Copyright (C) by newmark42, May 2010
I didn't have to consider the job offer at Telemesh long. I was on an endorphin high from my interlude with Operator Susan and this amazing application of technology, of my technology. What I had concieved of as a runtime adaptive adjustment device was being ganged together and used to enable balance and fluid motion in telepresence controlled lifelike machines. In a flash I had left my previous job, bought a new house, moved my belongings, and set to work on solutions to some of Telemesh's more tricky problem. Three weeks later I had only been on the job for a week, but Susan's Operator ID card was still burning a hole in my pocket. I had tried to strike up water-cooler conversations to find out how common his kind of synthetic demonstration was, but if people were enjoying the technology they were tight lipped about it. At the end of my first week, Steve, who had so graciously hosted me and brought me to Telemesh dropped by. "Kenneth! Just stopping by to see how our new star employee is settling in." I entertained him with chit-chat about my first week, and some of the control and balance problems I was helping to solve. "Excellent. Excellent. Well, I must be going. Please don't work yourself like a slave. It's Friday. Go enjoy your weekend. If there is anything you need, please let us know. This is your new home." With the same energy and enthusiasm he had arrived, he bounded off in another direction, striking up a conversation with another coworker before he was even out of earshot.
Steve was right, there would be plenty of time for burning the midnight oil later. I stood up from my desk and head to a meeting area nearby, where I exchanged pleasantries with coworkers as they left for the weekend. As I reached my car, I felt Susan's Operator ID card burning a hole in my pocket and my mind. I couldn't take a step without thinking about it. What did I have to lose. I retreated from my car and headed for the telepresence area. I wasn't the only one wandering about. One of the many elements of my Telemesh employee orientation was a full explanation of the 24/7 nature of the telepresence test and training area. Operators were being hired and trained all over the globe, at all hours of the day, on all manner of jobs, and this facility supported them all. I was greeted pleasantly and without question as I walked towards the corridors I had visited some number of weeks ago.
Peeking through the windows into the training rooms still held a fascination for me, as it was still so new. This time I glanced at some other professions. Hotel concierge. Restaurant maitre'd. Hospital desk clerk. The possibilities truly were limitless. Before long I was again drifting down the doors with smoked black windows. I started to notice details I hadn't seen before. Each door was accompanied by a small plaque with the name and picture of the unit inside, along with some stats and an LCD display with the current operator ID. Some of the LCD panels were a set of three dashes, which I took to mean 'not in use'. A chill ran through my spine as I realized more than a few of the rooms contained the face of the R25 model I had interacted when I met Susan. As I walked the halls, I only saw a handful of female and a handful of male model numbers, so I guessed the faces of the test models were rather limited.
I did my best to find my way back to where I was before, but it was a grid of all too similar doors and corridors. After walking a bit further I noticed a difference in the nameplates. These were labeled full autonomy prototype. I saw no R25 label, so I decided to peek in on one of the others. I was careful to pick one that was not in use, R28 this time, triple dashes across the LCD nameplate. This room was decidedly different than before. Instead of a stark white room with a couch, this room was nicely decorated with a bookshelf, two couches, end tables, artwork. It was almost a den or study of sorts. I could see the unit dormant on one of the couches, it's tether cord leading away along the floor. It had jet-black hair, and was obviously one of the oversize autonomous units. It was clad in a tight fitting black dress, but was folded in on itself too much to tell more. It head was tucked down into arms crossed over its knees. The way its long legs forced the knees up high made the normal sized couch look dainty. I was halfway to the unit when it came alive and started to move.
"Hello, operator Nicole available for you. Two hundred dot five hours." She paused to look towards me. "Welcome Kenneth, may I pour you a drink?" She came to life, and after removing the tether from her hip, it retracted back into the floorboard. "Your preferred scotch on the rocks perhaps?"
"Yes, actually that would be nice. How did you know?" She stood, making her over 7-foot height apparent as she prepared the drink at the bar and returned to set it within convenient reach of the couch. It was now apparent that the sleek black dress had a modern and sexy flair, showing skin tones through mesh lace patches. It was a halter with a deep yet classy V cut mesh section down the center that almost reached her belly button. The dress hugged the small curve of her chest so tightly it looked glued in place. It probably was. She resumed her seat before patting next to her on the couch.
"Just another mystery behind the curtain. Please come sit." Her skin was olive, and her features were dark, from her straight and shiny black hair to her sharp eyebrows. In every way that R25 was bright and inviting, her look was dark and sultry. Her overall appearance was very thin and slender, exaggerated by her unnatural height. As I sat next to her, she playfully slipped her arm around behind me and snuggled up to me. Her actions were familiar, inviting, and created a dissonance with her formal appearance. "Tell me about your week." I sipped at my drink and relaxed as I spoke without restraint about the last few weeks, my move, and settling into my new job. For a moment I had a window into what draws people to professional counselling. A time where one can say anything, without judgement or interruption. Though I doubt many counselors would flirtatiously run their fingers through the back of your hair or strategically place their hand on your thigh while you unload your thoughts. Staring steeply up into her eyes, I let my head tilt back far against the couch. I found her tireless gaze and nods of understanding mesmerizing. She uttered a few generic yet effective words of complement and encouragement along the way.
My pauses must have signaled the end of my thoughts. "Perhaps I can take your mind off worldly concerns, or at least offer some relaxation. Let's loosen you up a little." She unbuttoned the top of my shirt, and a moment later was bent over kissing my neck and slowly gesturing her hand up my leg. She untucked my shirt and slipped her hand against and around me before breaking free of her kissing. Straightening back up, she slid herself closer to me, pulling my head to rest against her chest. I could feel her simulated breathing. "Is there anything specific I can offer you? If not, I am happy to use my discretion." As she finished unbuttoning my shirt, I was reminded of the reason I had come wandering here in the first place.
Her hand caressing my bare chest was almost enough to make me forget, but I reached into my pocket and pulled out Susan's operator ID card to show it to her. "I came here looking for Susan." She immediately frowned and straightened up.
"Of course Kenneth, as you wish. Please hold a moment." There was a hint of displeasure in her voice, and the unit sat back away from me and became lifeless. Several minutes later I began to wonder if it was going to reanimate at all.
"Operator Susan as requested. Two Sigma dot four hundred hours. My apologies for the delay." She looked around for a moment as if taking stock of the situation. "Kenneth, hello. I was wondering if I'd see you again. Thank you for requesting me." I explained to her that I had just completed my first week of work, though I kept my explanation short having already been through the details with Nicole. "It has been requested that I explain one of our standard operating procedures to you Kenneth. It is customary to request an operator change only on session initiation or if an operator is somehow unsatisfactory. Each of our operators needs practice, so employees are encouraged to use these testing rooms as practice for new operators. I'm Two Sigma, or over two thousand hours total operator time, with four hundred hours on this model. Nicole is only two hundred hours total and only five on this model, so she needs the time much more than I do. You are not expected to know this on only your second session, do not worry. However, it would be polite to request her in the future and allow her some practice time as an apology. Here is her operator card." She handed me another white business card with Nicole's 2d barcode on it, which I faithfully slipped into my pocket.
"With that formality out of the way." She tugged at the open front of my shirt. "Looks like someone was already getting comfortable." She stood, taking my glass with her to the bar to refill it. "I see you opted for our raven goddess model. What do you think of her so far?" She caught a view of herself in a nearby mirror. "Elegant and slim, runway model. I wouldn't her for your type." Making her way back over to me, she knelt on the floor in front of me and produced the fresh scotch. "Though perhaps we can do something about that." Once her hands were free she slid in close. Oriented sideways now, she lifted my leg across her lap, and slowly unlaced my shoe. "I believe you were interested in a not-so-mildly sensual massage. Shall your parameters remain the same as our last session?" I nodded and provided her a verbal confirmation. "Would you like to make them your default parameters for future sessions without confirmation?" Again I nodded and provided her a verbal confirmation. "Excellent. Nudity, sensual contact, climax, body profile Q4C3E3. Confirmed."
"Q4C3E3?" She had my shoe and sock free, and both hands were at work massaging my foot. She didn't respond at first, as she ran her hands up both side of my leg. One palm was flat against my inner thigh, and I spread my legs as not to interfere as she ran her fingers right up into my crotch. She palmed fully across my manhood, immediately stiffening it. She stared up at me as she gently rubbed my crotch.
"Yes, body profile. Q4 is a height, hip, shoulder and waist ratio. C3 is the social bustline, while E3 is the sensal bustline. I am currently in a P2A2 body configuration, but I can adjust it to your default if you wish." She was still lightly massaging my crotch, now with both hands. "Kenneth?"
I caught my tongue amid the sensations. "No no. You are quite attractive. And E3? I'm not sure." I shuddered a little as her fingers slipped into the top of my pants and dragged bare against me for a moment before retreating. "I mean, default body profile? Maybe that's too extreme."
"I see. It is only your second session. For some that's too early to settle on your preferences. After all, I don't know how this dress is staying on, and I doubt it will accommodate much, at least not in one piece." She looked away for a moment. "I've recorded it as vaQ4C3E3. That's a variable guideline profile encouraging operators to experiment. You can change it at any time. As for extreme, allow me to remind you all sessions are confidential, designed for your preferences exclusively. When you consider the extremity of a seven foot six inch tall telematronic synthetic presence unit, the minor details are, well, minor in comparison. Is this acceptable?" Her hands were still massaging my crotch, and it was slightly hard to process the logic of the conversation as she was distracting me so thoroughly.
"Yes... yes.." The tone of my response was laced heavily with my arousal.
She put on a smirk of satisfaction as she continued lightly massaging the crotch of my pants. "I take it this is acceptable as well? More than mildly sensual?" I nodded as she continued. "Good." She looked down at herself. "This dress does show off my slender figure doesn't it? Let's keep me thin. Still, I think it will handle something a little more sexy, don't you think?" A rhetorical question. Her chest swelled slightly until a bare curve of her breast crept into the center plunge of her dress. The look wasn't busty by any means. Still, something about the way the dress impossibly clung to her, despite a sliver of each breast exposed from top to bottom, was undeniably sexy. Her hands wrapped around my opposite leg and tucked tight into my crotch. "Let's start there." She squeezed and kneaded the muscles in my thigh, working her way down. Eventually pulling my shoe and sock free, she caressed and massaged my foot into a state of relaxation. When finished, the re-emptied glass tumbler was pulled from my hand. "Another?" I nodded back to her, already at the bar and refilling my drink. The lighting dimmed and some new age sounding music started and slowly ramped up in volume.
Her entire posture had changed. As she leaned in to hand me my drink, she stood with her legs slightly spread, stretching the fabric of the tight dress. Her legs were amazingly long, placing her waist at eye level. I gazed a bit starry eyed at her as she placed her hands on her hips. "Here, let me show you another sexy side of me." She approached and turned around. With her pose facing away from me, the dress was painted on every inch of her dainty tight butt. I sat up to run my hands up the outsides of both legs and up over the dress fabric. She took my hands in hers and bent over at the waist. Dragging my hands first down to her knees, and then back up. She manipulated my fingers to hook the bottom of her dress, and we both conspired to inch it upwards. Neatly folding the fabric, she revealed the bare skin of her ass, with only a black string thong remaining. The bottom of her dress out of the way, she began to bend and gyrate her body to show it off. I rubbed and squeezed her bare bottom as she moved. Inching her way back towards me, I stayed put for her to smear her ass up and down my face and chest.
A few moments later, she sat back into my lap, pressing her ass against my erection. My view was filled with the back of her black dress, also laced with mesh cutouts showing her bare skin, her hair dancing across her back. I brought my hands to her waist. She was impossibly slender. As she had put it, 'runway model'. Even with her oversize more-than-seven-feet-tall frame, her waist felt narrower than mine, if only slightly. She had almost no hips, and my hands gently cupped the sides of her butt as she continue to grind into my lap. She wasn't light in my lap by any means, but the sensations were worth the weight. First I explored her narrow thighs, then up her tummy, covered by extra folds of the dress fabric. My palms spread across and pressed against each of her breasts, my fingers felt a soft curve of bare skin. A moment later she slowed her motions. Her hair rustled against her back as she turned her head sideways to address me. "You seem to be enjoying these tight titties. How about a little more to handle?" I could feel her breasts expand in my hands. From feel I judged about a third of each breast now extended bare beyond the dress fabric, which still unnaturally adhered to her body. "Better? Ohh careful not to rub too much, this dress is delicate." She took one of my hands away from her bustline and sqeezed. My fingers felt pleasantly crushed, the tension drained out of them. Inching her way down my arm, she stopped just past my elbow, switching to my opposite hand. Repeating the process, her fingers applied such firm pressure I wondered if I would have bruises from the process.
She rose, turning around to kneel facing me. She straddled one of my legs, the exposed front of her thong plainly visible above my knee. She continued massaging one arm where her reach had previously failed, up my bicep and through the shoulder. The exposed curves of her bustine turned her previously elegant dress into something extremely sexy. The inside third of each breast was exposed, and they held an impossibly firm shape given they must have exceeded a C cup by now. After she had turned both my arms to jelly, she crawled up and knelt in my lap to work on my shoulders. She gestured my forehead to rest against her sternum, forcing my my eyes to see nothing but the bare curve of her breasts. She worked the muscles of my neck and back thoroughly. "How are we doing down there?"
"Very relaxed and enjoying the view." Her fingers pressed up around my head and through my hair.
"Peeking down my dress are we? Let me get that out of the way for you." Her dress pulled up in front of me, brushing against my face a little as she pulled it free. I could hear the adhesive that had kept it in place coming lose. Her tummy was exceptionally smooth. I was drawn to run my fingers down it. I could feel a slight ridge of abdominal muscles, knowing she probably had no such human anatomy beneath. "Does my tummy turn you on? I can be smooth like a pampered woman who never lifts a finger, fit from working at the gym, or cut like a fitness model. Do you like muscle definition?" The ridge I could feel under my fingers became visible as her tummy turned slight tighter and toned. My heartbeat quickened a little as a I smoothly ran my hand across the new landscape. When I felt her hand touch my head and heard her giggle I realized I hadn't even processed her words. "Don't worry, I'll take good care of you. Just keep right on enjoying the scenery." Her abdomen tightened up much further, the muscles accentuating like a fitness model. I placed both my palms against her and slid them up and down, feeling the firm ridges of muscle definition.
"I think I also need a little definition somewhere else." Back up in front of my face, her hands cupped against her chest. "They look good in that tight little dress, but they arn't much to play with. If I'm going to make you hot rubbing them all over your body," her hands rubbed around in small circles, "I'm going to need a little more to work with. You don't mind do you?" As she first pressed them together, they were just big enough to create a line of cleavage. Then they started to swell. "Better than any real woman. I can become your fantasy right before your eyes." The line of cleavage expanded between them. They were becoming large now, at least DD. "Big enough for me to rub them all over you yet?" The view was incredibly arousing. I didn't want her to stop, so I shook my head no. She giggled at me. "And you were worried about that default body profile. I'd like to play with you in one of our special models." I almost mumbled out a query about what she meant by special models when she pulled my face between breasts. I felt them expand around me for a few more seconds as she rubbed herself side to side against my face. "For now that will just have to be enough."
She resumed massaging my head and neck. I enjoyed her rubbing and tossing my hair about, but I wanted to get a good look at her expanded figure. "Sit back." I got my wish as she pushed me against the couch. Her breasts naturally fell together and loomed in front of my face. They also jutted wide around her comparatively tiny figure. I didn't have long to look before she leaned towards me again, smashing her breasts into my face as she reached her hands down behind my back. Pressuring lines up and down the sides of my spine as she seemed to make every attempt to effectively smash her breasts into my face from above. I loved every minute of it. Her fingers pressed hard into a spot in my middle back. "It's so tight right there, feel that?" I did my best to nod. She pulled up hard on my back, forcing my head back and into her titflesh in the process. "This is going to really losen you up." I couldn't help but open my mouth to suck on her breast and pull her nipple into my mouth. "And that's going to stiffen you up," her look of determination switched to a devious smile. "Mmm yes. Now for the other side." She pressed hard into me before shifting to focus on the other side of my back. "Ohh, and you can work on my other tit." She tossed her hair and shifted her body to place her other breast against my face. "Mmm. What do you think? You like?" My best sucking and licking was the only response I could muster. "Ahh .. yes. Right there." Her hands came to rest on the back of the couch as she dragged her breasts up and down across my face.
A moment later she was crawling backwards and sliding down my bare chest. "Let's see if that other tension is ready to be released." She smashed her breasts into my lap. Her hands dug under my seat and began to kneed my butt cheeks. "You're really tight, and hard down here. I think it's time for us to take care of that." The massage was shifting my hips around, as she simultaneously dragged herself against me. I reached my hands down to caress and squeeze her breasts. She continued her motions as she looked up at me. "I think you like my big .. huge .. breasts. I think it's time for these pants to come off." Her hands pulled free and unfastened my pants. As her fingers pulled my clothing out of the way, her bare titflesh pressed down onto me. I felt her hand rest still against me. "Are you ready for me to work this tension out?" I nodded to her, mouthing the word, yes. "Let's see if he likes it between my big huge breasts." Her fingers manipulated me up into her cleavage. I squeezed her tits around me as she dragged her body fowards and backwards. "I'm sure you've heard the story of goldilox and the three bears. The first bed she tried was much too soft." Her breasts became squishy and pillowy, sinking further into my lap, my hands squshing into them. "Do you think that's too soft?" I nodded my head. "The next bed she tried was much too hard." Her breasts became impossibly firm, almost basketball like. My cock was pushed away as they came together. I ran my fingers around the taught almost spherical surface with a fascination. "Do you think that's too hard?" I nodded, much too hard. "The next bed she tried was just right." Her breasts returned to their original state, and her hand slipped me back up between them. "Is that just right?" I nodded as her back and forth motions dragged against my cock. "The story didn't tell you what happened next. She started bouncing up and down on the bed. Up and down. Do you want to bounce up and down on the bed? I'm sure you do." Her hands slipped around mine on the sides of her breasts. She started slowly, sliding them up and down on my cock. "Bouncing up and down. up and down. Do you think she should stop bouncing on the bed?" I shook my head. no no no. "Neither did she. She kept going. I bet you like watching them bounce. Up and down. She was having fun wasn't she?" Her motions were smooth and rhythmic, and accelerating. I think I said something in response, I don't really remember. I was losing my posture as I got closer and closer to climax. "I'm going to keep bouncing right until the end. Do you know what happened in the end?" My head was already shaking back and forth. I had braced my hands down on the couch for balance, so she alone was responsible for the rhythmic pumping of her breasts up and down on my cock. "Up and down." I climaxed. "At the end, she realized she had made a big mess of the bed!" She smiled wickedly at me. Whatever mess I had made was contained somewhere deep in her massive cleavage. She sat still for a moment before freeing herself, producing a towel, and wiping me clean. "How sensual did you find that massage? More than mildly sensual?"
"Very Sensual."