A pragmatic business woman receives an unexpected request

Ava sat in her office with her arms behind her head and her legs resting on the table. There was no door separating her desk from her subordinates’ (or her harem, as she liked to affectionately call them) so they were all having a very hard time NOT looking up her skirt as it rolled up her leg.

You see, her calling them her harem wasn’t that far off from the truth. Every single one of those people, in that rented apartment, was Love Bonded to Ava. She was one of the lucky few (or unlucky few as some would put them) who had a near 100% chance of having someone bond to them during a sexual act. All of these half a dozen men and women in the apartment satisfied their daily sexual needs with Ava and each other, living in their little microcosm of sex, relationships, and financial responsibility. And that was just how Ava liked it.

Ava looked once again at the open spreadsheet on her laptop screen. Musing on how the hell was she supposed to expand her business even more, market for a better, richer clientele, maybe even get a new place to live outside of campus, and do all of that without drawing the attention of the cops. She had dodged the campus security for years and had even gotten clientele from all over the city now, but she knew she needed to step on the brakes or she risked getting the wrong kind of attention. She pinched the bridge of her nose. Another goddamned migraine was coming. Just fucking great.

Before she could even find her medication amongst her messy drawers, one of her harem members, a newer girl named Lana, piped up from her laptop with news. “We just got a new order, boss!”

“Great, put it on the list with the others, we’ll get to it when we get to it.” Ava tried to use her happy voice, like her therapist told her to. She didn’t think it was working. “Where the fuck is that damn…”

“Apparently they paid for the express delivery, ma’am.” Lana piped up once again. This got the attention of the others in the office. No one ever paid the express delivery fee. It was a feature Ava added to the site early on to dupe any inexperienced buyers. It had been gathering dust at the bottom of their page for eons now. Except, now that they were a legitimate business, with actual clients who gave a fuck, they couldn’t look bad by denying an actual use of the express delivery option.

“Ok, whatever, let’s get this—”

“I can do it if you want, ma’am.” Lana volunteered. “If you are busy with the expansion project.”

“No, no, I want to do this.” Ava said as she got up, walked to the fridge, and grabbed one of the transparent small vials. “This project isn’t going anywhere anyway.” She sighed.

Seeing as the matter was mostly resolved, the others in the office got back to their screens, answering calls, organizing delivery schedules, or doing many of the other crucial activities needed to keep Ava’s business afloat. However, Lana wouldn’t be so easily deterred. Once her boss had gotten her suit jacket and coat on, and was ready to head out, the new girl intercepted her at the door.

“I wanted to go alongside you anyway, if you don’t mind, boss. Learn how the best do it on the field.”

Ava looked at her with an apathetic look.

“Sure, whatever. A little change would be nice.”

And just like that, they left, the boss with her raven haired blunt bob haircut and professional business suit, and the new girl with her dirty blonde pigtail and the university jersey. They both went out of the busy apartment to meet this mysterious buyer.