This chapter continues the "Purple letter" story about life of two inflatable guys Chris and Ed in the female dominated world. This time they are employed in the tech company run by their owners. It is a challenge to work at office full of attractive and flirty girls.

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"What the hell do you mean, they can’t work for me!" Amber yelled.

 "They can work, but you can’t legally employ them, boss." answered Mrs Wootz, our HR director. "Those boys are yours and Michelle’s. You can’t both own them and pay them a salary, it is considered to be a conflict of interests and a tax fraud by the law."

 Ed and I stood in the HR room, where old Mrs Wootz presided surrounded by her lesser minions - Yena and Dafna. Assistants looked quite peculiar.

 Yena is a brown, curly and quite thick chick. Clad in a cream colored blouse that hugs her voluptuous breasts. Guess, she gained from all the sitting work, but as long as the rest of her was hidden behind the desk I could just see her face and bust, the latter certainly attracted my attention. Judging by Yena's wide smile she didn't mind. Even more, she adjusted her corporate badge stating "Yena Roofus, Jr HR consultant" and accidentally popped open the upper button of her blouse.

 Dafna is different in almost every aspect. She's tall and slender with blue eyes and a neat blonde ponytail. Her chest is quite small yet perky with those pointy nipples poking her blouse from within. Dafna didn't bother to play flirting games, she just stared indecently at my friend Ed, unceremoniously inspecting his tightly inflated body, maybe mentally stripping him out of his new stretchy pants and shirt.

 "But I paid for him with my own personal money. So Michelle bought Chris. And there was no discount on these guys. Boyshops sell fresh shipments at a premium, because, you know, what's left on the shelves after a month are uneducated jobless criminals with IQ of a trained monkey. So, of course, I want some return on my money eventually. From their salary."

 I've been both flattered and embarrassed by Amber's words. Once again reminded that we are in fact property, yet quite expensive if not outright a luxurious one.

 "There are some options, boss."   Mrs Wootz said.

 "First of all, you can eventually free them from your patronage. However that is a difficult process, the boys have to be on adoption for years before they are considered officially ready for that.

 Alternatively you can sell them or give them away to some other woman. Conflict is resolved, but in this case she'll get all the money they earn, so you probably don't want this.

 And there is a third way. You lease them to the company or refund your expenses. If you do so Chris and Eddie would belong to Easylab and effectively work for free. Yet it means we all as a company make more profit. Michelle and you would still be guardians and may, well, take care of them after the workday."

 "Share them with everyone? Nice try, old crook. If you want a boy for yourself, buy one." Amber frowned.

 "Nonsense. I'm just giving legal advice.'' said Mrs Wootz, trying to suppress a mischievous smile.

 "Actually, having some extra inflatable boys around might be good for the climate in our collective, I don't mean we can, well, actually use them ..." started Yena.

 Dafna interrupted her. "I really wish you were right, Yena, but the impact on the working climate would be exactly opposite. Our girls are often distracted by the presence of Jeff. Now we'll have two more balloon boys onboard. I think we need to enforce some rules of behavior."

 "Rule number one: no-one touches Eddie, he's mine." Said Amber giving a good spank to Ed's ass. "Rule number two: no one touches Chris - he belongs to Michelle, she's CTO, my best friend and you better don't mess with her."

 "Eh, watch, but don't touch?" Yena smirked.

 "Let me make it clear. We aren't a strip club. We are software developers. We need more competent people. It turns out that we have to hire more boys now, inflatable ones, of course. It is the new normal - deal with it. Pretend to be professionals." Amber forgot to remove her hand from Ed's butt, while scolding HR girls.

 Dafna barely refrained from giggling, "Mrs McRae, you are right, of course. We are professionals, yet we are mostly heterosexual women and there is a shortage of quality men around, so with three attractive boys parading through the office back and forth and some conflicting signals upper management is sending us..." Now Amber hastily removed her hand from Eddie's inflatable ass. Dafna continued, "Well, I mean girls can be distracted or annoyed by constant teasing."

 "We'll figure it out eventually, I believe. Maybe, we'll buy more boys to, well, satisfy excessive demand. But for now the rule is: no touching, groping, squeezing and lewd talking. If the situation becomes too heated - we'll have to temporarily deflate boys to remove the distracting factor." - said Amber.

 "Actually, that happens to our Jeff regularly." - admitted Yena.

 "But how can we work at all if we get deflated every now and then?" I complained.

 "Just don't provoke girls, Chris." Amber's answer didn't explain anything at all, she seemed very annoyed and outright angry. Her instructions weren't clear nor were they feasible, yet arguing with an angry boss was probably even worse.

Amber continued: "I'm tired of all this nonsense, I pay the Human resources department to hire people, settle legal questions, resolve the conflicts between employees. But in reality, Michelle and I find candidates, and now I’m supposed to settle legal problems and conflicts. Do your job, girls! I'm a busy person." with these words Amber stormed out of the HR room.

 Yena and Dafna just sighed. Mrs Wootz got back to typing. "I'll figure out the formalities. You two - guide Chris and Eddie to their teammates, developers and designers."

  Dafna escorted Ed to the spacious room - the domain of designers. Yena and I went further along the corridor.

"Hope, you boys aren't well, scared." - cooed Yena. - "No one is going to harm you. But, just to be on the safe side, in case of anyone doing something wrong - you know where to find me." - she smirked.

 "Sure, miss..."

 "Oh, just call me Yena. By the way, you are cute. Michelle was lucky to find you, how come you ended up in a boyshop?"

 "I... Had no girlfriend, no job. Then got the purple letter. That's the usual script."

 "I knew that, but I thought that system is mostly for antisocial men, some ugly, worthless, predatory - guess this is not about you and Ed. You are educated, have some useful experience and are good looking. That doesn't click with being jobless and lonely."

 "Simple. No one hires organic men now, it's easy to lose a job and almost impossible to get a new one. My ex decided it was a good time to dump me, when I lost my job."

 "Ouch. Her mistake."

 "Gina told me, that she suddenly realized she was lesbian when I was broke."

 "That explains why she gave up such a hunk." - cooed Yena.

 "You are so sweet, Yena. After the change I already got used to different treatment, well, everyone reminds me I'm a property..."

 "No problem, glad you are with us, Chris. I know you belong to Michelle, but I still can check your sexy bum." - she giggled.

 "You are quite attractive, too. So, a correction: I'm considered to be either property, or a sexual object."

 "You say it, like it is a bad thing."

 "I know, women were treated like that for a long time, and it was bad, wasn’t it?"

 "They say so. I don't know. No boy ever tried to slap my ass, talk dirty, make advances towards me. Men are cautious and it really irks me. Sometimes I wish I was born in a less prude time."

 "But you can always get a boyfriend and do whatever you want with him..."

 "I'm single." - confessed Yena. - "Of course I can save for a month or two to buy a guy. But this is not what I really want."

 "Why not? He would do everything you wish ..."

 "Exactly. I want exactly the opposite. I want him to do everything he wishes to me." - Yena sighed.

 "So, you just want a dominant guy, don't you?"

 "Yes. Or at least someone bold. I'm fucking tired of always leading. Guys are either very shy, or totally primitive jerks. Both types turn me off."

 "Well. I'd rather not pursue a woman these days, too risky. But that shouldn't be a problem for you. Just tell your shy boyfriend to be more active, give him permission to play top and he'll do his best. As to the low IQ baboons, they can act like dominant males naturally, if they overdo it you can always pull the plug."

 Yena and I entered the lift. She pressed a button, doors closed. There was a mirror behind her, which allowed me to check her round ass out. She was dressed professionally: a strict cream colored blouse and a knee long gray skirt. Yet three upmost buttons of her blouse were off, now exposing a plenty of her bountiful bust and the deep cleavage. Said skirt was by no means skimpy, yet quite snug and hugged Yena's wide hips tightly. Too tightly. A zipper on the back of her skirt wasn't handling the strain and slid down a bit exposing white satin fabric of her panties.

 She looked behind tracing my sight and gasped, - Ouch. Seems like I have a little malfunction. Can you help me, Chris?

 Yena turned around and bent forward slightly.

 I hesitated.

 "Is it OK? Amber said no touching allowed."

 "Actually, she said that we can't touch you, guys. Not the other way around."

 "Eh, do you always take what your boss says literally? But okay, nevermind."

 With these words I grabbed her skirt zipper with one hand and tried to pull it up. Of course, it was stuck, so I had to pull together loose ends of the fabric feeling over Yena's skin just above her white panties. Still zipped refused to go up, so I had to pull the zipper down a bit to free it.

 At this awkward moment the lift stopped, chimed, and doors started to open. I quickly removed my hands from Yena's ass. Too bad I left her skirt in an even less decent state, with so much Yena's bottom visible in the gap.

 We sidestepped out of the lift into a corridor hall, past two other employees. Thank goodness, they both were too busy discussing some scientific topic to notice me and the distressed state of Yena's dress. She gently dragged me to the nearest corner and let me fix the zipper.

 "Aww, thanks, Chris."

 "No problem. Gotta say, you have a hot butt, Yena."

 She turned around and stepped closer, pressing me into the wall with her massive chest. My inflated body bounced, absorbing her push.

 "Do you know what I want so bad now, Chris?" - she murmured, leaning her lips close to my ear.

  "Tell me."

 I put my hands on her voluptuous hips, while she hugged me, touching the sensitive air valve on my back.

  "I want to steal you. Pull your plug. Squeeze all the air out of you. Toss you into my purse and smuggle home to have a wild night. But I can't. Michelle would kill me."

 "She would be mad if she saw us here."

 Yena sighed and released me finally.

 "This will be our little dirty secret, right?"

 "Sure thing, sexy. We'll be cautious."

***

 Soon we got to our site on the seventh floor of the Queen tower, Yena introduced me to the girls working under Michelle. They are Gretta, Fiona and Angela. There was another guy named Jeff, he is one of the old developers who kept his job because he chose to flip and become inflatable. Easylab had to fire all the organic men in order to get the safe working space status...  But I'm not working with Jeff, he is in the front end team, making various user interfaces and he acts like a sort of hermit - sitting in the far corner of the office, trying to minimize contact with all the girls working here. Very soon I understood his reasons.

 If you ever thought that working among beautiful ladies is a boon - think again. Especially if you are filled with just pressurized air.

 "Who hired him? What's his position? I interview everyone who works under me" - Fiona grunted. She is a slim blonde with a rather short haircut and permanently pursed lips.

 "Michelle interviewed him. And by the way, Chris will report directly to her, not you, Fiona. There are additional orders. Chris belongs to Michelle, Eddie is Amber's. There should be absolutely no touching, groping or other inappropriate actions toward them. Boys can only be deflated if they negatively impact the work of others." - replied Yena. Obviously, the chubby HR girl enjoyed an opportunity to snub that bossy blonde. Did she understand that it is me, who will be the aim of Fiona's anger? Probably yes.

 "A male? Hired over me? Nonsense. I really look forward to hearing some explanations." - said Fiona.

 "Michelle is busy at the moment. She'll come later and expects you, girls, to welcome Chris on board and help him set up his workplace. He's a new member of your team, be cooperative, please."  - After this typical HR mumbo jumbo, Yena smiled and added. - "Oh, I almost forgot. Amber's order: no touching, boys belong to Michelle and Amber."

 Yena walked away swaying her thick hips.

She left me with my new office rivalry. Fiona gave me such a piercing look, it could puncture my skin if it was material.

 Eddie's situation was no less complicated. I could hear his voice from beyond the thin fence that was splitting the office into areas. Eddie was arguing with two young and arrogant gals - his new subordinates.

 "... How? She had to promote one of us!" - said the first girl.

 "But she put her blowup fucktoy to be our boss!" - snorted the other.

 "It is sexism, she can't hire men above women!" - added the first voice.

 "Ladies, let's keep it professional." - Eddie tried to calm them down. - "The decision was not mine, Amber considered me adequate for this role, I have some experience in design, you know. And I think we can get along very well, and help each other."

 "No idea about your skills, dude, but that inflated butt of yours looks good in those pants" - complimented the second girl. - "At least I approve of Amber's taste."

 "Look, Eddie, we can formally play along if you agree to our terms. Juna and I know that you are merely an inflatable sextoy of our CEO. So if you don't pretend to be our boss for real, bring us coffee and regularly tell us we look fabulous, we can indeed get along."

"I second what Sasha said. But fabulous is not enough. I look gorgeous and fabulous. And I'd like cappuccino with cherry syrup." - added Juna.

 Eddie replied something in a low voice.

 "I guess, it is yes? If so, I'd like a big cup of latte. Coffee machine is down the corridor." - Sasha said.

 That was quite embarrassing for Eddie, but he didn't gain any enemies.

 While Fiona was pissed by the fact Michelle hired me, her teammates were more friendly.

 Gretta helped me to sign in and get an account. Angela gave me some useful links to read about setting up the code.

 Both girls were quite attractive, to say the least.

 Gretta is blonde, somewhat naive and eager to help.

 Angela is a brunette with longer hair reaching the small of her back. She is tech savvy and a good teamplayer, unlike Fiona.

 Number of girls that messed around me and Eddie grew. We quickly became centers of attention, everyone wanted to say hi and chit chat, or just take a look. No one dared to touch us, though.

 As the crowd around us grew, Fiona became irritated and finally declared: "Stop gawking, return to your work, all of you!"

 But her scolding was in vain. For every girl that left another one came.

 Fiona announced, "Now my patience is officially over. Chris, Eddie, I understand that you are just starting to work here, but I can't let everyone around you to loaf and be unproductive. There is no choice but to deflate you and put you away, until Michelle and Amber will come and pick you up."

 Her demand was met with a mix of complaints and cheering. Some girls clearly looked forward to seeing a hot deflation show, Sasha and Juna were particularly excited to watch Eddie, their formal new boss turned into a heap of flat plastic. On the other hand Angela and Gretta enjoyed my company and conversation so far and didn't want to lose me so fast.

 Fiona headed towards me with quite clear intentions, yet I found the right words to stop her:

 "But, don't you remember, you are not allowed to touch us, so please keep away from my valve. Only Michelle, who is my boss, can deflate me."

 "Okay, if I can't touch your valve, please be so kind and pull your plug yourself." - Demanded Fiona.

  Eddie came to our cubicle followed by Juna and Sasha.

 "We would do it, but unfortunately we can't deflate ourselves. This is by design of our bodies, look, I'll demonstrate", Eddie pulled his office shirt up exposing his lower back, where his valve protruded right above the ribbon of his underwear. He tried to reach his own valve with his hand, but couldn't wrap his arm around his body. His arm stopped a mere inch from the valve. "As you see, our valves are placed out of our own reach."

 Fiona was confused and bewildered, she backed off, but then we got an unexpected blow.

 Greta smiled and said: "But there is a simple solution. You guys can just pull each other's plugs."

 Angela rolled her eyes and grunted:  "Why did you say that? Chris is a nice guy."

 Gretta responded: "C'mon, don't you want to see how they do it? They'll be back to the office tomorrow anyway."

 I frowned, "What if we just refuse to do it? You are not our owners after all."

 Fiona showed her temper: "First of all, you should know your place, males. Second, there are clear orders to deflate you in case of negative impact. And there is a huge mess, because of you two."

 "But it is not our fault" - I tried to protest.

 To my surprise, Eddie chose to submit to her demands: "Well, Chris, let's actually do it. Fiona is somewhat right, there is too much attention. Girls might really enjoy a good show, why disappoint them?"

 Of course the crowd of women around us only grew. There were murmurs and giggles, as they all clearly anticipated what was about to happen.

 So I agreed too: "Okay. We'll give you all a good show. Hope you enjoy it"

 My words were met with enthusiastic cheers. Gretta just smiled. Angela turned her chair to have a better overview. Juna and Sasha took their phones to record videos. Even Fiona's expression changed from grumpy to more friendly.

 I pulled my shirt up, just like Eddie did a minute ago. Now both our valves were exposed, just one pinch on air plug away from deflating into helpless piles of plastic on the floor. Eddie turned around, waved and blew an air kiss to the girls watching us. He clearly enjoyed bathing in all the attention we got. I just smiled and winked at Gretta and Angela.

 Then Eddie stepped towards me and put his hand on my back. I did the same.

 "Are you ready?" - he asked.

 "Let's do it together", said I, "three, two, one..."

 I felt a gentle tug of his fingers pulling my plug, opening my valve. In the same moment I grabbed Eddie's stopper with my thumb and index fingers, then pulled. We started to hiss in a chorus.

 We heard cheering cries from the crowd. Juna and Sasha already started recording our public humiliation.

 At first, we only lost our extra size in chest, shoulders, butt and some height, that's because Michelle over-inflated me to fit the XXXL polo, jeans and her taste for big men. Amber did the same to Eddie - thus we both had some spare air. Deflating from the big buff dude to normal capacity took us about a minute. Almost no loss of strength yet, arms and legs stay taut with enough pressure. Yet there is one little problem with our clothes, it doesn't shrink to fit our decreasing size, soon my jeans slid down from my hips and dropped to my ankles. Oops. Fortunately our underwear is stretchy, so it stayed in place while we deflated.

 Of course, the girls reacted.

 Juna said, "From the very beginning I looked forward to seeing you deflated, Eddie. All this nonsense about a blowup boy hired above us..."

 Gretta disagreed, "But they are not that bad! Especially Chris. Still they look cute, when they are getting so helpless"

 Fiona chuckled and smiled, "I'm not a fan of men in general, but it is quite a joy to see you two get reduced to a pile of living latex or whatever you are made of."

 There were more muffled voices, murmurs, giggles of the girls sharing their emotions about our little show. But it was difficult to understand because they all talked simultaneously.

 Anyway, as the air hissed out of us, we quickly passed the stage of normal size and then started to grow saggy and weak. Eddie stumbled and fell on his knees, then tilted sideways and continued deflating on the floor. I tried to hold on to the office chair of Gretta, but my arms quickly lost the strength and hanged limp, so I slided and collapsed on the floor just a few seconds late than my friend did.

 "And what do we do with them now? Just leave them on the floor? Can we put them away or are we still not allowed to touch them?" - pondered Angela, looking at me upside down.

 "What the hell is happening here?" - I heard Michelle's voice in the distance.

 My boss quickly rushed towards the scene and asked, "Who the F deflated the boys?!"

 "Well, actually they deflated each other, we didn't even touch them" - said Fiona - "Boys caused too much mess and disrupted the work of everyone, so I, well, asked them to deflate until you arrive."

 "Ah, I don't have time for all this nonsense. We have a meeting right now. As for Chris and Eddie, I'll deal with them later", replied Michelle.

 Air continued to escape me with a low hissing, soon I went flat, faded out into sleep and didn't hear anything they talked about.