathroom at the end of the hall. She looked at the ordinary door, which had
no symbols. She decided to find a secretary to ask for more information. After
a long time, she finally managed to find a secretary.
“Where is the
bathroom?” She asked the secretary with a low voice.
The female secretary
explained it. It was the same ordinary door as Takira suspected. Still, she had
doubts about it.
“Are you new here?”
The secretary asked.
“Yes, I am. I’m still
trying to get accustomed to it. Thank you for helping me.” Takira said.
“I think I understand
your problem.” The secretary continued.
She walked to her desk
and opened one of her drawers. When she found what she was looking for, she
handed it over to Takira. The company girl looked at it; it had a triangle
shape made out of cardboard, covered with a small layer of plastic.
“The toilets are
usually much occupied, even at this early hour. It’s a unisex bathroom. With a
little bit of luck, a urinal may be free. What you have in your hands is an
urination funnel; unfold it with your hands. If you’re lucky, use the regular
toilets. However, don’t forget to press the button after you’re finished for
instant incineration,” the secretary explained dryly.
Disgusted, Takira looked at the folded funnel.
“Don’t worry, it’s a
spare,” The secretary assured her.
Changing the subject,
Takira said: “What about coffee, where can I get it?”
“If you’re lucky, it
will be provided in your office. However, the company decides what you can
drink each day.”
Despite being
disappointed, Takira thanked the secretary again and headed for the toilets. It
was crowded; she stood in front of a urinal. A man was standing next to her; he
was minding his own business. She unfolded the funnel and unzipped her pants.
She slowly looked at the darn funnel. Then she carefully brought it against her
vagina. At first, only a few drops went through the funnel, then it quickly
turned into a convincing stream. She was pleased it worked. Even the last drops
were no problem. She cleaned her hands and her pee aid at the sink.
She slowly returned to
her office. Her appointment would arrive shortly. She undressed herself and lay
on the bed, waiting. A man entered her room. She shivered. It was the same
horrible man from yesterday; Yithzu Tsuno.
“Welcome
back, Mister Tsuno,” she tried to say politely.
“Spare the
chit chat, whore,” The man said harshly.
“I’m not a
whore. As a matter of fact, how come you’ve got another appointment? There are
many other men who’ll require my services. It’s impossible to get another
appointment that fast.”
“I know one
of the secretaries. And yes, you’re a whore!”
“Look, I’m
a company girl. I don’t get paid for this job. Luckily I’m registered, so you
have no foot to stand on.”
“Chill out,
slut! I can call you whatever I want. Now, get on the bed.” Tsuno said.
“No, I won’t!”
“Get on the
bed, or else.”
“Or else
what?”
“I know
your boss, Tomaka. If you don’t want me to have a
talk with him, you better make my day!”
“I refuse.”
She said firmly, folding her arms.
Tsuno said
nothing but he quickly left her office. He cursed and he went to Tomaka’s
office. He barged in. The boss, surprised at Tsuno’s unscheduled appointment,
quickly placed the women’s underwear from under his nose, into his drawer. The
angry man ignored Tomaka’s secret and said: “The company girl refuses her
services at her office” He shakily said, trying to calm down.
“What?”
Tomaka asked, his thoughts elsewhere.
Tsuno
carefully reiterated what he said.
Tomaka looked
at him for a moment, considering what he should do.
“Maybe you
could teach her a lesson, Tsuno. Don’t bother me again with your childish manners.
Here, take this.” The man threw the remote control over to Tsuno.
“How does
it work?”
“Figure it out for yourself. Now
get out!” Tomaka impatiently said.
Tsuno left
the office and Tomaka resumed his daily habits. Takira was on her bed resting and
didn’t notice that the angry man had returned.
“Whore,” he
empathised, “look what I have here.”
Takira
reluctantly obeyed out of curiosity. A moment of silence passed. Then she
recognised the object she never saw before.
“THE REMOTE
CONTROL!” she thought.
She got up,
headed towards Tsuno. She jumped, because Tsuno held the remote up high and she
wasn’t as tall as him. The man backed off and kept her away.
“If you don’t
do what I say,” the man threatened her, “I’ll make you suffer. I wonder what this
pain button does.”
The woman,
not impressed said: “Go ahead. As long I don’t have to engage sexual
intercourse with you.”
Tsuno was
disappointed; his mind raced between thoughts. His head became slightly red.
“Damn, this
woman is hard to get,” were one of his thoughts.
He looked
at the remote control once more. He saw the “orgasm inhibition” setting was
activated. Tsuno
didn’t object to that. In fact, he thought, lots of women would want this.”
Desperately,
the man said to Takira: “What about orgasm inhibition? Do you want to have that
setting turned off?”
The girl
couldn’t believe her ears. The only thing she craved for, in the hands of this
lunatic. Her vagina became wetter then usual. Her breathing increased
noticeably. Takira’s hands trembled. Finally she gathered her courage to say
something.
“Turn that
setting off! I’m quite sure we can put our differences aside.”
She crawled
onto the bed, spreading her legs.
“Come on
here! Don’t hesitate now!” Takira told a stunned Tsuno.
The man,
glued to the floor, watched Takira. He didn’t expect this. Tsuno nervously
switched the setting off. Then he automatically got on the bed, still with the
remote in his hands. He undressed himself and started pounding her. Takira
moaned harder than usual.
“Faster!”
she instructed Tsuno.
The man
obeyed. He came to his senses and activated the lowest pain setting. The woman
instinctively puffed more. The man activated a higher setting. Takira’s moans
and puffing increased dramatically. Tsuno, still not satisfied, increased the
setting once more. Takira’s sounds were getting louder and faster. The man,
trying to keep up with the pace, increased the setting for its highest level. Soon
Takira was convulsing irregularly, her breasts rose and descended rapidly. Her
erect nipples, red and swollen were clearly visible. After the last pound,
Tsuno rested his head on her breasts. Both Tsuno and Takira had their lasts
puffs, which now slowly subsided. Tsuno retreated from Takira and headed for
the sink. He washed himself more than thoroughly. The woman, still recovering
from her first orgasm in years, watched Tsuno. He was still washing himself.
“What’s
wrong with you? We had wonderful sex. Instead of hugging each other longer, you
just wash yourself and you don’t seem to quit it.” Takira said softly.
The man
paused for a moment.
“I have to
remove the sweat! I can’t believe I was attracted to you. Above all, you had an
orgasm! I feel filthy. The smell, I can’t get it off! It’s horrible. What am I
to tell my wife?” the said, again concentrating on washing.
“There’s no
shame in that. I had several clients and you knew that beforehand,” she said,
trying to comfort him.
The man was
now even washing faster and harder.
“It’s
filthy, it isn’t right. Your sweat is on my body and my sweat is on yours. I
have to get it off. And a woman, having an orgasm, it’s just perverse! I’m
trying to scrub off the sweat, it seems it dried on my skin because I still
smell it!” the desperate man said.
All of the
sudden, he got dressed and left her office. He walked away as quickly as he
could, with the remote still in his hand. His shirt was not entirely tucked in.
His shoelaces were not properly tied. He stumbled against the office door when
he left, then he stumbled against a wall several times. Then, when he was
waiting for the elevator, he leaned on the wall, still shaking. When the
elevator door opened, he raced into it, pressed a button as quickly as he could
and gave a sigh of relief when the elevator door closed completely. But
involuntarily, his thoughts were still with Takira.
“Why am I
attracted to that perverted girl? Why did I enjoy rubbing my body against hers?
Why am I sick? Why did I enjoy hearing her have an orgasm? I wish I could get
rid of this darn smell.”
He decided
to finish his work at his office. But quickly he found himself unable to work
normally. Then he did the most peculiar thing in his life: he took a day off
and went to a pub to drink away his office problems.
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