Remain with Adam

dam felt distracted as he tried to concentrate on the Rako files. Part of it was his private resentment of the media always going to that jerk Tank Tolland to comment on behalf of the too-male population, which sadly could not be called much of a "community." Yet the news story had left open a tease about a later update, and Adam finally decided to check it.

His television was really more of a hybrid computer, and so it was easy for him to use the same big screen to switch from FUNC News to Tolland's own little online video channel. He was just in time for the video, and was suitably impressed as the PHRIG recipient pulled her clothes off. Dang, Adam had to admit to himself. There was something downright magical about how light they were -- if they sagged at all, they actually seemed to sag UP.

Not so eager to watch Tolland show off his cocksmanship, Adam conducted a search for earlier video he was certain he had caught about PHRIG, and tracked it down and played it. The segment explained that PHRIG was a Polymeric Helium-Retaining Incremental Gel. First the housing was inserted, an infinitely expandable plastic receptacle which at first seemed to be little more than a black marble, through a small simple nick directly below the breast, and then the PHRIG got fed in with a tiny valve set in place for future increase and decrease. The inventor of PHRIG, one Dr. Cleveland Jackson, said he looked forward to augmenting the actress Lola Wynn Pyle, an undoubted beauty who unfortunately was rather flat.

Adam sensed movement outside his door, so he immediately hit his backup favorite: FUNC Financial, this time with newscaster Sugar Obregon. He had been greatly impressed with Sugar's rise from a weather girl barely out of her teens to a highly knowledgeable financial reporter, and had even gotten to speak with her for brief interviews concerning his company. Adam had decided long ago that if he wanted to hear the world was going to shit, he wanted to hear it from a busty and dazzling beauty like Sugar, and was pleased with how her career was skyrocketing.

It was Gogo gingerly opening the door. "Excuse me, Mr. Ziktor, but a young woman here says she's a friend of your daughter ... ?"

Adam looked past Gogo and was intrigued to see Chyna, from the ride that morning. "It's all right. Chyna, please come in."

Chyna blushed as she shut the door behind her with her back. "I'm surprised you even remember me, we never really had a chance to properly meet this morning."

"I pride myself on my memory." Especially of really hot young girls, Adam did not say. What was it about her, anyway? Her figure was not in any way bold, but it was definitely good enough, sleek and curvy, and her face was remarkably fetching. It came to him who she reminded him of -- Lavender Andersson, the young lady whose boob had once been groped right there on the red carpet by a gay (not even lesbian) reporter. Adam smiled to remember such unusually heterosexual behavior. "So what brings you here? Shouldn't you be at that .. what ... institute?"

"Academia. I don't have classes there all day, this is my break." Chyna began to slowly saunter forward. "I was just thinking ... all those men can only teach me theory. But you, working for this company, I'm thinking maybe you're a man who can show me ... the real thing."

"I'll be happy to give whatever advice you need."

"Uh-huh." She came up to his desk, then softened her voice to almost a whisper. "You know ... Chita was almost unconscious when she got out of your car."

Adam secretly delighted in the art of understatement. "Oh?"

"Oh. Oh oh oh. Very big ... oh. A lot of what she told me about you ... I find it kind of hard to believe ... but she's never lied to me about anything." She slyly slid to the front and center of his desk, pointedly shoving his Rako files aside with her ripe taut ass. "But like I said ... I could use a man who can show me the real thing. Do you think you can show me ... the REAL thing, Mr. Ziktor?"

There was no missing the fact that she had opened her legs wide, and that beneath her short tight leather skirt she wore no panties, and that her sweet cute pussy was glistening and damn near drooling with lubrication.

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Unbeknownst to Adam, outside Gogo kept drawing close to the door, hoping to overhear something even through the thickness of the wall and the door, and so she planted her ear directly against the wall once it became clear that, though muffled and semi-coherent, Adam was fucking that young woman's brains out.

Gogo felt conflicted. Her first emotion, a very primal one, was to feel miffed, even somehow insulted ... but that swiftly melted away as she began to realize she was enjoying this particular thrill, of spying, of listening in. Certainly it was silly to deny a man like Adam any pussy whatsoever, and the truth was that Gogo could be entertained by Adam's amazing virility all day and all night. She shut her eyes, listening to the poor dear sweet young thing shrieking about Adam's hugeness and power, and tried to actually see was happening in her mind.

She tried to listen better at the door, and accidentally leaned into it and opened it -- but, as it turned out, when all the action was already over.

"OH!" the young visitor yelped as Gogo stumbled in, then giggled nervously. "Well, you have business, Mr. Ziktor -- but I want to thank you, thank you so very much for all your help, believe me, thank you, thank you!"

"Anything for a friend, Chyna," Adam played cool, thankful to have cleaned up and pulled his pants back up just one minute before.

For Gogo there was no missing how wild the woman's hair and how rumpled her blouse had just become as she walked on out a little crookedly.

"Yes, Miss Ejarmen?"

"Oh!" Gogo could not look Adam in the eye and turned elsewhere, anywhere. "You said you would see models after lunch, but I see you have an appointment, and I recall Ms. Redstone wanting you at four -- so would three be all right to see them?"

"Yes, yes, three will be fine, Miss Ejarmen, now if you'll just -- "

"OH!"

Adam had the sound off, but on the television Gogo could instantly recognize a map of her native Mastonesia, especially one with an enormous swirling cloud superimposed over it. Adam turned and quickly caught on, figuring that the story had to be quite severe indeed to burst in on FUNC Financial. He restored the sound and the usually pleasant tones of Sugar Obregon.

" ... reports continuing to come in that Typhoon Duminya struck the southernmost shore of Mastonesia a short while ago. We're going to expand this map and give you some idea of the specific damage ... "

Adam stared as the map expanded into a blizzard of names of towns he had never heard of, but was more interested in how clearly mortified Gogo was. "Gogo? Gogo, how bad is it?"

"Vavavavuma ... !" She pointed at the screen, and indeed one of the dots read Vavavavuma.

"Yes?"

"That's ... that's my village ... "

"Gogo, I'm so sorry."

"They'll be safe, I know it, they're prepared for this, but -- ohhh!"

Adam winced as footage specified as coming from Vavavavuma showed what looked like a whole town leveled flat as if stepped on by a giant with a hundred-mile-wide heel.

"Ohhh ... !" Gogo automatically clung to Adam, resting her face against his chest.

Adam felt a bit put upon as Linda passed the open door. "What's going on now?" she wondered, obviously hoping for some mischief.

"It's on TV. Gogo's home village just got flattened by a typhoon."

Adam felt grimly amused to see Linda get very serious very quickly as she came in and watched.

"This is just terrible," Linda murmured. She turned to Gogo and got her attention. "My dear, I just want to assure you, our company will do anything for the people of your village."

This truly surprised Adam, for he knew that the company had been cutting way back on its charities of late, and more to the point, that Linda rarely did any one thing for just one reason. He wondered what she might be up to.

A bravely non-crying Gogo faced Linda and attempted a smile. "Oh, thank you, Ms. Redstone! Oh, that would be so wonderful of you!"

"You know, Gogo, really, under the circumstances, you should take the day off," Adam advised.

"Oh, oh no, I couldn't, I could really use work to keep my mind off this."

"Are you sure?" Adam pressed.

"Oh, absolutely, I want to stay."

"You're free to make any calls you want to make," said Linda, "and I'm going to work on a relief fund right now."

"Oh, you're both so wonderful!"

Adam frowned. Somehow he did not feel wonderful. He checked his watch. "Listen ... Linda, Gogo, maybe you can talk more about this, I've got lunch and an appointment to take care of, but if there's any way I can be of help -- "

"Adam ... you are more help than you know," Linda said cryptically, her smile its old scheming self once more.

Adam felt thankful to leave that particular scene, and looked forward to the gentle routine of lunch.

(Originally posted to the BE Addventure by DruulEmpire)