Glitched

The rhythmic cadence of click clacking keyboards echoing from the neat rows of identical cubicles served as the perfect distraction, unintentionally diverting attention from the distinct lack of activity of one particular inhabitant.

You hoped the ‘Out of Order’ sign hastily scribed and taped to the surrounding plexiglass barrier along with the oversized bowl filled with store bought soup steaming on the counter below contributed to your calculated ruse. It had taken all morning to case the bustling banking staff offices for the perfect location where as to conduct your clandestine operation.

You loose a satisfied grin, once again convinced your preemptive caution would conceal a much more nefarious operation currently in the early stages of development.

“Ok, just let me know when it’s going on!” suddenly pierces the ambient keyboard cacophony. You briefly pause your frantic finger swiping, cautiously peeking above your occupied cubicle partition to confirm the departure of Julia, the infuriatingly perky coop from supervisor Groves’ plush corner office.

A cynical smirk creeps across your lips as you watch the chipper intern actually skip through the lively office en route towards her modest work station; perfectly styled crimson locks bouncing with each elongated stride.

“Who the FUCK past age 12 actually skips?” you ponder with a shake of the head before audibly cracking the white knuckled fingers of both hands.

It’s go time.

Nimble fingers quickly dance across the glass screen of your phone at lightning speed; your shaky hands holding the device precariously above the prop liquid lunch below. Plumes of the steamy broth streak the digital screen as your anxious fingers swipe left and right, working to tailor precise specifications.

Would you like to initiate our enhanced trial version?

Sure, why not? (right swipe)

Awareness, on/ off?

“Jeezus, c’mon already” your hunched figure mutters, quickly swiping left for the ‘off’ option.

The seemingly endless customization questions relentlessly descend the length of your screen like some alphabetized game of Tetris. You groan in frustration as your cramping trigger fingers frantically swipe left and right to confirm or reject individual program specifications, often not knowing, or really caring, about the implied effects.

Instantaneous application affect, on/ off? - WARNING reality disruption may cause moments of disorientation or dizziness!

“What the FUCK already?” You audibly groan. A volatile cocktail of adrenaline spiked heavily with arousal surges through your coursing veins, apparent by beads of sweat dampening your forehead in rising anticipation.

“ON, goddamit!” You audibly curse, ignoring the flashing warning. Eyes wide and flinching at your sudden outburst, you hunch low in the commandeered work station. Your cautious eyes dart left and right to confirm you’ve still gone unnoticed, though thankfully, looking back to your glowing screen, this seems to have completed the ‘advanced customization’ options.

“About time….” You whisper at the small victory. The app apparently also approves of your perceived success, acknowledging your completion with a whimsical chime reminding you of early generation video games announcing unlocking a secret.

Vibrant flashing colors briefly populate your phone screen before shifting to a drop down menu indicating a verity of ‘tier 1’ punishments available for distribution.

You notice the now familiar low-res image of a 16 bit succubus floating patiently at screen left; the devilish creature hovering next to a suspended gilded cage occupied by rendered sprites eerily resembling your target, Miss Venessa Groves.

Clad in colored block pixels identical to the tasteful knee length business skirt and professional blouse ensemble the brunette beauty currently wore, your grin widens as you notice her little pink squared hands clutching the ornate golden bars of her suspended precarious prison. With plump lips drawn downward in a pout and continuous torrential tear streaming eyes, Venessa’s digitized twin awaits her punishment like some sort of electronic voodoo doll.

Grin now drawn to a sinister smile, your nervously twitching thumb purposefully scroll through the list of punishments, settling on three that would be sure to complement the Boss Bitch penalty Venessa already owned;

‘Lip Service’

‘Short Skirts Only’

‘Is This Seat Taken?’

“Hello~ooo, are you open?”

Everything seemed to happen in slow motion.

The sudden announcement unnecessarily amplified by a large rapping from gaudy gold plated rings on the plexiglass barrier was completely unexpected. Startled, your fumbling fingers reflexively loose grip of your phone.

You watch helplessly as the impossible source of your most perverted hopes and desires slowly tumbles to the counter surface below, ending in the sickening ‘plop’ of your smart phone taking an unscripted bouillon bath.

“Ok, this is getting tiresome” Vanessa sighs, smoothing her sensible skirt before resting padded derrière in her plush leather chair. The brief moment of video game reprieve now seemed spoiled as these odd punishments continued to glow menacingly on her phone.

The words seemed to smolder on screen with a real intensity, now appearing next to a rapidly descending timer pulsing an irritating red as it enters single digits.

Similarly Irritated, And long past ready to get on about her business, Vanessa’s neatly trimmed index finger hovers deliberately above her intended choice.

The familiar ring of her office phone shatters Vanessa’s moment of concentration; her once steady hand reflexively changing course from her furiously flashing mobile phone to answer the call. Shaking her head, Vanessa marvels at her sudden unprofessional behavior; she never suffered concentration lapses before, especially not at the office!

Vanessa, considering herself quite adept at carefully balancing the fine line between productivity and burn-out, strove to set a good example for the bank. She felt an obligation to set herself as the model of professionalism in both appearance and decorum; treating her staff and colleagues as equals, with the occasional dusting of ‘tough love’ to keep everyone properly motivated. While she didn’t expect her same level of professional dedication from everyone, after all, that’s why she’s in her position, Venessa did feel she earned their approval through the merit of her hard work and tempered skill set, seasoned with a mutual respect for her peers.

Thankful for a needed distraction, (wait, from that weird app?), Vanessa leapt at the ringing phone as an opportunity to put the silly game aside and get on to some actual work.

“Yes, this is Miss Groves” Vanessa greets in her polished saleswoman voice after pressing the lighted button for speaker. Her thoughts now focused on matters of business, she places her smart phone on the richly stained wood grain desk. Venessa is immediately consumed in her work, the welcome interruption allows her mind to momentarily ignore the odd compulsion of that insipid game.

“Of course Miss McLaren, as always, we look forward to our continued working relationship” Vanessa concludes the business call with the easy charisma of a seasoned professional. She smiles with a sense of accomplishment, knowing her strong client relationships and impeccable charm are her own unique talent; something cultivated and inherent in her nature that can’t be learned or taught.

Loosing a heavy sigh of accomplished relief, Vanessa rolls her seat back to rest modest heels on the glossy desk surface. With closed eyes, she reaches to lace elegant fingers at the back of her neck in a much needed stretch, in a lady-like manner of course, careful not to display her cotton clad bust or reveal any unintended cleavage.

A nagging temptation suddenly occupies her thoughts, drawing Vanessa’s blurry eyes to the alternating red and white flashes beaming from the screen of her phone.

“That stupid fucking game” she groans while untangling the fingers at her neck to reach for the angrily flashing device.

‘ERROR’ ‘ERROR’ blazes furiously across the screen, with a deep red ‘RECALCULATING’ scrolling across the bottom.

Finally assuming her phone has picked up a virus of some sort, Vanessa places weary feet to floor and adjust her chair to a more practical position before reaching towards the office line to phone IT.

Suddenly, the colorful flashing screen blanks to white; the maniacal ’RECALCULATING’ notification now replaced by new messaging surrounded in hearts colored various shades of pink and red.

Vanessa quickly notice the pixelated avatars resembling herself and Julia now appear locked in gold cages, precariously swaying from the screen above.

Intrigued, the busty brunette banker takes a moment to marvel at the avatars’ likeness. Both her and Julia’s 16 bit twins appear identical to their contemporaries with similarly matching clothes, jewelry, and even hairstyle; In fact, Vanessa swears she can see the distinct small scuff on her right heeled pump where she took an errant step leaving the house this morning.

Even more peculiar she thinks, bringing the phone inches from her inquisitive eyes for closer inspection, was the small, let’s say ‘well endowed’ winged creature hovering slightly above ground next to the cages. The overtly sexual being floated on pointed lavender bats wings with a wicked smile, steadily cracking a leather whip at each of the occupied cages. Vanessa rolls her eyes and can’t help but snicker at the simple looping animation of both her and Julia’s imprisoned sprites ducking with hands on head after each wicked whip crack; a cascade of digitized tears endlessly streaming from each of your bleary eyes.

Vanessa blinks in utter amazement at the impossible realism of this bizarre virus, the momentary lapse of reason seeming to override the red flags and mental sirens blaring from her subconscious. Shaking her head in disbelief, Vanessa’s weary eyes are forcibly drawn from the suspended cages to the glowing red letters below.

‘CONFIGURATION ERROR - NO USER RESPONSE - PENALTIES RECALCULATED’

‘Skirt Chaser’

‘To The Nines’

‘Trope Trollop’

‘TIME EXPIRED, PRESS OK TO ACCEPT PENALTIES’

Checking the time on her wristwatch, admittedly more practical than fashionable, Vanessa gasps at the time.

“6:00 and I feel like I haven’t accomplished anything” Vanessa chides herself, taking a moment to gently rub the exhaustion from her eyes.

The fatigued bank manager gives an encouraging hands down pat to shapely thighs before beginning to collect and pack assorted items from her desk into her oversized utilitarian cloth shoulder bag. Humming to herself while tidying up her computer, Vanessa resignes to making up lost work time with some relaxing music and a glass of her favorite label wine later this evening.

Abruptly standing with a motivational exhale, Vanessa switches off the small task light illuminating her desk, slings the shoulder bag now laden with an excessive amount of work weight over her calloused shoulder, and reaches for her phone.

Full intending to simply place the device in her purse and be on her way, thoughts occupied by a much needed soak in the tub to melt the days stress, she finds her rogue fingers betray her instead. Pressing the angrily pulsing button marked ‘OK’ at the bottom of her phone screen, the world lurches to a halt beneath her modest business heels.

Vanessa’s eyes spring open in an instant, prompting regret as blinding white light envelopes her vision. An incessant ‘thudding’ clouds her mind, with phantom memories of the days events beginning to flood her thoughts in an attempt to flesh out today’s happenings like a jigsaw puzzle with missing pieces.

Slowly shaking her head, Vanessa reaches well manicured fingers with perfect half inch lengths to rest gently at her temples.

She was, as always, careful not to disturb the elaborate coif atop her head she had spent hours perfecting before her vanity this morning.

With slowly dawning realization, Vanessa reaches for her designer label red leather hand bag (fashionably paired with her favorite four inch ruby stiletto pumps today!) and quickly retrieves her ‘emergencies’ compact from inside.

Posing left and right before the small round mirror, Vanessa scrutinizes her current appearance with abject precision; ensuring every lustrous lock was maintained, eyebrow meticulously plucked, and makeup expertly applied to blend flawlessly so as to accent her aristocratic features.

Somewhat satisfied, Vanessa returns the jewel crusted designer compact to her stylish purse before rising to a standing position; her hands reflexively smoothing the creases from the supple black leather encasing her lower frame from slightly below knee to expansive hips. A satisfied smile graces her expertly painted lips as the firm black leather creaks enticingly at the attention, the restrictive material molding her feminine assets into a packaged presentation meant to draw eyes; both male and female.

Not risking the possibility of looking ‘unkept’ in public, the chic brunette rises to her feet with a dignified fluidity before strutting confidently towards the full length mirror concealed behind her office door.

Vanessa smiles with vain satisfaction at the image before her; a modern day princess, exquisitely maintained and impeccably dressed for every situation.

‘Personally enhanced with a suggestive edge to satiate my desire for kinky role play!’ she thought wickedly, taking a moment to primp an errant brunette lock of her strategic ‘messy bun’ hairstyle and adjusting her black rimmed spectacles. Vanessa became transfixed by her reflection, admiring her current take on the ‘Office Lady’ look she loved to exploit at the bank.

Suddenly aroused by her erotically attired reflection, Vanessa’s manicured hands greedily explore the length of her body.

A lustful moan escapes parted lips as she revels in the cool semi-transparent satin encasing her torso in a tight, glossy prison. Full snow white sleeves wrapped each of her slender arms, ending in cuffs and collar of solid material neatly fastened with elegant pearl links. Similar sparkling pearl buttons studded the blouse front from flat belly to full breasts, all meticulously fastened save the single button at her throat, purposefully left undone to expose the supple flesh of exposed neck.

Captivated by her radiant visage, Vanessa maneuvered her tightly packaged body before the mirror to drink in every curve and crevice. Vanessa’s exploring hands finally settling at her substantial chest, She leaks a stifled moan while gently pressing hands to lovingly cup her satin clad breasts. Her rising pulse quickens pace to a feverish tempest as massaging digits reveal the elaborate lace outline of her custom designed pink laced lingerie below.

With deep, lustful breaths, Vanessa’s hands continue their exploration, now resting at the hips where her tailored blouse tucked neatly into her favorite patent leather skirt. She absolutely loved how the elegant black leather and crisp white satin presented a flattering contrast, expertly serving to further accentuate her already spectacular figure.

Vanessa’s eager hands continue to roam. Now creeping south, eager fingers firmly reach behind to knead the stiff leather molding her delectable bum. Seemingly lost in self worship, she continues her calculated ministrations before the reflective alter; innocent primping now seemingly devolving into wanton groping.

Vanessa continues to pose suggestively, her netherlips twitch excitedly as she extends and caresses each sculpted leg with the attention of a familiar lover. Vanessa’s stiffening nipples and dampening pussy tingle as she admires the way the painted on knee-length skirt restricts her movements. Relegating each stride to mincing steps, the shrink-wrapped tube caressing her lower bits performed quite well in its designated task; serving to enhance the hypnotic sway of her padded ass striding atop coltish legs wrapped in iridescent smokey nylons.

Perfect lips suddenly drawn to an unintentionally sexy pout, Vanessa notices she’s becoming increasingly damp, (to the point she momentarily panics at the thought of soiling her imported silk panties!) Her coquettish pout quickly melts into a sultry smile as she ponders how the rhythmic tapping of her leather stilettos accompanied by the sweetly swishing of nylon on silken legs are like a symphony of arousal.

Careful not to let her primping session devolve into another ‘self exploration session’, Venessa musters her will and forces her traitorous hands to steady. Being acutely aware of her insatiable preference for posh and proficiency for sultry cosplay, Vanessa takes a moment to collect herself with promises of continued ‘alone time’ once at home.

With a deep breath in attempt to regain her composure, Vanessa lastly confirms the pearl studded earrings and matching necklace draped about her tantalizingly exposed neck are immaculately positioned before returning to her desk.

Her appearance inspected and approved, Vanessa daintily clutches her darling purse from the desktop. The statuesque beauty makes ready to leave, sordid thoughts of an evening before her bedroom mirror deciding her outfit for tomorrow dominating her mind, when her office phone begins to bleat it’s obnoxious ring.

With an exasperated groan of frustration, Vanessa checks the slender designer watch adorning her left wrist before sighing, and again removes her purse to place on her desk.

With squinting eyes she examines the caller ID.

“Julia…?” Vanessa questions. She abruptly pauses, briefly noticing the typical feelings of pride and confidence Vanessa normally felt in Julia’s rigorous work ethic now replaced by, was that jealousy?

Vanessa scowls as renegade thoughts of one-uppance and office politics invaded her thoughts like a cancer; the absolute gall of that ungrateful intern positioning herself for succession felt like a dagger through her heart.

“But that’s not right” Vanessa thinks. A brief flash of fatigue washes through her body like a wave, forcing the confused woman to her leather seat from suddenly weakened knees.

“She’s, I mean, Julia’s my assistant, and….” It was getting hard to think as her brain attempts to process conflicting information. “She would never…, I’m her mentor..?” Vanessa speaks aloud, seemingly trying to convince herself of that spoken truth.

Vanessa again brings manicured red lacquered nails to temples, squinting her eyes in a **** attempt to relieve the confusion.

“No!” Vanessa finally declares, unintentionally stamping her dainty leather clad feet in process.

“I’m the Boss around here” Vanessa stands defiantly, speaking out loud to verbally reinforce the statement.

“And that BITCH answers to me….” She grins wickedly, her red capped finger tips twitching in anticipation while pressing the patiently blinking light on her office phone.

“Julia, I’d like to talk to you for a moment” Vanessa almost spits into the receiver, cursing herself for potentially tipping her hand.

“Vanessa? Is everything, ok” Julia’s digitized voice squeaks through the speaker tinged with cautious skepticism.

“Yes, of course” Vanessa replies coolly, having quickly adopted her professional decorum. “It’s just, been a long day” she continues, hopeful to not have alerted her pray to any suspicions. “And I’d like to go over some materials with you this evening before, um, before our presentation tomorrow!” Vanessa continues the lie, hoping the unsuspecting minx remains clueless.

“There in a jiff!” The obnoxious brat chirps, (no doubt sprinting to my door, fucking brownoser) Vanessa seethes, delicately pressing the button to close the line.

“Now how to put this Bitch in her place” Vanessa whispers. Her toothy white grin revealing perfect white teeth as her mind begins plotting ways to enforce her position. Wicked thoughts infect her brain; the gears churning to concoct schemes and sabotage to ensure Julia, along with those other sluts Emily, Alison, and especially that cunt Kathryn, KNOW who’s the Boss Bitch!