Chapter 3: Rising Action
Yezbit still sat at her desk, the glow of the screen reflected in her glasses. Vorcka could see the weariness and strain in her face for just a moment before she noticed who had knocked on her door. Her face quickly became one of contempt.
"What do you want." She snapped.
Vorcka wasn't surprised at her reaction, even though he'd hoped she'd have changed her mind about him little bit.
"I spoke with your friend earlier. Emika. She stopped by on her way out of the office." Vorcka said, trying to imply that he knew she didn't have a reason to hate him anymore.
"On her way out of town, you mean? I don't suppose she mentioned this new job of hers was on the other side of the state, did she?"
Vorcka winced slightly, kicking himself for bringing it up. He held out the thumb drive.
"Whats that," Yezbit snapped.
This was not going as planned. As Emika predicted, Yezbit was gonna be Yezbit.
"It's everything I managed to get done today. I'm planning to work the weekend to finish up the rest of it."
Yezbit snorted. "Don't bother." She mocked. "By Monday, I should have plenty of reason to have you fired. The complaints have been streaming in all day. Work has slowed to a crawl across the entire office, and it's all because of you."
Vorcka was stunned. That's how far she'd go to get rid of him? She had wasted an entire days productivity in order to make it look like he couldn't do his job?
"Get out of my office, Vorcka. I'm pissed because Emika is leaving, and nothing you or she says is going to make me change my mind. I've got a headache, and I'm finally going to get home at a decent hour for once. Expect good news Monday morning."
For a moment, all Vorcka could do was clench his fingers around the thumb drive. Then, in a moment of desperation, he dropped the thumb drive to the ground and pulled out the other one. The one Nico had tossed him.
Forcing a smile on his face, he stepped in front of Yezbit as she prepared to leave for the night.
"Yezbit, come Monday, I hope you are prepared for the same good news as me." Vorcka held up the new thumb drive.
"Whats that?" Yezbit asked, turning to face him.
"Your headache is about to get a lot worse. I had a long conversation with your friend earlier today. She told me that you've been railroading me since I got hired, and that despite her protests, you had repeatedly violated work practices and knowingly slowed down work schedules to make me look like the slow bottleneck. She said she knew you might go overboard, so she willingly gave me testimony. I looked into some of her claims. If some of these projects fail, you could be responsible for losing the company millions of dollars."
Yezbit stopped preparing to leave, instead glaring at Vorcka and the thumb drive in his hand. Her eyes narrowed. "What do you want?" She asked.
"I only want to be appreciated, and treated like the other members on the team. It isn't my fault I got the job your friend didn't even want. I didn't know her and I didn't know you."
Yezbit stepped towards him, eying the drive. Vorcka chuckled and tossed it to her. "You can keep it. I've got more. If you look at it and decide you want to be reasonable, I'll be at my desk working. Otherwise, I'll be sending an email to HR first thing in the morning."
Vorcka turn and swiftly left her office. It might be best if he wasn't around when she put in the thumb drive. Glancing over his shoulder, he saw Yezbit sitting in front of her desk, thumb drive in hand, seemingly considering her options. He smiled and returned to the project he'd been working on earlier. He began considering dinner options as he worked. He'd missed lunch after all.
Yezbit sat at her desk, considering. She'd never been on this end of things. By the time most people started fighting back, the battle was already over. But if Vorcka had convinced Emika to confess everything she knew, it wouldn't take long for someone to review assignments and discover what she'd done. She considered snapping the thumb drive, but Vorcka said he had several, and likely had backed them up off site as well. Yezbit needed to know what he knew. Maybe he hadn't learned enough.
Her slender fingers uncapped the flash drive and she slid it into a port. She pinched her nose as she waited for her computer to recognize the drive. She really did have a pounding headache.
Suddenly, instead of asking if she wanted to open the drives contents, her screen suddenly filled with a myriad of colors. Swirling, mixing, and fading in and out of existence. "What is...?" She started to ask. This wasn't evidence. This was... she felt like she could recognize something in the pattern, but it was getting hard to think clearly. She tried to recognize the pattern, the colors, even herself. It felt strange. So pretty. She wanted to see it all. The entire thing. She watched the screen, unblinking as even thoughts of her headache faded away.
The colors were mesmerizing, every shift and change drawing her deeper into the display. She reached out, her fingers brushing the screen, wanting to touch the dance of pigments. A sudden, sharp beep echoed through the room, and the screen went black. Yezbit blinked, her hand still outstretched, her mind foggy. What had just happened?
"Yezbit?" Vorcka's voice came from the doorway, a slight look of amusement in his eyes. "Are you alright?"
She turned to face him, her eyes adjusting to the normality of the room.
"I... yes. What do you mean? Of course, I'm alright," she snapped, her brain still trying to process what had just happened. "Why wouldn't I be?"
Vorcka stepped into the office, closing the door behind him. "You've been staring at your blank screen for the past ten minutes. I thought maybe you'd fallen asleep or something."
Yezbit glanced back at her monitor, then at Vorcka. "I... must have zoned out. It's been a long day." She rubbed her temples, feeling a faint echo of her earlier headache. "What was on that thumb drive? It certainly wasn't evidence or a testimony or anything."
Vorcka shrugged, continuing to look at her. "I must have given you the wrong one. But you know the evidence is there. Perhaps you could see this as an olive branch, a gift. We could both let this thing go, and start over." Vorcka paused. "How are you feeling," he asked suddenly.
"I'm fine," she snapped, showing no response to the word gift from the trigger words. "Now stop asking." But she didn't look fine. She looked anxious, almost panicky, like she was looking for something.
Assert dominance, that's what the email had said. Assert dominance, then use the trigger words. How? If it didn't do anything, trying to boss her around would only backfire.
"Yezbit, look at me when I'm talking to you."
Something was happening. Vorcka could see her start to sweat. She started making a sound in her throat, a keening, high pitched noise, as if she could feel something happening, and she was trying to fight it.
Vorcka could feel it too. Growing bolder, he raised his voice. "Yezbit, look at me."
Yezbit's breathing was coming in gasps, and sweat trickled down her neck. "Nnnnnn...." He could see her fighting to keep looking at her blank monitor screen, jaw clenched and muscles straining.
Vorcka stepped up next to her chair, pushing the corner to spin her towards him. She wouldn't turn towards him, but it seemed that she couldn't turn away either. Slowly, she rotated until she was facing him, eyes wide in panic but looking towards his chest instead of his face.
One last time. Lowering his voice, but putting as much authority has he had into it, he said, "Yezbit, look at me when I'm speaking to you."
Her eyes flicked to his face, and the stiffness of her entire body just melted away.
Vorcka felt a thrill of power surge through him. He kept his expression stern, not wanting to break the spell. "That's better," he said, his voice calm and steady. "Now, I want you to listen to me very carefully, Yezbit. Do you understand?"
She nodded, her eyes never leaving his. "Good," he continued. "I want you to show me everything you planned to give to HR to get me fired."
"Of course," she said softly, smiling at him. She turned back towards her computer screen. Vorcka quickly removed the thumb drive from its port, and the computer screen returned to normal. Yezbit opened some files, then turned towards him.
Three complaints. All from women who were constantly trying to cozy up to Yezbit. Not the entire office. Productivity hadn't fallen hardly at all, and these were the only complaints. He narrowed his eyes, turning towards her.
"This is everything?" He asked.
"Yes." She replied, not quite in monotone, but in a quiet, unassertive voice.
This was nothing. He'd followed those crazy nimrods' plan when there was actually nothing to have worried about. But it seemed to have worked. Yezbit was sitting in her office chair, doing nothing, seemingly waiting for his say so.
Vorcka's mind raced. He wouldn't have done this on a whim, but now that he was here, he had promised that he would take notes for Jaxon and Nico.
"Yezbit, how do you feel now?" He asked. He wanted to know if she knew what was going on. She had fought til the bitter end to resist, but now, he wondered what was going on inside her head since the programming had taken hold.
"I feel... relaxed," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "My headache is gone. I feel like I could sleep for days."
Vorcka nodded, jotting down notes. "And how do you feel about me now?" He asked, trying to keep his voice impersonal.
Yezbit looked at him, her eyes softening. "I don't know. I feel like I should hate you, but... I don't. I just feel... calm. Like none of it matters anymore."
That sounded like depression. Had the programming just smothered everything, including her ability to refuse orders? That was impressive, but not quite mental domination. He needed to see if she responded to the trigger words he'd been sent. If she responded to words according to her reprogramming, now that would be a true marvel.
"Yezbit, I want you to accept this gift." Maybe he should have picked a trigger word with a more obvious result, but this one seemed like it might be positive, and that may help her accept the programming quicker rather than fighting it. He watched for any obvious results.
Her eyes widened slightly, and she licked her lips. Then, she did something unexpected. She moaned. Her eyes closed, and her head tilted backwards. She held her breath as one hand reached towards her crotch. She pushed back in her chair and her body began to shake. Then another gasp escaped her lips and she resumed sitting with a relaxed posture, a slight smile on her face.
That was a pretty obvious response to the trigger word gift, alright. What a couple of perverts. Vorcka smailed at Yezbit as she sat in her chair, enjoying the aftereffects of her orgasm.
"Yezbit, did you like that?" He asked.
"Hmmm," she purred, eyes still closed as she squirmed a bit in her chair.
Vorcka smirked. She seemed quite different now from the antagonistic, cold hearted tyrant that had been threatening him a half hour ago.
"Yezbit, do you want more of that?" He asked her. "If so, I only need one thing from you. Accept it. Don't fight it. Tell me what I am now." Vorcka commanded, stepping back and watching her languid form.
She looked up at him, her eyes hooded and lazy, yet still holding a spark of defiance that he found oddly arousing. "What am I, to you?" he repeated, his voice firm yet gentle.
Yezbit bit her lip, her chest rising and falling with each breath. "You... you are my master," she finally said, her voice barely above a whisper.
Vorcka nodded, satisfied. "And what do you want, Yezbit?"
She looked at him, her eyes widening slightly. "I want... I want to please you," she said, her voice gaining strength.
"And all that anger, that hatred you felt towards me?" He was curious to hear her response, how she reconciled the sudden change in attitude.
He had expected resistance, maybe even denial, but this? This was something else entirely. He felt a twinge of pity for her, but also a growing curiosity. What would she do now?
"What about it, Yezbit?" He pressed. "What about all that anger?"
She blinked, her gaze flicking away from him for a moment before returning. "It's... gone," she said, her voice distant. "I don't feel it anymore. When you told me to look at you, it was like... a switch was flipped. I just...
don't care about it anymore," she finished, her voice soft and far away, almost as if she was talking to herself. Vorcka watched her, fascinated. He had expected her to fight, to resist, but this was something else entirely. The anger and resentment that had been boiling beneath the surface for weeks had simply... vanished. He felt a twinge of unease, wondering if he had done something irreversible.
"Yezbit," he said, his voice gentle yet firm. "I want you to tell me what you're feeling right now. Describe it to me."
She blinked, her gaze focusing on him again.
"I feel... empty," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "Like there's a void where all that anger used to be. It's not... unpleasant. Just... strange. Like I'm missing something, but I don't know what." "And how does that make you feel about me?" He asked, keeping his voice casual.
Yezbit looked at him, her eyes searching his face. "I don't know," she admitted. "I should hate you, right? You've... done something to me. But I don't. I just feel...
grateful," she finished, her voice soft and confused. "I don't understand why, but I do. I just want to... make you happy." Vorcka raised an eyebrow, surprised. Gratitude was not what he had expected. He had expected fear, maybe even hatred, but not gratitude. He felt a pang of guilt, but pushed it aside. He had a job to do, and he wasn't going to let his emotions get in the way.
"Yezbit, I want you to stand up and come over here," he commanded, his voice firm.
She complied without hesitation, rising from her chair and walking towards him.
Vorcka took a step back, watching her approach. "Strip for me," he ordered, his voice steady. He wanted to see how far this newfound obedience went.
Yezbit paused, her eyes flicking up to meet his. For a moment, he thought he saw a spark of defiance, but it was gone as quickly as it had appeared. She reached up, her fingers finding the buttons of her blouse. One by one, she undid them, her eyes never leaving his.
She let the blouse slip off her shoulders, revealing a sky blue bra underneath. Vorcka felt a stirring in his pants, but he pushed it aside, focusing on the task at hand. He needed to see how far this went, how much control he truly had.
"Slowly," he commanded, his voice low. "I want to enjoy the show."
Yezbit nodded, her hands moving to her hips, where they began to work on the zipper of her skirt. She wiggled it down her legs, stepping out of it once it hit the floor.
Now standing before him in just her bra and panties, she hesitated for a moment, her hands hovering near the clasp of her bra.
"Keep going," Vorcka urged, his voice steady despite the growing heat in his groin. He wanted to see how far she would go, how much control he truly had over her.
Yezbit's hands moved to her back, unhooking her bra with practiced ease. She let it fall to the floor, her full breasts now on display. She stood tall, her chin raised, and her eyes locked onto Vorcka's, awaiting his next command.
Her nipples hardened in the cool air of the office, and she could feel a warmth spreading between her legs. She was wet, and she didn't know why. All she knew was that she wanted to please him, to make him happy.
Vorcka's gaze traveled down her body, taking in every curve and line. He felt a sense of power, of control, that he had never experienced before. He could make her do anything he wanted, and she would do it without question. It was intoxicating.
"Touch yourself," he commanded, his voice barely above a whisper.
He wanted to see if she would hesitate, if there was any defiance left in her, but she did none of those things. Instead, she brought her hands up to her breasts, cupping them and squeezing them gently. She let out a soft moan, her eyes fluttering closed for a moment before opening again and locking onto his.
Vorcka watched, his heart pounding in his chest, as she began to roll her nipples between her fingers, pinching and tugging gently.
Her breath hitched, and her eyes fluttered closed again, a soft moan escaping her lips. The sight of her, so vulnerable and open, was almost too much for Vorcka to bear. He could feel his own breath coming faster, his body responding to the scene unfolding before him.
"Stop," he commanded, his voice hoarse. Yezbit's hands stilled immediately, her eyes flying open to meet his gaze. "Turn around," he ordered, his voice regaining some of its earlier steadiness. She complied, turning to face away from him.
Vorcka took a moment to appreciate the view, her round ass perfectly outlined by her lacy panties. He could see the dampness there, evidence of her arousal. He felt a surge of power, knowing that he had caused that reaction.
"Bend over," he commanded, his voice steady. "Grab your ankles."
Yezbit didn't hesitate. She bent at the waist, her hands reaching down to grasp her ankles. Her ass was now at eye level, and Vorcka could see the damp spot on her panties growing larger. He couldn't resist.
He reached out, trailing his fingers along the curve of her ass, feeling the smooth fabric of her panties. She shivered at his touch, a soft moan escaping her lips. He could feel the heat radiating from her, and it took all his self-control not to push her panties aside and take her right then and there.
But he had a plan, and he wasn't going to let his desires get in the way. Not yet, anyway.
"Stand up," he commanded, his voice firm. Yezbit straightened, her breath coming in ragged gasps.
Vorcka could see the desire in her eyes, the hunger, but also a hint of confusion. She didn't understand what was happening to her, why she was feeling this way. But he didn't care. He had her exactly where he wanted her.
"Turn around," he said, his voice low. She complied, her eyes never leaving his. He could see the questions in them, the uncertainty, but also the acceptance. She was his now, to do with as he pleased.
He took a step closer, close enough that he could feel the heat of her body, the rise and fall of her chest.
"Do you know why you're feeling this way, Yezbit?" He asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
She shook her head, her eyes never leaving his. "No," she admitted, her voice soft. "I don't understand what's happening to me."
Vorcka smirked, enjoying the power he held over her. "It's because you're mine now," he said, his voice firm. "You belong to me, and you will do whatever I say, whenever I say it."
Yezbit's eyes widened slightly, but she didn't deny it.
Instead, she nodded, her voice barely above a whisper. "Yes, Master."
Vorcka felt a thrill of power surge through him at the title. He had never wanted this, never sought it, but now that he had it, he found he quite enjoyed it. He could get used to this.
"Good girl," he murmured, his hand reaching up to cup her cheek. She leaned into his touch, her eyes fluttering closed for a moment before opening again, looking up at him with a soft, almost worshipful expression.
Vorcka felt a pang of guilt at the sight, but he pushed it aside.
"Yezbit, I want you to kneel," he commanded, his voice steady.
She complied without hesitation, her knees hitting the carpet with a soft thud. She looked up at him, her eyes filled with a mix of confusion, desire, and something else. Something that looked almost like... reverence.
Vorcka felt a surge of power at the sight. He had never felt like this before, never had this kind of control over someone.
It was intoxicating, and he found himself wanting more. He wanted to test the limits of her obedience, to see just how far he could push her. But he also wanted to understand what was happening to her, to understand the extent of the programming that Jaxon and Nico had created.
"Yezbit," he said, his voice steady. "Describe it to me, in detail."
She took a deep breath, her eyes never leaving his. "I feel... warm," she started, her voice soft.
"Like there's a fire burning inside me, but it's not painful. It's... comforting. My skin feels sensitive, like every brush of fabric is a caress. My heart is racing, and my breath is coming in short gasps. I feel... alive. But also, I feel... empty. Like there's a void inside me, waiting to be filled. I don't understand it. I don't understand any of this."
Vorcka nodded, absorbing her words.
He had expected many things, but not this detailed, almost poetic description of her feelings. It was fascinating, and it made him want to explore this further. But first, he needed to establish some ground rules.
"Yezbit, I want you to understand. I didn't ask for this, but now that we have started down this path, you are mine. Bury that knowledge deep inside of yourself. The only one who can ever fill that void you feel is me. And if this feeling ever fades away, If you start to forget, you will come to me immediately."
"I understand." She responded.
"Yezbit, do you understand how we reached this point? Do you acknowledge that you caused me to resort to these measures and that you are responsible for everything? Do you remember? Do you have any remorse?" Vorcka asked, his voice steady.
Yezbit looked up at him, her eyes filled with a mix of confusion and acceptance. "Remorse? For what?"
"For the way you've treated me, and others. For the anger and resentment you've created. For the things you've done to get ahead, no matter the cost."
"I... I don't know," she admitted, her voice soft. "I don't remember feeling that way. It's like... it's like it never happened.
Vorcka felt frustrated. He still harbored his pent up rage. This woman had been nothing but mean to him since day one, writing him off as an interloper.
But now, she wasn't the same person. Would the programming only work if she was in this docile, sedated state? Standing nearly naked in front if him, she was gorgeous, everything he'd expected on the rare occasions he'd thought of her as a woman and not a bitch from he'll. But this wasn't how he wanted this to happen. He couldn't punishe her if she didn't even remember what she'd done. How could she apologize for something she didn't remember.
"Yezbit, it is now time to sleep." He emphasized the trigger word. It was pretty obvious what to expect from this one. He'd seen a hypnotist show in high school and knew that this would put her in a deep trance, ready, hopefully, to receive new commands. He'd have to be careful not to mess with the programming too much, but he couldn't do anything with her as she was now. Not without feeling disgusted with himself later.
Yezbit sat down, slumping back into her chair, eyes closed, breathing steady.
"Yezbit. Can you hear me, Yezbit?"
Vorcka asked, his voice barely above a whisper. He was crouching in front of her, his eyes searching hers. She was slumped in her chair, her eyes closed, her breathing slow and steady. She looked peaceful, almost serene, and Vorcka felt a pang of guilt at the sight. He hadn't expected this to be so... intimate.
"I can hear you, Master," she replied, her voice soft and distant, like she was talking from the bottom of a well.
Vorcka nodded, satisfied that the programming was still active. "Good," he said, his voice firm.
"I want you to listen to me very carefully, Yezbit. You are going to remain in this state until I tell you otherwise."
"Yes master."
Hopefully, if explored her mind while she was asleep, he could find the fire and hate, and punish the part of Yezbit that deserved punishment.
"Yezbit do you remember before the flashing lights? How you felt? How you behaved? Even what you were working on before i came in here?" Vorcka asked, trying to determine what this reprogramming had done to her.
Yezbit paused for a moment before answering. "Yes, I do, Master." She replied, her voice calm and even. "I remember feeling angry and stressed. I had just received an email from HR informing me that there had been several complaints filed against me for creating a hostile work environment. I remember feeling frustrated because I had worked so hard to get where I am and didn't understand why these women couldn't handle a bit of constructive criticism. I wanted HR to be mad at Vorcka, but no one was listening to my complaints about him. I intended to make sure he was fired, but it was falling apart. I wanted to scare him into quitting."
Vorcka cocked his head to the side. Did she not realize she was now calling that same Vorcka master? And he hadn't been at risk of being fired, she had? This was both confusing and exhilarating at the same time. If he'd done nothing, Yezbit would likely have been dealt with on her own. But now? Now he'd be able to take his own revenge on her.
"Yezbit. Do you know what commands you have been programmed with?" He asked. He had the list in his email, but he was curious what she understood about what had been done to her.
"No"
One word, but it made sense. She wasnt a computer with command prompts, but a brain with buried subconscious commands. Vorcka looked at her, mostly naked and slumped over in her chair.
"Are you still Yezbit?" He asked.
"Yes...." she hesitated, then shrugged.
Vorcka stared at her through slitted eyes and considered. It was true that she wasn't a computer, but the reprogramming had been done by a couple of computer nerds. Perhaps.
"Yezbit, you will forget everything that has happened since just before you looked at the lights. When you wake up, you will not be able to notice that you are only wearing your panties. Now reset." He said the trigger word that had made him nervous earlier, but if he was right.
Upon hearing the word "reset", it was like Yezbit had had her strings cut. Even looking closely, Vorcka couldn't tell for certain that she was breathing. After nearly 30 seconds of waiting, still nothing had happened. Had he messed up? Why hadn't those guys sent over a user's manual and not just a list of random words. At the one minute mark, Vorcka punched 911 into his phone.
"911. What's your emergency?"
"It's my boss." Vorcka said, worried that he'd killed her. "She's not breathing, she's just...."
"Ughhhhhhhhhkkkkkk... " Yezbit's eyes flew open and she drew in a long, gasping breath.
"Shit. Never mind. She's breathing now." He hung up the phone, despite the woman's voice on the other end asking for more details.
Vorcka looked to Yezbit, still sitting in the chair, but looking around her frantically. After a few deep breaths, her eyes focused on Vorcka. Instead of panic, he only saw her usual rage and disdain.
"What are you still doing here," she spat. "Were you not done trying to threaten me yet? Nothing Emika said will matter. She isn't even an employee here. As for whatever else you have, what I have on you is much worse. We can rock this boat together, but I'm not some new hire little nobody. Come Monday, you'll be the only one leaving."
Knowing the truth, Vorcka saw the panic bleeding through her rapid fire words. He suspected she thought her only hope was to get him to quit, then pin everything on him.
Yezbit saw the corners of Vorcka's mouth twist up in a slight smile, and she only grew more furious. Rising to her feet, unaware that she was completely exposed except for her panties, she opened her mouth to begin yelling at him again.
"Freeze." Vorcka said with a widening smile.
Yezbits entire body froze, eyes glazing over as if she were a computer with an overburdened processor.
Vorcka admired her body. Despite her intense focus on work, she obviously kept herself in shape as well. Walking around her outstretched finger, he stepped up beside her. He reached up and fondled her left breast. He then pinched her nipple, especially hard. Finally, he pulled his hand back and brought it arching down, slapping hard into her exposed breast. Nothing he did cause her to flinch or react in any way, but he was curious to see what happened when she woke up.
Stepping in front of her again he said "unfreeze."
Yezbit blinked, a gasp of pain escaping her lips as she looked down at her breast. She started to rub it, wincing as her fingers touched the tender flesh. "W-what the hell was that?" She demanded, glaring up at him with suspicion in her eyes.
"What was what, boss?" He said with a hint of innocence barely covering his amusement.
Yezbit continued to gingerly rub at the spot he'd slapped, still not registering that she stood exposed in front of him. "Nothing. I think something just bit me." She obviously hadn't been aware of anything happening around her while frozen, which had been the point of his little test.
Vorcka shook his head, annoyed at Jaxon and Nico. They had admitted no one had tested the software yet, so it seemed he was their guinea pig after all. He also needed to make a user's manual as he went through the list of words. Not for those two. What he'd resorted to, he couldn't deny responsibility, but those two had practically put the gun in his hand. He'd make a manual for personal use. But that meant he needed to test everything first.
Vorcka's mind drifted with the possibilities, but Yezbit's voice quickly brought him back to the moment.
"So, Vorcka, are you going to save us both the embarrassment of having to fire you and just resign right now? I'll make sure you have a decent recommendation at your next job." She sat back down, placing her fingers on the keyboard as if to start typing.
Vorcka laughed in response. "Actually, boss, I like it here. I think you are full of it. I think you tried too hard to mess with me, and someone caught on. And I think you are the one in trouble, not me." Actually, he knew that was the truth, she'd just told him as much. She just didn't remember doing it. But he was going to watch her sweat for a bit.
Yezbit narrowed her eyes. She knew he was right. But she'd never admit it. "Fine," she snapped. "Do it your way. I tried to be nice."
"Is that was that was? Being nice?" Vorcka was impressed by her ability to continue bluffing. "I thought I was the one being nice. I offered to finish everything you'd erroneously assigned me by the end of the weekend, then start over on Monday like it was day one. You could say I'd offered you a gift."
Mid scowl, Yezbit heard the trigger word gift and immediately her fingers curled, squeezing her mouse and the edge of the table. Her eyes closed and her entire body shuddered as a slight moan escaped her lips. Vorcka looked away, pretending not to notice.
After a few moments, Yezbit finally whispered at him, "get out. Vorcka," her voice gradually rose to normal pitch. "I can't deal with you right now. I have real work to do, so get out."
Earlier, in her empty, registration mode, she'd practically thrown herself at him. It had been off putting. But now? Vorcka was enjoying himself now. He would spend the weekend breaking her, acting like he didn't notice the effects his words were having on her. And finally, she would beg him to be her master. Yezbit, not a mindless imitation.
Vorcka turned slowly and left the office, smiling as he left Yezbit sitting at her desk.
Yezbit watched Vorcka leave her office. What had happened? She had been telling him off, trying to force his hand, and then suddenly, she had an orgasm right in front of him. Thankfully he didn't seem to have noticed, but why? There had been no build up, no rising arousal, just a sudden explosion of pleasure.
Yezbit didn't care for many people, and she wasn't sure that she even liked men. At 32 years of age, she'd only had a couple of relationships, and none of them had lasted long. No one had measured up to her expectations. She had thought, perhaps, with Emika. But that had never blossomed into anything more either. Besides, Emika had no shortage of attention heaped upon her, and she seemed happy with the men in her life.
So what was it about Vorcka. Why had that happened while he was speaking to her, trying to be so reasonable and level headed. It had not helped her disposition, to be made to orgasm like that in front of him. In fact, she was furious at him for seeing her in that moment, even if he'd seemed to be looking away.
Yet despite her anger, she had to admit. In her very limited experience, none of her male interactions had been any near as satisfying as those few moments had been. Even when her sorority sisters had tried teaching her about self pleasure, she'd never reached that level of.... Yezbit closed her eyes and shuddered, remembering the feeling she felt.
She had just been on her way out the door when Vorcka had entered her office, but she would be back. If he was going to be working all weekend, she'd be here as well. And she would discover why his words had such an effect on her.
It had grown chilly in her office. She'd need to speak to the janitor about that. As for tonight, she threw on her long coat and scarf, pulling them tight around her, and left her office.
Vorcka watched Yezbit leaving the office. She still seemed unaware that she wasn't wearing her clothes, but the coat was long enough that he suspected she'd make it home without more than a few strange looks.
After she was gone, he found that he couldn't focus on his work, so instead, he pulled out the list that his friends had sent him, and printed off a copy. He read through the list, writing notes next to words he'd already tried, and made guesses on some of the obvious other choices. Sleep, freeze, and even reset had been fairly self explanatory, while gift had been an unexpected pleasure. He looked at the list, reading several of the words aloud to himself as he pondered their meanings in this context.
"Mute, volume 1-10, dance, lap dance, erase, delete, restore, upgrade, lock, worship, perform, undress, cum, drunk, sober." The list continued. Some of them seemed to overlap each other, such as gift and cum. He suspected that, as tech guys and hackers, there may be redundancies, but also, there were times when subtle difference lead to success or failure. Vorcka also guessed that, with every brain being different, maybe different people would have different results, or even none at all. But what kind of result should he expect from the use of the word "bitch?"
Well, Vorcka knew Yezbit was cornered. Knowing that he had promised to come in this weekend, she would likely be here as well, trying to save her own ass.
As he prepared to leave for the evening, too, Vorcka made sure to slip into Yezbit's office for just a moment and gra. Her sky blue bra. He had never thought of himself as someone who collected souvenirs, but if he woke up tomorrow, and everything had worn off, he'd like to have at least one reminder.
As he left, he prayed that things would still be in place tomorrow. He had made Yezbit come twice tonight, but he'd been so blown away by what was happening that he hadn't thought to have her help him out until the moment had passed. He sighed to himself, walking out into the cool evening, actually looking forward to the next day for once.