Alyssa's programming kicks in

Suddenly, as if a button had been pressed in her mind, Alyssa knew exactly what she had to do next. Her hands moved automatically, without any hesitation or second thoughts. She unbuttoned her crisp white shirt and slipped it off her shoulders, folding it neatly before placing it over the outstretched hands of the kneeling blonde. Next came her grey pencil skirt. She unzipped it at the side, let it drop to her ankles, stepped out of it and laid it across the blonde’s arms as well. Her bra followed, then her panties. She took off each piece with efficient, practiced movements and arranged them carefully on the blonde’s waiting arms like she was hanging laundry on a rack.

She saved her panties for last. Alyssa lifted the thin black pair and placed them gently over the blonde’s head, pulling the waistband down so the fabric covered the woman’s face completely. The blonde didn’t flinch or move. She stayed perfectly still in her kneeling position, legs spread, arms held out, now holding Alyssa’s outfit and wearing her panties like a hood.

Alyssa knew her clothes would be held safely here until it was time to leave the building. That was just how things worked. She stood straight after that, almost like a soldier standing at attention. Back rigid, shoulders back, arms at her sides, completely naked now except for her thin rimmed glasses. Her full breasts sat high on her chest, dark nipples pointing forward. She waited. For what, she did not know, but she knew she had to wait.

A few minutes later a worried looking man in grey pajamas walked up to her. He looked like he hadn’t slept much. His hair was messy and there were dark circles under his eyes.

Upon spotting him, Alyssa brought her right hand up to her left boob and gave it a tight squeeze, fingers sinking into the soft flesh. She proclaimed loudly, “**** ALYSSA REPORTING AS COMMANDED MASTER! ALL HAIL ALPHA 7! I BELONG T–!”

The man still looking worried cut her off mid-sentence. “Yeah yeah, no time for that now. You’re one of the smart software types right? You sure look like it.”

Alyssa heard the casual racism in the man’s tone. Usually she would have voiced out her disdain for that kind of comment immediately. But right now she knew she was standing in the presence of a master and she knew better than to speak back to a master. She stayed silent, still holding her breast, still standing at perfect attention.

He continued, sounding impatient. “Go to the server room. My stupid junior lost one of the assets. The information was sent to you when you were triggered. Find out the asset’s location and report back once you’re done.”

Saying this, the man did not wait for a reply. He turned and walked away quickly down the hallway, still looking stressed.

Alyssa still felt compelled to bow deeply and respond. She bent at the waist, letting her bare breasts hang forward for a moment. “It will be done Master.”

She straightened up and made her way to the server room, completely naked. The cool air of the big house brushed against her skin but she didn’t shiver or try to cover herself. Her bare feet padded quietly on the floor as she walked. Her ponytail swayed with each step. She passed a couple of other rooms but didn’t look inside. Her mind stayed focused only on the task.

The server room was cooler than the rest of the house. Rows of servers hummed quietly along the walls. Alyssa sat down at the main terminal in nothing but her glasses. The technology was almost on par with what she saw at work, albeit in a much smaller scale. High-end machines, multiple monitors, fast network. She logged in with a password. The system recognized her.

Alyssa got to work. She knew her target’s identity, Serena Vale. The information had been planted in her head on the call earlier. She pulled up the logs and started searching through recent activity, tracking signals, location pings and any active messages from the asset. Her fingers moved quickly across the keyboard, typing commands with the same precision she used at work. Lines of data scrolled across the screens. She narrowed down the search, cross-referencing timestamps with known activation of the asset and router connections.

Minutes passed. She stayed completely focused, naked body sitting straight in the chair, breasts resting against the edge of the desk as she leaned forward. Her nipples stayed stiff from the cool air in the server room. She didn’t fidget. She didn’t question why she was doing this. She simply worked, because that was her duty and she was going to do it well.

The logs started giving her results. Serena’s last known location, the dropped call, the router activity in the apartment. Alyssa compiled the information neatly, pulling up an exact address and current status. She saved everything into a clean report, ready to deliver back to the worried man in the grey pajamas. But why did he need it? She wondered for only a second before the thought was pushed away.

She was almost finished when she paused for a second, fingers hovering over the keys. Somewhere very deep inside, a tiny flicker of the old Alyssa wondered what the hell she was doing naked in a frat house server room hunting down another woman. But the thought disappeared as quickly as it came, pushed away by the programming that now controlled her completely.

She finished the report, stood up from the chair and prepared to go find the man again. Her body was still on full display, but she didn’t care. She had a job to do.