As I approach the water cooler, the usual gaggle of office workers standing around and chatting gets my attention, waving me over to their group. “Hey, did you hear about your new boss?” The guy from finance asks; I think his name is Bill. No, it’s George.
“No, I’m totally in mushroom mode. Yow know, kept in the dark and fed a pile of shit. They don’t tell us anything about what the executive types are up to behind closed doors.”
One of the other guys pipes up. “I heard she transferred over from Dallas. Rumor is she liquidated an entire office in a single day and moved on. Apparently she’s like a corporate piranha.”
His cubemate adds, “I heard she never eats or drinks anything while at work, like she’s afraid of being poisoned or something.”
“I also heard from someone in Houston that she never takes any breaks - just works nonstop for nine or ten hours then drives home.”
I grab a paper cone cup and fill it up. “She’s a cyborg, right? Maybe that has something to do with it.”
“Hell, I bet there’s not an ounce of meat on her. She’s probably full android, sent from corporate to totally fuck us up and move on. Like some kind of corporate killbot.”
“I’m pretty sure that doesn’t really exist yet. Maybe in some secret government lab, but definitely not here. They couldn’t afford our bonus last year, what makes you think they’d splash like millions of dollars on an AI middle manager?” I reply after a drink of water.
Just then, at exactly 8:59 AM, the office doors fly open and a tall woman dressed in an aggressive looking black and white pencil skirt, blouse, and jacket bursts through the doors. In her hand is some kind of briefcase, although it looks like something military-issue. “Oh shit, she’s here! You better get over there quick!” One of the water cooler gang gives me a slight push toward her, while another says quietly “Nice knowing you…” as I speed-walk toward her.
She spots me from across the cubicle block, and slows down her pace, only barely, to give me time to run up beside her. I immediately notice she’s definitely some kind of cyborg. Although whoever built her did an excellent job, her artificially enhanced features are easy to spot.
Although she’s definitely intimidating, she’s also unnaturally attractive - her features fall somewhere between a swimsuit model and an especially horny teenager's dreams. Her heavily structured jacket tries its best to constrain the very large and very perky breasts underneath, but her chest still bounces with every step. Underneath the shelf created by her chest, her wasp waist drastically swoops in, far smaller than any natural human. Her pencil skirt seems painted on, her wide hips straining against the fabric. Of course, her incredible figure is offset by her expression and her attitude, she seems more than just dressed to kill.
At her very fast pace , we almost run through the cube farms - her long legs are really moving but she doesn’t seem out of breath at all.
“So you’re my new assistant. Tomorrow be ready for me to show up - I’m never late. You’ll be in the office next to mine, if they did their job at HR your stuff should already be there.”
“Yes ma'am.” Damn she’s intimidating.
We pass the bank of automatic coffee makers and vending machines filled with breakfast junk food. “I don’t need any coffee so don’t bother bringing me any. Your main tasks will be to make sure I can get to where I need to be early and with optimum efficiency, to assist me in scheduling my work, and to run interference for anyone who wants to steal my time. I don’t require much, so that leaves you free to maintain the same performance level that I require for myself.”
They reach a set of enclosed offices, one with a glass door and a window, the other totally windowless and with a heavy locking door set in the front. “Here we are. Your office is the one with the windows, mine is the private one.”
“Cool, thanks! I’ve never had an office with a view!”
“Don’t thank me, the maintenance staff assigned it based on my requirements, and these were the only available ones. Looks like it should work well for our needs though.”
“Absolutely. Is there anything you need from me while I settle in?”
“Take a few minutes to get your stuff arranged, then I’m going to need a calendar overview and a few emails sent out. I already wrote the drafts, I’ll be over to review your edits and approve them for publication.”
“Sounds good, I’ll let you know when they're ready.”
She turns to walk away, then remembers something. “Oh, also we’re going to need nameplates ordered up. Make mine say ‘Ms. Olivia Richardson, VP of Operations’. Also, what’s your name?”
“Alam, ma’am. Alan Palmer”
“Thank you Mr. Palmer. I’ll be working in my office - let me know when you’re ready to meet.” She immediately turns, whips open her door, and locks it behind her.
I head to my new office, and scramble to get set up enough to do the day’s work. Luckily her intense preparations left me with everything I need already in place, and I quickly jump into my usual routine of reviewing and routing emails, and getting her up to speed on the week’s events. Looking over her email drafts, there really isn’t much to fix - she’s as precise and in control in her writing as she seems to be with everything else.
In a short time, I’m ready to get her spun up on her new position. I quickly place the nameplate order, and ping her in chat. “I’m ready whenever you are. Emails are reviewed, your schedule is cleaned up, and your dry cleaning should be delivered to your office tomorrow.”
“Surprisingly quick, Mr. Palmer. I’m impressed already - Keep it up. You can head over now, bring your laptop.”
I quickly grab my computer and head over to her cube door. I knock, and she calls out “Enter!” I open up the door and step in. Her office is spartan but well appointed, with a few posters of financial data stuck to the walls, a very nice desk with a chair on each side, an array of high-end monitors, and not much else.
“So, let’s go over the emails first, then our schedule. I want to get those sent out asap. Take a seat.” She points her hand to the chair facing her, on the opposite side. “You can set your computer down on my desk,, I’ll look over your shoulder.”
I do so, and she walks over to stand behind me. Although she still is incredibly intimidating, her unbelievable body and bouncy stride are starting to get to me, and the primitive part of my brain really wants to see more.
“Ok, here’s the email from you to the company, setting up your goals and strategy. I changed a couple words over to the internal terms we use. I softened the overall tone very slightly, and added a couple inspirational platitudes near the end. I hope you don’t mind, the folks out there are a little worried and I thought it might calm them down a bit.”
“That looks good, it’s less pushy but not totally limp - I have an image to maintain, after all.”
I think to myself that is an interesting choice of word, I’m struggling to stay ‘limp’ after her previous display, and even her voice seems to be getting more stimulating as she relaxes the hardass routine a little.
“Oh, one more thing - scroll down for a second.” She quickly reaches in from over my shoulder to point to the screen, and something warm and very squishy collides with my upper back and shoulder.
I think to myself “That’s definitely her boob. Ok… do I move? I better not. She might kill me…”
“Can you put my signature here?” I pull the canned signature line down from her account and drop it in. “No, one line lower please. I always think it needs more room to breathe.”
I feel like I too need more room to breathe. I’m not sure if she notices that she’s resting her massive breast on the back of my chair or if she’s coming on to me, but I don’t really want to be wrong. Hopefully she doesn’t look down, my thin dress pants are probably doing a terrible job of hiding the growing pressure downstairs.
“Perfect, thanks.” She stands back up, and although I kinda miss the feeling of her against me, I figure she might have realized what she was accidentally doing and tried to play it cool.
“So, how’s my schedule looking?”
“So far it’s pretty clear.” I pull up the calendar. “Looks like you’re ok for the next couple days before any large events. That should give you today and tomorrow to get up to speed on this place. I pulled down some reference docs for you to help get familiar.”
“Perfect. You continue to impress.” She turns around, seemingly to look at one of the financial statement printouts. However, I can’t help but notice that she’s standing at the optimum angle to show off her ass to me without being totally obvious about it.
This is getting ridiculous… somehow she has really thick thighs and a significant gap between them, and a waist that I could probably get both hands around and have my fingers touch. Whoever built her body did a hell of a job. I wonder how much of her is still human?
“It’s gonna be a hell of a challenge to get this place up to snuff - the C levels are real bastards for setting our targets so high. Even my particular charms couldn’t motivate them, the old fossils.” She smiles, and I can’t decide if her grin is happy or bloodthirsty.
“Anyway, thanks for all your help. I may seem pretty terrifying, but it’s mostly a show for the others. I have a reputation to maintain, you know…”
“You’re certainly the most talked-about thing to show up here in a very long time.”
She seems to bristle at the word “thing”, but she quickly stifles it. “Yeah. Rumors always seem to follow me around. Speaking of that, what have you heard?”
“One guy thinks you’re some android assassin, someone else said you fired an entire building full of people in one day. It all seems pretty crazy.”
Her tough facade cracks suddenly with a smile, and she laughs out loud. “Oh really? That’s awesome! Some of those rumors I actually created myself, to throw the gossipers off of my trail.”
“That’s… like evil supervillain level. Nicely done!” Now I’m smiling. I’m curious about why she’d need to fabricate a bunch of rumors, but I value my safety enough not to pry.
“Thanks again for your help. It really helps for someone to have your back when you’re new. I’ll dive into that documentation, and try to get up to speed.”
“Absolutely, I’m glad to be of service.” For what seems like a millisecond, when I mention “service” her expression shifts to one of hunger, or maybe excitement? Either way, I make my way to the door and walk the ten feet back to my cube.
I take a moment to decompress after all that, and get back to work as best as I can. New executives always seem to need as much as possible to get up to speed, so I decide to burn the midnight oil a bit and work after hours.
Once the sun is close to the horizon and the office is totally empty, I shut down my computer and head out. I immediately notice Ms. Richardson’s light is still on - looks like she’s also working late. I walk up to the door to let her know I’m heading out, and hear her quiet voice saying something unintelligible. Or maybe it’s soft crying? I can’t tell through her nearly soundproof door.
I decide to knock, and immediately she yells out “One second!” and I hear a series of thumps and bangs, followed by a chair moving. Is she moving furniture?
In a moment she calls out “Come in!” and I open the door. Her appearance seems very different now, much more rumpled and unkempt like she was just doing calisthenics or yoga, or something. She also seems slightly winded and a little uncomfortable, unconsciously shifting in her seat.
“Ms. Richardson? I just wanted to let you know I’m heading out for the day. You should bounce too, I think you should be all set for the next couple days other than a lot of reading.”
She grimaces for a moment - is she sitting on something? I see her briefcase lying open in the corner of her office, and the only thing in it is an empty foam cutout for protecting something.
“Ok, I’ll heeeaaad out soon!?!” Her speech comes out somewhere between a moan and a groan, and I’m immediately concerned.
“Are you ok? You don’t sound so good.”
“No, I mean yes! I’m fine! Hnnng!”
“Ok, I’m calling someone before you collapse. This is ridiculous.”
“God damn it. I figured I’d last here longer than a day before you found out about me - they’re running out of places to put me in the company.” She seems to stifle another moan as she shifts in her seat again.
“I’m sorry, but I still don’t know what’s going on. Is there anything I can do to help you?”
“Hnnng! Don’t say that! Fuck!” She shakes a bit as she struggles to maintain composure.
“I think I need to call an ambulance.” I move to grab my phone, and she tries to stand but fails.
“No! I can explain!” She tries to hold it together, and is mostly successful.
“I wasn’t always working in corporate. I got this ridiculous body in my last career. Dumbass me got converted into an ona-type gynoid with a couple of my college friends to try to make money.”
“So you’re actually a sex cyborg?”
“Yeah. We ended up making a shitload of money, enough to hook ourselves up with one insane sexbot body. We tried to do the cam girl thing, then worked as escorts. We would trade off the same body so we could work 24-7, and it got us through debt free. Right after school the bottom fell out after VR implants got popular, so we cashed out. I ended up with the bimbo body, which has served me well so far. It’s also a really good distraction in board meetings.” She smiles uncomfortably.
“So that still doesn’t explain why you’re like this…”
“I’m an ona-type. Think about it, the only thing left of me is my pussy and my brain, and a girl’s gotta eat somehow.” She stands up, and reveals that behind her desk, her skirt has been around her knees this whole time. Sitting on her chair, on top of a waterproof chair cover is a very high-tech dildo, quietly buzzing away. Hooked to its base is a hose and large syringe filled with a white liquid.
She quickly pulls up her skirt. “You interrupted my dinner. I suppose that now all is revealed, you’ll report me to HR and they’re going to have to move me again. Good thing I didn’t unpack.”
“Why would I do that? You have every right to live like a regular human. I’m just glad you seem to have your shit together for the most part - if I have to show another useless executive how to delete the porn off of their company laptop I’m gonna jump out the window. Also I won’t ever work with someone as ridiculously attractive in this line of work…”
“That’s fucking awesome, thank you so much! I knew you were a good pick. Actually, our HR folks picked you out specifically in case this happened. Now that my secret’s out, do you mind if I continue? I haven’t eaten all day. You can stay if you want…”
I’m definitely staying.
She turns slightly to sit back down, then hesitates. “Do you want to see the real me? I usually do this at home, and it’s easier and way more comfortable to be disconnected.”
“I’m very interested in seeing the real Ms. Richardson. Don’t get me wrong, your body is incredible, but I’m intrigued - I’ve never seen an ona-type.”
“One sec, this might get weird..” Something clicks in her body, and her already very wide hips seem to spread apart slightly. She grunts, and reaches a hand under her skirt. Her stomach seems to drop as whatever makes up part of her midsection tries to exit, and her already tiny waist seems even more empty.
She hoists what’s left of her organic self upward, her body now on remote control. Her pussy is on full display, making up the front of a tube that clearly contains her vagina and the infrastructure to make it work. At the top, instead of a uterus, her partially cybernetic and partially organic brain sits in a protective case. It’s surprisingly small, but with the cybernetic parts and without the need to keep a body alive, she doesn’t seem to need much.
Her body settles back into a more normal configuration, and she carries herself around the desk to stand in front of me.
“You want to know a secret about my type? If we fuck enough we can survive off of our partner’s cum - there’s protein and sugar in there, and I'm optimized to run off of it. It saved me a ton of money in college, only downside is I had to find a very - active partner. Like three to five times a day.”
She gently grabs my hand, and looks into my eyes expectantly and hesitantly. “I did my research, and with some supplements and some practice, you could easily fill me up instead of my rubber buddy over there. What are your thoughts about some extra fringe benefits? My office is soundproof for a reason.”
“I think I’ll take you up on your offer, Ms. Richardson.”
She guides me backwards to the extra office chair. “Please, call me Olivia.”