Week 1: Wednesday, 5th Dec 2029, Early Afternoon

I went back to navigating the labyrinthine depths of my old dossiers, when I heard a faint shuffling behind the door. Soft, measured steps, heels barely kissing the floor. A pause. Then, three deliberate knocks..

"May I come in Master?" It was indeed Yoko

"Enter," I said. "Jennifer explained the process to you, I assume,"

"Ta Da" The door creaked open and a naked Yoko stepped inside.

I leaned back, fingertips pressed together. "Good. Take a seat," I gestured to the leather chair across from me. "Let's get you done before lunch."

Yoko strode forward with that same smooth confidence, settling into the chair without hesitation, crossing one leg over the other. "You gonna ask me about my weakness?" she teased.

A chuckle escaped me. "I already know your weakness," I replied, "What I want to ask is why."

"Why what" she asked, voice softer, measured.

"Why let me catch you?" I watched her face closely, every microexpression, every flicker of muscle beneath that pale skin. Her eyes narrowed, but not with hostility, more like she was recalibrating, adjusting to the line of questioning.

"Ah, I was expecting the question. Didn't expect it to be so late." She said.

Ah," she mused, "I was expecting the question. Didn’t think it’d take you this long to ask." Her gaze didn’t waver. If anything, it sharpened, like she was testing me for cracks. "It’s simple. It’s a safe exit."

"Safe exit as a ****? Not a good strategy."

Her smile stretched wider, lips curling with the kind of confidence that bordered on arrogance. "Why not? My personal identity is just a gorgeous shut-in, a convenient target for any ambitious slaver. Easy pickings," she said, leaning back with casualness. "Besides, if you don’t think it’s a good strategy, none of my enemies would consider it either."

I raised an eyebrow, fingers drumming lightly on the edge of the desk. "Really? So to escape the jaws of your enemies, you willingly step into mine? Hardly seems like an upgrade," I replied.

Her laugh was sharp, almost musical. "You flatter yourself," she countered. "If my enemies got their hands on me, I’d be flayed open before sundown. Compared to that, this place is a damn sanctuary."

I leaned forward, elbows resting on the desk. "I still don’t buy it," I said, voice dropping a register. "And if you don’t convince me, you’re getting punished for lying. You know the rules."

Her eyes rolled, more theatrical than genuine. "Seriously? All because I said you’re not as bad as my enemies? Didn’t think you’d be so sensitive, Master," she teased, her tone dripping with mockery. "This isn’t a dick-measuring contest, you know."

I let the silence stretch for just a moment before tilting my head. "I’ve got a better answer," I said.

Her eyes brightened with intrigue, lips curling into that damnable smirk. "Do share, my astute master," she purred, leaning forward as if my words were something to be savored.

I leaned back, hands steepled beneath my chin, watching her reaction. "Maybe," I began, voice slow and deliberate, "a horny little shut-in got tired of her library of porn. Maybe she figured that being my personal plaything would give her more of a thrill than all the firewalls she’s ever cracked. Turns out, being penetrated was a whole lot more fun than penetrating."

Yoko's eyes went wide before she burst into laughter, raw and unrestrained. "Oh my god, I didn’t take you for a narcissist," she shot back, shaking her head. "My dildo is twice the size of your cock."

My lips curled into a grin. "So you admit it then? That you’re just a horny little shut-in after all?"

Yoko leaned back, stretching her arms above her head, her body shifting easily into a position of comfort. "I do admit, the sex is good," she said casually, as if she were discussing the weather. Her smile softened slightly. "Plus, I like Jen. She’s fun." A pause, her eyes flickering with something unspoken. "Maybe that’s part of the reason. I don’t lie."

I raised an eyebrow. "A little bit of honesty from you? That’s rare currency."

She shrugged. "Maybe I’m just lonely. But it’s fun here. Let’s not make it complicated. Haven’t I proven my loyalty? Apart from the occasional... outbursts."

"Not questioning your loyalty," I replied, leaning back in my chair and folding my hands over my lap. "Just making sure I find the right role for you. Optimization, remember?"

Her eyes sparked with curiosity. "So what is it, then?"

"Secretary," I said simply. "And don’t expect to touch a computer without my direct supervision."

Yoko’s laughter came out sharp and sudden. "And you say you trust me?"

"Don’t be a bimbo, Yoko," I replied, voice steady,. "If you get cocky and decide to penetrate someone’s system again, I don’t want your digital signature, or whatever you hackers call it, traced back to me. At this stage I'm ant to your enemies too."

Her grin only widened, eyes gleaming with mischief. "A little confidence wouldn’t kill you. My reputation as a hacker far outshines yours as a hacker."

I chuckled, the sound low and unhurried. "Big talk coming from someone who had to strip down and crawl into my grasp just to escape her enemies," I countered. "How’s that for confidence?"

She raised her hands in mock surrender. "Touché, Master. Touché."

"Besides," I continued, "you give a damn good blowjob, so half of your workday will probably be under my desk. Think of it as... fulfilling your duties in more ways than one."

Yoko groaned, rolling her eyes dramatically. "Seriously? Sucking your cock is fine, but watching you type? That gives me high blood pressure. How do you still use two fingers for that?"

I smirked, tapping the edge of the desk. "And yet you keep coming back."

She fished out a pen on my desk and grabbed a piece of paper. "Here, take this,"

I glanced at the sequence, brow furrowing. "The hell is this?"

Yoko shook her head, sighing as if she were speaking to a child. "You really are tech-illiterate, aren’t you? It’s a decryption key," she replied, voice dripping with condescension. "You still have my hard drives, right?"

"Yeah," I nodded, sliding the paper back toward her. "Didn’t see anything interesting on it, though. Mostly just porn."

"For fuck’s sake," she groaned, pinching the bridge of her nose. "Tomorrow, I’ll help you decrypt the files. There’s some good shit on there, trust me. My trophies from all the ‘penetrations’ I’ve done," she said, the double meaning dripping from her tongue. "Think of it as a gift... maybe something to consider before you dole out your precious punishments."

I scoffed, leaning back. "You wish. Scram, and tell Lisa she can come see me after lunch. I’ll check out your drives, but I’m doing it in a virtual machine. I’m not falling for any of your funny business. I know my way around a computer, you know."

Yoko laughed, the sound rich and mocking. "Wait until you hear about VM Escape," she shot back, rolling her eyes as she stood from the chair. "I’m joining the girls for lunch. Another second with you, and I’ll end up formatting my own brain." She flashed one last grin before turning on her heel, her footsteps soft and measured as she slipped out the door, leaving the scent of lavender in her wake.