Slow and steady. (No new rules)

In the end Josh decided to be patient. Sure he could just whip out the app for every last little thing, but where was the fun in that. Plus he still wasn't convinced this app wasn't dangerous. So for now he'd try to warm her up to him the old fashioned way. After all he didn't completely lack social skills. How hard could it be?

And even if he royally fucked it up he wouldn't be totally up a creek. With just the rules he had changed this morning he already had two exquisitely stunning belles after his balls (He chuckled at his internal, atrocious pun). And that didn't even count the women who had appeared in his contact list. That was more than enough for him. And if he changed his mind well and decided he wanted Sophia... The app was hardly going anywhere.

So for now he returned to his code. It was largely boring work at this point so he attempted to make small talk as he went. She proved uninterested in the local sports teams ("I don't follow stuff like that. I can't care who threw a ball well.") Nor was she up for talking about recent movies. ("I'm too busy to keep up with that whole cinematic universe gimmick.") The same was true for current events, office gossip and even her own day. She nipped each budding conversation short with one or two harsh sentences without even looking away from her screen. When he finally resorted to bringing up the weather she didn't even respond.

"I'll just let you work." He muttered. And of course he didn't even get a thank you. So he continued to work distractedly, glancing between their screens to keep an eye on her work. There was basically a zero chance of her intentionally doing poor work to sabotage him since she would look bad as a result. Still it paid to be careful. As she worked Josh was reminded of just how good she was at her job. And just how good her work would make him look.

And so they worked this way for a few hours. Her in chilly silence and him in a more subdued, absentminded quiet. With the two of them working it became immediately clear the program would be finished by the end of the day. A full two days ahead of his original projection and with a far better end result than he would have made on his own.

As he reveled in this realization the thunderous silence of the office was broken by a little chime from his phone. He fished it out of his pocket glancing at Sophia out of the corner of his eye. As he wiggled to free his phone from a fold that had formed in his pocket the frown on her face darkened to a scowl. She likely did not approve of him texting while at work, but didn't think it was appropriate to reprimand her boss. Or it might just be that she didn't want to stop working long enough to give him the piece of her mind she wanted to. Whatever the reason her mouth remained shut down while he unlocked his phone.

He had received a new message from his new friend.

Lavanya: Hey Josh. I just thought I'd check in/make sure I have your number right. How's work going?

He chuckled as he read it, his mind automatically reading it in Lavanya's silky voice. As he paused to contemplate his response he got another message.

Lavanya: Unless this is a bad time. I'm sorry I should have waited till you left work.

Again he chuckled. For an older, experienced woman she was so easily flustered.

Josh: No it's fine. It's a pretty slow day. I actually just got promoted today.

Lavanya: WOW! That's great! Congratulations!

Josh: Thank you. Did you get home alright?

Lavanya: Not really... Priya was still home when I got there...

Josh: Uh, oh. I hope I didn't get you into trouble.

Lavanya: No, no, no. Nothing like that. It's just a little awkward between us right now. She's been acting out. And it's a little hard to take the moral high ground while covered in a stranger's... stuff.

Josh: So I'm a stranger now? ;)

Lavanya: Only to her. :)

He felt a warmth spread through him. This nurse was so sweet he was getting a toothache.

Josh: In that case I'm sorry about the mess.

Lavanya: It's alright. It took some time, but I got cleaned up. You almost clogged my drain BTW. :D

Josh: Whoops sorry. I didn't mean to give you more work.

Lavanya: Oh no! It wasn't a problem. It was impressive actually. The smell alone.

After a moment he received a flurry of texts.

Lavanya: Oh jeez! That came out wrong.

Lavanya: I just meant the smell was strong.

Lavanya: Not that it was bad. It smelled good. It was just strong. Kind of like cologne.

Lavanya: Only edible. And unlike cologne it tastes as good as it smells.

Lavanya: Oh dear. Can we just forget I said any of that... please.

He had to suppress his laughter, lest he incur more of Sophia's wrath. The rapid fire text tones seemed to annoy his new assistant. And while he could practically hear the steam blowing out of her ears, it failed to dampen the good mood the nurse put him in. She was too cute. Only Lavanya could get her foot stuck in her mouth in text. He texted back before she could worry.

Josh: Forget what?

Lavanya: Ha! Smooth.

Josh: Well I hope the rest of your day is easy. Do you have to go back to work?

Lavanya: No work for me until tomorrow night. I've just got a thing to do in a bit.

Josh: A thing?

Now he was curious.

Lavanya: Promise you won't laugh?

Josh: I promise.

Lavanya: My sister talked me into joining her yoga class. It's my first day.

Josh: Your sister does yoga?

He was honestly more surprised to learn her sister lived in the city. But he supposed she would want to reconnect with her family after her divorce.

Lavanya: She teaches actually. She said it would be a good way to meet people and cheer myself up.

Josh: I'm sure you'll do great.

Lavanya: Maybe. She also said it would help me feel attractive again. But it's not working.

Josh: I thought you said you hadn't gone yet? Give it a chance.

Lavanya: I know. It's just... well the outfit.

Josh: ?

Lavanya: It just feels like it's made for a younger woman.

Josh: I'm sure you look wonderful.

Lavanya: You haven't even seen it.

Josh: I've seen you.

It took a moment for her response to come.

Lavanya: Thank you Josh.

Lavanya: Did you want to see?

Josh: The outfit? Sure.

He tried to not sound overly interested, but that proved a herculean task. Thoughts of Lavanya's exotic, mature beauty made his heart rate increase and his mouth dry out. Thoughts of painted-on, spandex clothing made his long dormant cock begin to stir.

Lavanya: Ok. Just a second.

Lavanya: I think it would help to hear that I look fine from you.

Lavanya: A little confidence booster, y'know?

Then at last two pictures appeared in the chat. As was traditional for full body selfies she had taken a picture of her reflection in a mirror. She was standing in front of a full body mirror that hung on the back of what he guessed was a closet door. The bedroom behind her seemed a little small and far messier than he would have expected. Her bed (it looked like only a single) was unmade, rumpled clothes lay on piles and patches across the carpeted floor, and the ceiling fan had several burnt out bulbs. That was a surprise. He would have suspected she was a neat freak.

But even if he had been massively disappointed in the tidiness of her room, the absolute vision of her would have more than made up for it. Her work out clothes insured her that every aspect of her body's stunning allure was put on display.

The salmon, cropped, tank top she wore barely covered more than the white, sports bra she wore under it. The gentle slopes of her shoulders, delicate hollows of her collar, and smooth plain of her navel were all on display for him. And while her moderate bosom was covered leaving not even a little cleavage exposed, the contours of her lovely breasts were far from concealed.

On her lower half she wore yoga pants, appropriately enough. They were a deep navy color and had a small honeycomb shape across the elastic fabric. Where her morning jeans had flattered her figure, these current leggings simply showed off every nook and cranny between her waist and knees. The hexagonal pattern insured that not only was her every curve visible, but exaggerated as well. Her shapely thighs and round hips stretched the fabric to its breaking point. Though the swatch of fabric that deserved the gold medal was clearly the inseam. The cloth was pulled so tight over her diminutive mound it was turning partially translucent. Only her modestly cut briefs, or so they seemed to be based on the easily discernible lines and second white waistband peeking over the Navy one, prevented her womanly cleft from being lewdly displayed in a classic cameltoe. And she seemed acutely aware of this. Her long legs were pressed tightly together with her thighs and inguen forming a mouth-watering, eye-catching, pants-tightening "Y" shape.

Her face was purely adorable as well. She was blushing intensely and the expression on her face was a swirl of embarrassment, shock and disbelief. Apparently even she couldn't believe she was doing this.

But while the first picture gave him goosebumps the second gave him something much more noticeable.

This one was from behind. Clearly with this one she knew full well the effect it would have on him. She refused to show her face and even went so far as to cover it with her free hand.

Her top left the curve of her spine exposed. Just above her waistband sat her lovely back dimples. Just below it the twin glories of her ass cheeks. The lycra fabric was pulled vacuum tight across her wonderfully round backside. Every curve was on open display. In fact he swore she was arching her back to push those succulent, heart shaped, bubbly globes at him. It was the view he wished he had gotten this morning, and so for a second he allowed himself to drink in the sight. His dick growing slowly to a semi-erect state.

The only thing preventing his cock from thundering to stone hardness was her choice in underwear. The modest cut meant her panties obscured almost all evidence of the crack between her cheeks. And so while he was more than pleased to finally be able to openly stare her ass full in the face (so to speak), he couldn't help but feel a little disappointed. He would have preferred seeing more. Though this only strengthened his resolve to get her out of her pants and see what lay beneath in its full glory.

Still it was of course a practical choice. One could hardly exercise comfortably in a g-string, or so he assumed. Plus while Lavanya was no blushing virgin, she was still blushing. It was honestly surprising she would offer to send him pictures of her in her yoga outfit. Let alone one that was very specifically showing off her butt.

Surprising and flattering. She really liked him. And Josh was determined to reward her courage and trust. So he responded. A response that encouraged her. A response that would draw her out of her shell. A response that would cause the flowers of Eros' perfumed garden to bloom in all their wild, vibrant glory in even the harshest of winter storms. A response that was truly Shakespearean. No! Even the bard himself would be washed away by a great, green flood if he were alive to read this one message.

Josh: Wow...

Brevity was after all the soul of wit.

Lavanya: That's a good wow, right? Not a "you are way too old to pull that off" wow?

Josh: More of a "what the hell did I do to deserve such sight" wow.

Lavanya: I'm serious. I really look okay?

Josh: And I'm serious. You look fantastic.

After a short moment he got another text from her.

Lavanya: Thank you. I do feel better now.

Lavanya: Not that I'll ever tell my sister she was right.

Lavanya: Oh, shoot. I'm going to have to get going. I'll text you later ok?

Josh: That works. I should probably get back to work too.

Lavanya: Ok then. I'll talk to you soon.

He resisted the urge to try and get the last word in as he laid his phone down on his desk. Instead he leaned back in his chair (he swore it was more comfortable than the old one in his cubicle) and basked in the glow of a job well done. He had successfully wrapped this petite, medical goddess around his finger and was well on the way to doing more than just that. Before the app he would have had a hard time even looking such an exquisite woman in the eye without blushing. Now not only was he openly flirting with her (admittedly in texts), but she was the one worrying about whether she was good enough for him. This small self esteem boost might have been the greatest part of his new rules so far. Yes he liked his new office. Yes he was proud of the new behemoth between his legs. And yes he would truly never get tired of delectable, bantam, beauties offering to help him cum whenever he got hard. But there was something about wooing a woman without having to overly rely on the app that really stroked his ego.

But he barely had time to realize he was smirking before his phone chimed four times in rapid fire succession.

As he picked up his phone he wondered what was up. The conversation with Lavanya seemed to reach a natural stopping point. Sure maybe she thought of one more thing she wanted to stay, but four texts all in a row like that was strange. He unlocked his phone while hoping everything was ok.

But she hadn't sent him any new messages. Their chat window was exactly the same as when he put his phone down. Now confused he backed up to his message menu to check who had texted him. He half expected to see four texts from four people, but all were from the same person. Amber.

He shouldn't have been surprised he now had her number. Given her behavior it was more surprising that they weren't already dating. But it was still an exciting realization. He already had his foot in the door and he didn't even have to do anything. As he scrolled through her messages he felt his jaw drop and a shiver run down his spine.

As with Lavanya he couldn't help but read in her bubbly, cooing voice.

Amber: Hey Mr. Bigshot! Just thought I'd say thanks for keeping my secret! How 'bout an advance on those pics I promised? And remember there's more where this came from ;)

The three images she sent were far and away the best he had ever received. In multiple ways. For one thing they were all clearly professional shots. Despite Amber calling them lower profile gigs (and Josh could hardly argue given he didn't even vaguely recognize the brands) they all were high resolution images with excellent lighting on professional sets.

But more important than the technique was the content. Each was toe-curlingly pleasing to the eye (and at least one other body part if the sudden tightness in Josh's slacks was anything to go by.) Looking at them he suddenly understood Amber's desire to keep her side gig secret. If he had found these pictures in his old life he definitely would have frequently masturbated to them. Not only because they were sensual displays of an unreal combination of angel and demoness, but for the fantasies they so effectively conveyed. Fantasies so easy to get lost in.

The first appeared to be the most conservative on the surface, but a small examination revealed the devil in the details. There was a table set elegantly for two. A single candle providing casting a soft flickering light upon the fine china and sterling silver. The reach of the light meant only the table was visible in the velvety, black void. The table and the woman next to it.

There stood Amber, dressed to kill. One hand lightly pulling out a chair, the other cradling a glass of blood red wine. A glass she was peering over. Looking you directly in the eye.

Despite everything else in frame that look stole the show. Her red painted lips were pulled into a coquettish half-smile and her eyes crackled with erotic energy. She was clearly up to something. Maybe she would push you into that chair, slip between your legs and suck you dry. Maybe your dessert was underneath that silken red dress; with it's neckline that plunged all the way down to her navel and slit that shot up all the way to her hip. Making it clear that the dress itself was all that lay between you and her most precious parts. Maybe the room next door was filled with silken scarves, blindfolds and feathers. Ready for the two of you to find all manner of uses for them.

The second was entirely different. Between the fronds of some tropical plants was a stony spring. A small waterfall poured into a crystal clear pool. Standing there was Amber. Clad in little more than a thin, white, stringy bikini.

Her eyes were closed and back was to you. Did she know you were there? Probably not. She was completely unaware of your eyes devouring her each and every curve. Her round, shapely, toned, scrumptious ass was carelessly arched out for your amusement and titillation. She rinsed her lovely, shimmering curls beneath the tropical stream. Unwittingly allowing droplets to trace along her smooth, flawless skin and soaking the few scraps of fabric she was wearing to near transparency. The trickle running to her bottoms were also clearly starting to weigh them down. Pulling them down ever so slightly giving a minuscule glimpse of the tops of her cheeks and even the top of her rear cleavage. The rest of her delicious peach was still being concealed by the semi-translucent material. At least for now. Perhaps after it absorbs a little more water she will lose that bit of modesty.

The only question was what to do now? You could always whip out your cock and rub one out. It's not like she could stop you. Or maybe you could be a little more direct. Step out and confront her. Strip naked, rip off her string bikini, and do what came naturally.

The last was the best of all. It was the interior of a cabin. A bit spartan, but cozy all the same. Snow was covering the windows, but the roaring fire was sure to keep things warm. In front of the fire lay Amber. This time there was no question and no teasing. She was nude, stomach down, upon a fluffy, white, fur rug. She was only two steps away from being out right pornographic. She was propped up on her arms, her left blocking her small but tempting breasts from view. And the low angle of the camera was all that prevented a full on look at her wondrously shapely backside. Instead you were given a lovely view of the side of her left cheek. It may have seemed like a frustrating waste, but it was clear this was just a sample of what was being offered.

Once again the look in her eyes spoke volumes. It was an open invitation. You knew exactly what you would do next looking in her eyes. You would strut forth, shedding your clothes with each self assured stride. Once naked you would scoop her into your arms and plant a **** open-mouthed kiss upon her lips. And you knew this would be no simple one night stand filled with animalistic fucking. No. This would be the first of many, many nights where the two of you would make love. Until neither of you could continue and were left sore, sticky, exhausted, and oh so satisfied.

Josh shook his head. He had let himself be sucked into his fantasies. No doubt exactly as Amber had planned. It was clear she preferred him horny and hard. With a quick glimpse down at his pants he confirmed he was both. His expertly drained manhood, which had so valiantly struggled to regain an erection, was now working to rip his trousers open.

As before it was clear his pants were not designed to contain his inhuman python. Or perhaps it was more accurate to say his mammoth appendage was not designed to fit inside of anything.

Josh was tempted to shuck his trousers and boxers right there and then. But his rules didn't give him the ability to just run around bottomless whenever he pleased. For a moment he considered sneaking off to the bathroom to take care of himself. Before he almost slapped himself. With the rules he came up with he would never need to masturbate again.

He just needed to be patient. After all there was no shortage of women to help him out. Maybe Amber's wish would be granted and she would finally get her (apparently) daily dose of his humongous dick. Maybe Sophia would finally decide it was time to get in her boss's good graces. Maybe it would even be someone he'd forgotten about.

There was just one question.