Is Provocative Inc Trademarked?

First things first, let there be light.

I used my power to turn on the lights. The fluorescent lights each turned on, some slower than others, and I used the dreamworld powers to change all of them to a more updated system of lights. Instantly, the white/yellow lights changed to just white and none of them lagged behind anymore. The space lit up and showed a somewhat older looking place with some retro carpeting. I switched those out for a more modern grey pattern.

Next, I gave the walls a new coat of white paint and gave general updates to everything I could see. Even the stairs and elevator were updated for safety. Not that I needed it, but it was more for the employees I would have.

Once I had a good idea of the place, I willed for the other two floors to be as updated as this one.

Next, I made partitions appear that would divide the space up into all the areas for desks and their potential workers. This space was a little bigger than the office I visited on my first adventurous day here. When the partitions appeared, they squared off around fifty spaces for employees, not including the manager offices.

For my next trick I made modern L-shaped desks appear in the partitioned areas. Even with all that space now taken up by these desks I still seemed to have some space left over along the sides of the building. So, I shifted things up against the walls, giving some desk spaces some window views. In the middle of the whole office, I made a communal area with a water cooler and some couches and a couple tables.

I teleported over to each kitchen area and made a bunch of appliances for the convenience of my employees. Then I made computers for each desk with the best components on the PC market. I willed for them to have all the necessary software possible for any erotic content creation.

Then I popped my head into the rooms off to the sides of the office space and chose one to be a server room with the best servers and equipment. And I added strong air conditioning to keep the machines running optimally. Next, I set up the other rooms with desks and computers. One of them would be the top manager’s office so I made a larger desk that could be used for meetings.

With those done I went back into the greater office area and thought about my next move. I wanted this new company to make it their business to make porn. Whether it was artists spending time drawing on tablets or animating videos. I might even get them to make a game. I really wanted to see if I could transfer a full-fledged game from this dreamworld to the real world.

I also wanted them to make things that looked like AI images and videos along with editing my adventures for my Patreon. So, since it was going to be a company, I decided to name it something like... hmm...

Provocative Inc.

I thought about it for a moment and shrugged. I could always change it later. For now, I created a large neon pink sign that covered some of the wall on one side of the room. The name of the company shone in cursive for anyone looking.

Now, to have management move in and go about their business.

I looked and counted the side rooms. There were six including the server room, so that made five manager offices. That meant I needed to make five women to fill the positions. Five women in sexy office attire.

I thought about what I wanted them to look like and was reminded of the times I had seen illustrations of various characters in alternative outfits in my porn browsing moments. One that came to mind was 2B from Nier: Automata. She had looked incredibly sexy in a short and tight pencil skirt.

I stood near the managerial offices and imagined 2B in my mind. The short white hair, the stark, half-Russian half-Japanese beauty and the predominantly black and white clothing with three-inch heels. I remembered the pictures from various artists depicting her in office clothing and hoped the Dreamworld would deliver on my imagination.

I held the image and applied a personality similar to that of her game counterpart. I then thought of a more human name for her. Like... Bianca. A callback to the letter B in her original name. I then thought about what her job will be and why she would be here today. She would be a manager that would manage a group of around ten employees, and she would be here today to inspect the newly made offices alongside her fellow managers. Everything else about her would fit in with the world around her as if she had always been a part of it.

I kept her in mind and pushed on the Dreamworld. I willed her into existence. A moment later the space in front of me was no longer empty. One moment there was no one there and the next a woman who looked like 2B in a black business suit with a sexy short pencil skirt stood there.

2B, or Bianca, stood still for a moment before turning her head to look around the large office space. Her eyes were not obscured by a blindfold like she was in her video game. Her beautiful blue eyes passed over me as she inspected the desks around me.

Her outfit hugged her form. The pencil skirt was short and stopped at around mid-thigh. She also had thigh high stockings and garter straps that really gave her that sexy office woman look. Then there was the white blouse with some deep cleavage and a hint of her black bra. She wore a black blazer with details that reminded me of her original outfit over her blouse. All in all, a very sexy look.

She took a few steps and looked into a cubicle before moving on to the next. I watched as her hips, in their tight-fitting pencil skirt, swayed as she walked away. I followed her, mesmerized by her nice ass. I watched her stroll around the room, presumably waiting for her colleagues to arrive.

Before I made them next, I wanted to have a little fun with Ms. Bianca here. So, I hurried up to her and grabbed her by the hips from behind, pulling her back against me so her ass pressed firmly into my groin.

She didn’t flinch. Didn’t gasp. She simply paused her inspection of the empty cubicles. I slid both hands up the front of her blazer, cupped her heavy breasts through the thin white blouse and squeezed hard enough to feel the lace of her bra underneath.

“Keep looking around.” I muttered against the side of her neck. “Pretend I’m not even here.”

Bianca resumed walking. Slow, deliberate steps. Her heels clicked softly on the fresh carpet while I stayed glued to her back, grinding my hardening cock against the tight curve of her pencil skirt with every stride. The fabric stretched taut over her ass; I could feel the heat of her body radiating through it. My hands stayed on her tits, kneading, tugging the blouse open one button at a time until the black lace bra was fully exposed. I shoved the cups down, letting her pale breasts spill free.

I pinched both nipples at once. She didn’t moan or gasp. Not a single reaction.

With all my humping I lost some self-control and dragged her into one cubicle. I spun her around, pushed her hips back until her ass hit the edge of the desk, then lifted her onto the surface in one smooth motion. Her legs parted automatically; the short skirt rode up her thighs, exposing her skin above her stockings and under those garter straps. I stepped between her knees, grabbed her by the back of the neck and kissed her hard, messy, tongue shoving past her lips. She tasted faintly of mint and something metallic as her tongue met mine calmly.

I broke the kiss long enough to yank my pants open. My cock sprang free. I rubbed the head along her inner thigh, smearing a little pre-cum on the sheer stocking, then hooked a finger into the crotch of her panties and tugged them aside. I didn’t bother with teasing. I lined up and pushed in with one long, steady thrust.

Bianca still hadn’t reacted much to my attentions, just like every woman in this world when I touched them. But her walls did grip me like warm silk, fluttering once before settling into perfect, obedient acceptance. I grabbed her hips, pulled almost all the way out, then slammed back in. The desk creaked under the ****. Her breasts bounced free of the bra with each thrust; I leaned down and sucked one nipple into my mouth, biting just hard enough to leave faint teeth marks.

She moaned. A low sound. It caught me a little by surprise by how professional it sounded, like she was acknowledging a valid point in a meeting. Was it a reaction to me after all?

I fucked her harder. Deeper. The wet slap of skin on skin echoed through the empty floor. I switched to sucking on the other breast, licking and biting while my hips snapped forward again and again. Her pussy clenched rhythmically now, milking me on every outstroke.

“Fuck,” I growled against her skin. “You feel so good.”

She tilted her head, white hair falling across one eye. “Thank you, sir.” She answered calmly, voice still perfectly composed even as her body rocked with each brutal thrust.

That did it.

I pulled out, spun her around in one fluid motion and bent her over the desk. Her palms slapped flat against the surface and her ass arched up. I shoved her skirt the rest of the way up to her waist, yanked the panties down to her knees, and drove back inside her from behind. The new angle let me go deeper and I lost all composure.

My hands gripped her hips hard enough to leave red fingerprints on pale skin. Her ass jiggled with every impact; the desk rattled against the carpet.

I didn’t warn her. I just buried myself to the hilt and came, thick, hot pulses flooding her pussy. She clenched around me in response, milking every drop like it was part of her job description. I kept thrusting through it, grinding deep until I was completely spent.

When I finally pulled out, a thick rope of cum immediately dripped from her swollen lips and landed on the carpet. I pressed my leaking tip across the back of her black pencil skirt in a messy streak from one hip to the other. The white stood out starkly against the dark fabric.

When I was completely spent, and the tip had been cleaned by her skirt, I willed for her pussy juices to disappear from my dick. I was clean just like that. I fixed myself up and stood back from her.

Bianca straightened without a word. She tugged her panties back into place. My cum soaking through instantly, then smoothed her skirt down over the wet streak like it was nothing more than a coffee spill. She adjusted her bra, buttoned her blouse with quick, efficient movements, and turned to face me.

Her expression hadn’t changed. Calm. Professional. A tiny strand of hair had come loose; she tucked it behind her ear with one finger.

“Will there be anything else, sir?” She asked.

I grinned, still breathing hard. The deference she gave me made my groin throb a little.

“Not yet. You can go back to your inspection.”

She nodded once, turned on her heel, and walked away. The cum-stained skirt swayed with her ass, heels clicking and posture perfect.

I watched her go, already thinking about the next four managers I was about to create.

Time to build the team.

I stepped out of the cubicle and brushed my clothes down. Now that I had my fun, it was time to bring in the other women.

I imagined A2 from the same game series as 2B in an office lady outfit. I gave similar consideration for her personality and name as I did for Bianca. A2 would be called... Alisha. And she would be Bianca’s roommate and lover. Professional at work and loving at home.

While Bianca was looking around the office space, I willed for Alisha to walk in through one of the elevators. With a ding the elevator opened and the spitting image of A2 in a business suit walked in. She spotted Bianca almost straight away and walked around the desk aisles to make her way over.

She was wearing a sleek, all-black ensemble that echoed her original combat aesthetic but re-imagined for the office: a fitted black turtleneck bodysuit that hugged every curve of her athletic frame, the high neckline accentuating her sharp collarbones while the thin, stretchy fabric clung to her full breasts and toned midriff like a second skin. Over it she wore a tailored black blazer, cropped just above the waist to show off the dip of her hips. The blazer’s sleeves were rolled to her forearms, revealing the subtle gleam of silver cufflinks shaped like tiny, crossed blades.

Her skirt was black leather, high-waisted and pencil-tight, ending daringly mid-thigh to show off long, powerful legs wrapped in sheer black stockings with a faint glossy sheen. The leather had a subtle matte finish that caught the overhead lights in soft highlights, emphasizing the firm roundness of her ass with every step. A thin silver chain belt rode low on her hips. Black high heels, three inches, pointed toe, completed the look, making her stride deliberate, predatory, and unmistakably sexy.

Her long, white hair was almost exactly like her game counterpart, a few strands falling across her pale forehead. Her eyes, sharp blue, scanned the room with cool appraisal before softening when they landed on Bianca.

“I found a good parking space.” Alisha said as soon as she met Bianca in the middle. “These offices still have unused designated spots behind the building.”

“Oh, that’s good that no one’s been using them. Were there enough for all our employees?” Bianca asked.

Already they were talking about work and even on a subject that I hadn’t anticipated. They immediately fit into the world without me having to think of every little thing.

“It looked like there was enough, but some may want to think about carpooling.” Alisha replied.

I looked the second girl up and down and felt that familiar heat coil low in my gut again. Bianca was still had cum stains on the back of her skirt, acting like nothing happened. But Alisha, fuck, that tight black leather skirt and the way the bodysuit clung to her abs and tits, was already making my cock twitch despite the fresh load I’d just left in her colleague.

I stepped right up behind Alisha while she kept talking, pressed my chest to her back and slid both hands around her waist. My palms flattened against the smooth, stretchy fabric over her stomach, then drifted higher until I cupped her breasts from underneath. They filled my hands perfectly. The heavy, firm, globes felt incredible.

Bianca nodded to what Alisha had said.

“Carpooling would help.” Bianca said, her voice cool and professional as ever. “Especially on days when the traffic on the ring road backs up past the interchange.”

Alisha nodded back, crossing her arms under her own chest. “True. We could set up a shared calendar between the break area and the elevator. Rotate drivers. Keeps parking stress low.”

I leaned in closer, nose brushing the side of Alisha’s neck. She smelled faintly of leather and something sharp, like citrus and gun oil. I dragged my tongue slow and wet along the curve of her throat, tasting her skin. She tilted her head slightly to give me better access, automatically, unhurried, like she knew without me needing to ask.

My right hand slid down from her breast, over her crossed arms and the dip of her waist, then down to the front of her leather skirt. I rubbed her legs and hips. The leather was warm from her body heat.

“Morning shift might still be the bottleneck,” Bianca said, glancing toward the elevators. “If we stagger arrivals by fifteen minutes—”

Alisha exhaled softly through her nose as I licked a long stripe up the side of her face, from jaw to temple. Her cheek was smooth and warm, and with no make-up despite looking really pretty. I guess the women in this Dreamworld didn’t really need make-up since I made them all naturally attractive. Ah, but lipstick must still be a thing, since that goth girl I met in that apartment building had black lips.

I kissed the corner of Alisha’s mouth, then licked across her lips a couple times tasting a faint fruity gloss and the barest hint of breath mint. Okay, so, gloss was also a thing. She parted her lips just enough for my tongue to slip inside, lazy and shallow, while she kept talking.

“—we could avoid the worst of the rush.” She finished saying in reply to something Bianca said, voice steady even as I sucked lightly on her lower lip. “I’ll draft the proposal tonight.”

I hummed against her mouth, then pulled back just far enough to drag my tongue in a slow, wet line from her chin up over her cheek again, leaving a shining trail. My left hand stayed on her breast, rolling the sack of woman flesh through the bodysuit. My right kept feeling up her legs and crotch.

Bianca tilted her head, considering. “Add a clause about remote days for non-essential tasks. Keeps morale up.”

Alisha nodded once. “Agreed.”

I gave her one last lick, then stepped back. My cock was half-hard again, pressed uncomfortably against my pants, but I ignored it. I needed some recovery time.

Both women turned toward another part of the office as though nothing had happened. Alisha licked her lips absently, wiping the faint gloss smear with the pad of her thumb.

They resumed their conversation but moved on to other things.

I grinned, wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, and started picturing the next three managers.

Time to fill the rest of the floor.

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