Budding Office Love

Blake sat back in his office chair, absentmindedly going over his work for the third time. It seemed no matter how many times he read the same twelve lines, he just couldn’t focus enough to actually process them, his mind wandering back again and again to the previous week, when his girlfriend had left him. According to her there was something about the way he kept his room - it was never that messy, but for some reason put her off so badly she couldn't deal with it any longer, or something. He sighed, deciding on another break to pace about the office a bit - it was just too difficult to get her face out of his head. At least the men women in the other cubicles looked like they were working at first glance... a friendly nod to a coworker, and he headed off to the water cooler, quite a solid excuse to leave one's seat in this place. The new secretary sure seemed to be hard at work... even though the girl was contained in a pot, she still managed to look like she was slouching - at least he wasn't the only one slacking off.

Back when he was 8 years old, the national government had passed a law that made it possible for 'Ladypots', as they were called, to be able to seek employment in regular jobs. The general public had been hesitant to accept this change, since not everyone was convinced girls in pots were still able to function properly, but that changed when the NerveLink system was introduced, allowing these Ladypots to operate a variety of computers and machinery again.

Staring from the water cooler, he guessed the girl's age couldn't be far past 18 - but he learned with Ladypots it was particularly difficult to tell since you could only really see their faces. Her pot had been decorated with pop culture designs; she had highlights in her hair, and going by the kissing noises she kept making into her headset, it all didn't create the impression she was being very professional - that probably wasn't even a customer on the phone. Tapping a quick drink from the water cooler, he thought about the whole Ladypot deal - he had never been against them getting jobs, but what was odd was that there was such a difference in how they treated their jobs - most of the Ladypots he had seen were like this new receptionist, while the other half-

“Blake Calder, please report to me immediately for your bi-monthly work review...” the office intercom at his ear instantly disrupted his thoughts, nearly causing him to spit out his water. Shit, his review! Considering how tight the economy and job market was getting, he couldn't afford to be wandering around the office like this when he was supposed to be getting chewed out by the most hard-ass lady in the building. As if drinking in courage, he quickly finished his cup and tossed it into the bin - and that lady didn't even have an ass...

Gently pushing the door open, the office he was summoned to seemed empty - maybe he lucked out, and Ms. Moore had been called away on a more important matter? But as he was about to close the door again, his inward smile vanished as he saw a tight bun of hair move behind the monitor on the desk - and that tight bun could only belong to one lady. Blake clenched his hand, steeling himself for the conversation ahead. Even before he had been hired here, Ms. Moore had a reputation for fiercely hounding the men in her division, always barking over that damn intercom to instruct people to go back to work.

“Finally - sit down, Mr. Calder” she coldly instructed - moments later he was staring eye to eye with Ms. Moore. Maybe she still hadn't chewed out that lazy receptionist because just like her, Ms. Blake was a Ladypot as well. Ofcourse Ms. Blake's pot design was simple and efficient - a plain, gray marble hue, a small port on its side hooking her up to her computer via the NerveLink technology. The pot's sheer practical design didn't even pretend to incorporate the sort of breast-like curves like on the receptionist's model, its panels just smooth and functional. She was sternly sizing him up through her narrow glasses, then quickly glanced at the screen.

"So, Mr. Calder... it seems that your productivity has taken quite a dip this past week". She resumed staring him down, and he he gave in, glancing away for a moment. "I suppose so, ma'am". "Care to explain why?" He didn't feel like having this conversation at all, didn't feel like sharing his life's details with that annoying little squawkbox. "Just some trouble at home" he mumbled, not managing to make it sound as insignificant as he intended. "Well... that's always difficult, isn't it". She glanced back a the screen for a moment, then gave him that uncaring smile that told him a lecture was heading his way. "But Mr. Calder, trouble at home is supposed to stay at home. We can't have our employees bringing all their troubles along when we pay them to do their job here, can we?" He didn't bother to respond to her rhetorical question - she'd always find something bust his balls about, but this was just harsh. "I'll leave it at a warning this time - now go do your job Mr. Calder". He rose from the seat, mumbling some half-hearted affirmation, but silently cursed her all the way back to his cubicle.

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Ms. Blake sighed, gently stretching her neck out a bit. “Worthless...” Looking over her monitor, another name on the list stood out. Peter Newmen... she had been informed about his office antics more than enough. This guy seemed to enjoy office pranks more than actual work... a quick inspection of his personal file even revealed his productivity had dipped well below the acceptable level yet again, despite a firm warning in the last reporting period. With a quick nod, her headset slid into a more comfortable position, the gentle hum of the NerveLink connection initiating communication across the intercom. “Mr. Newmen, please report to my office at once.”

He took his time to show up,  and she stared at him in distaste as he entered, his shirt all ruffled. “Sorry Ms. Moore, I had a-“ “Sit down Mr. Newmen, I really don’t care to hear your excuses.” She gave him another good stare as he sat down as ordered. “Do you think it's okay to show up at work looking like that?” The man shrugged. “I don't know... I was a little busy this morning so-“ "I've had enough of your constant excuses, Mr. Newmen" Ms. Moore cut him off,  “if you are to work for this company you will look like a proper representative of this company, is that understood?” The man's expression changed, his eyes narrowing as he leaned forward. “You know, that kind of tone really isn't necessary.” She took a deep breath, retaining her professional calm despite her growing frown. “Apparently there is, Mr. Newmen. And I decide what tone is appropriate here, not you. If you don't like it, there's a simple alternative, yes?” she bit with a tight smile. It never took more than a threat like that to get those spineless men to back down...
 
Unfortunately for her, Peter was not one of those men. Slamming his hand onto the desk, her entire body shaking with the impact, he shot up from his seat. “Let me just tell you something, you little potted bitch. I’ve been working for this company ever since I was old enough to produce those little trinkets this place shits out...” The man towered over her now. “My dad worked for this company, and so did his father. I am not going to take this kind of shit from a little upstart like you that should have been kept in the cupboard where she belongs!” It happened too fast for her to realize what was going on, but something sent her world tumbling around as she was knocked off her desk, the NerveLink connection snapping from her pot as she tumbled down.

How dare a coward like him treat a woman like this?! But before she could speak, Peter turned away from her. "...I'm done..." Infuriated, Ms. Moore sent a torrent of curses his way as he left the office. "You bastard!! Pick me up this instant!! You know I can't do it myself!! Get back here, you spineless little shit! You're fired, you hear me?! FIRED!!" Peter sent her one last look, then just before briskly pulling the door shut, growled "I hope you rot away" under his breath.

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Blake stifled yet another yawn, rubbed his eyes and leaned back just enough to notice it was already dark outside. Startled, he glanced at the clock, cursing inwardly - what was he still doing at work at such an hour? And yet, nowadays it didn't make much difference when he left work - he just had an empty house to return to anyway. He logged off and sighed - at least getting some sleep would be a good thing.
But walking past the reception desk, he paused as he heard a faint but distinct thud resound through the empty office - maybe the cleaning staff was already making their rounds? It was too quiet for that - he knew they used machinery with a distinct sound to it. Another colleague, then?Walking through the dimly lit halls he listened intently for any further noises, and not before long he heard the thud again, now clearly coming from Ms. Moore's office. Which didn't make sense - she would've gone home long ago - but another thud confirmed there was definitely someone still in there.Gingerly opening the door to the office, he was surprised to find the room coldly illuminated by the glare of the monitor's screensaver. Another thud, closer to the ground, startled him - was he walking in on a thief or something?What he hadn't expected to find down there was Ms. Moore, her pot rolled to one side, her hair a mess and her breath raspy with labored breathing. He was frozen on the spot - she hadn't noticed him, but the situation was way too weird to think of something to say or do. "Damn Newmen," Ms. Moore suddenly grunted, "when I get up, I'll..." She tried to push herself up with her head, or at least tried to move herself around a bit, but her pot only slightly lifted from the ground, then fell back as her strength gave out. "Where the hell is everyone... I pay their bills, you'd think they'd at least come check on me..." she muttered angrily, panting from her exertion, and Blake swallowed nervously. She was definitely not in a good mood... did he really want to get involved with this?

He couldn't just leave her on the floor like this, but... "...Is someone there? Is that you, Newmen?! You better fucking pick me up this instant, or I'll sue you for assault!!" The fierceness of her words daunted him, but there was no other choice - with trembling hands, he clasped her pot - surprised to find it warm to the touch - and gingerly placed her back on the desk, then stepped back to a polite distance. Ms. Moore shook some strands of hair out of her face, before glowering at him - he knew it had been a bad idea... "So... you came to take revenge on me as well, huh? Did Newmen put you up to this?" "W-what? No miss..." He just helped her out - wasn't that proof enough of his good intentions?

"Well?..." Ms. Moore stared at him harshly, and he cleared his throat. "I-I just heard a noise-" "I'm not talking about that, stupid! Reattach my NerveLink already!" "A-ah yes, ofcourse" he stammered, fumbling with the cord until he managed to grab the plug. He swallowed again, trying to be professional about it as he pushed it back into her socket.

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"That's better... now if you'll excuse me for a moment". Her monitor showed several missed calls - and a resignation note from Peter Newmen, but he wasn't going to get away with disrespecting his superiors that easily - it was painful to realize that nobody had bothered to send someone to check on her when she failed to respond on her NerveLink.

There had even been a call from the transportation agency... since she wasn't able to travel by herself, she had hired one of the better Pot Transportation agencies, which arose as a response to the growing popularity of girls getting "potted" to allow Ladypots to travel around somewhat independently. They had called her three hours ago... had she really been on this floor for that long? She shook her head - why hadn't they bothered to check in with the office about why she hadn't been picked up?
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Surely she could handle herself from this point forward... the silence as she peered over her monitor was too uncomfortable; this was his opportunity to sneak out and avoid another tonguelashing. "...You, Mr. Calder..." Ms. Moore called just as he turned around to the door - was it too late? "Y-yes miss?" he turned back rather stiffly - he didn't understand how Ms. Moore had ended up on the floor, but it certainly hadn't left her in a good mood... this entire situation had made him way too tense. "...Can you take me home?" To his surprise, there was softness in her voice. Maybe she was just exhausted, but... "My damn driver's not coming, so I'd... appreciate if you gave me a ride" she frowned, but he could see she was struggling to request the favor. "Well? Perhaps we can forget our conversation earlier today ever happened". Did she feel she needed to bargain with him? "Ah, it's okay really... it's no problem".

"Better keep your hands away from my covers, mister..." Ms. Moore softly growled as he picked her up - it was his first time, so how was he supposed to know how to handle a Ladypot like her? As he carried her through the darkened halls, there was an awkward silence between them, interupted only by Ms. Moore greeting the cleaning crew now working in the main hall as nothing strange happened. Maybe being seen with her like this would start some office rumors... Inside the garage, he gently lowered Ms. Moore onto the passenger's seat, and after another clear frown from Ms. Moore, which were starting to get annoying, he remembered to secure her as well as he could in her seatbelt. And yet, for all her fierceness, instead of his boss, she looked more like a pouting child now, hardly able to look over the dashboard. He stared ahead just in time to miss her glare - he had enough lectures today already...

Her instructions to her house were clear; it was obvious she was used to being driven around like this, but it seemed she didn't enjoy needing his help, pouting the entire way, bouncing along to each jerk of the car. The awkward silence between them continued during the ride, and made him realize he'd never been in her presence for this long - did he even know what her first name was? "Turn here.." she nodded left to indicate the final turn, leading the car into a modest driveway in front of quite a big building - two floors, intricate fence, something a rich investor would retain or something, but it made sense for his boss to be able to afford a place like that. "Well, come on..." she huffed "...carry me inside, or did you think I was going to walk in myself?" Blake smirked, though he noticed he was blushing a bit - it had been quite a while since he last walked a lady to her door - though that usually didn't end with holding a Ladypot up to her NerveLink Lock so she could get in.
 
Stepping inside, Blake was immediately surprised at how well-furnished the place was - since Ms. Moore wouldn't be able to use most of the normal things a person would have around, he hadn't expected so many chairs, tables, cupboards... "Umm... just over here, will that be alright?" he offered carefully, setting her down onto the kitchen counter top. "That's fine - thank you" miss Moore acknowledged with a blush - perhaps she enjoyed being carried a little... just a little - but he blushed more, realizing she finally thanked him for his effort. This would be a good time to leave, a proud woman like Ms. Moore would probably prefer to be alone after what she experienced before. "Err... well, you're welcome then... I'll be on my way, so-" "You don't have to leave yet you know".

He turned around timidly, not sure of what was expected of him. "Well, I figured you just wanted me to take you home... you don't... live here by yourself, do you?" "Why would that be strange? Besides, judging from your wrinkled shirts the past week, you don't have anyone you need to hurry home to either". Ouch, that was just cruel, perhaps more so than the woman intended. "Sorry, I... yeah, I live here alone - WiFi NerveLink gives me quite a bit of freedom, but... well, I'm still alone". He recognized that feeling - that it was okay to be alone, and yet... "Well, I guess I could stay for a bit, if you don't mind, Ms. Moore". "Linda" the woman spoke, and Blake looked up in surprise, mouthing the name slightly. "...What?" "That's my name - Linda. This isn't work anymore, you don't have to be so formal" she smiled slyly - that was easy enough for her to say, she was still his boss. "W-well, I... I guess". They were both blushing momentarily, until she seemed to shake off the moment. "I hope you can cook?" He shrugged uncomfortably - sure he could prepare food well enough, but to call it cooking... "A little, yeah". Leaning towards the kitchen corner, she gave a quick nod. "The fridge is over there, why not cook us something up?"
 
Taking in the content of the fridge, Blake felt happy that despite not being too talented with the ladies, at least he took the effort to teach himself to cook many years ago. It had been suitable as a distraction from having to eat alone, but it would come in useful now. "Ah, you really do know your way around a kitchen" Ms. Moore commented from the counter top as he got to work - it felt like a review in its own right, and was making him more than a little nervous... trying to pull some old looking placemats out from underneath a pile of cookbooks, he accidentally toppled the pile, the books noisily rumbling to the floor. "A-are you alright?" he nervously looked up at Ms. Moore, who, while startled, sat at a safe distance from the culinary avalanche. "I'm fine - just... put them back where you found them please". His heart was beating - he got off easy there, normally she wouldn't be this forgiving... There didn't seem to be any damage to the books, fortunately - but he was surprised to find they weren't all cook books like he assumed. Lying opened, one book turned out to be an old year book, with several additional photographs sitting between the pages. Sliding the photographs back between the pages, just out of Ms. Moore's angle, the last photograph mesmerized him. It depicted a tall, beautiful woman, smiling warmly at the camera, laughing happily... and that woman seemed to be... Ms. Moore? He shook off his fascination, quickly closing the book before Ms. Moore could get suspicious of what was going on down there - she probably wouldn't want him to see such personal pictures...

"I hope pasta is alright with you" he commented as he carried her to the living room - he was pretty confident she was okay with it, as she hadn't given him any trouble about his ingredients as he had been prepared them, and even seemed to smile quite a bit as he presented the plate in front of her. "It's fine... thank you for going through the trouble, it's been a long time since I've had a simple spaghetti dish like this". "I hope you'll enjoy it" he smiled nervously, remembering his manners in time to wait for her to start first, but didn't realize his mistake until she deftly cleared her throat, like she tended to do at work. "Do I look like I can eat spaghetti on my own?" That tone again... no, this was more... playful, somehow. "Oh! R-right, I'm sorry" he blushed, scooting towards Linda, rolling up the spaghetti on his fork as her first bite. "You know... I like how you still treat me like I'm... well, me". "Ah, well..." he stammered; he hadn't really given it much thought, but Ms. Moore must've had plenty of bad experiences with people treating her like a freak.

Neither of them really spoke much as they ate, Blake alternating between offering her mouthfuls of the pasta and taking a bite of his own. It was so weird - earlier that day he was afraid she was going to fire him, and now they were having dinner together... And he couldn't shake that image of her from the yearbook, laughing brightly into the camera - until now, he had never really thought about what Ms. Moore looked like before she became a Ladypot, and yet... even though he didn't intend to, it felt like he breached her privacy somehow.
"Is... something wrong?" she finally smiled, letting him clean her mouth with a napkin - another mistake of his, putting down a full plate of food for a Ladypot like her... perhaps that's what she meant with how he didn't treat her differently. "No, it's just..." It didn't feel right to keep it a secret from her. "Back in the kitchen I... well, one of those books that fell was a yearbook, I think, and I saw..." He swallowed nervously; Linda was startled, and visibly blushing as she looked away. "Oh, that old thing..." she tried to dismiss the subject. "Linda, I..." he reached out, resting his fingers on the side of her pot, where perhaps her shoulder once sat many years ago. She reacted, and fearing he offended her, pulled back his hand. "Ah, it's okay," she smiled, "it's just... well, I'm not very proud of those days..." He nodded, though he didn't understand what she meant at all, and stared at his empty plate for a moment. "That was a nice dinner, Blake. You're not a bad cook". He smiled politely, taking her cue to clear off the plates, but despite her trying to change the subject, from the kitchen he could see her staring off into the distance, her eyes shimmering - thinking back to those days, perhaps...

At her request, Blake carried Linda to the coffee table further back in the living room. From up close the furniture made more sense, all somehow accounting for Linda's shape - flat-seated chairs, and the center point was the coffee table. "That picture is from my third year of college," Linda suddenly started the moment he settled into one of the chairs, still holding his boss in his hands, "times were rough for all students back then, but I didn't have a scholarship and my money was running out... since 'potting' was starting to become popular, you'd hear about girls getting offered large sums of money for their limbs and organs, lured in by the appeal of becoming a pot girl..." Her eyes seemed hazy, and a tear even rolled down her cheek; not wanting to interrupt her, he let her rest on his knee while she talked. "I didn't really care that it was getting in fashion, I just... I needed the money, I was young and... well, desperate. More than anything, I wanted to finish my studies, so... when I heard what kind of money they'd pay me, I..." "You went through with it" Blake offered, surprised by Linda's sudden openness. "I discussed it with my boyfriend, and he said he would be okay with me becoming a pot girl, so... yeah. I don't remember much after that... a dark room smelling of preservatives, such a hazy feeling from all the narcotics, and then... I vividly remember how light I felt when I woke up". She swallowed for a moment, giving him an apologetic smile as his leg trembled a bit, trying his best to ignore his leg falling asleep as he offered his sleeve for her to wipe her tears off on.

"A-anyway, things worked out for about 6 months... but I don't think my boyfriend realized what life would be like caring for a pot girl. I guess it takes a certain type, and he... well, he always had his own dreams, his own ambitions, so in the end, he got tired of me". Her brave smile was enough to melt his heart. "So we split up - looking back, I guess it was better that way, but..." It was clearly difficult for her to talk about this, and instinctively, Blake touched her cheek to show his support; though momentarily surprised, she nuzzled it with a soft smile in response. "Anyway, I was able to move in with another classmate, who was kind enough to take care of me through the rest of college - after that, I struggled to find a job... eventually, I was able to work as a nanny for a local family. This was before NerveLink, so I had to work hard... After three years, I heard about the NerveLink technology, and using my contacts from college, I managed to volunteer for the prototype project... the free model I was provided with made me feel like a true person again, but... well, people still treated me differently."

"With the NerveLink system though, I was finally able to apply for more jobs again, and eventually started at our company... you may not know this, but I started at the bottom just like yourself. When nobody treated me as an equal, I knew I had to prove myself by just working harder and harder, trying to get noticed by my bosses... I guess I started to lose myself in my work, but no matter how hard I worked, there'd always be someone higher up to look down on me... so I just kept on clawing my way upward, but... no matter what, I still end up lonely..." her voice trailed off, then in a flash of self-conscience, a deep blush bloomed on her face. "And here I am, telling my life's story to a co-worker..." she sniffled, her eyes reddened, though she was smiling again. "I'm here..." Blake mumbled in a daze, slowly taking in Linda's story. Even he had considered most potgirls to be lazy, much like that receptionist, but this woman... "Can you carry me for a bit again?" Blake nodded in response, lifted her up from his knee, but wasn't prepared for Linda leaning forward out of her pot, planting her lips on his. And those were the soft, warm, honest lips of a beautiful woman, and a kiss he was glad to respond to. As they finally broke their kiss, strands of Linda's hair elegantly covering her face. "W-where are we headed?" Blake asked; Linda answered the playful undertone in his words with a sexy smile. "Upstairs, I would think..."
Her bedroom was sparse, as could be expected - having a dresser, a simple bed and a low side table with her NerveLink module on it in an otherwise featureless room. "I hated this room... too many lonely nights, having to sleep upright with the soft bed so close, I can't even remember how the pillow feels..." she sighed, and Blake followed through, gently lowering her down onto the bed. "Ahh, it feels so soft" she smiled, and Blake couldn't help smiling back. "Now then," she giggled cutely, "since you're taking care of me tonight, perhaps you can help me undress as well?" "H-huh?" Blake scratched his head, confused for a moment - her intention was clear, but he hadn't really considered how he would go about this. Linda giggled again, shifting her blushing head on the pillow. "The covers, silly..." Blake nodded nervously, his hands tracing the texture of her pot - there had to be some simple trick to it. Linda purred softly as his fingers managed to unclasp the first cover - just how much could she feel through the pot?

He couldn't help blush as he saw her uncovered breasts; small, firm, and strangely enough, slowly pushing outward from the opening. "Ahh... those things can be so pinchy" she out-blushed him, glancing down at her breast. He shook off his fascination and unclasped the second cover, and she playfully wiggled her head, trying to jiggle her assets. "How... how do they look?" she asked sheepishly; Blake smiled at the uncertain tone in her voice, and responded by sliding his hands onto her uncovered breasts, giving them a slight squeeze as he explored their softness. "Ahh... are you trying to tease me?" she purred, and Blake grinned as he leaned down, smothering the moan escaping her lips with a soft kiss. He couldn't believe her body - he'd wondered, ofcourse, but this was... Inside the tight container, a woman's body was blossoming, evident from the moisture trailing from her lower cover Blake managed to remove by touch.

"...be gentle" she whispered softly, and Blake nodded. "I will". He traced the exposed skin around her pussy, and Linda moaned as his finger slowly dipped into her; they resumed their kiss, his ministrations spreading her pussy further. "Ohhh... don't... don't tease me..." she purred with a smile, but he didn't intend to - he was stalling for time, trying to think of how this would work. Sure, like most guys he found a few videos with pot girls having sex, but most of it looked so bizarre, so awkward and even forced at times, and in the end it didn't teach him a thing about how to make love to a woman like Linda. "What's wrong?" she finally asked, noticing his hesitation, and he blushed. "...well, I... I..." he stammered apologetically, but Linda seemed to read his mind and smiled. "I'm your boss... so as long as you just do as I tell you, you'll be fine..." she winked.
He nodded, exchanging a smile as they started kissing all over, their tongues intertwining for a moment, then, eliciting a smothered moan, his fingers found their way back into her slit, probing deeper, more vigorously. "Ahh... I... I should return the please..." she gasped with a smile as their lips parted again. Though in a haze of arousal, her intent was clear; he wasted no time turning over on his back, quickly removing his pants to reveal his already hard erection. Moving Linda onto his stomach was enough; leaning forward, she wrapped her tongue around his dick, starting a soft sucking rhythm, a cute smile curling her lips as Blake moaned loudly. It felt too incredible, and Linda seemed to sense that, pausing her amazing ministrations to let him pace himself. "...Now... lobe me..." she mumbled around his member, and he quickly lifted her off, then repositioned her. A swift glance between them, and then he made his move, slowly pushing his girth into her pussy, drawing a loud moan from Linda. "Oh... Ohh!! It's... it's so big!!" she stammered - he figured potgirls were just tighter, but no man would pass up on a compliment like that regardless. Sliding in and out of her, he found his rhythm, content to see the pleasure on Linda's face as well, her tongue lolling from the pleasure she hadn't felt for so long. "Oh, do me!! Do me harder!!" she instructed, and Blake smiled - even though the ice around her heart seemed  mostly gone, she was still his boss... and he was very glad to do as he was told. Using shorter strokes to accomodate her smaller size, he increased his tempo, closing his eyes as he felt her wet kiss on his stomach, another moan escaping his lips; Linda moaned in concert, her tight pussy squeezing around his throbbing dick. "O-oh n-no... don't... don't g-go yet..." Linda moaned, her last order uttered just in time.

"I... I want to feel it on me..." Linda explained herself, blushing deeply, and Blake nodded, leaving his dick in the care of Linda's mouth again. This was heaven... his moans quickly built and built as her sucking intensified, her objective clear this time, and with expert timing she let his dick slip out of her mouth, to be immediately rewarded by thick strands of milky cum repeatedly splashing onto her face, sliding down her pot and breasts. He lay there panting with a stupid grin on his face, and Linda giggled as she tried to shake off the excess cum a bit; he was quick to help her, apologetic for the mess he made of her face. "Think... think you're ready for more?" he blushed, and Linda's eyes widened, blushing even deeper than him. "Ah, I thought... my boyfriend, from before I became a pot, he..." Blake shook his head, trying to reassure her, and Linda quickly caught on. "Ah... well... you know I'm not done yet, boy..." He nodded - even now, she immediately went back to commanding him. Her enthusiasm hadn't waned a bit either, wrapping her lips back around his cock, sucking with enough force that she almost lifted herself off his stomach. Sensing his amused smile, she sent him a mocking glare, and he cradled her in his hands again. "Sorry, it was just..." He could feel it - she was unbelievably wet, her pussy dripping out of her pot, into his hands. "Now... fuck me..." she commanded once more, "fuck me so hard you'll break my pot!" No matter how un-ladylike that was, that hoarsely whispered instruction was more than enough to make him rock hard again. He positioned her on the pillow, now easily sliding into her with deep, swift thrusts. She squirmed, her breasts bouncing with each stroke, panting and moaning with sheer pleasure. Increasing his tempo, his mind fogged over as their moans mingled, her eyes rolling back as her tongue lolled, her pussy pulsing with incredible heat around him, and then he felt himself explode again, this time inside her quivering depths, Linda's orgasm sending waves and waves of unreasonable pleasure into him as her spasming muscles milked his dick dry.

He finally rolled onto his side, his eyes locked with Linda's in a loving stare. "...You were wonderful, Blake..." she leaned forward, kissing his cheek. Smiling tiredly, he lifted her up onto his chest again, blushing as she stared down at him, his cum still dripping out of her potted body. "You're so good to me..." she muttered with a blush, "please, lay me down... for this night, I'd like to sleep on the pillow, like a real woman". Honoring her wish, he rested her onto the pillow, gently covering her with the blanket. "Linda... you are a real woman to me... and I think you never stopped being one". "...Thank you..." she smiled, snuggling closer as well as she could, but she was as exhausted as he was, quickly dozing off, leaving him to stare out the window a bit. It was really late... did he have work tomorrow? He couldn't remember, and didn't even care.


A high-pitched scream was the first thing greeting Blake the next morning, his groggy eyes suddenly wide open as he flailed his limbs in panic, rolling straight out the bed and staring at a lady in the doorway from the floorboards. "What the devil are you screaming about, Mary" he heard Linda bark. "W-well... that... there's a... man, i-in your b-bed, and..." "So? That's none of your concern - now come pick me up, I assume breakfast is ready?" Blake scrambled up from the floor, peeking over the bed just in time to see Linda being carried out, giving him a clear wink before the lady took her out of sight.

After taking enough time to freshen up and get dressed again, Blake cautiously went down the stairs, surprised to find Linda in the living room, her hair tied back as he'd always known it, her strict glasses resting on her nose as she gazed at her laptop screen, her NerveLink blinking with activity leading into her cleaned pot. "Hungry, I take it?" she glanced up slightly; he nodded nervously - her demeanor seemed like last night never happened, and she was just his boss again today. "Well, you can stay for breakfast if you'd like" she smiled slightly, then turned back to her laptop. "Err... actually, I should head home, I didn't really get a chance to clean up properly..." he offered, though her smile comforted him somehow. "Oh? Well, that's a shame" she spoke to her laptop.

Mary walked in, again startled to see him there, but Linda was quick to send her an arresting leer. "I'll see you in the office again then, Blake" she dismissed him, and with a nod, Blake headed towards the door. "Ah, and Blake..." Linda called before he could leave, and he turned to see Linda letting her glasses slide further down her nose, giving him a very seductive smile. "You'll have to show me your home sometime soon". He blushed, but smiled widely. "Certainly, Ms.-... Linda" he nodded, and Linda smiled in confirmation, then brought her glasses back up her nose with an expert flick of her neck, and turned back to her screen.

Walking down the driveway to his car, Blake felt a lot happier about his life than he did yesterday. Perhaps working for Ms. Moore... no, Linda, wouldn't have to be so bad as he thought after all. Shifting his car into gear, he started his drive home, suddenly realizing that he'd have a lot of work before him getting his place into a presentable state...