The Neighborhood: Part 7 [MF][FSub][Mast][ENF][ENM][MC][SciFi]

**Chapter 11: Natalie Builds Her Office Skills**

The next morning, he got ready for work, not bothering to be quiet, but Alison slept through it all. He’d wanted to talk about the previous night, but never got the chance. He caught the shuttle to work, sitting next to Gretchen on her invitation. She made hints about the text she’d gotten, but he didn’t bother to play along. He thought that was the end of it, but it actually seemed to interest her more, and she asked if he wanted to come by for drinks again after work again. He begged off, leaving her with a bemused expression as they parted ways to go to their separate buildings. He made his way up to his office, and Natalie met him at the door.

“Good morning sir. Coffee is brewed. Please tell me how you like it and I’ll bring it to your desk.”

“Um, cream and sugar. Simple.” He said. He hung up his suit jacket and went to his desk, beginning the process of the logging on. He read through a series of specification reports, and then some technical stuff he didn’t quite understand, and finally a report of the efficacy of the behavioral response to the wristbands. He made a few notes, planning to bring it up the meeting. At quarter to nine, Janelle walked into his office, dressed impeccably, as usual, in a dark blue skirt suit.

“How are things going today?” She asked.

“Good, reading up on projects. I’ve set a daily scrum for ten, so…um…look, about last night…”

“I don’t give a shit, Colin. I’m here to make sure you adjust, integrate, and are generally content so that your productivity in relation to Fenris Group remains at its peak. If that means we have to have boozy chats about your marriage, so be it. I’d prefer you man-up sooner rather than later so I don’t have to play life coach all the time, but we’ll get there. You know why I’m here, right?”

“The nine-thirty, um, *skills* building.” She nodded. “Should I call Natalie in here?” Janelle said nothing, simply looking at him with patience. “Uh, Natalie,” he said into his intercom, “we’re going to start the nine-thirty a little early. Come in here, please.” She replied with curt ‘yes sir’ and walked in a moment later. Though she’d known Janelle was already in the office, she still froze at seeing the woman.

“How would you, um, like to proceed, sir?” Natalie asked. Colin’s thoughts got away from him as he looked at the petite blonde. He wasn’t sure he was ready to hear himself ask such a thing of someone who wasn’t his wife.

“Colin,” Janelle said, “*neither* of us has all day to sit here.”

“Fine,” he said, taking a breath. “Natalie, grab the lotion, some tissues, and get on your knees beside my desk.” She did as he asked. He stood briefly, undoing his pants, and exposing himself from the waist down. He saw Janelle give him a nod of approval. He sat on his office chair and looked at Natalie. “Put some lotion on one of your hands and start stoking me. I’ll tell you when I’m about to come, but be ready, because if you aren’t you’ll be wearing whatever happens the rest of the day, understand?”

“Yes, sir.” She said. She squirted some lotion in the palm of her hand and massaged his cock for a moment, until things were nice and slippery. She started jerking him off in a steady manner, and Janelle walked around the desk to get a better look at Natalie’s efforts.

“Unbutton your blouse a little.” Janelle said. “Give him something to look at.” She reached down and unbuttoned a few buttons on Natalie’s blouse, revealing some deep cleavage and just a lacy hint of the top of her bra. “And tease his balls with you other hand. Have you even *given* a guy a handjob before?”

“Yes, ma’am.” Natalie said. She stroked his balls with her fingertips, his scrotum tightening at the sensation, and he gave light sigh of pleasure. Colin was enjoying the situation, but Natalie wasn’t really his type, and she was, at best, competent with her hands. It also didn’t help that Janelle was lingering like a frustrated teacher dealing with a mediocre student. As he neared orgasm, he told Natalie, and she caught his come in the tissues, still pumping his cock for the most part, though it was a bit of a mess. “Was, that…um…acceptable, sir?” Natalie asked, getting off her knees and collecting the tissues and lotion.

“I think we’re getting there.” Colin said. “Janelle, you were right. She does need work. Natalie, for tomorrow, and all following days, I want linen towels, both for me to sit on, and for you to clean me off afterwards. We have the budget for that, I assume?”

“Of course, sir.” She said and started backing out of the room. After she closed the door behind her, Colin stood us and got dressed.

“Feeling like an executive yet?” Janelle asked.

“She looked traumatized.” He said.

“She doesn’t want to be *reassigned*. She doesn’t give a shit about the handjob part of this. Trust me, she’s done this before, regardless of what her last boss was like. Secretaries fill a certain role at Fenris. They have since the beginning.”

“But—.”

“But what, Colin? Oh, those poor women? It’s sexist, sure, degrading even, but they’re never lied to about what’s expected. Back in the day, they used to have a madam come in and instruct them of how to pleasure a man. Can you imagine a twenty-something woman not knowing how to give a handjob these days?” She laughed. “Good old days, my ass! I honestly feel we should go back to something like that. Bring in a few experienced hookers to show them how to get things done. Instead, these girls now get hired, get told the truth, and most of them don’t really believe it because their bosses aren’t nearly as demanding as they imagined. That was a lackluster handy.” She scoffed.

“You are definitely more skilled.” Colin leered. “And I’ve been getting a lot of hand action lately.” He added.

“Flattery will get you everywhere, still, *I* was hire from the outside after having had a bit of a career. The secretaries? We take anyone of suitable looks and skills from twenty-one onward. These girls are told they have a chance at career, education, if they want it, or to marry some rich executive. But they are *not* misled about what just a happened in here. Like I said, I came from the academic world. I was shocked, at first—by the sex, at least—and I’m hardly a virgin, but they showed me the research, showed me how smoothly things sail around here. This could be a huge management trend if people would stop trying to protect each other’s morals.”

“But does she really have a choice? I mean, you threatened her job.”

“I threatened *this* job…the one where she’s expected to keep her boss happy, but if she wants to disappear into a less…sexual…role in this company, there are plenty of opportunities, with equal or better pay, even, like Gretchen,” Janelle added. “But your secretary is a lot less likely to really make something of herself if she doesn’t show some initiative. Fenris has drone jobs, Colin, even we’re not *that* good at fixing HR issues. Maybe Natalie would be happier as a drone, but right now she really doesn’t do that much. You’re not *that* demanding, I’ve noticed, so what does she *really* have to complain about?”

“It’s just…one-sided.”

“Oh, fuck you, Colin.” She laughed. “If I want a little taste of something, I can *ask* just like anyone else. Radical honesty, remember? You don’t think Natalie couldn’t find a guy to go down on her during her break? Get lost in those big tits of hers? You talked to Gretchen, right?” He nodded. “I bet she was bitching about not having a secretary to fuck, right? She’s been saying that for years. She *could* request one, but she hasn’t. She knows she doesn’t really need a personal assistant, and she respects the company’s bottom line, but we do have female executives. They do have male secretaries—or female—and I have no doubt they get up to their fair share of…activities.”

“Fine, okay…you sold me…I’ll start being more of a misogynist.” He chuckled.

“Colin…I know you’re joking, but that has *never* been what this is about. You do this because you *love* women. There are enough misogynists running around without your faux woe-is-me bullshit. The same would be true if you were into men. I watched you interact with Natalie. You never demeaned her, never purposefully degraded her. That’s an abuse of the power dynamic. I mean, you probably *can* do that if that’s how you roll, but is it because you dislike her? No, I don’t think so. You’re just getting your rocks off. She wants to make you happy, regardless.” To be honest, Colin wasn’t completely convinced. He knew Janelle’s psychology background meant that she could probably bend him any way she pleased, but he didn’t have time to think it over. His morning team meeting was coming up.

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**Chapter 12: Everything Starts to Mesh**

Two weeks passed. It seemed to pass in a blur, but that’s how it was with any new job. Colin no longer had Janelle present for his morning ‘skill building’ with Natalie. He actually had Natalie start going over his morning schedule even as she jerked him off. The fact that he’d incorporated real work into the process seemed to make her more focused and pleasant. His idea with the linen towels had been inspired, as well. His bare ass was no longer on his office chair, and there was no lint or residue from tissues when she cleaned off his cock. She buttoned up her blouse and collected the dirty linens to place them in the closet in her vestibule for collection and cleaning at the end of the day.

“You asked me to remind you—after you came, sir—to bring up the, uh,” she looked down at her notes, “the uptake numbers at the weekly full meeting.” He nodded. He’d neglected to do so for a little while, but he hadn’t wanted to sound uninformed. Now that he was better read-up on the subject matter pf his project, he felt he could bring up his ideas without coming off as too overbearing. He dismissed Natalie and made his way down to the lab.

“So, I was reading the status report on the recent software update, and I saw that we’re stuck at about a 15% response uptake.” Colin jumped right into it after they went around the room with general updates and problems.

“15.7%, actually.” Stan interjected. Colin was already annoyed with him, but he knew his numbers, at least.

“Yes, I’m speaking loosely here. The point is, I had an idea about harnessing the underlying vector for the behavior modification. Trust, love, attraction, authority, inebriation…these sorts of things aren’t necessarily exclusive to individuals.”

“I’m not sure I’m following.” Gil said.

“You’re talking about group interaction. Peer reinforcement.” Kristie said, almost looking surprised at being able to speak.

“Yes, actually.” Colin smiled.

“Wait…fuck!” James stood up, went to a whiteboard, and started drawing a framework, annotating some math to the side. “Like a fucking mesh network…that’s…fuck! Why didn’t *I* think of that? I’m a moron!”

“Well, that’s about as high a praise as you’ll ever get from James.” Gil said with a grin. “This actually could work. One of the problems we’ve been facing is that the uptake curve is slow, gradual. You give commands, for lack of a better term, and person evaluates them, the wristband analyzes the systemic response, and then determines the appropriate feedback. So, initially, the commands are hit or miss, the response isn’t predictable—or even consistent—and there’s no significant reinforcement of behavior. But with—.”

“Three or more.” James said, stepping back from an equation on the board. “With three or more input elements—people interacting with a subject—the subject behavioral uptake should increase significantly. The problem has been that if one person commands another subject too frequently, the subject sort of gains a responsive immunity. It’s not that it doesn’t work, but the efficacy decreases by nearly half each time within the same few hours. The mesh element—that might help bypass that bottleneck. What do you think, Mike? Can we implement the code on this?”

“It’s going to take a significant rewrite of the network parameters, and probably some work on the API to handle near-simultaneous calls for the same subject routing through local wristbands…” He trailed off. “You’re dead on the money calling it a mesh network. The wristbands will have to communicate to each other, not *just* the citywide network.”

“Why not just have the process route through the servers?” Stan asked.

“Too much latency.” James said, pointing to the whiteboard. “I think…I’ll have to run the numbers, but yeah, we’d need the mesh effect to occur quickly. It’s like boosting a signal, not just stacking commands. Each wristband contacts the servers, then they share the info to the target wristband. We’re going to have to work on the most efficient routing for this.” They started arguing, but in an excited manner. “Thanks boss.” James said to him. “Do you mind if we break early and work on this?”

“Not at all.” Colin said, standing up and moving toward the door. Once the men had gotten into discussing algorithmic processes, he knew he was beyond the point of contribution. He slipped out and left them to it. He was pleased. Two weeks into his job, and he’d potentially have some real progress to report at the upcoming Junior Executive meeting. As he reached his office, Kristie called after him.

“Sir. Sir! If I could speak to you a moment?” She caught up with him in his secretary’s office.

“What do you need, Kristie?” He asked.

“I’m sorry, I meant to catch you before you got too far, but it’s hard to run in heels.” He looked down at her shoes. They probably put her height above six feet. “I was hoping to talk to you about maybe increasing my responsibilities in the project, and—.”

“Hang on.” He held up his hand, stopping her. “Natalie, do I have anything coming up soon?” Natalie looked at his calendar. “No, Mr. Turner.”

“Follow me, Kristie, we can talk in my office.” She followed him, and he closed the door. “Coffee or something?” He pointed to the bar. “I can get you anything. Natalie has stocked this thing to the brim.” He laughed.

“No thank you.” He pointed her to seat in front of his desk, and she sat down. “The research team is very excited about your proposal.”

“I caught that.” He smirked.

“Yes, but right now, they have me running errands, typing up notes, managing the subject database, but I can do more. The group dynamics of what you suggested…that’s right up my alley, my field of study. I think that I can really contrib—.”

“Wait, did you say you *manage the subject database*, like who is *part* of the behavioral modification test?”

“Um, yes. It’s how we gather the data on overall response, and how I make sure we accidentally aren’t adding people who aren’t eligible or excluded.”

“So, it’s not really random.” Colin said.

“We have exclusion criteria set. Right now, no one in research, no executives, of course, age parameters, obviously, but that still leaves thousands of residents eligible, and of those, a randomizer assigns them the test firmware and software elements.”

“Can you get me access to the database?”

“Yes, sir, but, we’re keeping this a blind study, and—.”

“I’m the manager of the project. It might be useful to see who we’re affecting with this, what data we’re seeing.”

“I—I can maybe give you access, but you won’t have to ability to remove people. You’d have to flag them for the research auditing board, and—.”

“But I could *add* people?” He asked.

“Yes, but, again, they’d be flagged. The auditing board could see who you chose, if it came up, so I’d advise you to be circumspect as to who you chose, but they’d also be excluded from the study…not part of the test numbers. Manual entries…manual activation of the firmware was meant for testing only. You could see the numbers yourself, but *I* wouldn’t be able to see them, and unable to provide you reports, so I’m not sure how useful that would be.” He stood up.

“Sit at my desk. Give me access to the database.” He said. She got up and walked around his desk, carefully taking a seat at his Fenris terminal, and began typing away. A moment later a new icon appeared on his desktop, and Kristie opened it, showing him a list of numbered identifiers, their activation status, the date they began, and a series of numbers followed thereafter, with various labels like biosystem variance, uptake ratio, indicated failures, partial uptake, full uptake, and on and on.

“So, I’ll give you a brief overview, but it’s fairly intuitive once you play around with it a bit.” She clicked an entry. “Here you can see the subject was activated about five weeks ago, and they’re not responding well to the input. I can pull up other data elements, like their relationship status, some info on their spouse or partner, and with that we can determine if there are particular failure states, or so we hope, but—.”

“And how do I look someone up?” He asked.

“Um, here…” She opened a drop-down menu, then pointed to a first name and last name entry. You just type. Is there someone you want to look up?”

“My secretary.” Kristie typed in Natalie, but then paused. “Shit, I actually don’t know her last name.” He hit the intercom on his desk phone. “Natalie, what’s your last name?”

“Kiebler, sir.” She said. He turned off the intercom and laughed.

“Wow, really…Natalie Kiebler…she already looks like an elf.” He muttered. Kristie typed the last name in and hit enter. He employee photo appeared on the screen, along with some relevant data. He saw that she was single, self-identified as heterosexual, and not known to be dating. There was even medical information, proving her height and weight, known medical issues, and measurements. “Is this info in there for all employees? Why the hell does Fenris need to know her hips, waist, and bust?”

“Everyone gets a physical every six months, and it’s just one of the datapoints.” Kristie shrugged. “I think we have a clothing and uniform division—something like that—that uses this stuff as reference.” She shifted in her seat, and Colin caught a flash of the top of her stocking.

“Can I ask, what’s with the lab coat? I mean, you yourself claim you barely do anything, so why the lab coat.”

“It started off as a joke, but now…” She trailed off.

“I’m not sure I understand.” He said.

“How about I show you how to nominate someone for firmware activation?” She asked.

“Oh, sure, um, you can just do Natalie. It says she’s not active.” He pointed to the screen. “It might be worthwhile to try some methodologies for command uptake.”

“We’ve, um, found that natural language works best at first, suggestions, rather than commands. It’s a conundrum, but I won’t bore you with the details. If the subject is responsive, then, as their uptake ratio—success versus failure—increases, *then* you could feasibly try orders. Think of it like saying, ‘it would be really great if you did the dishes’, rather than ‘do the dishes’. You know?” She clicked a box in Natalie’s profile, and the activation status window changed to a green ‘YES’. “She’ll have the firmware upload sometime in the next twelve hours. It’s a rolling process to not overload server activity, but it could really go at any time. The initialization is bandwidth heavy for a good ten to fifteen minutes. We’re working on fixing that.”

“Okay, well, I think I’ve seen enough to know how to start digging around. I can count on you for questions?” She nodded, getting up from his seat. He sat back down and she moved back to the front of his desk.

“So, my request to be more involved in the project?” She asked. He glanced up from his screen. He’d thought she was leaving.

“Oh, that’s right. Well, first, before I forget, what’s the prank? The lab coat thing? What, they want you looking like a stuffy researcher, hair tied back, glasses, buttoned up lab coat…but they don’t actually let you do research? Not very inventive.”

“I…sir, it’s just silly. I’d rather not—.”

“You want me to trust you being directly involved the project, so trust *me*. What’s the big secret?”

“I—.” She blushed. “I’m not wearing clothes under here.” Colin’s eyes widened. “I mean—!” She closed her eyes and let out a breath. “I *am* wearing clothes, like, underwear and stockings, but my blouse and skirt are in my locker in the lab. This is embarrassing, sir.”

“Just tell me, Kristie.” He said, trying to keep it light.

“I go to the gym every morning, and when I first started in the lab, they stole my clothes. The only thing I could find to wear was my lab coat, and then the team decided that that was *all* could wear from then on…or suffer more pranks…or be transferred—which I don’t want, obviously.”

“How long has this been going on?” He asked.

“Seven months.”

“Seven months!” Colin said, incredulous that she would put up with it.

“Since I started with the lab. They haven’t bothered me since, sir, really. I mean, they tease me, but it’s just good enough for them to know they’ve put me in my place, as it were. I understand the culture here. I knew what I might have faced in other offices—particularly having started out as an intern.” Colin wanted to know what *that* meant, but she kept talking. “In the grand scheme of things, spending all days in my underwear under a lab coat is a lot better than constantly being propositioned by them.” She shrugged. “It’s actually kind of comfortable, really, like wearing a bath robe or something.”

“And what, they check each day to make sure you’re playing along?”

“What?” She made a confused face. “No. They just trust me to do it.”

“And you do?” He asked, and she nodded. He locked his computer and stood up. “Come with me, Kristie.” They walked back down to the lab and went inside. “Gentlemen, I need a minute or two, and then you can get back to your work.” They all stopped what they were doing and moved in his direction. “I’ve decided that I want Kristie more intimately involved in the forthcoming mesh network expansion. Her work in group dynamics should aid that process immensely.” There was some muttering, but no one really protested. “Gil and Mike, I’m trusting you to incorporate Kristie as much as possible. Five heads are better than four, by my math.” He eyeballed each man. “Now, I’ve *also* come to learn you men have been pranking this woman, and while she’s been game, it’s gone on too long. Kristie, please remove your lab coat.”

“Umm…” she blushed. He snapped his fingers, and she started unbuttoning her coat. She took it off and set in on a chair at the conference table. Stan gave a low whistle, and James muttered a quiet wow. Kristie’s lithe body had all the perfection of youth, and her long legs looked fantastic in her stockings. She wore a black set of bra and panties, mostly sheer, with vertical stripes. Colin noted she had smaller breasts, but they were pert, and the nipples hard in the cool air of the lab. He was surprised to see a full bush between her legs.

“Turn around for them, Kristie.” Colin said. She did as he asked, tentatively, but showed off her rear in her panties, her cheeks partly exposed by design. “Lovely.” He said, unable to resist tapping her ass lightly. “Okay, so, tomorrow, Kristie can wear what she wants in the lab. Clothes, lab coat, or otherwise. No more stupid pranks, especially not endless ones. You know what they call that? Hazing. You know what I think of that? I think it’s fucking unimaginative. So, here’s my prank: You now have Kristie to help with the project, so I want a test report by Friday.” They groaned. “Good thing you have an extra set of hands. Now, one final thing.” The looked at him expectantly. “I’d like you all to strip.”

“What?” Stan protested. “You can’t be serious.”

“I am. Strip, all of you, and then maybe you’ll begin to understand how stupid this prank was.” Gil shrugged and pulled off his t-shirt and starting unzipping his pants. The other men started to follow his lead, and they were all eventually standing there in socks, boxers, briefs, and combinations thereof. “Underwear, too.” The men didn’t respond, shuffling a bit uncomfortably.

“Sir, you don’t have to do this for me.” Kristie said.

“I’m not doing it for you, and please don’t try to protect them, unless you’d like to join them.”

“I—.” She sputtered.

“Underwear, too, gentlemen. Now.” They stripped in near-unison, cocks hanging free and shy in cool air. Colin couldn’t help but note that Gil was devoid of body hair, possibly waxed, and James, the oldest of all of them had his pubes trimmed short to barely a trace of dark hair. “Thank you. Now, you’ll all finish your workday like this. Tomorrow, it all goes back to normal, understand?” They nodded.

“Sir,” Kristie said, “I don’t think this is fair.” He looked at her, frowning. “If I’m supposed to be part of the team…” she undid her bra, letting it fall to the floor dramatically, I need to *be* part of the team.” She slipped off her panties and stepped out of them, walking over to the rest of the men. They were staring at her, and it wasn’t hard to understand why. Her lingerie had been revealing, but naked was naked. The stockings were a nice touch, though. Her tan lines made her look like she was wearing a bikini, and the fairly full bush added to the effect. She was blushing, but stood unashamed, even as some of the other men were making efforts to hide their penises.

“I guess I can’t say I don’t appreciate the team effort. Well then, get to work.” He waved them off. They immediately turned back to their work, with Gil addressing Kristie and pointing her to the whiteboard with some code elements in the far corner of the room. He left the lab before he started laughing uncontrollably.

**End Part 7**

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