Moist Drippings Ch. 09

Note:

Chapter 8 has been returned as not acceptable because of some of its content. I have decided that rather than editing it to meet Literotica's guidelines, I will just omit it. If you have been following this saga (first of all I thank you), wondering when the 'sci-fi' elements would kick off, I regret to inform you that chapter 8 would have answered a lot of those criticisms. Chapter 8 also serves as a dramatic climax to what I would consider the first of a two part story. To take away the dramatic elements just to make the contents more palatable felt like a disservice to the story.

As it is, I will summarize that Ass Fucker is dead after attempting to assault Brandi. The Units being created by the production floor are attached to the back of the neck of our heroes. These MD units create a symbiotic relationship with the host. Lastly, building security informs them that no police will be coming.

Chapter 9:

Monday morning came to the dorms quickly. Anticipation got me out of bed before Brandi and Holly.

The Dr. and Nurse Sunny were in so I did my blood test, I experienced some dizziness from the halo but was able to remain conscious this time. Dr. Hadley reported that my readings were still atypical but that the MD unit permanently affixed to my body was working properly.

I left the little clinic and went to the production floor.

Even at the early hour, there were people working on the production floor. If they cared about production numbers mine must've been stellar. Honestly, I didn't know if anyone cared about anything anymore. The world outside of this building had ceased to exist for all of us.

The women met me on the floor. Brandi with her bandaged paws. I told her how hot the scar on her face was going to be, she smiled and agreed it would be cool.

They waited with me at the elevator door. I wasn't sure if it would come or not, but at 9 on the dot, the doors opened. I hugged them both and told them I'd be back soon.

The elevator opened on the eight floor and I stepped out. The majority of this space was taken up by several rows of cubicles. Offices lined the perimeter. Each little cube was personalized with snapshots of children and dogs and spouses. Mass produced tchotchkes about individual worth and creativity. The last time I had been up here, the place had been buzzing with activity. Now, the floor itself was devoid of people.

I made my way through the maze of fabric push pinned walls until I was at the HR offices. Sat at her desk was the receptionist, a mousy young woman with dishwater hair and glasses too big for her face. I scrolled the rolodex in my mind and pulled up her name,

"Good Morning, Tiffany."

"Good morning Director", she smiled pleasantly.

It seemed odd to be so formal, with nobody in the office.

"I have an appointment this morning with your boss."

Tiffany leaned forward in her chair and checked her computer screen. I couldn't help but notice her blouse was unbuttoned and she was displaying an unprofessional amount of cleavage. The wisp of pink lace caused me to linger just a second too long. She put a hand to her chest breaking contact.

"Can I offer you something to drink, a cappuccino maybe?"

I said thanks, and took a seat while she wandered away. I had never noticed what a nice shape she had. Not that I ever spent much time on the eighth floor.

She returned with the coffee and set it down in front of me. She seemed a little nervous and unsure of herself. She leaned her butt against her desk and took a deep breath,

"So, he's not here."

"When is he coming in," I decided to play along.

"Well sir, the thing is, he hasn't been here since last Tuesday. See, ah most everyone went upstairs last Tuesday and they um, haven't come back."

I asked her,

"So, he hasn't been here since Tuesday. Tiffany, who made the appointment? And who sent the elevator for me?"

She looked at me sheepishly,

"I did sir."

I took another sip of my coffee. Just a dusting of nutmeg.

"How long have you been watching me Tiffany?"

"How do you know that?" She blushed.

"The coffee, just the way I like it."

I stood and reached around her, she shrank back just a little. I turned her computer monitor to face me. Sure enough, there was a live video feed. Seemingly thousands of cameras covering the production floor, the gym, the showers, the dorm, and of course my office.

I was close enough to hear her breathing quickly.

"You like watching me Tiffany?"

"Yeh, yes. Yes sir." She whispered.

I put my hands on either side of her on the desk.

"Why am I here?" I growled.

She was trapped by my arms, the little mouse caught with her cheese.

"I, I just, I thought it was time. I wanted to answer your questions."

I sat back down. She retreated to her own chair.

"What questions would that be?"

She took a minute to compose herself.

"Well, for one, that MD unit on your neck. It's not just for regulating your hormones and enzymes. It's designed to make people docile."

I thought about it for a minute. I didn't feel particularly docile.

"I thought that's what the Moist Drippings were doing?"

She nodded,

"In part, see, the sodas introduce the passifying uh, molecule, but the MD unit allows someone to activate it remotely."

This was new information.

"How would they do that?"

She shrugged and looked apologetic.

"And how do you know all of this Tiffany?"

She gestured toward the computer monitor and its plethora of tiny screens showing the goings on in the building.

"I have access to those files, because I'm in HR. I guess companies figure it's important to have Human Resources watching everything and 'controlling' things."

"Wait, Companies? Plural?"

She continued,

"Yes, sir. This is world wide. They're going to change everything. I mean, they already have."

Well of course, this was the end of the world. The complete control and domination of every person on earth, all in the hands of a few oligarchs,and their human resources secretaries.

"And why isn't it working on me?"

She hesitated,

"Nobody knows, but, yes there have been a few outliers."

I asked if Ass Fucker had also been an outlier.

"He was, I guess the thing is it's related to um, like, psychosis."

I smiled wolfishly,

"Do I seem psychotic to you Tiffany?"

"Well, uh sir, no. But, you've never seemed, uh, typical."

Perceptive little mouse. I thought the Ghost had been doing a better job.

"Well, is that everything?"

I got to my feet.

She actually blushed,

"Yes, sir. I mean no."

Tiffany stood, took off her glasses, her eyes stared at me in that unfocused way the nearly blind do without their glasses. She did her best to look at me. She cleared her throat,

"I was hoping we could.", her voice trailed off.

"Just like that Tiffany?"

"It's not like I don't know you, I've been watching you, I know what you like. I could do those things too."

"Look, you're very pretty, and I'm flattered. It's just that I'm sort of taken right now."

She stared up at me not quite knowing what to say. I tried to take pity on her.

"What things could you do?"

"I could do all of those things, the oral and the bondage and all of that."

I smiled at the thought. Of this pretty little office professional tied up and on her knees.

"Oh, have you had much experience?"

She blushed again,

"No, not really. But watching you guys. I..."

"It made you hot."

She nodded.

"And wet."

She nodded.

"So what, you just want me to fuck you on the desk here?"

She gripped the edges of the desk.

"If you want."

"Tell you what."

I stepped closer to her and undid the remaining buttons on her blouse. Reaching behind her I unzipped her skirt and let it fall around her ankles. Underneath she wore a lacey pink teddy. She had prepared well for our meeting. I turned her around and ran a hand up her thigh ending with a smack on her cute little ass.

"Go make me another coffee and I'll think about it."

She fumbled on the desk for her glasses and then put them on. I watched her walk away with a very satisfied grin.

When she was out of sight I sat at her computer. I scrolled through a few files until I found some reading on the "Moist Drippings Project". It was mainly a list of vendors and logistics and yes, it did appear to be worldwide. Projections looked like 25% of the world population at level three by Friday.

I looked up when Tiffany placed the cup in front of me.

"How old are you?"

She stood up straight and answered

"23 sir."

"Hmm. A 23 year old voyeur. Kind of sad."

"Yes sir."

"When I asked if you were experienced you said 'no, not really? How is it that a cute girl like you is a 'no, not really?"

She took a breath and then replied,

"Well sir, I was raised Mormon. I guess, I still have a lot of shame around sex."

I looked her up and down again. She had a petite frame, but was well proportioned, looked like she had some kind of regular exercise routine, judging by how lean she was I would say Yoga or Pilates. She had a cute face. Pouty little lips and little upturn to her nose. Behind those massive round glasses were big green eyes, made bigger by the distortion of her lenses. She had her light brown hair back in a ponytail, a thin streak of pink.

"But you've had boyfriends?"

"Sure, I've had a couple. I'm not a virgin if that's what you're thinking, but I've never had a, not with someone."

"A goldfish?"

"No, you know. An orgasm."

"But you've had them while spying on people."

"Yes." She looked down at the desk.

"When you were spying on me."

She nodded her head, not looking up.

"How many orgasms?"

"I don't know. One or two a day. Maybe more."

I could see her nipples hardening and threatening to poke through the frilly pink fabric covering them.

"All of them with your fingers? Or do you have something special you like to use?"

She blushed again.

"Mostly my hand, but sometimes."

She paused and looked at my face.

"Sometimes I use the shower."

I leaned forward,

"Describe it to me."

"Well, I get the water temperature right and then, I get down on all fours. I, the water from the shower hits me."

"Your cunt."

"Yes, my um, my clit and my um, my asshole."

Dirty little mormon girl.

"You just sort of wiggle around on your hands and knees letting the water hit you until you cum."

She nodded again.

"Show me."

She blushed again.

"The shower is through the office."

"No, I don't mean to do it, I mean show me, get down on the floor here and show me what it looks like."

She got down on her hands and knees and spread her legs wide. Lowering herself to her elbows she began to swivel her hips, arching her back and then relaxing. Her ass up in the air. I think in yoga they called it 'cat and cow'.

"Hmmm, nice."

She stopped and looked at me over her shoulder.

"I didn't tell you to stop."

She nodded quickly and went back to her pointless wiggling.

"Are you from Utah?"

She laughed a little,

"That's the first thing everybody asks. Yes, I'm from a town called Spanish Fork."

I had to admit the little floor show she was doing was beginning to work for me.

"Fork?"

"Yeah, like a fork in a river, I grew up on an Ostrich farm."

I thought about that for a minute,

"Tiffany... I am done asking personal questions."

She stopped her gyrations and rose to her knees.

"You don't want to know about BYU or soaking?"

She crawled over to me and placed her head on my knee. I reflexively began to stroke her face.

"What is that?" I asked.

"It's where the guy puts his penis in you and doesn't move."

"Sorry, he just lays there on top of you and stays still?"

She moved in between my thighs and put a hand over the cock that had begun to push against the thin fabric of my slacks.

"And how does that... end?"

She began to rub me gently.

"The only time I tried it, he ended up fucking me."

I let my hand wander down to her soft smooth shoulders. I played with the satiny pink straps of her teddy.

"Tell me that wasn't your first time?"

She nodded, letting the crown of her head grind into my lap.

"I was so ashamed. I mean, I wanted him to do it, but I knew it was a terrible sin. I felt so guilty I just never went out with him again."

She began to rub me harder. Her voice dropped to just above a whisper,

"I like when Brandi calls you Daddy and you spank her. I came so hard when you bent her over your lap and made her suck you off while you spanked her."

Her hand started playing with my belt buckle.

"But I don't think I want my Dad to spank me."

I pulled one of those pink straps down to her elbow, exposing a breast and erect nipple.

"No?"

"Mmm mm."

She pulled my zipper down with her teeth and let it go.

"I want God to spank me."

Tiffany tugged at the waist of my trousers and slid them down to the ground. She reached into the fold of my briefs and retrieved my waiting cock.

"Yeah, God can spank me, and Jesus can fuck my mouth and the Holy Ghost will fuck my pussy."

She started moving her lips up and down my swelling member.

"I thought those were all the same person?" I asked.

She stopped her sucking and looked at me.

"No, in Mormonism they are all separate people."

This was the weirdest conversation I had ever had during sex. It seemed to be working for her though.

She didn't waste a lot of time, her pace increased frantically until I thought I might cum right there. I took hold of her ponytail and pulled her mouth off of me. She struggled to get my dick back between her lips, and then looked up at me pouting.

"Am I doing it wrong?"

I pulled her up and then lifted her to the desk. With a swift flick I undid the row of snaps over her crotch.

"No, Sweet"

I stepped closer and let the head of my dick press against the wet slit of her labia. I watched her shoulders shake with a wave of pleasure. I pulled her exposed breast to my lips while I fondled the other over her lacy lingerie. She began to gyrate trying to pull me inside of her, but I held back and just let the tip 'soak' inside of her tight little cunt.

She leaned in close and whispered,

"Please, give me your cock sir. I'm begging you."

I edged another inch in.

"LIke this?"

"Please sir, give me all of it. I need it."

I pulled back and then plunged in a little deeper. I felt her nails scratching at the skin of my ass, trying to draw me forward. Holding her head by the base of her ponytail I pushed inside of her until I felt that soft wall of wet flesh against the tip of my cock.

Again she shuddered.

"You feel so good inside of me, sir. Fuck me. Please."

I pushed against her with steady intent. Teasing her with the stiff length of my cock. She tried to thrust against me but I held her tightly. She struggled to make friction with me. I let the tiny movements of her body tickle my shaft and head, until again I felt I might cum.

"Please sir."

She kissed my neck, undoing the buttons of my shirt and working her way to my nipples. All the while her hips flexed in tiny motions against my body.

She let out a moan when I finally began pumping myself against her. Slowly at first, but steadily increasing the speed of my strokes. Each slick motion burying me as far as her body would allow.

"I'm going to show you something Sweet."

I positioned her on the desk, angled back. Now each thrust pushed the head of my cock against the inside of her abdomen. I hunted with my dick until I found that cluster of flesh and nerves. When I hit it I slid in and out rubbing her g-spot at the apex of each thrust.

It was thirty seconds before Tiffany began gasping and shaking, not wanting to push me out of alignment.

"Oh God. What is that?"

Her orgasm appeared to take her by surprise. Her breath became ragged and long. Her bright pink nipples jutted upwards towards the ceiling. I felt her body begin to spasm and she lay back on the desk holding her breasts and tossing her head.

I tossed her ankles on my shoulders and dove into her wet deepness. The sounds coming from her seemed like an attempt at language but not one I had ever heard before. I crashed into her over and over, her body tensed as another orgasm wrapped its electric tentacles around her skin, piercing her most sensitive places.

I felt the flood of my passion empty itself into her. For a moment I became the rush of energy that penetrated her and then I was sitting back in her chair. Both of us were breathing hard.

I watched her in the flicker of fluorescent light. Her pretty pink outfit was disheveled and out of place. She lay still, her body gone soft and pliant. She rolled onto her side and looked at me. A smile spread across her face and I couldn't help but to return it.

"I like your dick."

"Thank you Sweet."

It was quiet for a bit and then she said,

"Do you wonder what's behind the door at the end of the hall?"

I admitted I hadn't really thought too much about it. But that might have crossed my mind.

She responded, "I think it's a bomb shelter."

Tiffany layed out her case. Over the last ten years the company had hired and fired thousands of contractors to work on a project that was supposed to have happened on the property but no one had actually seen any work done. It was assumed this was some sort of money laundering scheme.

"In the last three years, I was tasked with hiring all sorts of scientists and experts. I never met any of them personally but I put together hiring packets and compensation packages for a lot of people that I never saw."

"So what makes you think bomb shelters?"

She looked at me seriously,

"They were like biologists and climate people, but I hired hydrologists and horticulture people too."

I agreed it was strange. Not much stranger than anything else. A thought occurred to me.

"How do we find out for sure?"

She looked thoughtful,

"The only way is to go upstairs and ask."

"How do you know anyone is up there?"

"Lots of people take the elevator up but hardly anyone ever comes back down." She gestured to the doors across the floor

It was then that my phone did something it hadn't done in a long time. It rang.

"Hello?"

"Sir, Director, sir. This is Steph. Something is happening."

I moved over to the monitor that had been pushed to the edge of the desk. I ordered Tiffany to pull up the cameras from the production floor.

"I'm looking now Steph."

"They are taking people, and Brandi, and Holly!"

On the monitor a group of men with what looked like chair legs for clubs had gathered a group of cleansuited workers and were forcing them in the elevator. I could see Holly and Brandi being pushed inside.

"Who are they?" I yelled into the phone.

"I don't know sir, they just came out and took them." She was distraught.

Tiffany spoke to me calmly,

"Those are executives and board members sir. They are taking them to the top floor."

On the screen the doors closed. From across the room I could hear the elevator starting up. I listened intently as it passed our floor and continued up.

.

I thought about it for minute,

"How would we get up there, there's no buttons on the elevator?"

Tiffany smiled at that.

"The only people that go up and come back down are the guys that deliver for Executive Options.I don't have access to that, but you do."

Why hadn't it occurred to me that there must be a delivery man? In my head all those boxes just showed up. Of course there was a human element.

"You thought those boxes just showed up by magic?" She laughed.

"When do they come?"

"Around 2 a.m."

I agreed to the plan. I logged in to 'Executive Options' and ordered a box of cigars.

"Now I guess we'll wait."