The Neighborhood: Part 4 [MF][Fdom][Mast][MC][SciFi]

**Chapter 6: Little Blonde…Bureaucrat**

“So, it’s all true, what Sanita was saying?” He asked as the elevator doors opened on nine.

“It’s fun to watch you folks from the outside world.” She said, leading him down the hall. “Fenris is weird, I’ll admit it, but from an organizational psychology perspective, it works. It’s a generally healthy environment, less stress, less attrition, so the money continues to flow, you know?” She found a frosted glass door. A small sign read, ‘Colin Turner, Junior VP, BBB’. “Look at that, they already have your nameplate up.” She smiled and opened the door. Colin’s first though was that it was a very small office, but then her realized it was a vestibule. A petite blonde with shoulder-length hair sat behind a small desk. She stood as they entered, straightening her glasses. She had fairly large breasts, but the rest of he came off as mousy. Janelle peered down at the name plate on the young woman’s desk. “Natalie?”

“Yes.” She said, her voice high and slightly nasal.

“This is Colin Turner, your new boss.” Colin held out his hand, and the woman shook it demurely. “Natalie is you secretary. She’ll handle your scheduling with corporate duties, and you’ll inform her of how you want your day to look. Can we go inside, Natalie?” Janelle asked.

“The office is ready. IT just finished about a half hour ago. The wet bar and coffee station aren’t stocked, though, Mr. Turner; you can let me know what you want, and I’ll make sure it’s waiting for tomorrow morning.” Colin had to restrain himself from whistling as they entered his office. It wasn’t huge, but definitely bigger than the over-sized closet he had at his last job, and he had a view with floor to ceiling windows…not a corner, but still! His desk was dark wood, with several large monitors, and two computers humming underneath. Natalie walked over to the desk, her heels clicking on the laminate floor. “This computer is your work terminal.” She pointed at the computer in the white case. “The other is for the internet and personal use. We keep the networks separate, though if you need something brought over from the internet, I can do that for you.” She offered. Colin glanced at the empty coffee station and wet bar.

“Should I give you some cash to stock the bar?” He asked.

“Um, no sir. You are allowed up to $500 a month in petty cash for these things, but if there’s something special, then yes, you’d need to give me extra.”

“Natalie,” Janelle said, “just make sure he has some decent coffee, a selection of teas…” The secretary quickly pulled out her phone and started tapping away. “Some herbal tea and decaffeinated coffee pods, real cream, flavored creamer—every three days. Vanilla?” She looked to Colin. It took him a moment to realize what she was asking, and he nodded. “Vanilla creamer. Also, a bunch of snacks. He’s working with scientists, so he’ll need some junk food to keep them entertained if they visit. Run a whole bar, vodka, gin, rum, scotch, so on and so on…you’ve been an executive secretary before?”

“Yes, ma’am, for a Junior Assistant Vice President.” Natalie said. Janelle looked at Colin, rolling her eyes a making a quick jerk-off gesture.

“So, you know what to get for an executive’s office, though maybe not one this big. Anything special, Colin?”

“Um,” he shook his head, “I’ll let you know if I think of anything.” He said to Natalie. “That will be all. You can go now, Natalie.” She left them.

“Well, try out the desk…” Janelle said. He sat down, giving a slight smile. “Get logged on, make sure your accounts are working.” He did as she asked. His work account lit up in moments. A fast log on. The internet computer took a minute more. A warning screen popped up reading: Do not engage in illegal activities, to include piracy, gambling, or viewing pornography deemed illegal by the state or federal government.

“So, pornography is okay, but not *illegal* pornography…” Colin shook his head.

“Given the sensitivity of our research and development, Fenris does not want the police, especially those who might be co-opted by competitors, snooping around. Also, breaking the law is, you know, bad?” She laughed, sitting on the end of his desk and crossing her legs. “You’ll find some sites are blocked, like if you try to pirate something, or download some sketchy software, or look at freaky-assed porn, but here…let me show you.” She got off his desk, giving him a brief look up her skirt. She was wearing thigh highs again. She leaned over him, and the scent of her was a mix of orange blossom and light vanilla. The office was cool enough that he could feel the heat emanating from her body. She typed at his keyboard and brought up a porn video site. A woman on the screen was spread wide, another being fucked. “See, no alarms. Security is not on its way. She played one of the videos, and moaning started coming out of his speakers as the woman on the screen was being fucked. “I’m just trying to shock you out of your shell, Colin. If you’re going to be a Fenris VP, you need to be more assertive. Push the limits. Stand up.”

“What?” He asked, eyes on the video.

“I mean it. Stand up.” He stood, and she felt the front of his pants. “See, you’re hard. Let’s enjoy your view.” She led him to the floor to ceiling windows lining the wall behind his desk. She stood behind him and started undoing his pants. He let her, not really sure where this was going, but she had her arms wrapped around him, and that was enough in the moment. She pulled his pants and underwear down in one go and has erection popped through his shirt tails. She started slowly stroking him while teasing his balls with her other hand.

“Janelle…” He murmured.

“Huh…” She said, removing a hand from his balls and pointing. “I think that’s your house.” She kept stroking him. “I seem to recall giving a handjob to some guy in that hot tub.” She increased her rhythm. “The thing is, I’m having a hard time remembering, was that just some sad office drone I was I was giving a pity tug, or was that an executive at Fenris?” She stopped jerking him. “Well, are you going to answer me?”

“Janelle…seriously?”

“You could always bend over and pull up your pants, Colin. While you’re down there, maybe I can fuck you up the ass…because that’s what’s going to happen with your employees if you don’t own this fucking job.”

“Fuck.” He sighed. “I’m an executive, okay?” She moved in front of him, so he could see her face. “Enough with this motivational bullshit.”

“With conviction, Colin.” She started stroking him again.

“I’m an executive.” He said. “You gave a handjob to me, a vice president,” he said more forcefully. “I—fuck—I’m an executive at Fenr—ahhh!” He started ejaculating, his come splashing the windows.

“Mr. Turner, sir? I found some water and sparkling water in storage, if you like me to—oh! I’ll come back sir.

“Tell her to walk over here, Colin. You’re her *boss*.” Janelle stared right in his eyes, goading him. She was still holding his cock, not letting any of the remaining semen drip on his pants.

“Um, Natalie, come here, please.”

“Yes…sir.” She said. He could hear her heels approaching. She got in his view but kept her eyes on his face.

“Well?” Janelle said. “Tell her to help you clean up. I’m not going to hold your cock all day.” Colin told Natalie to grab some tissues, and the secretary moved to the window. “No, Natalie.” The woman stopped. “I thought you said you worked for an executive? Clean off his penis, then give me some tissues so I can move my hand without staining his trousers.”

“Mr. Keller never…” Natalie started.

“Mr. Keller?” Janelle snapped. “Mr. *Keller*? That does *not* sound like the name of your current boss, Mr. *Turner*. I don’t care if Mr. *Keller* had you finger his ass while he motor-boated those big tits of yours. Mr. *Turner* just enjoyed my expert handiwork, and he needs your assistance so he doesn’t have come-spotted pants when he meets his staff. You are an *assistant*, right?” Natalie looked down and away. “No, look at me! You wouldn’t even *be* in here if you’d followed protocol and knocked, knowing he was speaking with someone. Mistake one, are we clear?” She glared at the secretary. “Or maybe mailroom clerk is more your speed? Less people-oriented?”

“No, ma’am, of course not, ma’am.” She grabbed a fresh tissue and started dabbing at Colin’s cock, trying not to look. He watched in fascination as the young woman tried to dab up the bit of remaining come.

“Seriously? What are they teaching you in the secretarial pool these days? Take his cock in one hand,” she placed Natalie’ hand around his shaft, “give it a few gentle pulls to make sure the last of his jizz is out, and then clean up the rest.” Natalie was slightly panicked. She basically started jerking him off again, though it wasn’t doing anything. “All right…enough.” She stopped the girl. “We must have hired you from a farm. That,” she pointed to his cock, “is not a cow’s udder. Tomorrow, and everyday thereafter, at oh-nine-thirty sharp, you will come in here, get him off, and clean him up properly.”

“Ms. Morley…Mr. Keller never had me—.” The secretary froze mid-sentence.

“No, Natalie, by all means, tell me about Mr. *Keller*. I *so* want to hear this story, and you *so* obviously want to tell it. And, should you choose to continue, we can take you right down to the secretary pool and see where you might end up next. So, what was this about Mr. Keller?”

“N-nothing, ma’am.” She muttered.

“So, I expect Mr. Turner and I to get a meeting invite for the next month for ‘Skill Building’ at nine-thirty, right?” Natalie nodded. “Give me some tissues for this.” Janelle held up her hand, spotted with come. Natalie fumbled with the tissue box and it fell to the floor. “God, never mind!” She approached the woman and opened the front of her jacket, wiping her hand on the fabric of Natalie’s blouse, leaving wet stains on each of her breasts. She rebuttoned the woman’s jacket and adjusted her lapels as if nothing was out of the ordinary. “Stay here and clean up the rest of this mess.” Janelle pointed to the window. “Find some window cleaner, for god’s sake!” She snapped as the woman once again moved to use tissues on the windows. “Mr. Turner and I will be at the Executive Dining Room getting lunch if he is needed.” Natalie dashed out, probably looking for something to better clean the window or least get away from Janelle’s commanding presence. Janelle let out as breath, obviously frustrated. “Are you going to pull those pants up or is your intent to show the other people in the dining room what a *real* swinging dick looks like?”

“Sorry.” He pulled up his pants and started tucking in his shirt. “I was distracted.”

“Orgasms will do that.” She went over to the wet bar and started washing her hands.

“You were a bit harsh with Natalie.” Colin said.

“I wanted you to see that she can take orders—*any* orders. You want to be nice, or *pretend* to be nice, that’s up to you. It’s better she learns not to fuck around *now*, right? Before you really get into the work? Her job is to make sure everything goes smoothly for you, regardless of the situation.” He nodded. “Come on, let’s get lunch.”

The Executive Dining Room was on the top floor, with a patio, and full service. Some of the other executives were drinking, but Colin abstained. Janelle had a glass of white with her lunch. All of the food was excellent, and the portions just the right size. The last thing Colin wanted to be was sleepy before he met his team. It was actually the dining room for junior executives and below, but Janelle still introduced him to a few others, including a woman, which was the first he’d seen of any real higher-level women at Fenris. She was still very attractive, which seemed to be a primary hiring factor for female employees. He noticed everyone knew Janelle, though she wasn’t normally allowed in that dining room on her own. “Should we meet the team, or would you like to head back to your office, for a bit?” Colin thought it best to meet them when he was fresh. Three or later would likely find him a little out of it with the lingering jet lag.

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**Chapter 7: Meeting the Staff**

“Gentlemen and *lady*,” Janelle said as she and Colin entered the lab space, “this is Colin Turner, the new head of BBB, and your new boss. Gather ‘round please.” Four men and a woman, all in lab coats, moved toward the small conference table set up near the door to the lab. “Colin is the inspiration, as I understand it, for the new path you’ve been taking with the wristbands.” She held hers up for display. I’m not going to hang out here and listen to all the nerd talk, but please be gentle. Colin is new, and if you break him, it may take weeks for us to find a replacement.” The researchers laughed, and Janelle leaned over, telling him good luck, before leaving him in the lab.

“So, um, yes…why don’t we all sit?” He realized there weren’t enough chairs after he said. “Scratch that, sit if you want, okay? Anyhow, I’m still getting settled, I’m a little jet-lagged, too, so I haven’t even had the time to read through the program highlights, so can someone volunteer to give me the elevator pitch?”

“Sure, okay.” A tall guy with square glasses and a square haircut stepped forward a bit. “Big fan of your work, by the way. I’ve read some of your other papers, and your patents, and it’s just—.”

“Enough ass kissing, Gil, tell him what he wants to know.” A shorter blonde guy with two days’ growth of beard snapped at him.

“So, I’m sure they told you how the bracelet works, the payment system and all, maybe the biometric lock, too?” Colin nodded at Gil.

“It’s not really biometric, Gil, because it’s continuous measurement of—.”

“Stan, let me finish, please?” He said back to the blond guy.

“Just trying to keep things accurate.” Stan muttered.

“Gil, continue, please.” Colin said, glancing at the others. “And no more interruptions, please.”

“Excellent. So, we’ve been working with your premise that by aligning the bio-systemic response with a user, it possible to create an ongoing feedback loop that…” Gil continued for another five minutes, uninterrupted. Colin followed fairly well, though he got lost a bit when Gil started drawing waveforms on the whiteboard nearby. “And, well, we’ve been in early alpha for a little over a week. The firmware update went out to a random and anonymous, set of candidates. We actually send out a lot of updates, but the last was pretty big. It expanded the test group a lot. As part of the research team, we can tell you that those who are experiencing the effects of the update report occasionally feeling extra vibration in their bracelets. They don’t know *why* they’re feeling that—we don’t tell them—but once you’ve been exposed to the pulses for a few days, you don’t notice it.”

“You’re, um, doing behavior modification experiments on unwitting human subjects.” Colin frowned. He remembered his wife mentioning her bracelet randomly vibrating. He squinted at the thought. “I’m aware Fenris does some unusual things, but this is—.”

“It’s agreed to, legal. Everyone who lives in Wolfsburg signs the charter, even visitors staying for longer than a few days. You signed. Your wife,” he nodded to Colin’s wedding ring, “signed it. It’s non-invasive, impermanent. Testing on that was completed over a year ago. All of our current feedback indicates that it really only works on people who implicitly trust or respect the people giving direction. Level of sobriety and sleepiness also benefits the process, but it’s not—.”

“Mind control.” Colin said.

“Behavior modification for mood stabilization. It’s kind of like taking a pharmacological solution, but without side effects.” Another guy said, shorter, but well-muscled. “I actually take mood stabilizers for anxiety. I’m looking forward to possibility of *not* having to take them.”

“Because Mike can’t always get it up.” Stan sniggered.

“Damn it, Stan,” Mike snapped, “he’s our fucking boss, you don’t have to tell—.”

“Guys, enough. I’m not going to flip out here. I’ve been briefed on the whole radical honesty thing.” Colin looked at Mike. “I don’t judge a man for taking responsibility for his health.” He looked at Stan. “I tend *not* to like people who attack others for things beyond their control. I won’t hold it against you, but if you keep it up, I might over time. Clear?” Stan nodded. Colin felt that was setting the tone sufficiently.

“Mind control implies you giving orders and the subject following them blindly.” Mike continued. “You can try that, of course, but you won’t have much success unless maybe that person is a natural subordinate, gets off on it. Suggesting things, letting their own minds lead them down obvious paths, that’s what we’re striving for, and what we’ve at least partially accomplished thus far. To be honest, if you were to map the project out right, we’d be at 15% of Fenris Group’s goal, but it’s a *big* 15%, even though it’s mostly in the realm of sexual response.” Colin’s ears perked up, but he didn’t follow up with a question, as the fourth man started speaking.

“If we’re being honest, then.” He was dark-haired with a matching, but well-cut, beard. “I’m not sure you have the scientific rigor to back up your role leading this team. Paper aside, an *idea* man isn’t necessarily going to break new ground, here.”

“Your name?” Colin asked. The man replied. “Well, James, you are correct. I don’t have a PhD. I will depend on my experts in this room to keep me informed, guide me on what to read, and to keep my apprised of concerns, hurdles, roadblocks…you name it. We’ll meet every morning at ten for a scrum, okay?” They nodded. “And you, Ms…?”

“That’s Kristie.” Stan said. “She’s just a lab assistant.” Colin raised an eyebrow at Stan, who shrunk back. He looked to Kristie expectantly.

“Welcome, sir.” She said, pushing her long straight hair from her glasses. “I *am* just a lab assistant. Fenris hired me from the intern program, and I’m pursuing my master’s in biochemistry currently. Completing that is the contingency for me being hired full time.”

“Excellent.” Colin said. She was young, probably just out of college. Her light brown hair framed her face, and she was hidden under her lab coat. He could tell she was nearly six feet tall, not overweight, and that was about it. He was tempted to speak his thoughts on what he’d like to do with her—she had tempting lips—but he didn’t think it would make the best first impression for the team. Based on what he’d seen and heard, many of the executives took their pleasure where they wanted, and he didn’t want to be a complete stereotype, at least in public. “I want you to participate in all our discussions, Kristie, as *full* member of the team.” She smiled at that. “I won’t say there are no dumb ideas, because I will probably have some.” They laughed. “Still, you guys moved this project forward on what was basically a creative writing project of mine, so let’s pursue the science in that vein as well, okay?” They nodded. “I’ll read up on the project over the next few days, see if I can spot any inefficiencies, and we’ll tackle this from a programmatic standpoint at our Wednesday meeting.” He left them to their and found his way back to his office. Natalie was waiting at her desk and stood when he entered. “Any messages?” He asked.

“Ms. Morley said she’d be back by two-thirty to show you around campus grounds. Would you like me to come along?” She asked.

“Oh, I think we’ll be okay on our own. And I imagine spending as little time around Janelle as possible would suit you just fine?” He said with a smile. “I’ll be in my office. Call me if I’m needed, okay?” She nodded and he went into his office, grabbing a water from the fridge, before sitting at his desk. He noticed the windows—all of them—were sparkling. Natalie had been busy. Whether she’d done it herself or called the cleaners, he didn’t know, but following Janelle’s advice, he didn’t worry about it. It was *done*.

He logged onto his work computer, changing the password, and starting reading up on the project. It was called the ‘Sociability Effort’, which was both vague and slightly ominous given what they’d tried to accomplish. He thought about his wife, and he wondered if she had been under any sort of influence over the weekend. The lab crew had mentioned they’d mostly had success with sexual response. And the random buzzing. That might have described his wife over the weekend. It’s not as if she’d never been spontaneous or sexy, but she’d let him photograph her in a way they hadn’t done since they were just out of college. He pulled out his phone. Her nude photos were still the most recent thing in his gallery, and her decided to take a few pictures of the view from his office to fill up some space. He browsed through Alison’s photos, some of them were quite explicit, but he lingered on the facial he’d given her. She didn’t look out of it. She just looked like she was enjoying herself. There was a knock at the door, and Colin shut off the screen on his phone. Natalie walked in.

“Sir, um, I wanted to ask you…um, I’m not sure how to—.”

“Just say it, Natalie.”

“Do you really want me to, um, jerk you off every morning?” She asked.

“Why do you ask, Natalie?” Colin found himself enjoying this game.

“It’s just, Ms. Morley seemed intent on punishing me, and I wasn’t sure if—you didn’t seem to have an opinion either way.”

“Well, I have a sneaking suspicion Janelle will be here tomorrow at nine-thirty, at least. And, like most men, I do enjoy a handjob.” He let his statement linger.

“I…understand, sir.” She bit her lip. “I don’t, um, mind…I’m well aware of what goes on here at Fenris, what’s…expected. This isn’t even a surprise, per se. It’s just, my last boss wasn’t much interested in those sorts of things, but, really, I’ll do what I can.” She walked over and set a bottle of lotion on the desk. “If this is acceptable, I can use it tomorrow.”

“We’ll see what Janelle has to say, but yes, I’m okay with that lotion.” He looked back at his screen, pretending to read. “You can go now, Natalie.” She muttered a ‘yes sir’ and turned on her heels. “God, if it wasn’t my first day…” He sighed, watching her ass sway out of the room. He read for a little while longer, and eventually Janelle showed up in his office.

“Ready for the nickel tour?” She asked.

“I suppose.” He sighed. “Can’t I just look at the website?”

“Oh, Colin, come on, you can’t be that tired.” She took his arm leading him out into the hallway. “I’m just going to show you some of the other buildings, the gym, parking options…it’ll be a nice walk. Wake you right up.”

“I’d blame jet lag, but I was also reading through project notes.” He said as they stepped out of the building. Colin and Janelle both put on sunglasses. “It’s a combination of very interesting and incredibly boring.”

“I believe you just defined most people’s work.” She laughed.

“Don’t get me wrong, I’m really looking forward to getting into it, but starting from scratch is tough.” She said nothing, and they walked past a few buildings. She pointed out the main headquarters, an older and short building.

“The building has been here longer than the town. It used to be the main gate and then a really long road leading to here.” She said, pointing. “Hit the *Executive* VP level and you might get an office in there. Most people never set foot inside. I’ve been in there once for a Christmas party about five years ago. Much more boring than expected. The way people talk about it, you’d think it was roman orgies in there all the time.” She sounded almost disappointed. “The gym’s over here,” she pointed to two-story structure that looked fairly modern. He saw people coming and going in exercise clothes. He was briefly distracted by several women in *very* tight workout gear. “You get three hours a week for exercise, no questions asked. Free exercise gear, which *does* make your ass look fantastic,” she nodded to the passing women in tight pants, “as parts of Clothing Development Division’s program. Tell your secretary where you’re going, but other than that, feel free to go when you can. It’s mostly a meat market during the day, though.” She paused in her walk. “Ah, here’s the final step for in-processing.” She led him into a five-story building. They took an elevator to the top, and Colin signed all his pay, tax, and benefits documents in ink. He was done in less than ten minutes, and Janelle led him back outside. “So, I mean, if you want, you can go home. It’s sort of an unspoken rule that Junior VPs and higher come and go as they please. There’s no real time card, per se. You call in sick or tell someone when you’re taking vacation, but don’t think you have to clock in forty hours or more a week.”

“You’re serious?” He asked. “But they said in the HR meeting, that some people get fired for time sheets, or whatever.”

“Not *executives*.” She said. “But don’t get too excited. I think you’ll find your days start to fill up quickly, and it’s not as if you get overtime. As long as your job is getting done, no one really cares how you’re doing it. Just show up for the meetings, stay on task, that sort of thing.” She looked at her watch. “The bus back to your neighborhood is coming in about twenty minutes. Why don’t you call Natalie and tell her to lock up for you? Surprise your wife—oh, wait, she’s still at the spa. Well, have an extra beer or two in the hot tub, then. No suit required.” She grinned.

“I, um, I just realized I don’t have my office number, or Natalie’s desk either.”

“Well, I can’t blame you, really. Hang on.” She pulled out her phone and called Natalie, telling her to log off his computers and lock up his office when she was done for the day. “Give me your phone now,” she said hanging up, “I’ll add your own contact info.” He handed it to her, and she smiled, spending a minute swiping. “Alison is *hot*.” She said girlishly. “I didn’t get a good look at her in the pool, but *very* nice, Colin.” She said, showing him one of the fully nude photos he took of his wife. “This was after I left that night, too…you have stamina, I’ll give you that.” She grinned.

“Shit. I forgot I had those open.” He reached for his phone, but she pulled it back.

“You should totally set this one as your background image.” She said, showing him the facial shot. “Nothing says love like making your significant other look like a glazed donut.” She tapped away at his phone for a moment. “There, it’s all input into your contacts. I also closed your gallery, you perv.” She laughed, handing him his phone, which he jammed into his pocket, embarrassed. “Oh, relax. I think it’s sweet.” She nudged his shoulder playfully. “Well, I have some *real* work to do. Do you think you can find your way home okay?” She pointed to the bus stop down the central walkway. He nodded. She gave him a quick peck on the cheek and walked off.

**End Part 4**

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