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After an hour plugging things, moving stuff about, and tinkering around with electronics, Alasdair managed connecting the Latitude cN to his computer. At last he could record his virtual experiences, aiding in producing promotional material.

He stretched his body before scratching at his firm broad back, and buttocks. He chuckled aloud, suddenly picturing his ex-girlfriend complimenting the view he often provided her. She always enjoyed seeing him perform any handiwork, her pussy flooding when watching his ass spread, flex, and mould into his pants. He, only cladding black briefs riding above his hips, would make her primal.

Alis, he heard her moan, imagining her hands gliding between her respectable breasts; down her damp sex.

She rubbed the cleft of her vulva, whispering modest moans that intensified, her warm ivory skin flushing with excitement. Her pointer and middle fingers traced the hood of her clit, exploring her bud before plunging into her vaginal canal, skimming her internal walls that emitted bliss. Alasdair followed her watering, brown eyes calling out in hushed tones.

You're making me wet. Please, Alis…I need you. I need your cock right now.

His shaft twitched, his underwear outlining the glans of his growing erection. He gripped and caressed his package for a moment, licking and biting his lips. He remembered Joselyn's petite body, all curvy; proportional outside of her tits. Her own tight ass would get him rigid when accentuated in her snug leggings.

The top dog released his breath, flexing his toes and fingers to abate his rising heat and desire to jerk off. He missed her. Missed her a lot. He stood there in silence, reflecting on their loving relationship and distressing breakup. He would think about Joselyn later, maybe fantasise about her in a threesome with Martina. That would be his mental reward after completing his tasks.

He opened several templates on his electronic tablet, which already listed out his marketing strategies he planned for the ARK Industries' product. If not for his noted approaches still in the preliminary stages, he would not have had his work cut out for him. He hissed his swears beyond his clenched jaw, because, again; he did this to himself.

After the disastrous meeting, he received the Latitude cN a week later. A month already passed, and he had nothing to show for it. A focus group was out of the question. The time and effort needed would exceed his upcoming deadline. Seven days. Damn, just like a procrastinating college student. Working under stress was his modus operandi, but that did not diminish his daunting endeavour.

Alasdair sat before his computer desk, looking down at the black crown. He was ready as ready could be, though his heart raced with intensity. Here he was about to give up his hard-earned virility.

His machismo.

His manhood.

All for the corporate office.

But to his surprise, the thought did not madden him. No. In fact, it did the exact opposite. It energised him, placed him on edge. During the Latitude cN demonstration, the ARK representative, the tricky showman Jun-Ho Park, put before his own submissive desires. Alasdair's cock thickened, bobbing up once more upon indulging in reminiscence. Jun-Ho's digital crowd, comprising only women, and his real audience, including Alasdair, Martina, and his colleagues, focused on the full, shapely woman making her way with him in his simulation.

The woman traced Jun-Ho's broad chest, abdomen, and groin with one hand, while travelling down his broad back with the other, pinching his firm ass cheeks upon reaching his hips. She aroused the representative, grasping at his thickened shaft and leading him to a slipper chair, only to lay him over her lap; his hands, knees, and feet meeting the ground. The anticipated cries of the digital audience as they awaited the manly man’s spanking piqued both Alasdair's interests and arousal. Would Jun-Ho really publicise his submission before his prospective clients? Sure, the broadcasted visuals censored his genitals and ass, but they could all see his imminent domination by the attractive curvaceous woman.

Alasdair looked down to his crotch. His steel nail erection stretched towards the sky, tenting his tight briefs. He dismissed the mild annoyance of his easy arousal, remembering Jun-Ho ended the simulation before succumbing to his dominant when his colleague discretely divulged him of his own throbbing protuberance.

The top dog acknowledged a deeper possibility. Maybe, just maybe, it was not the thought of giving up his masculinity that troubled him. Maybe it was this supposed willingness he had to do so, giving Jun-Ho's claims during the meeting some legitimacy. Did he really suppress emasculation desires? Was navigating through these kinks that at times ventured into his mind done so easily via his sexuality?

His erection flexed the black fabric of his underwear as he considered his options.

He could call this off. He understood he just accepted his responsibilities, but at realising the deeper possibility, he could put his mental health at risk. He has done so much for inSite. His efforts were so well-known that even ARK Industries sought the company because of him. Sure, it was a month later from when he needed to complete his assignment. And yes, he did almost tarnish a relationship with the top multinational, multi-industry corporation because of his bias, but the CEO would overlook all of that. Maybe after some schmooze and booze…

Or he could lie. It would be a win-win situation. He will save his mind from anguish, ARK Industries will get what they want, and inSite would be happier and none-the-wiser. Of course, without records of his virtual reality experience, his digital marketing promotion would be lacking. Also does not help that aside from the arousing demonstration and some titbits here and there during the discussion, he knows very little about the Latitude cN's mechanics. Sigh. Pulling the wool over their eyes would be a feat when you lack wool, but he made things happen in the past. It was his M.O after all…

Or he could stop all this bullshit and just do his job. He was the VP. He cannot keep up these performances. Besides, his mind is stronger than a machine. He played virtual reality games before and he was still the same Alis. His anxiety was an over thought. He will test now, but give Martina a ring informing her he will work from home for the next couple days. Given this project, he needs to dedicate all his time and energy to this…