End of the Work Day

"I have to get back to work now Velma, the facial randomiser for lower level NPCs in the Simulated Office are still going from samey to bizarre. Remember we're going out for drinks this weekend." And like that, Daphne left her best friend.

At her desk, she accessed the NPC Files and looked again at the settings. The only solution she could come up with was getting more faces. But to get the most use out of a face, she'd need a wide range of facial shapes from each face. Actors? Wouldn't they be expensive? But maybe...

A quick message to Jerry, then a call to some Studios, and she had an agreement from several Porn Labels to get permission to use Porn Actor faces.

Daphne had hours of porn to watch and lift faces from to create more varied looks for NPCs in the Simulated Office. By that point, she was too far gone to flee to the toilets to futilely rub herself, she just masturbated in her seat, in full view of everyone in the Office.

Some bolder colleagues went over and commented on a particular scene or cumshot and, guided by her Trophy Talk Rule, she was happy to say;

• Yes, she did look that messy when she was the centre of a blowbang at college
• Yes, she did fuck her teacher for good grades like the porn plot
• Yes, when she's the first one home, she waits for Freddie at the door like a puppy

She was also able to do a little clothes shopping. She would of course want to go shopping soon and model outfits for Freddie, but right now she needed some immediate filler for her suddenly subpar wardrobe. Tight, lots of skin-exposure, and some were clearly just sexy parody versions of an outfit. But all that mattered to Daphne was that she looked like a "Bimbo Trophy Wife".

When the day drew to a close, Velma walked over to speak to Daphne, but faltered at the last minute when her blonde friend went to the scanner to get out and posed for the scan by Squatting with her legs wide apart, so people can see her wet cunt, hands behind her head so people have an unspoiled view of her melons, and her tongue out and mouth open like she's waiting for her next cock to suck.

The door opened and Daphne took the time to stop by Security to say goodbye to Mr. Norbert and thank him for helping her. The other Security Guards just patted their Colleague on the back and put the video of Daphne back on.

It was halfway through the drive home that Daphne realised the "pose for scan" was for her Husband's Building, not hers! Oops, she giggles to herself.

She surprised herself by getting home before Freddie, who was supposed to have the day off. Remembering what she'd said in the office, after stripping off until all she was wearing was her choker, heels, and buttplug, she went back to the front door to wait on her knees like a puppy, like the pornslut in the video.

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Freddie finished the wiring and placed the choker in a box with a controller and guidebook. He then called a courier to deliver the valuable item to his friend Jerry. He did owe Jerry after all. He'd hired Daphne and her search for wealthy men to extort had led Jerry to deliver her up to Freddie.

Seemed only fair to help him.

As he drove home he listened to voicemails from his daughter. His first wife had won custody, but his little girl was in college now and she was Daddy's Little Girl whether her mother liked it or not.

It was the usual. Classes were boring, guys refused to accept she wasn't interested, and her current project was coming along nicely. The project being the teacher she'd seduced, blackmailed, and enslaved. Freddie gave some advice and promised a special present the next time she visited.

Arriving home, he got a call from the Head of his cleaning staff to enter through the front door. Normally, he entered through the garage, but he saw no reason not to humour his staff.

Daphne, his pretty Trophy, was waiting. Kneeling like an eager puppy.

This.

This is how he wanted her. Whatever she wanted to say could wait until he finished fucking her throat. Damn... she had a good throat!

Looking forward to blowing up these lips, make them into REAL DSLs for me to enjoy.

Freddie could hear the staff working. His Chef was getting older and Freddie was waiting for the man to say he was ready to retire. But maybe... maybe instead of looking for a new Chef to hire... maybe... it's true that Daphne can't cook to save her life. But then... until recently Daphne would throw a fit if a finger grazed her butthole, and today she was a buttslut who ate asses.

He reached into his pocket and grasped the controller...