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"Arousal Detected. Does my favorite little helper want to tell me something?"
J's breath hitched as she heard her boss' voice speak up, hands shaking as she pressed her thighs together. She hiccupped again, rubbing her screen.
"It is okay." Cyn remarked cheekily. "I can help with that."
"I-I'm okay boss, really, I-"
"I insist."
Well, theres no arguing with that. J nodded. Her cock was throbbing just beneath her skirt as she hiccupped again.
"..B-by all means." she agreed.
The phone line stuttered for just a moment before Cyn began.
"Do not touch any part of yourself unless I say so." she directly ordered. J's hands stilled.
"Run your hand up your thigh."
J did as she was told, shuddering gently into the receiver.
"Rest your hand on your abdomen. Provide the deets again. In detail."
J almost felt like she was being taken care of in a sick.. Kind of pathetic drunk way.
"...We're.. hic.. Exceeding all benchmarks.. And we've met all provided quotas, our body count is reaching the thousands." She choked out, rubbing her own hip.
"Squeeze your thigh."
"nnghh.." she whined into her hoodie, visor starting to blush as she explained. "..we're ahead of the game, boss. Everything is going as expected."
"Good girl." Cyn unexpectedly praised.
J throbbed harder at that, feeling precum bead at her tip. "H-Holy fuck.."
"And when is your expected deadline?" Cyn ignored her whines.
"..Like.. Maybe a month and a half, if everything goes.. According to plan, boss."
"That is a very good girl."
J clutched the edge of her skirt, pressing her head into the desk.
"Are you ready to touch yourself now?"
"Please.please.please.pleasepleaseplease." J slurred into the phone, gently rocking her hips on the edge of her seat.
"I think you've earned it. And don't hang up."
J wasted no time hiking her skirt up and rubbing at her bulge, the friction clawing at her very being. ROBOGOD THAT FELT SO MUCH BETTER AFTER WAITING.
J dropped her head back against the desk, releasing her cock and coating her hand in saliva to start stroking. "H-Holy fucking- nnghh-" she groaned the sound of her stroking reaching across the phone line.
"What do we say?"
"T-Thanks..boss.." J struggled to speak over slurred hiccups and moans, too focused on her quickly speeding hand to speak normally. "F-For letting me- n-nnhhahhhghh fuck..." she panted.
"For letting you what? Use your words."
"F-for letting me get off.." she replied breathily.
"And don't forget it." Cyn added.
"coming, boss-..F-Fuck, i'm coming." J only took a few more seconds of stroking before loads were hitting the drawers of her desk, spilling down and painting a white streak onto the wood. J's tail wagged at the post-coital afterglow that blessed her whole being. She felt light, before feeling heavy and tired. "mmmnngghh..."
Loads of her code continued to splatter until she was left dribbling, her length softening the longer she laid there.
"...Ill...uhm..s-see you in a couple of days, boss.." J grunted, hips stuttering.
"Noted. I will see you, too, J. Bright smile!"
J fumbled to get the phone back on it's mount, sighing a deep, now relaxed breath as she laid there.
"..God i'm pathetic.."