A Boring Day at the Office

And another boring day at the office, spent staring at Diana's control tablet I was now carrying everywhere, hoping to get a better understanding on what else I could do to her virtual mind. She seemed to be doing fine on her own, based on what I could glimpse from her social media accounts, though she'd been posting a lot about how she just couldn't understand men these days. I had a pretty good idea on what led her to such thoughts. The poor bitch was going out every night only to come back home empty handed after some jerk snubbed her or flat out refused to spend more time with her due to her appalling behavior that she wasn't even aware of.

I'd been tempted to edit my prompt to get her to come back to me, imagining myself opening the door of my apartment and seeing her get down on her knees to suck my cock without even uttering a word. But it was safer for me to wait so no one would attribute any change in her behavior to me.

I looked up and straighten my back as I heard footsteps approaching, pretending to stare at my neural interface while my boss, Jessy, looked over my desk with a bored expression before walking past me. So far I'd been able to outsource some of my workload to some cheap Indian AIs online, but the guys at IT would be quick to report me if I kept it up for too long. Besides, there was only some much that old AGI could do with its limited capacity for logical inferences, and only so much money I could throw at it. I was dealing with too many complex variables. My reports looked good at first glance, but put together they would quickly start to unravel and reveal a mess of hallucinations and general nonsense. Sure, a state of the art model would be pretty good at it, if not better than me, but that too costed a fortune to run nowadays, in a time of constant inflation and shrinking resources. Ironically this was probably the only reason most humans still had a job. Where a human could perform "intellectual" work for about 2000 calories a day, the best AGIs would be bulky machines eating up more power than an entire neighborhood. The smaller ones, like Diana 2.0, were a lot more efficient but were far too expensive. There was no practical way to replace 12 billion humans with 'thinking' machines when there wasn't even enough resources left on Earth to keep them all fed.

"I wonder if I could turn Diana's Emulation off and use her artificial brain to run some generic AGI..." I mumbled to myself as I stared at Diana's control tablet with a smug grin on my face.

"Talking to yourself again, honey?" A voice interrupted me, and I looked up to see Hannah, my sexy Emulated coworker, leaning on my desk with her big round tits squeezed tightly against the white fabric of her short top. She was a tall blonde with clear blue eyes, gorgeous skin and amazing curves, a perfect package that any man would have trouble resisting. She knew it, of course, since she had clearly designed her Emulated self to be as irresistible as possible. I couldn't blame her, though. I too would have improved on myself to such an extent if I'd been as ugly as she used to be when she was still alive. "Why do you have an Emulated control tablet?" She asked, leaning down to grab it and squinting her perfect blue eyes with an annoying grin on her made up face.

I froze, scared that she'd notice the unlocked options and the changed prompt before I could react. The screen, however, was locked after a couple minutes of inactivity and did not reveal its secrets. "It's my step-sister..." I mumbled after swallowing hard and trying to seem unbothered.

"Holy shit!" The hot blonde exclaimed with a chuckle, "Should I congratulate you? I guess that makes you a father!"

I frowned, shaking my head and snatching the tablet back from Hannah's perfectly manicured hands. Did Emulated nails even grow? "Sure!" I smirked. "So who's your daddy, Hannah?" I asked sarcastically with a raised eyebrow.

Her pretty face immediately lit up with annoyance, and her eyes seemed to suddenly turn darker, "Shut up, Chris!"

I raised my hands defensively and shrugged. "Did I hit a virtual nerve?" I grinned sarcastically. "But honestly, I'm curious. Who's in charge of you?"

Hannah bit her bottom lip and leaned closer, her impressive tits almost poking me on the face, "None of your damn business!"

"Then I suggest you get back to yours and let me work in peace, lady!" I grunted back with as much defiance as I could muster.

Hannah huffed and rolled her pretty blue eyes, straightening up and walking away while shaking her perfect ass left and right.

I sighed and rested back in my chair, trying to distract myself by returning to Diana's tablet and staring for the thousandth time at her control menu, flipping through unlocked options and directives while pretending I knew what I was doing, when really I could barely decipher EmRobotics complicated lingo. But something unusual caught my eye: Diana's tab was no longer the only one open on the device. Another one had appeared: 'Hannah Thompson'. I stared, unable to believe my eyes, my hands clenching the tablet while staring ahead like a zombie. Finally, curiosity got the better of me. I clicked.

'Pairing Complete' flashed on the screen, and suddenly Hannah's control menu appeared, with the same unlocked options as Diana's and the prompt option wide open and empty, waiting for me to input directives of my choice.

"What the fuck..." I mumbled to myself while staring ahead with a frown. How the hell could this even be possible? Why was Diana's tablet pairing with another Emulated like a... I slapped my forehead as the answer hit me hard on the face. "The tablet is in maintenance mode... It works like the ones they have at the fucking EmRobotics centers!" I blurted out in disbelief. Of course such a tablet would pair with any Emulated! Official technicians needed a way to check for issues and run updates on them easily whenever they came for a checkup or repairs... The anomaly wasn't that it could access any Emulated in maintenance mode, but rather that it was in maintenance mode outside an official center!

I giggled nervously, rubbing my face with my hand and trying to keep quiet, resisting the urge to jump up and scream at the top of my lungs while fist bumping the air victoriously. I wasn't just in control of my bitchy step-sister: I potentially had access to every single Emulated on the planet...

And then, as I stared at Hannah's empty prompt with a smile on my face, something clicked in my mind. I needed to wait to be able to use Diana safely, but Hannah's Emulated had been around for years and had no direct relation to me. I doubted anyone was monitoring her or would suspect me, out of everyone, of manipulating her Emulated somehow.

'Hannah is addicted to Chris' cum.' I typed boldly and with complete certainty, my cock throbbing in my pants while imagining the Emulated beauty on her knees, waiting for me with her perfect pink lips stretched around the base of my dick. 'She tries to hide it from everyone else but comes to him at work at least once a day to get her fix. This is her usual routine and she's been doing it for years. Though she's embarrassed by her addiction, she does not find it weird nor question it in any way.' I added while stifling a laugh and imagining the sexy blonde dropping by my desk in no time. I'd been stroking my cock and fantasizing about Diana for almost a week now, and I sure needed some release... Hannah would do nicely.

I confirmed my prompt, feeling a tingling sensation running down my spine as I saw her interrupt her usual gossiping with a group of female colleagues at the other side of the large room only to excuse herself and walk in my direction with her fake cheeks faintly blushed. She leaned on my desk just like before, a bit more nervous and shifting from foot to foot like she couldn't stand still, her pretty eyes peering into mine like hypnotic jewels begging for release.

"Can I help you with something, Hannah?" I asked nonchalantly with a **** frown, leaning back in my chair and adjusting myself discretely on my seat to hide my erection.

"Oh common, Chris!" Hannah grunted through gritted teeth with an annoyed expression that couldn't mask how much she needed me at that very instant. "You know the drill by now!" She hissed impatiently while glancing down at my bulge, her mouth ajar and her simulated breathing slightly faster. She quickly looked around to check that no one was watching, before getting down on her knees like instinct was telling her. I opened my mouth to speak, to mock her and gloat, but she cut me off and blurted out. "Shut up and let me do my thing! It's bad enough that I... That I need this... God... Fuck!" She groaned, pulling down the zipper of my pants and revealing my throbbing cock, grabbing it with both hands like a precious treasure she'd been craving for a long time. She licked her pretty pink lips and started licking it, taking it into her warm wet mouth and bobbing her head back and forth while staring up at me with an intense... hunger? Was that even hunger or desperation? It didn't matter. She was mine. My little Emulated bitch on her knees, where she belonged, while everyone else walked by unaware and uncaring. She clearly knew what she was doing and was good at it too, rolling her soft tongue over the head of my cock and teasing the underside while pushing forward until the tip hit the back of her beautiful throat. I quickly felt myself getting close, my balls tightening up and my body shaking in anticipation while Hannah continued to bob her perfect blonde head at a merciless rhythm that quickly made me lose control. I could see it in her eyes, a growing impatience that only urged me closer to the edge, her lips locked around my dick while one of her perfect fake hands massaged my balls. I couldn't take it anymore. I groaned through gritted teeth as I blew a thick load down her throat, forcing her to keep her perfect lips around me while I pumped more and more cum into her mouth. She moaned softly around my throbbing cock, sucking until the last drop and not missing a bit while I gasped for air. She looked like she needed it as much as I needed the release, swallowing eagerly and wiping the corners of her pretty mouth to make sure not to lose a single drop.

"Jesus Christ, Hannah..." I gasped in disbelief while tucking my limp cock back in my pants and feeling suddenly exhausted. I checked to make sure no one had seen what had just happened before resting back in my chair, smirking slightly while Hannah stood back with her cheeks even more flushed than before and her blue eyes shimmering in a mix of relief and embarrassment. She licked her pretty pink lips once more and straightened up, pulling on her short top to make sure her big round tits weren't showing. "Just... Don't say anything," she mumbled quickly before turning around and strutting away just as fast as she had approached.

"See you tomorrow!" I grinned as I watched her ass wiggle in her tight jeans before disappearing back among the sea of cubicles.

This was going to be fun!