Playing Games with Ana

Ana

Drake Voss was an interesting character. His mind was sharp, but he often seemed a little... disconnected from the base at large. Even with all the clashing personalities and ideals from different sourced universes, he was somehow the outlier in ostracisation. I'd seen a lot in this last year since joining The Nexus, wonders that never failed to boggle the mind, yet that boy always seemed to have a chip on his shoulder about his dang...

No, I shouldn't judge. I don't know what adversities he faces. All I can do is make sure he works at peak efficiency. For the sake of the crew, everyone should always be working at their mental peak.

Drake was the only member of my team I was worried wasn't working at their peak. All the other men were happy to stare openly at my chest whenever I walked through their workstations. A reward for their efforts, and a goal to keep their minds focused. The girls weren't the prettiest on the base, but they could knock more than a few men down, given half the chance. Yet, Drake only ogled them occasionally. He seemed to do well for a while, but he'd been drifting away from me. Looking at his desk, staring at his fellow male crewmember's reactions, frowning at the lights for some reason. All in all, his performance review was coming up and if I didn't get him to shape up he may be **** to leave the base.

As such, I developed a nice little test for him. A game to keep his mind on the mission at all times. I'd emailed him a notice about it and my arrival at his quarters after work, meaning as I knock on his door...

"Come in, Ana."

With a nod, his door slid upwards and I stepped inside. The simple act of stepping made my braless chest bounce in my thin see-through tank-top, hopefully catching Drake's eyes as I stood to attention.

"Good evening, Voss."

"Back again to get trounced? Surely this must be getting embarrassing for you, Ana."

I smirked at his cockiness, and at his eyes drifting to see the loveheart nipple covers I had on under my tank-top. If that doesn't make him win the game I don't know what will, "Just start the game. Some of us have better things to be doing."

This was day three of his training. I still tried to keep a professional cadence with all the team, which some have described to me as being distant, but I couldn't really care. Familiarity can breed just as much distrust as trust, I didn't have to kiss this man on the mouth every time I see him to respect his work ethic. Besides, I was helping him today with this board game.

A game of true skill and mental challenge to keep his mind sharp, pitting us against each other in a challenge of wits, while rewarding him with the constant barrage of my chest to keep him motivated. He'd be the star of the whole base once I was through with him.

All thanks to this intense board game: 'Guess Who? Simpsons Edition'.

Drake had already set up the two boards for us, so I took a seat on his desk chair as he kept himself on his bed. The rooms weren't very big, but enough to live out of. We weren't supposed to entertain company in our quarters supposedly, and there were plenty of lounge spots to engage in such activities, but I thought it would be best to keep this secret training secret for now.

Twenty-four members of The Simpsons extended cast stood before me. I made my choice: Barney Gumble. A perfect choice to hide amongst the weeds of similarly overweight men in the cast, meaning he'd be stuck picking off singular traits near the end. While I went in for the strike.

"Is your character male?"

"No."

Hmm, perhaps these training sessions aren't working. Picking a woman. An utterly foolish move, letting me eliminate all but five of the cards. Was Drake even trying?

I sat back in my chair, relaxed in the knowledge I was already guaranteed victory.

For all his complaining about lights, the man kept his room incredibly bright. It was like a bright summer day, with it almost stinging to look directly at them. Luckily, the room itself was nice enough to look at. Drake kept his place impeccably clean. His casual wear was thrown about the space along the floor, his bedding was clumped up in a pile at the end of his bed, discarded cans and magazines were placed perfectly in erratic locations. It even rivalled my room in cleanliness. You can say a lot about Voss, but to say he was unclean was simply not-

"...hm, I must say I am a little disappointed, Voss."

"Hm? I haven't even made my first guess yet."

I shook my head with a frown, "Not the game--though I doubt you can claw back a win as it is--no, I was just thinking how clean your room is until, well, I saw that." I could scarcely look at it.

A single donut on a plate.

"It's fine, isn't it? It's not hurting anyone."

"Really? Ugh, men. I can't believe you can stand the sight of it, let alone letting it sit there." I was almost gagging at the thought of seeing it every time he woke up. How could he ever be efficient if he had that in his room? Something had to be done. "I know I'm in no position to demand how you live your life, but can you please clean it up? Or at least allow me to?"

"...okay. But do you mind doing it?"

"Thank you. And I suppose it's fair that I do it since it is my issue." I accepted the task, reaching over and grabbing the pink glazed ring. Already my mind felt eased. Just the separation of donut and plate was already like I'd scrubbed his room from top to bottom. But there was still the matter of the donut itself, I couldn't just throw it on the floor... it may end up back on the plate again.

"Uh, Ana? What are you doing? Aren't you going to bin that?"

I looked at him confused, trying to understand his questions, "I was about to, Voss. To get rid of food, you eat it because my mouth is the bin for food."

A few emotions seemed to flash on his face, most of them constrained behind a veneer of some sort, all before he abruptly beamed at me, "...right! My mistake. Go ahead!"

Interruption aside, I shrugged it off and consumed the donut. For as disgusting as the man could be, leaving a donut on a plate when he knew a female officer was coming around, he did at least have good taste in donuts. Pink ones with sprinkles were my favourite.

After that, things continued as they should. Drake ended up winning the match, turns out having less cards to eliminate can sometimes hold you back. Clever man, going for busty Marge while I went for clean Barney.

After the match was concluded, I excused myself and returned to my room. The session had taken up most of my evening, but it was time well spent. I did a little bit of cleaning by discarding my clothes onto the floor and then unclumped my standard issue duvet to get some proper sleep.

Drake knew that couldn't have gone better.

A few new rules had been added specifically to the lights in Ana's quarters, and the brighter than average lights of his own room. The delicately aged blonde beauty would be the sounding board for massive changes to the base's normal day to day.

First, Drake got her to actually visit his quarters. It wasn't the trickiest, but not as easy as you'd think either. Implanting a simple 'visit Drake' command would work, but with a mind as sharp as Ana's she'd start to wonder 'why'. Why did she come to his room? Was there a reason? Why is he grinning so much? Without purpose, the mind may begin to wonder as to why the body wandered.

So the game was invented to bring her around on believable grounds. Ana wasn't the head of the technicians, but she had always felt a sense of responsibility for their actions since she was a little older than the rest. It was why her mind responded so easily to making the team 'stay efficient', and why she wouldn't bat an eye to coming around and helping Voss out. Her manner may be curt, but everyone knew she deeply cared about her team.

But that wasn't the only change to dear old Ana's mind.

There was the obvious stuff of getting her to dress even more provocatively, and making her think that Simpsons Guess Who was as clever a game as Chess in terms of depth of skill.

But then there was changing what she thought was 'clean'. This took a couple of days to get right. She'd nearly blown the lid off the whole operation when Drake had forgotten to isolate her sense of cleanliness to just people's quarters, and she'd spent part of the morning knocking things off of desks to make it 'cleaner'.

Drake would probably change this back soon. It didn't help matters more than just testing what he could get her to believe was 'unclean'. The donut being a big push forward for him. Not only could he make Ana believe the piece of food on a plate was awfully messy, he also designated how to get rid of said waste. It wasn't that much of a push to believe that you eat food to get rid of it. There was a worry he'd have her **** on chicken bones, so he made sure to specify only messy edible food needed to be eaten to get rid of it.

The goal was to eventually have every woman in the base believe a full set of testicles was disgustingly messy, and the only receptacle to clean up their cum was to use their bodies to do so. But that was long term planning.

For now, he could happily get his own sleep, with his mind racing with plans.