Epilogue Part 1

"If there are any questions about the grading of your assignments I'll be having office hours in Professor Marissa's office today and tomorrow from 11-1. Please do not try going around me and emailing the Professor yourself. Trust me, he will say the exact same things I will." Mal sighed as she said that. These kids didn't know just how true her words were and it was really annoying to listen to people complain about you to your face without realizing it. Especially since the criticism only ever flowed one way. Mal was the same person no matter what he/she looked like on the outside. Well, mostly. But for whatever reason the behaviour that was perfectly acceptable as a man drew frequent scorn as a woman. Of all the new experiences she'd received because of the game, learning just how deep sexism went in this society was probably the worst of it.

The students started to file out while Mal packed up her things. Then she felt a brief chill and looked down. She was naked of course. Or rather, she appeared to be naked to her own eyes. Since losing the ability to see clothing she had to rely on her other senses to tell her what she was wearing, if anything, and she knew she'd just changed outfits. She had a deal with Cindy, since they each how power over the other. Cindy wasn't supposed to strip her or make her appear slutty in front of her students...which is why she'd waited until class was over to make this change. Mal sighed and felt herself up. A tube top and skirt? Miniskirt. Oh God, it was so short! And of course no panties underneath. Even when Cindy let her dress professionally she never, ever provided panties.

She sighed loudly, and then jumped as someone spoke, "Problem Ms. Marissa?"

She turned and saw Hank Ryder and paled, "N-no Sir." Hank wore many hats at this university, but Mal only ever saw him for one reason. He was the one in charge of employee discipline. If he was here...

"Well unfortunately that's not true. We've received a complaint. About you."

"Really? About what?"

"Well according to this student you asked if she liked to eat pussy. That's not appropriate and you know it."

Mal raised an eyebrow, THAT was inappropriate? Pussy was a very popular food. In fact she'd just had pepperoni pussy a few days ago. There's no reason he would....oh. Cindy. Fuck.

"You see Sir...I have a condition...I've told you before. To me pussy is a a flat round base of dough baked with a topping of tomato sauce and, well, whatever else you want. Like pepperoni. I'm not sure what you are hearing, but it wasn't supposed to be...whatever you think it is."

Hank shook his head, "And as I've told you before, condition or no condition you are responsible for your words. That student was rather upset, said if we didn't punish you then we supported the 'gay agenda' whatever the hell that is. Look, I might not agree with some of her more...impolite comments...but I agree that TAs can't ask students if they like eating pussy. We just can't allow it. You'll need to be punished."

Mal gulped, "Yes sir..."

"Well? Assume the position."

Mal knew there was no point arguing. The game had made this a rather frequent occurrence. It sucked, but on the other hand it meant that if she really did mess up all the University would do in retailation was this. She put her hands on the desk and bend forward, ready for him to strike.

Even though she knew it was coming she still squealed as his palm slapped into her butt. She managed to restrain herself on the second one though, and grit her teeth to stay silent from there out. After the 10th strike, it was over.

"There. See that you don't make such comments again and...while technically there is no dress code...shouldn't you wear something more appropriate?"

Mal straightened up and rubbed her bum, "Yes. I should." She agreed.

"Well, anyway, I didn't just come here to punish you. In fact, I have good news."

"You do? What is it?" Mal asked.

"You've been nominated for an award. It seems a few of the students you haven't sexually harassed put you up for it. There's no monetary prize but a teaching award looks great on the resume. Best of luck to you."

"Right, thanks." Mal said. Hank left and after collecting her things, so did Mal. Mal had office hours today, but there was enough time to go find, and punish, Cindy. It seemed nothing would stop that girl from messing with Mal, but that didn't mean Mal would let it go unpunished.

"Oh, you want to know more about the kind of services we can provide? I would be happy to! We're a full service company, everything from initial conceptual design through installation, commissioning and continued operational support. You can rely on us, customer satisfaction is OUR satisfaction. Personally there's no limit to how far I'll go to see to the needs of our clients."

The man gulped, his eyes looked down. She could feel his gaze on her breasts, as if he were groping her with his hands. She bit her lip as she imagined taking him to the bathroom and letting him fuck her brains out. She was rather tempted to, he was pretty easy on the eyes after all. There was only was reason she didn't do it.

She was working.

She took her job very seriously. It didn't matter if it was back in the office designing distillation columns or out here on the trade show floor as a booth girl, she would never think of shrieking her duty. Of course if her boss told her to seduce a client for business well, that was a different story. She would do ANYTHING they asked of her. And unfortunately for Avery, right now they'd asked her to stay at the booth and interact with potential new clients.

She smiled to herself. That didn't mean she couldn't make plans for later. She reached and grabbed a card from the table, then softly pressed it into his hand, "My contact info. If you need a more...personal...example of how far we're willing to go to get your business..."

He gulped, "W-will do." As he turned to leave she could see the telltale bulge in his pants. She'd gotten through to part of him at least, she wondered if he'd call her. Not that she was lacking in sexual partners, but it never hurt to have one more option. Especially considering how her IQ went up when she consumed semen. Laurie could only raise her IQ to 'normal' using the app, it was far easier for her to turn Avery into a bumbling bimbo. If Avery wanted to be a genius, she had to earn in on her knees.

She heard footsteps behind her and spun around to see James walking towards her. He wasn't her manager, but at these events she always reported to him, "Hey Avery, I'm sorry but the office called, they want you back."

Avery pouted. This happened all too frequently. The more frequently she ate cum, the smarter she was, the more indispensable she was to the Engineering team. She liked working both jobs, but unless she was willing to travel constantly the booth girl role was rather inconsistent. She hated giving up her booth girl time to work in the office, but she also couldn't refuse to obey her boss. There were times she thought about quitting, or having Laurie keep her in bimbo mode until she was seen as only suitable to be a booth girl, but she could never pull the trigger.

"I understand Sir. I'll head over now." Avery said reluctantly.

"Well actually I've got one last thing for you to do before you go, if you don't mind. Can you follow me?"

Avery nodded and followed James to a conference room adjacent to the hall. There were two men waiting for them inside, both older men in their late 40s or early 50s.

"Avery this is Mr. Smith and Mr. Tremblay. They represent Hilox Chemicals and I thought you might be able to help convince them about our commitment to client satisfaction."

Avery nodded, "Of course, Smith-dono, Tremblay-dono, please allow me to demonstrate."

James clapped her on the shoulder, "I'll leave them to you then. Head to the office when you're done."

After James had left, Avery regarded the two men. She could feel hands on her breasts and thighs and knew exactly what to do. In second she'd stripped nude and strolled over to them, she winked and unzipped the first man, fishing out his cock. She didn't waste any time as she took him in her mouth, immediately feeling as if he were entering her pussy too. She bobbed up and down and felt her lust intensify. She needed to be fucked. She pulled off to look at the other man, "My pussy is free Sir. Please fuck me."

He didn't need and more encouragement than that and soon she was full at both ends. Avery moaned happily. She really loved her job.

He stared directly at her chest as he shook his head, unable to believe what he was hearing, "You're joking. There's no way that was you."

"It like, totally was!" She replied, "But oh-em-gee, it was HARD. I hadta like, ya know, lock this down for a month! But totes worth it. I let a guy cum on my face this morning so I, like, um, couldn't tell you what it means, but I, uh, remember it's like, important."

"See...that's why I'm having a hard time believing you are the one that solved the Riemann Hypothesis. You understand that, don't you?" The man said.

Jade nodded, but squirmed in her seat, "But it's true. I'm a good girl, aren't I?"

A grin broke out on the man's face, "A very good girl."

Jade quivered as she received his praise. She had to remember not to bring up her intellectual accomplishments anymore. She kept trying to get people to praise her for solving an unsolvable problem, but they never believed her. It didn't matter that her name, age and location matched the news stories, people couldn't see Jade the brilliant mathematician and Jade the tattoo artist-cum-sex worker. It didn't help that while Jade could remember solving it, she couldn't explain what the Riemann Hypothesis was, let alone her extremely complicated solution was. Not unless she was totally chaste for weeks at a minimum.

"So have you like, decided?" Jade asked.

The man nodded, "Ya. Let's book it. Sign me up for the tattoo & titfuck."

Jade tilted her head, "Huh?"

"Your boobs." He said, reaching out to grope her.

Jade smiled, "Oh of course! My melons are like, always a popular choice, that's why I keep them out for people."

"So that tattoo on your chest...topless...you really abide by that, huh?"

Jade nodded, "Yeppers! It's legal ya know. Since I got this tat I've never, ever, eeeever covered them up!"

"Really? That's dedication. I approve, wish more girls would go topless."

"Have you been by U of T campus lately? There's like hundreds of them!" Jade said. Thanks to Matt and Maddy running around it wasn't common to get an eyeful if you were by there. As for Jade ever since she'd had 'topless' tattooed on her chest she was literally incapable of putting a shirt on. They'd tested it and others could **** her to wear clothes, but as soon as she had the power she'd rip it off her. As to why she got the tattoo...well it was the result of a rather unfortunate bet. It should have been a slam dunk. She'd challenged Cindy to a battle of will power. Cindy. And somehow...she'd lost. She could have reneged on the bet, and Mal was pretty insistent that she not go through with it, but Jade would have made damn sure that Cindy followed through, and so she'd gone ahead and done it.

It wasn't bad though, not really. Thanks to stressballs people groped her all the time whether or not she wore anything, and it was perfectly legal. And she was pretty sure more than one client had come to get a tattoo and a blowjob after seeing her walking around with her tits out. It was a form of free advertising every time she went out in public.

She finished her business with her client, then quickly closed up shop. She smiled to herself. She really loved how things had turned out. She got to do her art as much or as little as she wanted, got as much sex as she wanted and best of all had great partners she could rely on.

She left the studio and locked the door, then turned and saw someone coming towards her. She smiled, "You came to pick me up?"

The man grinned at her, "Of course, I missed those tits." He reached out and groped her, "You know we could go back inside and-"He stopped as there was a sudden jerk to his neck. He was wearing a dog collar that seemed to be tugged behind him without any visible leash. He stuck a finger to relief some pressure, "N-nevermind. She wants us home right away. She's trying a new recipe."

"Then we should hurry, shouldn't we? You know how Ash gets if we're late." Jade took Cindy's hand and the two of them hurried back home.