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"Helena, I mean, Bazizka, has always been a bit…" Corin struggled to find the word, fighting a grimace at the reminder of the security system's horrendous first impression. "One track minded. She would kill everyone in this building at the slightest chance I was in any danger."
Cutter nodded, hands in his pockets as he looked towards the ceiling. "What a predicament! And where is she now?"
Corin shrugged, indifferent. "Mobile," he said. "Happier, I assume. One of our lead scientists built her a robot body, so now she can patrol the building as she sees fit."
"Soooo...that means your security system has been significantly downgraded?" Cutter pressed, to which Corin gave a small, somewhat ashamed nod.
They're making their way out of the break room, refreshed and energized from coffee and casual conversation. The hall is busier than ever, flooded with a share of Goddard Futuristics transfers and pre-existing Kakos Industries employees. Like a parting sea, each and every one would step aside and avert their gaze altogether the second they could detect the presence of the two higher-ups.
"I have security, plenty of it," Corin assured. "Though, with our new developments, I just know our competition is going to be even more aggressive from now on."
Corin had already received a number of vaguely threatening, mildly erotic messages from Melantha, who was subjecting her subordinates to hours of space travel research. In a week's time, she promised to have a rocket ship parked outside of her company building—bigger, better, phallic.
"You're a lucky man, Corin. The answer to our problems is all around us," Cutter cupped his hand, shouting up at the ceiling. "Oh, Hera!"
There's a subtle hum of technology that surrounds the two of them, the room beaming with a new life hidden behind the walls. From above came an irritated response, "H-how may I help you, sir?"
"Corin, this is Hera, a homegrown Goddard Futuristics state-of-the-art AI and mother program." Cutter said. "Hera, say hi. Or would ‘hello world’ be the appropriate terminology here?"
"You have n-no idea how offensive that is," Hera replied.
Cutter laughed. "Isn’t she a peach?"
"So she really is sentient," Corin said. "We’ve developed self-aware artificial intelligence before, but never anything this complex. Especially not from scratch."
"You’ll see that Dr. Pryce is exceptionally good at her job," Cutter said. "Hera can run multiple systems at once at…Well, I wouldn’t say max efficiency, but certainly enough to keep the lights on."
Corin cleared his throat. "Hera, you’ll be taking over as the Kakos Futuristics security system. Do you think you’ll be up for the task?"
"Oh, what an h-honor," Hera replied, rolling the eyes she didn’t have. "What is my job exactly? Keeping the coffee hot? Making sure the pr-printers d-don’t run out of ink? Charging your vibrators?"
"Now, now, Hera we might have to keep that attitude of yours in check if we want to keep you operational." Cutter said.
"Gag me," Hera replied, to which Cutter only laughed.
"Oh, Pryce can do that and so much more, Hera. I'm sure she's around here somewhere—"
Hera gave a nervous laugh, terror imminent in her voice. "Th-that won't be necessary, sir! Wh-what else can I d-do for you two?"
Cutter shook his head, pretending to be embarrassed. "You’ll have to excuse a few of her quirks; her people skills leave a lot to be desired."
"I’m certain I’ve dealt with worse," Corin assured. "If anything, Hera is a considerable upgrade both in functionality and personality. Though it’s probably for the best to make sure she steers clear of Dunkelwissen. I can’t deal with another one of his little science hard-ons."
"His who and what now?" Hera asked.
"It's nothing," Corin said. "I trust you've been patched in efficiently."
"It's...comfortable enough," Hera replied. "Got a lot of 'wiggle room', as you humans would put it."
"Will you be able to adjust?" Corin asked.
"Well, this place is certainly bigger than what I’m used to, but I’ve never used less processing power," Hera said. "Also, the laser guns and razor wire aren’t so bad."
"Just make sure you’re using them on the right people," Corin said. "Intruders, assassins, anyone who proves to be dangerous."
"Oh, like the man standing right next to you?" Hera scoffed. "I like to think I’m a good judge of character, Corin. But you? I have my doubts."
Before Corin could respond, Cutter escorted him down the hallways, an arm wrapped around his shoulders.
"Such a card, isn’t she?"
"That’s certainly one way to put it," Corin replied. "Oh, and you were saying something about your head of artificial intelligence. Miranda Pryce, right?"
Cutter nodded. "In fact, we’re on our way to her right now. She should be setting up her office."
By the time they get there, Pryce is already barking orders to a small group of interns. Boxes in hand overflowing with expensive looking equipment, they physically trembled at her authority despite her small stature, a certain power radiating from her form that Corin could feel even from where he stood.
Fuck, she's gorgeous—smooth skin, an angular face that contrasts with her supple hips. Her eyes, glowing with an ominous light that dilated with a low click, reminded Corin of Melantha's own cybernetic eye.
She sent the interns away with a wave of her hand, turning to face Cutter with something that wasn't quite a smile, wasn't quite a frown. "Apologies, the place is a mess," she greeted calmly, hands shoved into the pockets of her lab coat as she approached them. Her voice was oddly familiar. "So hard to find good help anywhere."
Corin extended a hand. "Pleasure to meet you, I’m—"
"Corin Deeth III, grandson of Corin Deeth I and the current CEO of Kakos Futuristics," Pryce said, shaking his hand. "I’ve done my fair share of research on you. Mr. Deeth. And I must thank you for allowing us to go through with this merger. That reserve of DarkMega was a lifesaver."
"The feeling’s mutual," Corin replied, straightening his tie. "Needless to say that shareholder confidence has doubled in the last week, and our competition is seething with envy."
"Excellent," Pryce replied. She turned to Cutter. "And as for Unit 214?"
"Getting used to her surroundings," Cutter said. "I'm sure dearest Hera is just facing some new job jitters!"
Pryce rolled her eyes. "Typical," she said. "Don't hesitate to let me know if she acts out of line. This extra bandwidth could easily inflate her ego. She hasn't proven to be a hassle to you, right, Corin?"
Pryce's eyes locked onto him, and Corin couldn't help the cold, clammy feeling it evoked. A confusing combination of excitement and fear stirred in his head.
"No, not at all," Corin said, lying, if subtly. "You two seem well acquainted. I assume you've known each other for a while."
Pryce offered a half smile, paling in comparison to Cutter's blinding grin. "Ah, Cutter and I are very well acquainted,"
"My ‘work wife’ as some people would put it," Cutter said, stepping towards Pryce and wrapping an arm around the woman’s waist. Pryce pouted but leaned into the touch, a head on Cutter's shoulder. "But I can’t help it that the two of us get along so well. I’m sure you understand, Corin."
"Of course," Corin replied, and something in the air seemed to shift, a subtle change that the three of them were well aware of.
Pryce extended a hand to Corin’s tie, her thumb caressing the expensive fabric. "I bet not a thing on you costs any less than a fortune," she said. "What is this? Italian?"
"You've got an eye for quality," Corin replied. "Straight from DarkMega Italy, all my suits are made there."
"Well," Pryce began, softly at first, before she wrapped the length of Corin’s tie around her knuckles and pulled him forward. "I’m frankly much more interested in what you’re not wearing."
Corin swallowed, meeting Pryce’s grin with his own. "You drive a hard bargain, Miss. Lead the way."
"See, I told you he would be cooperative. Didn’t I tell you?" Cutter was lying on his back on the bed in Corin's company apartment, a half-hard dick between his fingers as he watched the display before him. Surrounded by dark walls and a few professional, if homey additions, they're well within the confines of Kakos Industries yet suspended in a bubble of comfort away from the noisy activity of the main floors. Any acts of debauchery would be free from prying eyes and security cameras, not that Corin minded if they watched.
"He most certainly is," Pryce purred, a hand trailing past Corin’s shoulders and traveling upwards, fingers ruffling his hair. "I know a good specimen when I see one—" Pryce’s grip went from gentle to aggressive, fingers gripping a handful of Corin’s hair and bringing him to his knees. "—and you are meeting all my standards, Mr. Deeth."
Corin met Pryce’s gaze with a smirk, wincing in glorious pain. "Is your dirty talk always this analytical?"
"I usually talk to things without a pulse," she replied. "And if they talk back, I silence them forever."
"Oh, will this be on the test?"
Pryce gave a satisfied hum, pulling Corin by his hair to smash their lips together. Corin welcomed the roughness, a hand on her bare shoulder as their tongues met. She tastes like liquid metal and matte lipstick. He felt along her tits and smirked as she sighed into his mouth, halting him mid grope by grabbing his wrist. "There'll be plenty of time for that later,"
She released Corin from her grip, meeting Cutter on the bed and placing a quick kiss on his lips. She turned around, sitting down in Cutter's lap as she spread her legs, fingers already massaging her engorged clit. All the while, Cutter fondled her breasts, planting kisses down her neck with feverish excitement.
Pryce still managed to maintain her composure despite what must have been a rush stimulation, relishing in the sight of Corin's cock hardening as she grinded against Cutter's own stiffness.
"Due to our genetic modifications, we have both been rendered completely infertile," she explained. "So, in other words, we can ditch those pesky little condoms, the birth control—where’s the fun in that?"
"I've been taking an experimental birth control for some time, actually," Corin said. "Everyone here is well aware of my...hobbies."
Pryce chuckled, "Cute, now get over here and experience the best bodies Goddard Futuristics has to offer."
Pryce beckoned him over with a curl of her finger, and Corin immediately obliged, getting down on his knees and crawling over to plant kisses between her thighs before lavishing her wet cunt with attention. He ran his tongue down her folds, flicked her clit, sucked her labia—her pussy tastes fucking amazing. Cutter could fuck her right here and now, cum inside of her, and Corin would relish in the aftertaste as he cleaned up the mess left for him.
The fantasy alone was making his dick push against his stomach.
"Tastes good, doesn't she, Corin?" Cutter said, voice trembling with excitement. He put two fingers to his lips. "Don't be selfish. Share some with me, would you?"
Corin leaned over, pressing his lips, slick with Pryce's juices, against Cutter's. It's not just their spit that trailed behind after they pulled away, both of them now kissing and sucking along Pryce's shoulders and neck. Corin's cock was dangerously close to penetrating Pryce as he pressed himself against her. Well aware of this, she moved her hips just slightly, her pussy rubbing up against his hardness and ever so slightly grinding against his cock.
"You want to fuck me, don't you?"
"Yes," Corin breathed. "Yes, more than anything."
"And you want Mr. Cutter to watch?"
"Absolutely," Corin crawled onto the bed, Cutter placing a quick kiss to his earlobe before taking Corin's place at the edge, cock in his hand and already pumping himself.
Pryce laid back against the thick duvet, back arching as Corin entered her, her pussy taking the stretch with such ease that Corin nearly came just from the sensation. The tightness around his cock and the wet walls slick with excitement were driving him insane, and he slowly began to thrust. In and out, he could hear the sweet sounds of Pryce's wetness meshing with her moans. Behind him was Cutter pleasuring himself, breath heavy as he embraced Corin from behind.
"That's it," Cutter whispered. "Good boy, you're fucking her so good right now, Corin."
"Promise you'll cum on my back?" Corin said, hips slamming into Pryce in such a way that she squeezed her eyes shut, riding the motions being sent into her with pursed lips and muffled moans.
"Of course, Corin." Cutter whispered, speeding up the pace of his hand in time with Corin's thrusting. Corin felt a low stir in his gut, darkness clouding his vision and around Pryce's pretty visage as he began to operate on autopilot. He began fucking her even more intensely, the bed creaking with each movement. Pryce gripped Corin by the shoulders, holding him in place.
"F...fuck..." he panted. "I-I'm...."
"Don’t…don’t you dare pull out," she said. "Finish inside of me. Do it."
"Best do what she says, Corin." Cutter said. All together, they climax, Corin into the depths of Pryce's pussy as her walls clenched around him, while Cutter's cock shot ropes of cum into Corin's sweat drenched back.
The darkness long gone, Corin could enjoy the fruits of his labor, Cutter wrapping an arm around his waist and nestling into Corin's neck. "So, any thoughts about our dear new friend, Dr. Pryce?"
Pryce, still catching her breath, gave a contented sigh, admiring the way Corin's cum drooled out of her pussy as he pulled out. "He passed with flying colors."
The three of them detangle themselves from each other soon enough, the room smelling of sex and filling the air around them with a musky, defined aroma. Corin took a deep inhale as he lounged against his bed, the slightest inkling of burning taking him aback. He looked to Cutter.
"Oh, do you mind?" Cutter asked, a cigarette and lighter in hand.
"Be my guest," Corin said, nearly dozing off in a post-orgasmic haze as he lay against the pile of pillows behind his head. Cutter sat beside him, all three of them still in the buff as they took part in their own post-coital rituals.
"I keep telling him he should quit," Pryce replied. "But then…so would I."
Pryce had left the bed to study herself in the full length mirror, brilliant in the afterglow only a good fuck could give. Hair playfully tousled and sweat glistening like a freshly cut diamond, she’s absolutely radiant in the bedroom’s low lighting.
Pryce stepped away from the mirror and leaned forward, Cutter putting the end of the cigarette to her lips and letting her get an inhale. She held the smoke in her mouth for a second before turning to Corin and blowing it into his face.
The unpleasant smell aside, Corin couldn’t help but feel his flaccid cock twitch at such a display of dominance. Or maybe it was the way Pryce’s breasts swayed as she crawled on her hands and knees to reach him, sweat stained hair clinging to her heart shaped face and framing her hungry eyes.
Dear Evil, he wants to fuck both of them all over again.
"I could really go for a chai latte right about now," Cutter said, pulling himself up from the bed with a noticeable spring in his step—more than usual, that is. "Doctor? Corin? Chai latte?"
Pryce placed an ash flavored kiss on Corin before answering for both of them. "Sounds wonderful,"