Ben Ablemore brought Abby with him to the three thirty meeting. He wanted her to see what Clark did with his own SecSlave and he wanted to taunt Clark, just a little bit. He’d seen the disappointment in Clark Ayreshire’s dark eyes when Abby failed to recognise him. He knew the prehistories of all the SecSlaves and he hadn’t missed the fact that her previous address was next door to Clark’s home. It was obvious his business partner had had an axe to grind with a certain Bethany Davis. And it was just as obvious that Abby was no longer Bethany Davis and therefore no longer a victory. Ben did wonder, however, if Clark had visited her while she was still under construction. There were phases of the transformation where the old personality wasn’t quite gone and was capable of recognizing and responding to people she used to know.
He knocked on the door and waited patiently. He understood all of his business partner’s tricks for making himself feel important.
Finally Clark opened the door. He couldn’t hide a faint sneer.
“Shultz is already here. You’re late,” he said, his eyes sliding from Ablemore’s to Abby’s. She looked down, automatically and unselfconsciouly.
Clark stepped aside to let them enter. His gaze followed Abby’s pert bottom as she moved past him and into his office.
Brendan Shultz, the head programming engineer, aware of his lower status, shifted from where he was sitting on the couch to the small armchair. Ben sat in the middle of the couch and Abby settled on her knees on the floor next to his feet, placing her laptop on the coffee table.
Shultz looked longingly at her. Of all the betas, she had been the easiest to modify and seemed to be the happiest. He wasn’t sure if the happiness was a result of her own inner self, the innate and instinctual part that wasn’t really touched by the de- and re-construction, or if Ben Ablemore was simply the kind of guy who could make a SecSlave happy.
Once Abby had started up her laptop she let her gaze sweep the room. In her limited experience all the executive suites were basically the same - same white carpet, same dark walnut furniture, same built-in bars. The doors to the bathroom and the bedroom were always in the same location. A part of her idly wondered if that reduced the sense of luxury of having one’s own executive suite.
Another part of her wondered where that poor SecSlave on the wall slept at night. Did she have to stand there or did she have a cubby like herself? The right corner of Abby’s mouth quirked into a small grimace. It wasn’t up to her to say how SecSlaves ought to be treated, but she still didn’t think it was right. She felt certain that the girl on the wall would much rather be between her Executive’s knees.
“Let’s get to business, gentlemen,” began Clark as he unclipped Brynly from the wall. Brynly didn’t have to be told to fix drinks for the men and offer water to Abby, nor did she ask them what they wanted. A list of employees and their preferred drinks - and preferred positions - had been programmed into her head.
Her walk was mechanical, completely unlike Abby’s smooth and graceful movements. Abby stopped paying attention to her, however, when she realized an Executive was speaking and therefore demanded her whole attention. She began to type notes, her eyes on Clark’s mouth.
What Clark hadn’t realized when his cock was up her ass eariler in the day was that Abby knew how to read lips. He’d thought she’d passed the test because she couldn’t hear him and because she didn’t recognize him. But she had understood what his lips were mouthing as he settled her frame atop his.
In the middle of the pleasure of being used she read, “My cock wasn’t good enough for you, you little bitch? Well, now you’re taking it up the ass like a good girl. Look at how needy you are, how eager to please. A year ago you would have had your asshole of a husband show me the door if I’d mentioned anal sex. As it was, you embarassed me in front of everyone at that party just over a little fondle. And now you’re happy to have me in you. Look at you, riding me. I don’t even have to move. I’m just enjoying the sensation of my cock in your tight ass. And, after I cum in you I-”
His orgasm interrupted the quiet monologue. She wasn’t sure if her Executive had heard his partner’s dirty rant and she had been smart enough to pretend she couldn’t.
After Mr Ayreshire had left she told Mr Ablemore what he’d said and he’d laughed, saying, “That Clark has a lot of things to answer for.” When Abby looked confused he said, “I know, sweetie. There isn’t a bad bone in your body. Now let’s type up that monologue of his into a memo and send it to Mr Clock. Tick, tock.” He chuckled at his own humor while Abby jumped to follow his direction.
“Why is she taking notes?” Clark suddenly said, interrupting himself, “She can’t hear me.”
“No, but she can read lips,” said Ben with a straight face. Clark swallowed and blinked as his mind flashed back to his use of her. On the one hand, he had wanted to hurt her by saying those things. On the other, he had delighted in being able to say whatever he wanted, thinking she’d never know.
“I see. Why didn’t you tell me this earlier?”
“I didn’t realize until after you’d left,” Ben lied.
“All betas were programmed with that ability,” said Brendan, “But we’ve made it an upgrade rather than a part of the basic model.”
“Yes, let’s keep it as an option. It’d be good to have upcharges for anything like that,” said Clark, recovering.
Brynly brought the drinks over on a tray and began distributing them. Clark ignored her but Ben and Brendan couldn’t help but take in her thin body and gleaming chains. Abby smiled at her in thanks but Brynly did not respond. She wanted to, she wanted to smile back. A robot does not react to that sort of thing, she reminded herself. Once the guests had their drinks Brynly settled on her knees next to her Executive, one hand holding the tray with his lone drink, the other cupping a breast as if in offering, her eyes focused on the middle distance. Abby found it fetching and kept stealing glances whenever she didn’t have to look at Mr Ayershire’s lips.
“The basic package for the Middle East market should be the same as everywhere else except for primary language programming,” Ben was saying emphatically.
Clark shook his head, “Social and cultural differences are important. We need to take that into account.”
“But that’s something the product will learn post-delivery,” countered Ben, “It’s not like we’re dubbing television, here. The product learns, it adapts, and you know as well as I that half the fun of the fucking product, aside from fucking it, is teaching it.”
Brendan gave a half-smile at his boss’ joke then said, “The product might find it overwhelming to have to learn both social protocol as well as the owners’ personal preferences.”
Clark nodded emphatically, “We want a product that performs well from the very start, that has a certain benchmark for performance. From there the purchaser can customize to taste. For example, Brynly, put the tray on the coffee table and service Mr Shultz.”
Brynly did as she was told. As much as she’d prefer to service her own Executive, it pleased her to pleasure another man at his whim. She mechanically stood and walked two steps before kneeling before Brendan.
“No, I really don’t-” he began.
“Just let her suck you off so I can make my point,” Clark said, sighing melodramatically. Ben laughed and sat back on the couch, prepared to wait and watch. He tapped Abby’s ass with the toe of his shoe and Abby took off her glasses and placed them to the side of her laptop before turning to happily breathe in the scent of her Executive as he spread his legs for her.
The nude SecSlave ran her hands up the outside of Brendan’s pants legs, over the calves and up to the knees. He felt a shiver of excitement. He could still watch Abby while this one had her lips around him, he reasoned. When he glanced over at the other woman he was slightly annoyed to see that she’d be too busy to watch him get some head. On the other hand, he’d get to watch her suck while being sucked on. He swallowed nervously in anticipation and let Brynly part his knees.
Her fingertips travelled up the insides of his thighs and then down to scratch forward along the bottoms of his thighs. He pushed himself toward the edge of the chair and moved his feet. Brynly scootched herself forward, her eyes on his crotch, feeling the excitement build in her own. It wouldn’t be her Executive’s, but it would still be cock. Hard, warm, silky cock. Saliva flooded her mouth in anticipation.
Brynly let her hands run smoothly back up his thighs, this time more of a massage than a tickle. She reached for the zipper of his fly and opened his trousers to her seeking hands. Brendan was wearing tighty whiteys. She briefly had an image of Bruce in the same style of underwear, dancing wildly in their bedroom when the Red Sox won a game. The memory meant nothing to her and was soon replaced by the vision of Brendan’s uncut member exposed by her own touch.
When her warm mouth closed around him, Brendan cleared his throat and closed his eyes.
“She’s good,” Clark said.
“They’re all good,” Ben said as he looked down at the top of Abby’s head. Her black hair was up in its neat bun. She’d redone it during his lunch out of the office, along with cleaning the suite and herself. He rested a hand on the top of her head. It nearly made her come, signaling as it did his satisfaction with her ministrations and his relaxation.
Clark’s nostrils flared and he said, “The programming is alright but it takes a good master to teach subtlety.”
Brendan had to admit the SecSlave was doing a better job than the girls downstairs did while still in the programming stages.
“Wh-what did you teach her?” he managed to stammer as Brynly went from simply holding him in her mouth, tongue swirling round, to bobbing her head up and down, lips tight to keep the suction.
“I taught her to listen,” Clark said, a small smile on his lips, “A good listener can do anything. Try it. Tell her what you want her to do.”
Clark was silent for a moment as he thought about how the woman’s oral service could be any better.
“Please use your teeth, just a tiny bit,” he said to her. Brynly complied immediately, letting her front teeth slide against his skin with the barest pressure. The slight scrape sent shivers from his groin to his ass and all the way up his spine to the base of his neck. A warning tickle that added to the thrill of using her.
“Thank you,” Brendan said. He couldn’t bring himself to pet her bald head. He opened his eyes and glanced at Abby, her face exposed and framed by her hairstyle. He wished it was her between his legs.
“It’s not any more difficult to insert cultural and social information when the product is in the rewrite stage,” Clark said, trying to continue the conversation while Abby couldn’t read his lips. The idea of her suddenly realizing who he was, who she had been, made him nervous and self-conscious. “You might as well dump it in while you’ve got the opportunity. We’re doing it for the Asian market.”
“You could say that of any data, including reading lips or any other ability we want to supply as an upgrade,” Ben said innocently and earnestly.
“So you’re saying cultural and social programming should be considered upgrades or extras,” Clark said after pausing to take a sip from his glass.
Ben nodded and placed another hand atop his SecSlave’s head. Abby felt her pussy melt with happiness. “I can imagine an Egyptian executive delighting in purchasing, say, an Italian-American SecSlave and teaching her all about traditional social mores.” He glanced down at Abby and moved his hands to hold either side of her head. Abby let herself relax as her Executive took control of her movements, bringing her lips closer to his crotch with every bob of her head.
Clark flared his nostrils and took another sip of his drink. He glanced from Abby to Brynly and told himself he preferred the hairless look.
Brynly was listening intently, recording every word of the meeting, while Brendan used her warm mouth. She was blissfully unaware of self, her focus split between the two tasks. Unlike Brynly, who had her programming to aid her, Brendan was having a hard time staying focused on what his bosses were saying.
“I can imagine a very busy man being unhappy to discover he has to pay more for what a conventional secretary would do naturally,” Clark said, his eyes still on Brynly.
“That’s a good point,” Ben admitted. He let go of Abby’s head and she kept the slow, deep pace he’d set up for her. She could tell he didn’t want to cum anytime soon, that he was simply enjoying using her this way. A small part of her felt guilty for not taking notes, especially since she was missing Clark’s contribution to the meeting. “Alright, you’ve convinced me. Most of the clients on the short list won’t have time for extra training. Once we’ve got increased demand and a waiting list we can make it an upcharge. By that time they’ll be willing to pay for it.”
“You’re probably right,” Clark said as he settled back in his chair. He looked from Brynly to Brendan in time to watch his face as he orgasmed. Brynly patiently held him in her mouth, letting her tongue roam over him until he gave a signal that he was done with her.
“Uh, okay, thanks,” Brendan said self-consciously. Brynly took that as the signal. She released his member and tucked it away, zipping up his fly for him before moving back to her Executive’s side. Clark did not acknowledge her and the three men continued their conversation about basic programming for the SecSlaves that would be available to the Middle East.
Brendan found he still had a hard time concentrating. He’d had a meeting with Clark earlier in the day and couldn’t take his eyes off Brynly’s red ass the entire time. He felt that Clark delighted in using and presenting his SecSlave in a way that put visitors off-balance and at a disadvantage. Brendan always left those meetings feeling vaguely unsettled and, five minutes later, would remember all the things he’d wanted to say but had forgotten. Which might have been why Clark hadn’t known that the betas were capable of reading lips.