7 comments/ 27480 views/ 12 favorites Configure Me By: Midnight_Flux Four notes to Mark, from your sister Lillith:- What to do when you find a girl attractive Configure Me Sally stopped and looked at him, a little taken aback, "Okay, why not?" Mark drew in and ran his finger through her hair, the red spilling between his dark fingers as Sally felt her scalp being caressed. Mark's breathing grew heavier as Sally drew in. Mark drawled huskily, "Your hair Sally, it is so beautiful, so reflective, and it looks arduous, strong. It's not dissimilar to the copper piping that I recently purchased from a hardware store." Sally snapped out of her lust-induced daze and gazed at Mark. Tall. Handsome. Dark. Intelligent. Horribly Offensive. "You're horrible." Sally said furiously, before slapping his hand away and storming off furiously. "Wait! Wait!" Mark ran up to her flapping his hands in momentary excitement, "Have I offended you? I really do like your hair, it's just the same colour as copper." Sally looked directly into Mark's open earnest face, "Well, that is slightly more flattering, but it's still not really nice to tell a girl that her hair looks like it came from a hardware store." "Well, it looks like copper, and that's pretty, you're pretty. I know, I shouldn't tell you this, as my sister has told me to consider how I approach women, but you're very, very pretty." Mark was looking between her face to her breasts. "Thank you, you're also, well, a handsome chap. But why has your sister told you to be careful of how you speak to women? That's a bit worrying." Sally wondered if he had a history of stalking or worse. "I have Asperger's apparently. Neurotypicals don't always understand me." "Neurotypical, am I a neurotypical?" Sally looked up at him. "If you find me offensive then probably, yes." "Right, Asperger's, is that like a mild form of autism? I am sure I read about it somewhere." "It is. I like you Sally, a lot." Mark replied tersely. Sally looked at him, her heart yearning to respond by thrusting herself at him, but her head was kept firmly in place, "I've only just started to work with you Mark, so we have to not like each other for now, just be colleagues, then perhaps friends. Okay? I really need to go, I have a cat, she needs feeding. See you tomorrow." "I like cats! Can I see your cat? Can I-" Mark watched as Sally practically sprinted off. He knew he might have done something wrong, but he was not certain what. ------------------------------ "There is a pretty girl with red hair in my office. I don't know what to do. Help me Lillith!" Mark clutched the handset, still feeling stressed from pent-up lust despite having gone for his extra long run to calm his inner tensions. "Well, just don't offend her, be nice to her, don't overwhelm her." Lillith suggested. "That's okay, I have been quite nice to her, though Ryan did not think so. Shall I ask her to be my girlfriend?" Mark postulated. "Well, take it easy there baby, though I also wouldn't worry much about what Ryan thinks, he's not a good person. Just well, play it cool. Go to the office tomorrow, and then after an hour, offer to make everyone coffee." Lillith drawled. "We do not have communal coffee-making culture in our office." Mark responded sternly. "Well, that's not the point, the point is that you can ask everyone if they want a cup of coffee so that you can talk to this girl you like. Just ask her, when you get her cup, how she is, how she is settling in and tell her she can ask for your help if she needs anything." Lillith suggested. "And then what do I do?" Mark asked. "Wait, patiently, wouldn't hurt you some. I'm on a vacation for two weeks-" "Two weeks, why?!" Mark flapped his free hand in worry, Lillith had to be there to help him in his time of need, as she always was. Lillith chuckled though Mark did not see what was so funny, "Patience bro, got a ticket through the post today. New travel company who had heard of my chopper shop offered me a free vacation to the rocky mountains with my bike, staying in five star hotels, free meals in good restaurants, so much, so excited." "Are you going with Kara?" every time Mark thought of Kara a shudder of fear travelled up his spine, though he was lucky to have a spine at all, after Kara jumped on it when they were kids and she was pretending to be a WWF wrestler. "No, apparently it's a pre-selected group with other people involved in the motorcycling industry, It's going to be crazy! I just need to meet the group at midnight down some area of downtown and then we get taken to a secret luxury location. Kinda weird, but who cares with a free vacation right? This is the kind of fantasy vacation I told you about." Lillith's voice heightened with runaway excitement. Mark felt a bit uneasy, he couldn't put a finger on why, "Well, call me, I'll call you, to talk about Sally, that's the name of the girl. Sally." "I will bro, I will. Wish you were here already! Just don't tell mom and dad how I got the vacation, they already worry too much about me." "Night." "Love ya!" ------------------------------ "Would you like a cup of coffee?" Mark loomed over Sally with his tall frame, and held out a plastic tray for her mug. "Can I have tea instead?" Sally looked up smiling, she held her mug up for him to collect. Mark responded sternly, "Not in this particular scenario no." Sally was confused as she was certain there was plenty of tea in the kitchen, "Oh okay, you guys don't have tea?" "We do have tea, both traditional black tea and a selection of flavour- infused herbal teas." Mark said with great precision, but still refusing to take her mug. "Black tea will do fine, thank you Mark." Sally said resolutely, trying to place her mug on his tray. Mark pulled back the tray and responded sternly, "Sally, black tea is not an option, only coffee is available in this scenario. You look pretty by the way, especially in that dress." Sally looked at Mark looming over her. She had decided to come to work wearing a knee-length dress which showed a little cleavage. "Thank you Mark." "It effectively displays your attributes." Mark looked at her breathing heavier, his gaze flickering to her cleavage. Sally began to blush and grow hot from Mark's focus, as his eyes casually surveyed her body, "Tha-thank you, Mark." "I cannot ask you to be my girlfriend as I ought to take it easy." Mark said repeating what Lillith had suggested. "Oh, okay. Well never mind." Mark stood there looming, and Sally, not wanting to be rude by turning her chair kept her gaze shyly on his legs, but then they travelled a bit further up and she caught the distinctive bulge in his trousers. She blinked in shock and looked up at him, thoroughly startled. Blimey, Sally thought. But just as she was about to say something Nina swung by cradling a box of doughnuts and punched Mark's arm, throwing his footing slightly off balance, "I'll have a coffee, white, six sugars. Hey, would you like a doughnut? Got a dozen here, just don't take the one with the maple topping as it's mine." Mark picked up Nina's cup and then sped off to the kitchen having being rudely awoken from his amorous daze. You just showed Sally your arousal! What would Lillith say, call Lillith now. Nina looked at Sally and smiled knowingly, "Eye spy an admirer, with a total hard on! Reminds me of when Alistair, the templar night from Dragon Age, had a hard-on so big it showed through his chainmail." Sally frowned in distress and started tapping out a query in command line, "Do they really allow that in video games these days?" "No, just a little mod I created for the gameplayer community. So, what do you think? Liking Mark already? He's hot isn't he? You're a lucky girl, Mark doesn't tend to shine his light on mere humans, he likes, robots. Really likes robots." "He mentioned something about my hair reminding him of copper piping." Sally recalled. "Smooth, that's Mark. So ask him out to dinner right?"Nina said casually. Sally looked dubiously at Nina, "I don't know, I don't think that's a great idea." "If you don't ask him out, I'll ask him out, now that I have discovered he is into human women." Nina said blithely. "You can't do that!" "Yeah I can, and he'll say yes when I tell him I have a life-sized version of the Tachikoma robot in my bedroom." Sally watched as Nina ruminated on her doughnut in a bovine fashion, her face earnest in its seriousness. ------------------------------ "Lillith, please pick up for the fourteenth time, this is an emergency. I initiated the coffee cup scenario, however I also accidentally displayed my arousal to Sally. I don't know what to do! Call back!" Mark said frantically to Lillith's voicemail. He was genuinely perplexed by Lillith's non-response as Lillith, eventually, always picked up for him. Ryan came padding in, yawning, his face puffy from a lack of sleep. Ryan had come in late which was unusual for him. He rubbed his eyes and yawned again, before giving Mark a funny look. "Oh, uh, hi, hi Mark, how are you doing?" Ryan didn't look Mark in the eye. Mark felt mildly pleased by the avoidance of eye contact as Ryan's gaze was intense and made him feel funny. "I cannot get through to Lillith, and I wish to speak to her as a matter of urgency. She's on a holiday remarkably similar to the one I told you I wanted to get for her birthday." Mark said anxiously. Ryan cleared his throat, "I wouldn't worry about Lillith, I am sure she is fine, very fine, so uh, I've been thinking it's not fair that you, have to work in a distracting open-planned office, when we have that meeting room which no one ever uses. You should move there, I will get you anything you want, the latest machinery, the most ergonomic chairs. Everything!" Ryan said hurriedly. "Okay, but ask Gunther too." Mark said unblinkingly. "Yeah, sure, sure. So, don't worry about anything, because there is nothing to worry about." "Okay, thank you Ryan." Mark was not actually that excited, though the idea of ergonomic chairs and new computers perked him up a little. Perhaps he could also invite Sally into his new office and show her stuff. "Can I invite Sally into my office and show her stuff?" Ryan coughed before replying, "Uh, look, why don't you just ask her out first? If she says no, then I think you should leave it and focus on other women, preferably ones outside of the workplace." "Okay." ------------------------------ Mark resolutely walked over to Sally's table, Sally turned her chair and looked up at him, "Sally, please go out with me, for a date." Sally looked at Nina, Nina glared back, Sally then looked at Mark and said, "Okay, where shall we go?" "I don't know, would you like to come round to my flat?" Sally frowned, "Or maybe a restaurant or the cinema for the first date?" Mark screwed his lips up, "No, no, I don't think so, if you come to my flat, then there are numerous intimate activities we can engage in that would be unsuitable for the public gaze." Nina chuckled and shook her head as she worked. Sally gave Mark a stern look before her gaze softened, she sighed."We'll go to a restaurant in town, you can pick which one as I eat anything. Collect me from outside the Public library at half-past seven and take me to wherever you've chosen. I think that's reasonable." Mark smiled, "Oh, um, okay. So, are you enjoying work?" Sally looked uncertain, "I would enjoy it a whole lot more in Ryan would tell me exactly what I am supposed to be doing. Is he here?" "Yes, he came in late, he looks sick." "Hungover." Nina said knowingly. Sally crinkled her forehead in concern, "Oh dear, maybe I'll leave it until tomorrow." ------------------------------ Mark waited by the San Francisco Public library, worried about how he was dressed as Lillith was still not picking up and therefore could not advise him. In her absence, he had googled for ideas and decided to go with a tuxedo, as was favoured by James Bond who always seemed to attract women. He also bought some roses as women found that romantic, though he did not know why dying plants would stir such joyful emotions. Sally approached Mark, wearing a deep red dress that was just past her knees and her red hair loose around her shoulders. When her earnest green eyes set sight on Mark she had to blink twice. He stood there in a tuxedo clutching a large bouquet of roses that throbbed in the evening breeze. Mark was shuffling his feet like he was about to break into a jig. Still, tall, dark, and excessively groomed, he looked achingly handsome. Mental, you must be bloody mental. When this all goes tits up just you wait to see how much fun it will be crawling into work. Sally thought, kicking herself. Day two and she was already not-so-subconsciously imagining being ravished by her eccentric colleague. Mark smiled widely and thrust out the huge rose bouquet to Sally, "Hello Sally, I bought you these flowers." Sally smiled sweetly, "They are very lovely Mark." She did not want to tell him that it would make walking around an awkward experience. Sally assessed Mark's tuxedo, admiring how his masculine physique filled it out, "You look very nice, but maybe for tonight you can go for a more casual look." Sally, feeling slightly lusty and bold stood on her tip toes, and reaching over, detached Mark's bow tie and slipped it into his pocket; he shifted in surprise. She then swiftly unbuttoned a top button, her pale fingers momentarily brushing his dusky skin, he exhaled and gazed at her curiously. "Sally, you look beautiful by the way." Mark gazed at her intensely, his brown eyes drinking in her creamy contours. "And you're not half bad yourself. Roses, tuxedo, very dashing, so which restaurant have you selected?" "McDonald's" Mark smiled proudly, "Heard of the film Robobatics? They're giving away limited-edition collectibles with their kids meal deals." Sally looked at Mark aghast, he has Aspergers, he has Aspergers, be patient with him. Sally responded calmly, "I don't know Mark, that's a very busy, noisy place, I would prefer somewhere a bit quieter, where we could probably share a glass of wine perhaps?" Mark looked at Sally, a glint of something in his eye, "Then come back to mine. There is a Chinese takeaway close to my home." No, not for a first date, and if you go back to his home goodness know what he might do, he might ravish you, Sally considered. Sally smiled at Mark, "That's not a bad idea." ------------------------------ Mark carried the takeaways back to his flat grinning triumphantly as he did so. He averted his gaze to the sexily dressed redhead by his side. Mark tried to make some natural-sounding conversation, "So, how are you finding our work environment?" Sally gazed at him thoughtfully, "It could be worse, though a bit more direction would be nice, still, I began looking at how I might migrate the database, and the web services that we have which are dependent on the database as it stands, obviously I don't want to affect those too much. What do you think of work?" Mark saw the stoop of his flat, "I find it engrossing, particularly the programming. Gunther is great to work with, and Ryan is a really good boss, though he hates my sister and she hates him." Sally looked concerned, "Oh, how come?" "They went to school together, my sister and her friend bullied him, so he left school. But my sister says he used to be mean to her too, so I believe her." "Well, both could be true, perhaps she bullied him because he was mean to her or vice versa. How did it all begin?" Mark approached the stoop and climbed up, and with one hand located his keys and opened the door, "Something to do with a letter, I don't know. Here we are; my flat is on the top floor." ------------------------------ Sally was actually pleasantly surprised by Mark's flat. She expected something disorderly and crazy, but it was actually incredibly neat though it was coated in lots of robotic figurines, posters and on his coffee table there was a robotic hand with components and circuitry strewn around it. They sat and chatted as they ate, with Mark telling her about all the fictional robots he liked and why. When they finished Sally got up to wash the cutlery, she felt Mark come behind her and hug her, then she felt his large dark hands travel from her rib cage up her red dress until they were under her cleavage. Sally inhaled sharply as she soaped up the cutlery and felt Mark draw closer. He swept away her hair from the nape of her neck and gently bit the lobe of her ear. Sally moaned and felt her pussy moisten as Mark squeezed her breasts through her dress, and pressed his hard on against her back. Both their breathing grew heavier. "Oh Mark." Sally whimpered, her eyelids lowering from desire. Mark pressed his erection against Sally, wishing to tear off her clothes and mount her from behind against the sink; he huskily groaned out, "We should have sex." Sally's eyelids flipped open immediately and placing her hands over his she pulled his hand away and turned around, Mark looked puzzled, "What's wrong?" Sally edged away though Mark followed her pinning her against his kitchen counter, his erection was still very much there, "I don't want to have sex right now." Mark stepped back, "Okay, if you do not want to have sex, go home, now." Mark remembered what his sister had told him about not forcing himself on women, even in difficult situations, but with Sally it was more difficult for him, because she was so beautiful. He needed her out of the house right away and he needed to not be in the same room as her. "Go!" he repeated again coldly. Tears pricked Sally's eyes and she pushed up her bottom lip upset, "You don't want to talk?" Mark wanted to do anything but talk to Sally, "No, please leave." Sally felt the tears roll down and she sniffled in upset, "How could you do this to me when I like you, I really like you." She grabbed her handbag, looked at Mark, shook her head, and walked out. Mark feeling overwhelmed by a rush of emotions felt regretful, but, undressing hurriedly as he did so, he wandered into the shower and began to stroke his long, thick bronzed cock for relief, as streams of water beat down upon his body. ------------------------------ The next day at work Sally did whatever she could to avoid Mark. The same way she avoided him the hours after their unfortunate encounter. When he came to talk to her she would duck around the corner, pretend to rummage through her handbag for non-existent important items, and just generally keep busy. But there was only so much avoiding that could be done, and by lunchtime, she had exhausted herself. "Sally.", Mark said longingly behind Sally as Sally was wandering down the office. Hesitantly Sally turned round and caught him looking at her, his face puzzled, "You didn't call me back." "No, I mean yes, I mean, no I didn't return your calls. Sorry." Sally tensed up. She felt unease as he approached, their colleagues around them to hear whatever details he would not worry about conveying to them loudly. "It was nearly a good night, we could try it again?" He said, his eyes flicking over her. He wanted to tell her that the reason it had nearly been a good night but not quite was due to the lack of intercourse, but he recalled advise that Lillith had given him regarding the appropriate topics to discuss with his colleagues in a work environment. Sally blushed and clearing her throat approached him, "No, I don't think so Mark, we're colleagues, and there are boundaries there." She turned around but him repeat her name, "Sally." She sighed and turned around again, "No Mark. Please, just stop, stop. Not here in front of everyone." Mark looked at her eyes which pleaded with him not to say anything, to be discrete. He did not know what to do, but do as she said, just stop. Configure Me He ran his coffee brown hands through his curly hair, "Okay." He calmly turned around and walked towards his desk. Sally exhaled in relief. ---------------------- Days passed, with Sally getting little help from Ryan, who seemed to be permanently tired and cranky. Nina knew little of what else needed to be done to the website, with the exception of the database migration. Thus Sally decided to wander towards the marketing department who were in the front office by the door. Surely the website would play a part in marketing strategy? Sally saw a beautiful blond woman, wearing a smart red dress flirting with some good-looking guys with trendy hairstyles who were dressed in fashionable T-shirt and jeans. She smiled to herself. Typical digital media marketing types, Sally thought. Sally approached the blond lady, "Hi, I know you guys are marketing but-" The blond smiled at Sally and corrected her, "We're not marketing honey, I'm Candy and I am one of the user interface programmers. This is Trent who deals with front-end web design and Ozzy who programs up some of the game tools." Sally looked at her baffled, "But I don't understand, why aren't we situated by department? And why haven't I been introduced to Trent?" Candy made 'oh-awkward' eyes with Trent who made eyes back, "Yeah, well, Ryan has this idea, that people-centric people should be with other people-centric people. I am not sure how else to explain it." Sally put her hand to her cheek in surprise, "He segregates us by how sociably astute he thinks we are?" Candy grimaced, "Yeah, well, look, you're new here right? Sometimes people start off in the back of the office, and work their way to the front. Hey, where you going? Hey, it's not that bad-" Sally marched towards Ryan's office, her face rouge with fury. ----------- Ryan rubbed his head in anguish, exhaustion. Maybe I should have just poked her on Facebook like normal people. He heard a knock on the door, yawning he called in weary response, "Come in." Sally walked in, looking her boss sternly in the eye, she closed the door gently behind her and sat down in the chair opposite him. "Ryan, I just went to speak to the people I thought were marketing, and it turns out they are not marketing." Ryan exhaled sharply "Yeah, yeah, that's true." Sally's annoyance overcame her natural reserve, "You don't think it's ridiculous that people are sat next to each other not based on the tasks they need to complete but based on likeability? Also, why do you get to decide who is likeable and who is not. It's terrible!" Ryan shrugged, "It was Gunther's idea. He found one of his colleague's annoying and asked to be sat as far away from him as possible. Soon people were just naturally rearranging themselves. Who am I to get in the natural way of things?" Sally responded passionately, "Well, you're the managing director. It's your job to get in the way of the natural way of things." Ryan averted his gaze, "Yeah, well, recently, it's just felt that maybe I am not as in control of stuff as I would like to be." "Perhaps you worry too much about what the people around you think, which is why you don't give them what they, and you really need, which is a bit of direction and some boundaries." Sally pushed up her glasses, as if to emphasise the point. Ryan's eyes lit up, "You are, completely correct. That is totally it!" Sally was taken aback by his overenthusiastic reaction, "Well, that's lovely, but really, asides from being mildly irritated that I am considered socially-undesirable by my boss, I would quite like it if perhaps you could arrange a meeting with the various people involved in web development?" Ryan cocked a self-satisfied eyebrow, "Screw a meeting, we can go one better than that!" Sally batted her eyelashes in intrigue, "How?" "A party, everyone together, yeah, a kickass party." He smiled. ------------------------------ 2 weeks later-day of the party. "It's bad enough having a party with them, but in costume? Com'mon!" Nina scoffed, gazing at the 'people-centric' end of the office. She bit into her doughnut bitterly. Sally looked at Nina sympathetically as she ate an apricot yoghurt, "Well, I understand it might seem a bit odd, but don't you think it would be lovely to mingle?" Nina looked at Sally as if Sally was mad, "Mingle, with them? Fuck, this means I am going to have to talk to Brad the head animator and listen to his stupid stories of his surfing vacations, then I am going to have to respond with conversation that suggest I don't find him totally boring, because that's what mingling with people you don't want to mingle with is about. God Ryan is a fuck head, and you, you're chief fuckhead for provoking him." Sally smiled, "I didn't mean to be a fuckhead." "What you going to do about Mark?" Sally bit her lip and looked over at Mark, who had been completely ignoring her since she told him to stop pursuing her, "I am not sure, it's just, when he came out with just asking for sex, it was not particularly nice." "What would you like him to have done?" Nina asked. "I don't know, kept quiet, said the right things. Though really Nina, it was how he was afterwards that vexed me, he was just not very nice." Sally shifted and picked an imaginary fleck of dust off her dress in self-conscious awkwardness. Nina waved a chunk of doughnut around dramatically, "Of course he wasn't, he had a boner and he was confused. He was like a caveman who had speared a woolly mammoth only to see it gallop off." "Thank you for the oversized dinosaur comparison." Sally said sarcastically. Nina chewed on her doughnut with renewed vigour, "Seriously, you need to be more sympathetic to the guy, even if you don't find him attractive." "That's the thing, I do like him, a lot actually, but I just don't really want something complicated, and he is very complicated." Sally pondered. "Okay, but if you asked me, if you really liked the guy you would find a way to make things simple." Sally listened carefully to Nina who was normally completely wrong where people and relationships were concerned. But then realising Nina was right, Sally then considered the advise that she had given Ryan a few weeks back. Sometimes you need to give people what they really need, which is a bit of direction. "Thanks Nina, you've given me an idea for my costume." ------------------------------ Mark went to the party because Gunther went but he was scowling as he shared a virgin cocktail with Gunther who was dressed in a rabbit outfit but wearing a vampire cape with fangs. Mark had decided not to dress up as he was not in the mood. "Gunther, I thought you were going to dress as a vampire chinchilla, so why are you in the guise of a vampire rabbit?" Mark observed. "Stupid shop didn't have a chinchilla outfit, they're the ones losing the custom. Anyway, why am I worrying about your opinion, what are you dressed as? A member of the plebeian masses?" "I am dressed as me.", Mark responded with smooth aplomb. "Your dressed as yourself? Let's see if you score with the chicks with such lameness." Gunther guffawed confidently, his large rabbit ears trembling as he did so. Just then Candy strode over, dressed as a scantily-clad Dalmatian, she looked at Mark, up and down and drawled, "Dance floor, now." Mark handed Gunther the virgin cocktail and said, "Okay." Candy dragged Mark onto the dance floor where some disco was playing and thrust herself against Mark bosom first. "It's strange that we are co-workers but we have never talked, even though we're both compiler programmers, don't you find that strange?" Candy drawled huskily. "No, it's not strange at all. We work on different development phases." Mark responded succinctly as he felt Candy's well-toned thigh wrap around his own. Candy flipped her blond hair over her shoulder as she laughed heartily, "Oh Mark, you're so witty, brainy, big, and strong, how come you're so strong?" "I use weights a lot, my sister told me to do so as a deterrent against people picking on me." Mark said as Candy's fingers seemed to find their way around his back, under his trousers. He felt uncomfortable. He yearned with all his heart that Sally still liked him, so that he could feel uncomfortable with Sally instead. He yearned even more that he knew what he had done to make her stop liking him. If Lillith had not gone on vacation and turned off her phone then he would have known what to do. He was lured out of his melancholy thoughts by a silvery glimmer that caught his eye. For stood in front of him was a beautiful metallic robot, sheathed in a glittery silver tight top, knee-length skirt and leggings with tin foil stuck on. Her hair was red and her lips painted a bronze tone. It was Sally. Sally looked painfully on as Mark danced with Candy, there was no way she could compete with a creature like Candy, physically perfect, and apparently 'people-centric'. Sally was alone with no one to talk to as Nina had snuck into the janitor's closet earlier with Brad the animator. Feeling insecure, she folded her arms and cursed herself as the aluminium tinfoil on her torso and forearms crumpled up. She had been so stupid to think her idea was any good. Mark looked at Sally, her curves accentuated by the glorious aluminium shine, and felt his cock grow, unfortunately it was growing right against Candy who looked at him with joyful wide eyes, "I can feel that, want to go somewhere and talk about it?" Mark swallowed nervously as Candy's fingers were fully down the rear of his trousers, her nails digging into his bottom, "Uh, no, I would like to go to talk to Sally however, she looks good as a robot." Candy's face and demeanour dropped in disappointment, "Oh, okay, well it was great to talk." Mark said nothing back to Candy and made a beeline for Sally. "Hello Sally, you're dressed as a robot." Mark drawled, admiring her twinkly exterior. "And you're dressed as, as-" "Myself." "Well, I always like your costume." Sally nudged him fondly. Mark grinned and wrapped his arm around her back, hearing the foil crumple at his touch, "Do you want to come into my office Sally? I have a new chair and computer." "Does your door have a lock?" Sally whispered into Mark's ear. "Yes." "Then I would very much like to see this new chair of yours, and the computer." Sally said. Mark's gaze met her eyebrows rather than her eyes, but she didn't mind. Sally led Mark into his office. When they were in there, she closed the door and locked it. "Mark, I don't know if you've noticed, but for tonight, I am a robot." Sally said. "I have noticed, you look...wonderful." Mark said, his fingers running down the foil of her arms. "Do you know what you need to do to robots to get them to behave Mark?" Sally teased. "What must I do?" Mark asked stepping closer. "Follow the instructions and configure me." Sally shivered in pleasure as Mark ran his fingers down the back of her hands before interweaving his fingers between her own. "Configure you how? Where do I begin?" Mark asked nervously as he did not want her to dislike him again. "There are things you can say, sensors that you need to press, to initiate me. Once you do so, my purpose is then to bring you pleasure." Sally drawled as seductively as possible, attempting to channel Marlene Dietrich. "Pleasure?" Mark was curious, wondering what type of pleasure she alluded to. "Touch you and talk to you until you're, you're, um, very aroused, and all that." Sally said. Mark stammered, "Yo-your're going to have se-" "Ssh, if you're going to configure me, I prefer it if you touch me like you want to have sex with me, without telling me directly you want sex. Just to begin with, at least." Mark gently took Sally's hand and cocked a smile, "Of course." Mark slid his hands down Sally's silver metallic mesh skirt, feeling her pale skin against his large dark hand. He exhaled sharply, "Can I remove your casing so that I can touch you more?" Sally rocked against his hand, "Yes." Sally dragged the top she was wearing over her head, bits of tin foil rained on her as they became unstuck. As she did this, Mark placed both his hands underneath the elasticised lining for the mesh skirt and dragged that and her leggings, her plain black panties down, until it fell around her ankles. Sally sat on the large semi-circular oak meeting room table behind her, gazing at him. She felt exposed as his eyes drunk in her curvy plumpness and her near ethereal paleness. Red hair shimmered around her shoulders. She crossed her arms and legs suddenly feeling self-conscious. "Don't cross your arms, you're wonderful." Mark said hoarsely. Mark kept his eyes on Sally as he rolled his jumper over his head, unbuttoned his shirt, revealing a tawny well-toned body. Sally bit her lower lip and smiled slightly. Mark smiled back as he unbuckled at Sally, "What are you smiling at?" "Whatever will come next I suppose." Sally responded faintly, cocking her head to one side. Mark unzipped his trousers, wearing nothing but boxer-shorts with a circuit-board print pattern. "Please can you tell me, what will come next Sally?" Mark said obviously struggling to control his instincts, and placing his trust in Sally to make the moves. He didn't want to scare her again. "You're going to step closer to this table." Sally said with as much self-assurance as she could muster. Mark stepped closer and his erection tenting his boxer shorts and said with nonchalant confusion, "Am I configuring you or are you configuring me in this scenario?" Sally stretched out her toe and traced it down Mark's inner thigh, his cock to stirred, "I think a little bit of both." Mark stepped closer and cupped her head with his hands, and kissed her deeply, lips first, and then slipped his tongue between them. He was desperately trying to control his desire to pin her down and fuck her. Sally pressed her palm against his chest, forcing him to break the kiss, "Kiss me everywhere." Mark looked at Sally, the tip of his cock brimming with pre-cum, and planted urgent kisses along her jaw line, her neck, her shoulders. His large dark hand found her small pale fingers and intertwined her fingers between his own. Breaking his kiss and slightly dropping his head, he ran his tongue between the cleavage of her plump tits, greedy for her. He looked at her as he realised he had deviated from her instructions to kiss and not necessarily anything else. He hoped his violation of her instructions and his greed had not upset her. "I'm sorry, you said I should kiss you and that was not a --" Mark apologised, though he was still hard for her. "It does not matter, I just want you to touch me. Keep touching me, keep kissing me." Sally moaned, feeling so unbelievably wet in anticipation for him. Emboldened by her words his eyes flicked to her own, for once enjoying the intensity of the eye contact as he grasped a pale breast in his dark hand and kissed the pink nipple before working his kisses down the rise of her stomach, her mound, until finally he was on his knees and at her moist cunt. Mark had been reading in preparation for this much hypothesised moment with Sally, and had researched what women wanted, thus he understood what he needed to do. He spread Sally's legs wide apart with his strong hands. Mark then placed gentle teasing kisses down her thighs, her legs and then cradling her feet, placed small kisses on her ankles. Sally gasped in delight each time his lips pressed against her skin. Mark worried that he had not kissed her sufficiently to configure her so that she would then bring him pleasure, and his cock was straining against his boxers for Sally's own touch. He straightened his back, stood up and looked down upon her. "Please can you...can I ask you something?" Mark whispered in her ear. He ran his fingers over the back of her hand before grasping it and placing it on his groin, "I don't know how synchronised our mutual configuration is, but I do know that I-" Sally placed a finger on Mark's lips, to silence him, "You want me to touch you?" "Yes, touch me, touch me here.", Mark pressed Sally's hand to his groin again and groaned as she began to rub tentatively at first, the cotton of his boxers slipping pleasantly over the velvety skin of his cock. Then her rub grew more insistent. She stopped and yanked his boxers down over his hips. His engorged cock to sprung free. Mark groaned, a fire in his eyes as he gazed hotly at Sally. He then gave her one final kiss and unable to wait any longer, plunged his thick cock into her pussy as his coffee-coloured fingers pressed into the milky white skin of her thighs. His dark cock brushed against the light auburn curls that coated her wet cunt. Sally moaned in pleasure and bucked against him, throwing back her hair as Mark pulled and pushed into the tight squeeze of her pussy. Her breasts bounced with each thrust. Mark closed his eyes and cried a feral growl as his balls slapped against Sally's spread thighs. His cock throbbed with each tug and push. He opened his eyes and his balls tingled a little more just from seeing Sally's tits jiggle from each hard thrust. Mark fucked her harder, her wetness, her sweet cries of encouragement goading him on, unveiling a more primal instinct in him. Beads of perspiration dripped down his belly. Mark looked at Sally and slowing down muttered, "This is not enough, I need more." Sally felt her heart drop as she anticipated her worst romantic disappointment yet until she felt Mark pick her up and then carrying her over to his new ergonomic chair, with his large cock still planted with delicious discomfort in the tight contours of her pussy. Sally felt a bit concerned that Mark might drop her, as if his social clumsiness might translate to physical awkwardness. Thankfully it did not, Mark artfully sat down on the chair. "I want more from you." Mark groaned as his tongue flicked across Sally's rosy pink nipple, before suckling it, his dilated gaze engaging with her own. Sally spread her legs and straddled Mark placing her hand on his dark shoulders and gripping it as she plunged down on the full girth of his cock, feeling deliciously filled by his hardness. She slowly rose and fell as Mark flicked his tongue across her engorged nipples and then began kissing her cleavage, his hair tickling her breasts. Mark placed his hands on her hips and drove her up and down, she moaned, turned on by Mark's delicious forcefulness. "Kiss me Sally.", he demanded roughly. Sally dropped her head forward towards his, her red hair brushing against his face as she kissed his lips. She growled as she plunged down on him, the friction of his cock in her cunt making her cry out from the rough pleasure. Mark's ergonomic chair wobbled under their passions. "God you are big." Sally moaned as she bucked against him, her clit slapping against his groin. "No one has ever called me God before." Mark groaned in response. Sally chuckled, and gripped his hand. He suckled her nipple extra hard, causing a sweet jolt of pleasure to shoot from her nub to the bud of her clitoris. Her pussy spasmed around Mark and she groaned, pulling him into her by his shoulder, she rocked her hips and squeezed her pussy s she felt it convulse, her body became overwhelmed with an orgasmic rush, a wash of delicious pleasure started from her clit and radiated throughout her body. She cried out and threw her head back, closing her eyes from the enveloping sensations. Mark groaned as he felt Sally's cunt convulse around his engorged prick, his balls tightened and his cock felt like a rod of pure heat as his desire to cum overwhelmed him. He bucked against Sally with additional forcefulness, feeling her sweet cream coat his cock with its warm stickiness. He groaned as he felt his balls tightening. With one last hard thrust he began to cum, hot squirting jism jetting into her core.