Melissa, filling holes.

As you walk in you see a very naked Bill, pounding the ass of an intern. Sylvia you think her name is. Melissa giggles. Your clear your throat.

Bill lets out a little oomf sound, then begins. "Nice to see you, Tara." He continues fucking her.
"We have made good progress, but I wanted to make sure everyone is on the same page. Ooo, fuck yes." He comes and pulls out.

You smile as Sylvia pulls clothes around her attempting to preserve her modesty, she is already showing signs of infection.

You raise your voice. "R and D team, get in here please."

Sylvia finds a seat still absentmindedly trying to cover herself. Soon her modestly will disappear. Indeed, if it wasn't for the importance of getting the emitters ready you might have preferred conducting this little meeting in the nude.

Bill confidently sits. Colleen, another tech walks in. She is clearly infected and further along than Sylvia, she smiles at you and licks her lips hungrily. Joe, the team leader for the project swaggers in. You smile at him. He has been infected nearly as long as Bill. His package bulges nicely.

While an orgy would be a nice diversion, you have a city to infect. "First, I'd like the team to welcome Melissa Adams."

Melissa does a little curtsy, and eyes the team lustfully.

You continue. "She will be helping to get the emitters working with the new medium by Saturday. This is the single most important priority we have right now. Get it done on time and you all get to lick my pussy and fuck me." You lift up your skirt showing off your wet bare snatch. Sylvia looks shocked, but there is a longing in her eyes and she can't take her eyes off your pussy. Colleen licks her lips and looks ready to slide a finger in her own wet slit. Bill and Joe both spring to life, lust in their eyes.

"Fail to get this done, and I'll have one of you tortured for days. Keep me up to date on progress." You sneer.

Lilith has gifted you with improved tools to manage, a better carrot and stick. You turn to walk out.

Melissa whispers with surprising ferocity,"We WILL have it ready on time, Tara."

You check your watch. It's a bit after four. Time to return to your office to pick up Greta and the wine, then off to celebrate with Sara. You lick your lips.