Arthur Braun, IT intern

Untangling and organizing server cables wasn't their idea of a fun evening, but as the lower rungs on the corporate ladder, Arthur and Bridget were given the menial tasks on Fridays. He slid his bulky glasses back up his broad nose. They had a habit of sliding down his face, and the heat of the hardware and the exertion made both interns shimmer with sweat as the last few wires were secured and labelled properly. Everyone would benefit from their hard work, and they'd get none of the credit. "Well done, Arthur. We can probably still make happy hour at this rate." Bridget complimented from above. Arthur had volunteered to handle these last few cords, being the gentleman that he was. It had nothing to do with how quickly he'd pop a boner if she was the one on all fours behind this docking station. He'd made the mistake of getting caught before, though Bridget was thankfully a nice enough girl to not be too upset with him. That first interaction was how they had become such good friends in the first place. They had been able to bond over a common interest in the lewd and pervy. She couldn't blame "a lanky, nerd like [him]" for getting turned on by her ass. She knew what she had going on, and watching him stutter out a less incriminating excuse made her genuinely laugh at his sincere guilt. They were both happy to find a common mind among the boring neckties with whom they worked.

Arthur looked back over his shoulder as he maneuvered out into the open area of the room, resting on his butt as he wiped sweat on his already sullied t shirt. IT roles allowed them both a more casual work attire, and Arthur was usually in some video game franchise shirt(today a silhouette of a broad shouldered bounty hunter) and a pair of sturdy jeans. As Arthur looked up at his co worker, he appreciated the wardrobe leniency even more. Bridget looked like the typical gamer girl, though with the body that bumped her up to professional cosplayer levels, with a pair of headphones pinning her dark black hair against her pale shoulders. Her hazel eyes sparkled at him with playful energy on her cute, friendly face, makeup a last minute addition to her look out of social necessity. Her graphic t shirt was of the comic book variety, the logo of a friendly neighborhood superhero distorted by her womanly charms. Beneath her top were the arm-grasping long sleeves of a second shirt, matching the colorful branding of her outer layer. Her legs were in a pair of jeans with a much more complementary cut than his own.

"Earth to Arthur." Bridget mimed talking to a CB radio, leaning forward to tower even higher over his sitting figure. This just tempted his eyes farther from her face, but he knew to focus on her words unless he wanted to be teased all night. He quickly removed his glasses to clean the lenses, focusing intently on them. Bridget's out of focus figure laughed at their little inside joke: he couldn't be ogling without his glasses on to see. "Sure, sure. Hurry up! Donna's saving us a table, but if we're too late, she and Justin will get too tispy and leave together." She offered her hand, firmly lifting Arthur to his feet. Her strength was a little secret of hers, since she kept most of her toned body under wraps unless she was with good friends or complete strangers. The moisture making her top cling to her cheese grater abs subtly. Arthur had been lifted off his ass by her numerous times, and he always felt a little weak kneed after the fact. It was like knowing the heroine's secret identity because she lived next door, and he caught her flying out her bedroom window. He definitely had a thing for strong females, as his shirt decal demonstrated. She clapped his shoulder playfully before turning to lead them out of the steamy server room, and Arthur loyally followed.

They walked down the sterile, bland halls of cubicles where they worked, few keyboards still clacking into the night. As they approached the wall of elevators, they found themselves shoulder to shoulder with a few of the execs their department was frequently called to. These women were the kind to rely on shrewdness and sexuality as their cruel business tactics and lack of care for the seemingly inferior rest of humanity. They were gorgeous from private gyms, salons, and surgeries, and only remained in their positions due to influence. Their hardware only ever needed fixing when they spilled a coffee or accidentally turned off their monitor. Actual work issues were handled by their subordinates, while the harpies garnered the credit. They looked down their identically molded noses at the geeky duo, before the golden blonde leader of the pack spoke down to them. "One of you needs to handle my computer on the fritz. It's vital to the integrity of the company and to your employment." Her two Barbie doll friends smugly chuckled behind their hands as the she continued her threat. "I expect it done before I get in on Monday." All three women turned to the private elevator that dinged to their floor, gliding in without waiting for a response. As the gilded doors shut in the tech experts faces, they turned to each other for a quick Rock-Paper-Scissors. Bridget used her patented trick of jiggling while their arms pumped, leaving Arthur to dumbly keep his fist clenched as she won with her classic Paper. These kinds of jobs usually fell on his shoulders this way, but his spank bank was always full because of it. As she chiding him for always falling for this tactic, their elevator descended noisily to the company lot.

Bridget had a car, which helped Arthur save time and bus fare for commutes. He sat across from her, idly tapping on his phone while they bantered about the day, what dumb problems the higher ups needed fixing, what upcoming video games piqued their interests. A push notification for an app he didn't recognize caught his eye. "Enter CG?" He muttered. He opened the app, seeing a simple UI drop down menu of names beneath a banner reading "Custom Girls." Was this a dress up game, but with more fleshed out characters to play with? It's design was crude from a coding standpoint, something he'd have done as an undergrad for a midterm. He planned on taking a look into the code when he got home, but for now, he had to settle for the user experience. The roster fluctuated often as they drove toward the usual bar, but one name remained firmly at the top: Bridget H. He knew his friend's last name, and it did begin with H, but that had to be a coincidence or permission for the app to access his contacts. To put the issue to rest, his quivering finger lit up the button, zooming him into another screen. His face paled when he saw the wire frame female rotating on his screen and its shocking resemblance to his current driver, who was unaware that her image was being plagiarized. Another list has appeared to the left of the model, listing various body parts as well as some less specific names on dropdown menus. Some kind of wallet displayed 10/100 gems. As if on cue, when Arthur was finished scanning the screen, an informational popup walked him through the tutorial.

"Here is where you'll spend the gems you've accumulated! (If you have the patience to save ;) ) Each tab contains a list of purchases related to that tab. Select 'All' to search by name, price, etc. Try one out now!" Curious, Arthur picked one of the less sexual tabs, opting for 'face.' A list of briefly phrased commands obscured the Bridget model briefly. It seemed this app was just meant to be erotic fun, because the commands in the face tab were as perverted as they could be. Most were greyed out, as their number indicated they were too costly. He looked between the phone in his hands and the girl next to him. She was one of his closest friends and a pervert to boot. She'd love to see the gross things it could do on screen. He kept her in the dark for now, even as his chuckling caught her attention. He'd mess with her character first, then show her. Maybe he could tweak the app's simple code to bypass the currency restrictions, and ignore the paywall that certainly awaits the user. The few options he could afford were as follows: