I'd Play This Office Simulator

Okay, now I needed to make the last three women who would look after this floor. I knew that there was a woman called Commander White who had long blonde hair from the Nier game. There were also twins with red hair called Devola and Popola, though I forgot what their roles were. Those three were the only other women that came to mind since I never really delved deeply into the Nier series.

I held those three women in my mind and clothed them in office suits that were both professional and sexy at the same time. I briefly looked over to see Bianca and Alisha walking towards one of the closed offices to the side as I constructed more women in my head.

For the Commander, I called her Whitney. She would be the overall boss of this floor. The other two, the twins, would keep their original names. I willed for them to arrive just like Alisha had. The elevator doors opened with a chime and the three of them walked in.

The sight of the blonde Commander White, now Whitney, had my refractory period reduce significantly with her sexy adult curves fighting against her tight office clothes. I felt my mouth fill with saliva, and I almost decided to rush over and try something. But no, I needed to keep setting up this new workplace for my porn making empire.

The two red heads walking behind her were also cute and sexy in their office lady clothing.

The three newcomers stepped out of the elevator with the same calm, professional stride as the first two.

Whitney led the way. Her long blonde hair was pulled into a sleek, high ponytail that swayed like liquid gold with each step. She wore a charcoal pencil skirt suit that looked painted on. The blazer was nipped tightly at the waist and left open to reveal a cream silk blouse unbuttoned just low enough to show the inner curves of her heavy breasts straining against a black lace bra. The skirt hugged her wide hips and thick thighs, ending at mid-thigh with a high front slit that flashed pale skin and the edge of sheer black stockings every time she moved. Black stilettos with red soles clicked sharply against the floor, and a thin silver chain belt accentuated the dramatic hourglass of her figure. Her eyes were smoky, so maybe make-up really was a thing here in this Dreamworld, and her lips were a bold red. She had the air of someone who could command a boardroom with a strict presence, as well as a bedroom, though, I would prefer such a woman to be obedient.

Directly behind her walked Devola and Popola, the twins moving in perfect sync like they shared the same nervous system. Both had the same red hair but styled differently: Devola’s was wavy and slightly messy, while Popola’s was straight and flat. They each had a flower accessory in their hair too.

They wore identical black office dresses. High-necked but sleeveless, the fabric a soft, slightly stretchy crepe that molded to every curve. The dresses were sleeveless and backless down to the small of their backs, held together only by thin crisscross straps that framed their shoulder blades. The hemlines stopped daringly high on the thigh, showing off long, toned legs in sheer black thigh-highs with delicate lace tops. Matching black pumps and simple silver hoop earrings completed the look. The dresses clung to their full breasts and narrow waists before flaring slightly at the hips, turning every step into a subtle, hypnotic sway.

The three newcomers approached Bianca and Alisha as they were popping their heads into two of the manager offices.

“What do you think, you two?” Ms. Whitney called out. “Everything looking in order?”

“Yes, Ma’am,” Bianca responded, turning to her by the door. “It’s quite spacious. Our team would fit quite well here.”

Whitney nodded and looked out across the room. The ladies then inspected the managers offices together.

I looked on from where I was standing by one of the desks. My next step would be to make the employees that would filter in to be sorted into their teams. I would make them good at pretty much everything from drawing lewd pictures to 3D modelling characters to video editing and anything else that could help with making porn.

With that stuff in mind, I willed for every desk and workspace in the room to have state of the art software and hardware. I watched as a desk next to me filled up with a few different items. One of them was a large electronic drawing pad sitting next to the desktop computer. Everything was still powered down so I couldn’t see what they were all capable of. Just know that they all looked high tech.

But now, I wanted to think about the employees. Who did I want them to be? All women of course, but from what franchise? There were around fifty desks to fill with five managers to watch over them.

While leaning against a desk, thoughts of Genshin Impact characters came to mind. Then I thought of the adult women from that game like Raiden Shogun. My next thought was of Hoyoverse’s other game, Honkai Star Rail. Women like Kafka and Himeko would be hot as hell in office lady clothing. There were other games from Hoyoverse too like the original Honkai Impact and their newest one Zenless Zone Zero. All of those women could fill up these offices to capacity and make this place a sexy heaven. But did I want just Hoyoverse girls?

There were other games like Azur Lane that had an abundance of girls. Same as other Gacha games like Blue Archive or that Horse girl game from Japan. There were so many to choose from. Not to mention women and girls that were in stand-alone games like Lara Croft from the Tomb Raider series or Bayonetta from her series of the same name. I could also have someone like Zelda from The Legend of Zelda and all her incarnations too.

The sky was the limit... but I also had three floors.

So, what would I do with the other two floors?

More offices? Or should I do something different?

I gave it some thought and came to the idea that one of them could have a more practical aspect of the business. Photo-shoots and cosplay. Green-screens and motion capture.

Wait...

Cosplay.

I could just make hot women for this floor who loved to cosplay. They could come into work cosplaying as characters any day of the week as long as they had some form of office attire. That way there would be all sorts of characters making an appearance from many franchises throughout the week.

That’s the ticket.

I willed for fifty women who were very talented at cosplaying to filter into this workplace wearing office lady versions of different characters. They would also be incredibly talented at creating art for this company, whether it was drawing or making videos or making video games.

These women would start appearing in the next ten minutes. The purpose of their workday would be to settle in and set up their teams and get used to their new work-spaces. If they wanted to get started on making things they could.

Now, what to do with the other two floors?

I teleported over to the stairwell next to one of the elevators with my bag in hand and walked down to the next floor. I stepped into the large space and willed for the lights to turn on. I nodded as the updates I had made for a more modern look had happened here just like the floor above.

This floor would be for the motion capture and other practical effects for the development of games. I would even put in a soundproof studio for making soundtracks. The next floor down would be entirely for photo-shoots and for cosplay. Of course, that didn’t mean that the workers couldn’t use each other's resources when appropriate.

I set about willing into existence the equipment needed for the motion capture room, the sound effects room and the music recording room. Large, partitioned rooms appeared with enough soundproofing to avoid any distractions for the different departments. I made the recording room smaller than the other two because they only needed room to stand or sit with a few instruments in the recording booth, while the editors or technicians or whatever you called them needed a separate space to watch and adjust things.

The largest rooms went to the sound effects department and the motion capture department. Each needed thick walls with sound proofing panels for their work. The sound room had lots of ankle high boxes filled with materials of different kinds with microphones positioned nearby to capture their unique sounds. Along the walls were desks and shelves filled with interesting items that could also provide unique sounds.

The motion capture room was a large open space with steel frames lining the walls and ceiling rafters. Odd looking cameras were fixed in intervals along these frames. There was a large mirror on one wall and in one corner there were computer desks with some high-tech looking equipment. The studio lights in the rafters shone onto soft grey carpet and thick soundproof foam panels on the walls. In another corner of the large space were an assortment of furniture pieces and a few treadmills. Next to those were containers, presumably, holding props or motion capture suits.

With those three rooms finished, what a person would see when walking out of the elevator or stairwell would be a corridor with a couple turns, connecting with the opposite elevator and stairwell. A few doors lined the walls of the corridor with signs above them labeling which room was which.

I walked into the motion capture room and looked around for a bit before doing the same with the other two. While I was looking around, I wondered how many women I would need to fill the positions here on this floor. Having one to each would be too few, I thought. Even if I made them insanely competent. Plus, the more women the better. Especially in this world.

I willed for a team of five women to arrive soon. They would have the same parameters as the office women upstairs with the approach to cosplaying various characters as modern versions working in a building like this. This team would have a person using the computers in the corner while the other four would go about their day making reference animations in between animation requests from the floors above and below them. I also willed for the sound room to also have a team of five to work in the same manner with their sound effects.

The recording room will have another team of five, all of them insanely good with any instrument, both modern and classical, and even some very old traditional ones. They’ll be amazing singers with differing styles for all sorts of song genres or soundtracks. They’ll alternate who would be in the booth playing or singing, while the others will be in the tech room next door.

Both the recording room and the motion capture room can be used for any voice acting for any games or videos the women upstairs might be making. Even if those videos were short porn clips.

That would make a total of fifteen women working this floor. Less than the fifty on the room above, but with the freedom to invite some women from other departments to help with any workload or even from women outside the company as volunteers.

Of course, none of that really mattered since I could just use my power over this world to make whatever I wanted, but what about those times where I was off doing my own thing, enjoying interesting scenarios? I still wanted these women to make things passively in the background that I could upload in the real world. So, hopefully, after giving them instructions for dealing with and editing the memories of my first adventures here, others could also work on things I hadn’t thought of. Still, I would make sure they don’t deviate into themes that I didn’t like. I willed all the women that would work here to only make content that matched my own particular kinks. Harem being the one with most priority.

One guy enjoying multiple women. One by one or at the same time. Other fetishes would make appearances too, but I wanted harems to be the general theme.

Now...

Onto the next floor.

I once again walked onto an empty floor. Identical to the other two when they had nothing to fill the space.

I thought about what I wanted here. It would focus on cosplay and the photo-shoot opportunities that those outfits presented. So, that meant there would be some rooms with those long white backgrounds and cameras facing them. There may even be some furniture and props for each shoot, so I made a large storage room with such things in a corner. I also wanted a room with a green-screen.

The end result was a prop room next to a room that acted as a large wardrobe filled with clothing items for various outfits, then came four rooms for the shoots. And lastly, a green-screen room next door to a workshop with materials for making new clothing items. I wanted it to be a cosplayers paradise, so I made sure to will for the best equipment to appear.

This floor would have eight women working here. Four photographers, one green-screen expert and one super talented seamstress and two that helped with moving furniture, props and clothing on top of helping with lighting for the photographers. Women from other departments will also have reason to come down here to help since I made them all cosplayers at heart. Although, all the shoots would need to be scheduled in advance.

My work was mostly done. I just needed to head back up to the top floor and give instructions to the bosses up there.

I teleported to the top of the stairwell and walked out into the office space for Provocative Inc.

The place seemed livelier now, since more women had arrived. I saw women walking around and looking at their new workplace. There was a hushed sound of chatter from various groups of women. I could see, and recognize, women from the game, Genshin Impact. There was Raiden Shogun, a woman with long, purple and braided hair. She had a cool and beautiful Asian face with a slightly stern expression. She wore a black blazer with a white-collar shirt underneath and a tight black pencil skirt over bare legs. She had sensible work shoes with low heels.

I then caught sight of a shock of incredibly red hair and recognized Himiko from Honkai Impact. Or was this one from Honkai Star Rail? This woman wore a white shirt with some frills down her front and a long, but tight, grey skirt. The fabric stretched across her hips and hugged her form in a sexy display.

Another woman that caught my eye was someone from another game franchise. Atago was a woman from the Gacha game Azur Lane. She was a Japanese beauty with a big bust held back by a valiant white shirt, the buttons of which were straining below her large cleavage. The rest of her attire was a short black skirt and dark tights and high heels.

To break the chain of Gacha characters, I also saw Samus Aran from Metroid Prime talking with Zelda from The Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild. The two blondes were discussing something at one of the desks in the middle of the room.

My eyes scanned around some more. I saw Elsa from Frozen close to a Tifa from Final Fantasy VII. There was a Bulma from Dragonball close to the manager offices talking with the girl from the Samsung commercial. Samsung Sam, or whatever her name was.

There was quite an assortment of characters present. All in some form of office working clothes. The sight was bringing my member to full mast in my pants and made it difficult to walk. So, I shifted myself with no fear of anyone noticing. The feeling of freedom and liberation hadn’t faded with these actions. I could walk around naked with all these women and there would be no reprimand whatsoever. In fact, I had the urge to do just that.

But I held off.

I wanted to leave it alone until I tried having fun in another place. This real body of mine only had so many loads to shoot.

I walked towards the managers offices and poked my head into one of them. I didn’t find anyone there, so I went to the next one, the larger one with the long meeting table. There were three of the managers present here. The Commander White woman and the two redheads. Whitney, Devola and Popola.

The three women were sat at the table and discussing some work-related things and looking at the screens of three laptops in front of each of them.

Whitney leaned forward, elbows resting on the polished table, her long blonde ponytail slipping over one shoulder. She tapped a manicured nail against the edge of her laptop screen.

“Alright, let’s get the priorities straight before the teams start flooding in with questions.” She said, voice calm but carrying that unmistakable commanding tone. “Floor one is our content engine. We need art, animation, and editing pipelines running by end of day tomorrow at the latest.”

Devola nodded, red waves shifting as she pulled up a shared spreadsheet. “Got it. I’ll assign my team to the initial sketches. Should I prioritize stills or motion previews?”

“Both.” Whitney answered without hesitation. “Stills for quick posts, ten-second previews for the higher tiers. Popola, you’re on 3D modelling and rigging. I want walk cycles and basic interaction poses so we can drop teaser renders by Friday. Coordinate with Devola’s team for texture hand-off.”

Popola leaned back in her chair, arms crossed under her chest, the tight dress riding up just enough to show the lace tops of her stockings. “Understood. I’ll set up a shared asset library on the server so the 2D girls can pull directly. We should also block out time for voice-over integration once the sound team downstairs gets their mics calibrated. Do we want full VO for the Patreon exclusives or just moans and ambience?”

“Full VO where it fits the scene.” Whitney decided. “Keep the dialogue light and enthusiastic. Harem dynamics, praise, begging, the usual. No heavy narrative yet; we’ll save that for longer series once we have more footage.”

Devola tapped a few keys, pulling up a calendar. “I’ll schedule the first team sync for 10 a.m. tomorrow. Artists, modellers, and editors in one room. We can demo the harem workflow live. Should give us a solid twelve pieces ready by end of week if everyone stays on task.”

Whitney nodded once, decisive. “Good. That gives us content buffer for the launch posts and early patron requests.”

I didn’t understand much of what was said but the fact they were already thinking about posting on a Patreon, made me wonder if they were filled in by the Dreamworld on my plans. That was pretty convenient. It also really seemed like an actual business I created here with all that back and forth and jargon words.

I stepped further into the room and placed my hands onto the table. I stood there and wondered about what my next move would be. I wanted these office ladies to take my memories of this world and turn them into an episodic story with imagery that looked realistic but was obviously AI, or anime inspired perhaps. That would be one job I would give them. Another job would be to make a full triple A game with some lewd content. A game with as high a production quality as Genshin Impact and others like it, but with some nudity and adult interactions.

I really wanted to see if I could transfer something like that over to the real world. I could make quite a lot of money from a game like that. It would have to go without any online stuff like Gacha games have, so it would need to be some sort of RPG that can be played offline. I had some ideas for that.

Other jobs I would give these ladies would be to make all sorts of artwork and videos using their own creativity but fitting in line with my preferred kinks. And it seemed like they were already leaning in that direction. Everything else can just be made by these workers at their own discretion.

Cosplay, lewd videos, illustrations... All made by talented women that I created. This would be my cash cow and my ticket to a lot of money. Hopefully.

I watched the three women and made it so they viewed me as the “Big Boss” when I would address them. When I didn’t address them, they would just carry on with their work like Whitney was the boss. That way I wouldn’t have to be in charge all the time.

I watched the three women for a few moments longer, the low murmur of their conversation blending with the faint hum of the overhead lights. Whitney was still pointing at something on her screen, Devola nodding thoughtfully, Popola tapping a pen against her lower lip. They were so absorbed in logistics, deadlines, asset hand-offs, VO integration, that the room felt almost normal, like any corporate office on a Monday morning.

Except it wasn’t. And my cock was already stirring again.

I stepped forward quietly, closing the distance until I was right beside them at their end of the table. None of them looked up. I started with Whitney and leaned in close enough to feel the warmth radiating off her skin, then pressed my lips to the side of her neck just below her ear. She smelled expensive. Like clean linen, a hint of vanilla, and something faintly metallic like printer ink. I dragged my tongue slowly along the curve of her throat, tasting her skin and the barest trace of her perfume. She didn’t flinch. Didn’t pause. She just kept talking.

“…and we’ll need to flag any assets that might trip the filters.” she said evenly. “Patreon’s been twitchy lately about edge cases.”

I slid my left hand around her waist, palm flat against the charcoal fabric of her blazer, then up under it to cup one heavy breast through the silk blouse. I squeezed her possessively, groping roughly. Whitney exhaled through her nose, a tiny sound that could have been consideration rather than pleasure.

Devola glanced at her spreadsheet. “I can add a pre-filter checklist to the shared drive. Should take five minutes.”

I moved behind Devola next. Her red waves smelled faintly of strawberries and hairspray. I buried my face against the side of her neck and inhaled deeply, then licked a long track from collarbone to earlobe. She tasted sweet like candy. My right hand slipped around her front, fingers splaying across one of her breasts. The dress material was thin enough that I could feel the lace of her bra. I kneaded slowly, while my tongue traced lazy patterns around her ear.

Popola leaned forward to point at Whitney’s screen. “If we batch the VO sessions by kink cluster, with harem praise first, then begging, we can knock out the exclusives faster.”

I kissed Popola’s cheek, open-mouthed, tongue flicking out to taste her skin. Then tilted her head back so I could kiss her fully on the mouth, plunging my tongue between her lips. I sloshed around in her mouth with loud wet noises and used my thumb and finger to squeeze her open more. Then I pulled back and spat into her waiting mouth.

I let go and watched as she swallowed instinctively before straightening out.

I stepped back, breathing a little harder, cock throbbing insistently against my pants. My hands were still tingling from the feel of their bodies. I wiped my mouth with the back of one wrist, then cleared my throat, ready to address them.

“Excuse me, ladies?” I called out. The three of them paused in their discussion and turned to me. “Sorry to interrupt.”

“No, that’s quite all right. What can we do for you, Sir?” Ms. Whitney responded calmly. The other two remained silent but looked on with interest.

“I just wanted to give a few directives for your teams to handle. One of them I’d like done to how I specify, but the others I leave up to them to brainstorm with some degree of freedom.” I told them.

“I see. Did you want these finished today? We were thinking today would be a settling in period.” Whitney questioned.

“It won’t be that urgent, so no it doesn’t have to be done by the end of the day. They’ll be more long-term goals and projects.” I assured them. I made an external hard drive appear on the table next to me. “One of the projects I want handled is for a team of editors to turn the footage from this hard drive into episodes that resemble convincing AI videos. The episodes can be any length, as long as they get the good bits and cut the boring bits. Some of the internal monologues will be needed for context. There are already subtitles on here too.”

The women nodded along and made notes on their laptops.

“Next, I’d like for us to make our first game. I don’t have many ideas for what it would be about at the moment, but there were a few things I wanted. One, the protagonist would be a male like myself. Two, there would be a lot of sexy female characters, both playable and non-playable. Three, there would be a harem relationship between the male protagonist and the female characters.” I told them and listed the three main things I wanted. They took more notes. “Anything else I’ll leave up to the wonderful creativity of our people.”

“Interesting.” Ms. Whitney muttered. “Did you have a preference for the general setting? Like, a fantasy one, or modern or sci-fi?”

“I... did not. If we could brainstorm ideas for each of those then we might get a better idea with what to go with. We could even take some inspiration from some big titles that already exist, but with our own spin.” I said. Even though I asked for one, I didn’t really have a cohesive idea for a game yet.

The ladies nodded and took more notes.

“Have meetings and discussions and even open up to suggestions from your teams. They might have some cool ideas. I’ll check in with you all tomorrow to help things along.”

“Alright. Popola? Compose an email for all departments letting them know about this direction and ask them to think on any ideas for the project.” Whitney said to one of the red heads.

“Yes, Ma’am.”

“Okay, next thing I’d like is for your various artists to mainly do whatever they like, but mainly to make content that has harem themes. One man and multiple women. Whether that’s an illustration of one man with multiple women in the picture, or multiple pictures where the same man is with different women. This can also apply to any videos made or stories written.”

“Okay, but did you have a model for this man in mind?” Whitney asked me.

“Hmm... you can make him look like me, but a better version. However, it would be better to make the focus the women rather than the man. In pictures and videos at least.”

They nodded once more and tapped away at their laptops. Then he got an interesting idea. What if he made a Dreamworld version of himself, altered to look slightly different? This version would work here in the office as the male model in question. He could even work with the various departments like the motion capture department downstairs for those male motions specific to men. Like walking or fucking.

For that matter, I could have him actually going around fucking the women of this office for that extra footage when I wasn’t here to do it. And since he would essentially be me, and fake, I probably wouldn’t feel weird about another male presence here fucking my women. Because, well, he’s me.

So, I willed for a version of myself to appear besides me. He appeared, looking slightly different with his hair style and color. He even looked more in shape than me, but only by a little. He wore suit pants and a white shirt with a red tie and stood calmly to the side, waiting for my instruction.

“This here is my... uh, protege, Jeremy.” I said, trying to come up with a name and backstory on the fly. “Use him as the model for any male characters across the different media we make here. You can use him for sketches and 3D modelling as well as motion capture.”

Jeremy stepped forward smoothly, offering a polite nod to the three managers. His posture was relaxed but confident. Shoulders back, hands loosely at his sides, the red tie perfectly knotted against the crisp white shirt. He looked like a slightly polished, gym-regular version of me: same height, same general build, but with sharper jawline, neater hair (dark brown with a subtle undercut), and an easy, disarming smile that made him seem approachable rather than threatening.

“Good morning, ladies.” He said, voice calm and warm, just a touch deeper than mine. “I’m Jeremy. It’s a pleasure to meet you all. I’m looking forward to working closely with the teams here.”

Whitney returned the nod with professional courtesy, her red lips curving faintly. “Welcome aboard, Jeremy. We’ll make sure you’re integrated quickly.”

Devola gave him a small, appraising smile, red waves shifting as she tilted her head. “Nice to have a dedicated model on-site. Should make asset consistency much easier.”

Popola simply leaned back in her chair, arms still crossed under her chest, and offered a quick “Hi, Jeremy,” with a casual flick of her fingers.

No surprise, no questions. Just immediate acceptance, as though a second male had always been in the room.

I cleared my throat and gestured toward him.

“Jeremy’s role here goes beyond just modelling and motion capture,” I explained. “When I’m not physically present in the office, he’ll be acting as the central male figure in our content. Think of him as the protagonist in the kind of stories we’re building. Harem-focused, enthusiastic, free-use normalcy. He’ll interact with the women here exactly the way I would: casual groping, spontaneous sex, group scenes, whatever fits the moment. No hesitation, no boundaries, full participation from everyone involved.”

The three managers listened without blinking.

“His experiences, every encounter, every position, every conversation, will be recorded and stored as raw memory data. You can pull from that the same way you’ll pull from the footage on the hard drive over there.” I nodded toward the external drive still sitting on the table. At the same time, I willed for this Jeremy’s memory to have a connection to the computers here. “Use his memories to generate authentic scenes, dialogue, reactions. Treat them like source material for illustrations, animations, VO scripts, anything that needs that one-male-multiple-females dynamic to feel lived-in and real.”

Whitney tapped a quick note on her laptop. “Understood. We’ll set up a secure memory-extraction pipeline so his sessions feed directly into the shared asset library.”

And just like that, this memory extraction thing was just easily accepted.

Devola glanced at Jeremy, sizing him up again. “We’ll need to schedule regular motion capture slots for him. Both solo and group. Make sure the girls downstairs know he’s cleared for full-contact reference.”

Popola smirked faintly. “And if he’s anything like the boss, we won’t have to beg for volunteers.”

Jeremy gave a small, easy laugh. “Happy to help however I’m needed.”

I nodded, satisfied. Plus, they were already talking cohesively.

“Good. Start whenever you’re ready. He’s fully autonomous when I’m not here. When he’s not doing something sexual or providing memories or helping with motion capture, you can have him help write scripts and dialogue from the male perspective for whatever project needs it.”

Whitney made more notes in her laptop. “Understood. We’ll have the first memory batch indexed by end of day tomorrow. Anything else, sir?”

“One last thing before I leave you all to it. I’d like for a photographer to take candid pictures and videos of the women of this company. She can be as perverted with the shots as she wants. Up skirts, down blouse, close-ups, you name it. This photographer can go anywhere with no restrictions to get any lewd shots. She would even be able to ask her subjects for poses.”

“Would this position be all that she does throughout the day?” Whitney asked.

“Mostly. She can collaborate with any of the artists and will have her own desk. She can even find a balance between that and other pursuits similar to others working here. Heck, it can even be someone who is already working here.”

“I see. We’ll hammer out the details.” The blonde boss lady assured me.

“Cool. That’s everything I have for you. I’ll check in with you tomorrow.”

The three women nodded and returned to their discussion without missing a beat, voices overlapping in calm efficiency. Though, now, they were discussing the things I had asked them to do.

I looked over to Jeremy who had stepped back, hands in his pockets, waiting for his first assignment.

He stood there calmly and I had the odd moment of feeling like I was looking at a mirror. Only, he was more like the ideal version of me. A version that I could reasonably achieve if I kept up with my running or went to the gym. Though, the thought of going to a gym made me cringe. I didn’t like the idea of other people seeing me work out. Even if it was unlikely that others would care, there were still those videos online of people filming others to make fun of them in the gym.

But wait...

I could just use gyms in this world, right?

I didn’t need to go to a real-world gym at all.

I laughed a little at the “life hack”. There was even a sexual incentive to watch hot women around me as I worked out. That decided it.

Anyway, what to do with this Jeremy guy? Should I get him to start fucking around as a sex story protagonist? Yeah, the sooner the better. I willed for there to be a desk for him on the office floor. Then I willed for Whitney to come up with an opening scenario where she goes over the job description with him, adding in the sexual freeuse clause like it was normal and expected. He would act surprised and ask questions, being hesitant at first, like I would. Then begins his freeuse office journey.

And that was all I had for this office escapade. For now.

I now wanted to go out and do more exploring of this world, getting up to more fun sexual shenanigans.

I willed for a teaser video of my first day here in the Dreamworld, fully edited, to appear on my Dream tablet. Then transferred it to my real hard drive. Put it in my bag and teleported away.

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