David followed Goldie's lead to the office. The cute little blonde girl was short and busty, clearly designed as a more cute and harmless sort compared to Krystal's impressive and borderline impossible physique. She also talked up a storm, praising how well Krystal did against the thugs. She was acting as if her being molested by them wasn't even an inconvenience. Hell, from how she treated it, he wondered if that was like her morning coffee.
Goldie approached one of the seemingly identical buildings of countless floors and windows. This one, at least, had a glitzy sign in front: "Cash Corp" in big gold letters that glitters at random, and the S was a big dollar sign.
"See you at your desk. Don't forget, we got the new database going today, so you can update your employee profile. Later, boss!" Goldie chimed. As they entered the fairly small office full of cubicles and a dozing security guard, one of the desks blinked at David. The other cubes were all full except for his, making it easy to see where he was supposed to sit among the cubemates. They worked intently on whatever it was, but a casual glance could see that there were really only about 2 or 3 individual coworkers. The rest were basically photocopies of the others, maybe given the token effort of a different skin tone.
Connie was already typing away at her computer, something that David assumed if he looked would just be gibberish. He wasn’t even sure what he was supposed to be doing on his own computer. He sat down, finding a lazily bouncing screensaver of a topless model. No, wait. That was Krystal.
He hit a few keys to wake up the dated computer and a simple row of text popped up.
“Welcome to your new profile! We care about our drones here at Cash Corp, so let’s learn a little more about you! Is this information up to date?”
There came another row of numbers that David quickly recognized as his stats, and a few points on top to distribute. He must have leveled up from all that bullcrap on the way here!
Krystal Kaverne: Lvl 2 Employee.
Luck: 3, Charm: 4, IQ: 1, Power: 4, Speed: 2, Weapons: 1
“Shows how crazy a game gets when it lists Luck first on your stat block,” David sighed before looking over his options. It wasn’t super clear what they did, but he figured they were based on his character model since he didn’t remember assigning them when he made Krystal. “So all looks and brawn, really. Guess she can’t run with heels on, at least not without slapping myself in the face.” He looked down and gave his breasts a light and playful slap, letting them jiggle and counting off a good five seconds before the bad girls stopped jiggling.
“Well I don’t use weapons much… I could see her with a whip or something, but feels kinda specific. Luck ain’t bad as it is, and she seemed plenty strong against the thugs, apart from the boss.” David shrugged and dumped a point into Speed and Charm. With a last minute of consideration, he put one into intelligence. Maybe it had its uses.
“Mmm. Decisive. Like some brains with our beauty, do we?”
David looked over his shoulder to see who had spoken, just to realize his lips had moved without his noticing. He touched his pouty lips with a gasp. “Oh shit… is that what IQ meant?”
He was shocked, but his body gave a husky giggle like the one he'd practiced in the mirror. "Sharp one. At least the one that's playing with me knows what he's doing," Krystal's voice teased. He felt the big black lips brushing against his fingers and he felt a chill go through him.
"Is everyone hearing this?" he asked quietly.
"Of course not," Krystal replied. "You're just talking with yourself. And playing with yourself, apparently." While David was busy figuring out what all of this meant, one of his hands ran over his breasts in a casual caressing motion. It felt outstanding to touch himself like that in public, and Krystal was right; no one seemed to notice or care. They were glued to their desks, as if they didn't have animations to stand up; just blink and type. Very big on social commentary, that Hot Cats...
"So... what do you do here?" David pried. Maybe upping her IQ gave her sort of a helper program, or an Easy mode in terms of dropping tips.
His body rippled and jugs jiggled with a chuckle. "I sit here and look pretty," he explained simply. It was starting to blur a bit where she ended and he began, or if the line even existed. He smiled when her thoughts and voice laughed, and he felt arousal from her touch. There had been some instincts in him to begin with that matched hers, so maybe it was just unearthing urges of his own.
"Gets pretty dull here, huh?" David pried. He wondered if the game would let him skip this part. He definitely didn't get a video game that was a job simulator.
"You make your own fun, hon." Krystal's hands ran lazily down her thighs and sent another exciting tingle up David's new body. "There's never a dull moment in New Pork if you're trying hard enough. Watch this..."
David felt something like a tug in the back of his mind. His muscles tensed in his legs, but he didn't move. It was like he was ready to do something. The slight fuzziness in his head from the arousal grew stronger, and while he felt like he could resist it... he was curious. He let his mental grasp loosen, and Krystal seemed to take over. It was like an idle animation, he determined. He wasn't out of control, but he was sitting still without hitting any buttons. Even older games had the characters blink, tap their foot, look at the screen, make faces, scratch themselves or the like, but Krystal was a bit more dynamic than that.
She pushed away from her desk, meeting the eyes of one of the employees. She gestured at him with an inviting crook of her finger, which finally seemed to get the photocopy of a man to look up and push away from his desk. David let Krystal lead the way as she walked into the women's bathroom, and a moment later, the man followed her in.
Krystal locked the door as she glanced at the mirror in the corner of her eye. "What would you want me to do with you?" she asked softly, and David realized she was addressing him again... or talking to herself. The NPC definitely didn't answer; he probably didn't even have a name to speak of. He was a forgettable stranger, and given the level of lazy tech behind this game, he may never see him again.
"You deserved to get fucked hard," David said aloud.
"Wow, thanks," muttered the clearly excited but overwhelmed employee.
"Nobody walk talking to you," Krystal stopped him with a stern tone of voice. She winked at the mirror (and through it, both herself and David) as she firmly shoved his chest, forcing him to sit back on the toilet.
"Pants off, little man," David let his lips purr as the desk drone hurried to drop his pants around his ankles. The confidence alone in the words and tone coming out of him so instinctually. Krystal knew what she wanted. She was an experienced woman. She knew what she liked and took it when she wanted. What other would "slutshame" her for, he was just attracted to that much more.
Krystal ran her fingers along her random partner's legs before she seized his shaft. David had retreated enough into Krystal's instincts that it was more like watching porn than fucking a strange at this point. His hands gave long, precise strokes, using experience he'd never had that soon had the man a wordless, moaning mess.
"Stay just like that. And watch close, baby," Krystal cooed. Again, David realized it was her habit of prodding at the 4th wall as she turned around and faced the mirror again. Krystal locked eyes with David as she reached between her thighs, pulling the crotch of her outfit away to bare the now familiar-looking pussy and easing it down on top of the stranger's erection.
It was a new sensation to say the least. His loose, mature folds swallowed it up and the same sensual instincts that guided him through his prior sexual experiences drove him to ride it in a combination of strong thighs and pumping hips. His own lusty moans bouncing off the tiles and walls excited him, and the sight of Krystal riding a stranger in a reverse cowgirl position in a public bathroom was nothing to ignore. So this was what all the fuss was about.
His hips found their own pace, even if the man beneath him wasn't doing much to pull his weight. Krystal was the sort to take charge, obviously. No wonder she was allowed to basically do as she pleased (besides being a playable character, that is).
"Come on, baby," he purred. "You can do it harder than that." He certainly wasn't talking to the stranger, but himself. He was his own live performance; his own pet slave that he lived inside. Her pleasure was his, and right now, his blooming clit was taking the pumping head of his guy like a champ. His hips obeyed and ground harder on him, and the haze of any mental barriers thinned further as the raw, hungry wave of sexual pleasure washed over Krystal and David alike.
His hands had started roaming over his body as some point, and even with his back to his partner, he pulled down on the top and let his enormous tits spill out of the latex. They bounced wildly from the short drop, and they kept bouncing as he rode up and down, only slowing when he was balls deep inside so that he could grind the wet tip of his shaft against his bulging clit. He pinched into his thick hard nipples and arched his back, twisting and pulling so passionately that he wondered if they might fall off.
He gasped as he felt the thick current of Employee #3 cumming inside him. He tensed and saw stars for a moment, which were replaced by a few more pop-up messages.
"You earned an achievement: Exhibitionist!"
"You earned an achievement: When You Gotta Go..."
"Lust decreased by 25."
"+10 Maximum Health."
"Ohhh, that's the good stuff!" he wailed through Krystal's voice in his lusty haze. His red health meter grew a bit longer, and a yellow bar appeared to shrink to significantly smaller. Those were sort of sidenotes to the orgasm that exploded out of him, even bigger and more pleasantly shocking than the one he'd had in front of the mirror at home. He felt the mixed cum run down his thighs, both his own and his partner's.
When his legs stopped shaking a moment later, Krystal stood back up and snapped the tight crotch of her outfit back into place, casually tugging at the edges and adjusting her hair as she inspected herself in the mirror.
"Well that was easy," David muttered in his voice, cracked ever so slightly by the fresh orgasm still tingling his nerves.
"It's a good way to grind. Pun intended." Krystal's black smirked at the mirror and eyed the man behind him. "And when the Lust Meter gets too high, it can do some crazy things to your gameplay. Nobody controls THIS girl when she's that horny." David turned and smacked his ass to proudly watch it jiggle. Another text box appeared in the corner of his eye.
"Your character will have randomized kinks, preferred partners, and favorite foods. Experiment and see what works best for both you and Krystal."
David looked at the window for a moment. Maybe he was seeing things. It looked like it said "both you and Krystal" before it just became "you." He blinked a few times to make sure his eyes weren't just blurry from the sex. Of course they were one and the same now. With the Lust down, she was just a quiet, guiding voice to him, and melded much more subtly into his thoughts and experience.
She looked up at the clock on the wall. A lot of time went by, but not enough to go home just yet. "Okay, tiger," his sultry voice cooed as she turned back to the dazed man on the toilet (birdies twirling over his head and everything). "Bonus round."
He went to his knees, spreading his thick thighs and rubbing his pussy while he took the cock into his mouth, tasting his feminine juices all over it. He groaned as the taste of Krystal's pussy overpowered the musky flavor of his cock, and the groans just turned him on even more.
