Angry Alexis

You wake up early and go straight to the MotherBoard. You check in on Alexis. She is standing up doing something. You cannot figure it out, maybe doing laundry after having wet her bed and probably drooling all over her pillow, but it is clear she is not exercising. You smile and move her saliva production bar to just above average. You wonder if you should bedevil her some more by making her constipated or flatulent, but you decide you have had enough fun with her for now.

After showering again, shaving, and getting dressed, you walk out of your apartment. Coincidentally, you see Marcie leaving her apartment, apparently getting ready for a jog, run, or walk. She is wearing jogging pants and a purple tank top. She sees you and smiles with a hint of embarrassment. She walks over to you and gives you a hug. "Loved last night," she whispers in your ear before giving you a quick peck on the lips.

"You were fantastic, pretty lady," you say. "Walk out together?"

"Sure." You two walk out while chatting about her morning jogs and your work.

After Marcie jogs off, you walk off and stop for a large coffee. You whistle on your way to the subway then to work.

You arrive at work and head to Alexis's office. She is already at her desk. She looks up at you. You see the two large zits on her nose covered with concealer, giving her a witch-like appearance. Her hair is again pulled back tightly into a bun. There are dandruff flakes on the shoulders of her navy blue blazer. You stifle a laugh. "So what do the bosses want from us?" you ask.

"An update on the new virus and Russian hackers. They are clueless about this stuff." She is gruff and annoyed.

"Bad workout this morning?"

"I didn't workout again." She says curtly.

"Too weak from lack of food?"

"What?"

"I mean you look so thin and gaunt lately. I figured you were not eating."

"I was starving this morning," says Alexis. She reaches into her trashcan and pulls out an empty bag from a local doughnut and breakfast place. "I had two sausage egg biscuits this morning in addition to my yogurt and banana. Freakin' starving!"

"You should be as skinny as you were."

"Ugh, my pants fitting so tight!"

"Probably bloating due to body compensating for lack of calories."

"Whatever, just be ready at 10." She reaches for a what looks like a tall latte and turns back to her computer.

You again have to stifle your glee. You can clearly see her frustration and annoyance. You guess she is still horny, but with a numb clit, she will not be getting any relief until you decide to give her clit back some feeling. You turn and start whistling as you head to your cubicle and check on the latest virus and malware scan results and find a couple of thwarted attacks. "Someone's opening bad files. Morons."

At ten, Alexis stops by your cubicle. "Let's go."

You follow Alexis, noticing the seat of her slacks are stretched across her slightly large butt, so you can see the stitching of the seam running up the center of the seat of her pants. You smile.

After filling in you bosses on the latest threats and reminding them you need to send out more reminders about opening unknown files and going to unsecure sites. This gives you an idea to see if you could get Alexis hooked on porn.

Your bosses ask for a complete update and readout on any and all threats. They question you two for a half an hour.

When you two leave, you turn to Alexis. "You seem to be having a bad day. How about lunch on me?"

She checks her watch. "Fuck, only 10:30. I'm starving again."

"How about I order you a large hoagie, chips, and soda."

"Not on my diet, but I'm so freaking hungry."

"Don't worry, as skinny as you are and with your healthy lifestyle, you'll burn it off in no time."

"Thanks," she says bluntly before heading to her cubicle.

Back at your cubicle, you phone in your order for lunch and add a slice of coconut pie to Alexis's order.

When lunch arrives, Alexis devours her lunch with gusto. Throughout the day, you hear annoyed grunts and muttered curses coming from Alexis's cubicle. You guess her horniness is getting to her. You notice she took an extra long bathroom break, and came back looking angry and bitter, and her breathing was a slightly heavy. You guess she tried to get herself off in the bathroom, but for naught.

You have a great day at work. You head home, whistling happily and wondering what the evening will bring. After two straight nights of great sex, could there be something to top it tonight?