The Collegeworld Ch. 03

"So," Thomas started after enjoying the post-massage afterglow long enough. "according to your backstory, you are a virgin. Have you been companion to others here?"

"No, I haven't. I was awoken only recently. So, I am a virgin both in my official backstory as well as de facto in my physical form." She kept a neutral, polite expression, not seeming embarrassed about the fact.

"You know what? So am I. I really like you, and I hope we can get to know each other better like this a few times. Maybe, at a later date, we can see if it develops into other types of interaction."

"I would like that. I would like that very much. My emotional center feels warm about our discussion today. I like that you don't treat me as a piece of meat like I see some people treat their companions."

Thomas got up, took a quick glance of the companion's marvelous body and started walking to the door. "I will be here tomorrow, same time. I think it will be your turn to get a massage."

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Thomas walked back to 207's office with his head held high and his step light. The door was open and he stepped in.

207 looked up from her tablet. "Took your sweet time with that sweet body, now did you?"

"Yep. Absolutely. We sexed like there was no tomorrow." It was better she didn't know he behaved differently from everyone else.

Her eyes narrowed slightly. "It is a pity I wasn't invited to stay and observe. As a supervisor it is my duty, after all, to ensure all of my technicians are fully prepared for their shifts."

"Indeed. So, what's my task for today?" he said in the most cheerful tone he could muster.

Her reply wasn't quite cold, but not warm either. "There is nothing scheduled for you, given that you already did a double task last night. You can just monitor the situation in Control Room 8 and see if there's anything that needs fixing. You did well last night spotting something that needed checking so I can trust in your judgement on this."

"Great! See you later, boss."

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He breathed deep as he sat in the control room chair. The world was his to peep, again. Was there something wrong with him not wanting to lose his virginity to that sweet, hot, brainwashed girl in this weird, scary, place? Wrong or not, there was no changing the past. He did feel warm and fuzzy inside as he thought about her. He had no illusions about maintaining his cool like he did today. One or two more sessions like that and he'd be in love again, Christine a distant memory, and he'd be happy to fuck her, morality be damned.

Now, however, it was time to focus on another form of pleasure. Curiosity, his favorite vice. With the whole world, as he knew it, at his fingertips, where should he look? Surely someone he knew would be having a shower. Or masturbating. Or having sex.

Could he masturbate in the control room? Should have asked the supervisor, he realized. Based on what happened before, and the general attitudes to sex in here, it would probably be fine as long as he didn't cum on any sensitive electronics.

He really should have emptied his balls earlier. This was clouding his thoughts. There was so much else he could do other than watch people and jerk off. For example, his math exam was coming up and he wasn't confident he'd do particularly well. Most of the semester he had been focusing more on Christine than schoolwork. The professor might be preparing the questions right now, in fact. It was worth checking.

He typed the professor's name into the console, and was utterly surprised to see him in a seedy motel room. On the nightstand next to him was a bottle of wine, two plastic glasses, and an unopened box of condoms. This mild-mannered gentleman was about to have a date of carnal nature, it seemed.

Thomas was confused. A motel room usually meant prostitutes, but you wouldn't bring wine to a whore. Was the professor married? Possibly. There was no ring, but Thomas wasn't sure if he wore one during the lectures. If so, it made sense to meet a mistress somewhere else than home.

Thomas wasn't all that interested to see an old man have sex with some bored housewife and was about to switch to the math TA when there was a knock at the motel room door. His curiosity didn't let him not see who it was. Lina could wait a few more seconds.

The professor opened the door, and it was, to Thomas's shock, Lina herself.

As soon as the door closed the professor was all over her. His hands went on her ass and his tongue up her ear. Thomas could see her struggling to push him away. Finally, after several long seconds, he retreated.

"Money first," she whispered, not looking at him.

"Be a good slut and we'll see. You might even get a bonus," the man said, his grandfatherly face twisting into a mean grin.

"No," she managed to say with a stronger voice. "Money first or I will leave right now."

"Fine," he hissed, and took a roll of bills from his pockets. She counted what looked like ten twenty dollar bills, nodded, and put them in her purse.

"Is my little slut interested in a bonus?" he said, flowers in his voice.

"It depends on what it is."

"I will fuck you in the ass. You can't get pregnant that way so no condom either. How about another $150?"

She seemed to think about it for a moment, then shook her head. "How about just the regular."

He took two steps toward her, his breath falling on her face. "You should be a little more grateful, don't you think?"

She took a step back, keeping her eyes on him. "I am. I am. Please, don't get angry. I just don't...don't want it like that. Can we do it the normal way? I promise I will make you feel happy."

"Fine," he said, walking to the bed and pouring himself a glass of wine. He didn't offer one to Lina.

The professor downed the glass in two gulps and sat on the bed. "Let's get started, then."

Thomas was debating what to do. On one hand, seeing Lina have sex would be great, and he could definitely shoot a load to that. On another hand, her counterpart was a wrinkly old man. Besides, the whole scenario made his blood boil. A professor paying to have sex with a teaching assistant of his own class? Surely that was not only highly unethical but also illegal.

It was this thought Thomas was having when there was a chime from his tablet.

"2077! There is an urgent maintenance task for you. Dress up and head to door 17 in the corridor A19. More instructions will follow. Hurry up. 207." the message said.

Lina was just about to pull the professor's khaki pants off his hairy legs and Thomas was convinced he could live without seeing that. Thus, he got dressed in his hazmat suit, took his bag of tools and started half-jogging toward the stated destination.

Door 17 was completely unremarkable. Thomas opened it and stepped into a bright white corridor, only ten feet long. The door closed behind him, and as he opened the door in front of him, he saw the very same motel room he'd just been watching. Lina was sucking the professor's dick without seeming fully into it. Thomas stepped in, mostly certain they wouldn't pay him any attention.

They didn't. Somehow this weird suit made him invisible to people on this side. His tablet chimed audibly, but neither of the two paid it any mind, either.

"Great job monitoring this case on your own, 2077! You're a natural at finding them. Stay in the room and observe. Do not interact with the agents in any way. More instructions to follow. 207."

It was significantly less erotic to watch than Thomas had hoped. The professor was a heavy breather and his body covered most of Lina's in the missionary position. Thomas got a good look at her breasts and they looked more or less like he'd daydreamed about. Full and round, not saggy but definitely on the heavier side. It was when the professor commanded Lina to go on her knees the show got better for Thomas. Her ass looked great, and movement of the breasts was magical enough that he mostly managed to ignore the professor huffing and puffing behind her. Thomas considered self-caressing briefly, but he was still more disgusted than aroused, and he didn't want to risk the two "agents" noticing him.

The finale was bland. The professor pressed deeply into poor Lina, grunted loudly, and then collapsed on top of her. After a few minutes she managed to wiggle out from under his wrinkly weight, and he took it as a sign to get up. The condom flew into the trash can, the professor got promptly dressed, and then Lina was alone in the room, naked on the bed. Alone, but with Thomas, of course.

Her pussy was pretty even after being fucked by such a disgusting man. Thomas's admiration of Lina's superficial sex organs was disturbed when she started crying uncontrollably. That's when the tablet chimed again.

"Time for action. Take a headband and set it to half-trance. Then put it on her. Msg when done. 207." Thomas followed the orders. He hadn't noticed the dial to change from full trance to half-trance before, but it was clear now he knew it was there. He put the band on Lina, and she stopped crying, but didn't go into full doll mode like Christine and Lara had. She stayed on her side, sobbing quietly every now and then.

"Band on." Thomas sent to 207, and she replied a few seconds later.

"Good. Next up, very important. She is now unaware of anyone, but will remember some of what happens, like it was a dream. Get out of the suit, get naked, and go cuddle her. Will explain later. You can touch her (and yourself) but NO PENETRATION. 207."

Okay. Thomas realized he shouldn't be surprised by anything. Whatever the reason, he would obey. Anything to avoid any suspicion from the ones who were running this weird simulation thing. It would probably be pretty bad if they realized he was just an agent of the simulation himself.

He removed the suit and the spandex bodysuit, and got on the bed. He approached Lina slowly, afraid she'd turn and see him. But she never did. Not even when Thomas put his hand on her shoulder, or when he pressed his body against her bare backside. She only grabbed his arm and squeezed it tightly against her chest.

He was providing after-sex-care to Lina, the Eastern European beauty, his math teaching assistant. Great.

He didn't want to take an advantage of the poor girl in this state. He really didn't. But he couldn't resist touching the magnificent breast that was just there, inches from where his hand was. So he did touch, and she immediately let out a pleasant, content sound. The tit was soft apart from the nipple that was quickly hardening between Thomas's fingers.

He wanted to touch her pussy. He really, really wanted to do it, but something in his head stopped him. That would be too much.

Lina's breathing became slow and stable, and Thomas started feeling relaxed as well. Just when he was about to rest his eyes for a second there was another message.

"Hope you're enjoying it. According to the data the emotional part is now done. Next the physical part. Take the after-sex lotion from the bag and apply to her inner walls. Use your fingers and make sure it gets everywhere. Important for soothing. NO DICK. 207."

So, if Thomas understood it right, he was supposed to take some lotion from the bag, and, while being naked himself, spread it all around the internals of Lina's pussy. Better get to it, then, before he'd start to get those annoying "slow progress" warnings again.

The bottle was easy enough to find. It was a bottle of lotion that said "After-sex lotion" on it.

Thomas had never put fingers inside a vagina before but he promptly decided to be a big boy about it. Bravely he squirted some of the clear, thick lotion on his fingers, rubbed them together to spread it around, and started to rub the lotion on the general area of Lina's inner labia. This couldn't be harder than pushing a dildo inside Lara.

Indeed it wasn't. After the labia and the opening were well lotioned his fingers slipped in almost by themselves. He started with one, realized there was room for more, and added a second one. With his well lotioned index and middle fingers he massaged Lina from the inside. The girl, still in sleeplike half-trance, seemed to feel it. She started moaning softly in sync with Thomas's movements. When Thomas pulled his fingers out she let out a disappointing whine. Armed with lotion on both hands Thomas got back to work. He moved his two fingers inside her extensively, scanning every nook and cranny with his fingertips. While doing that he started explore how Lina's clitoris would react to touch. It wasn't explicitly part of the job assignment, but one might argue that it would be included within the "everywhere" definition.

Thomas was acutely aware he had developed an erection once again. The earlier encounter with the companion was still weighing heavily in his testicles. A ridiculously hot, pretty woman who was offering to willingly have sex with him, and he turned her down. Dumbass. On the bright side here was another hot girl, with a bare pussy fully lubricated with some fancy lotion, enjoying his fingers increasingly vocally. That opening between her legs looked enticing. Very, very enticing. He'd blow his load in five seconds, no question. Surely nobody could find out?

But no. Even if he hadn't been clearly prohibited from doing so there was still the small matter that raping unconscious girls was not right. During this thought process Thomas had moved his clitoris-engaged hand to his penis and did a few tentative strokes with the lotion. It felt thick and smooth, better than anything else he'd jerked off with. Perhaps he should mark this bottle as lost in the equipment check-list after he got back.

Thomas's fingers were aching. Massaging was hard work, and he wasn't a particularly strong guy. With her clitoris abandoned Lina seemed to be falling back into deep sleep and that took away half of the fun of what should have otherwise been a heavenly experience. Thus, when the tablet played a sound of a new message, Thomas was more relieved than annoyed.

"A+!! All her stats are back to normal. No, somehow you made them overshoot the steady-state levels. Good job on resisting penetration. That companion sure must have fucked you good earlier. Otherwise, I can't imagine the sort of blue balls one would have. Head home now, tomorrow's shift is at 6PM."

Blue balls indeed. Lina was still fully naked. She was slender, almost skinny. The lines of her ribs were just about visible, and her hip bones broke the round shape of her pelvis. She was beautiful, but what happened today was sad. She was selling herself for sex. He felt bad about lusting after her ass, and about jerking off to daydreams of her tutoring him during a sleepover. Though his balls still ached from excess contents, his erection died down. Thomas packed up his stuff, wiped any excess lotion off, got dressed in the hazmat suit and went home to sleep.

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The morning was brighter. It would be a easy day at school. No Christine, no Lina.

He had thought about his plan, and he had decided that he would officially lose his virginity today. He couldn't let it hang over him and continue to cloud his thoughts. This afternoon he would go to the Spa and mate with that pretty companion girl. He'd fuck her as many times as he'd have time for before his shift, and then after his shift come back and fuck her some more. After that he'd forget her and start living his life as a confident, independent man.

His plan started quite well. As a master masturbator he knew his edging limits very well. He also knew how much better an orgasm felt when it was primed properly over a long period of time. So between classes he spent quite a bit of time in the bathrooms, slowly massaging his rod, careful not to go over the edge.

After school he ran to the secret entrance and changed into the body suit. His erection was visible to any onlookers through the thin fabric, but he wouldn't care. Let them admire a man who was about to get laid, and proud about that. He considered inviting that hot supervisor to watch as well. She seemed to be into that sort of stuff. But there was a risk that he'd blow his load faster than was impressive, and he decided to leave public performances for another time. The companion would be his for a while. He'd visit her every day and use this opportunity to become the master of sex, the conqueror of chicks, the jackhammerer of pussies.

Thomas's heart was racing when he pushed open the door to the Spa. He ran to the room he'd been in before and shed his spandex suit without breaking step. He scanned the premises, ready to pounce on his piece of flesh like a hungry tiger.

She was nowhere to be seen. Swimming? No, the pool was empty. Sleeping? Surely not at this time. Bodily functions? Thomas wasn't sure if they even did that here.

A tall, jacked dude tapped on his shoulder. "I am the Spa supervisor on shift. Can I help you?"

Thomas avoided looking at the man below the waist. "Yes. I am looking for my companion. My designation is 2077. I can't seem to find her."

The supervisor tapped on his tablet for a few seconds before frowning at Thomas. "Unfortunately it seems like she was moved into the sim this morning."

"What! That can't be right. I just met her yesterday."

"Sometimes these things are a bit unpredictable. Sorry."

"Is there maybe someone else? I mean...I kind of need one pretty soon if I am to be able to continue serving in my technician capacity."

The dude nodded knowingly at Thomas's dick and smiled.

"Surely they told you in the basic training that an entry-level technician can only claim a new companion once per month. This is to prevent anyone from hoarding too many companions and to avoid too much wear and tear on the most popular ones. Unfortunately this can seem unfair if the companion that was assigned to you departs before that one-month period is up."

"You gotta be kidding me. Is there nothing you can do?"

"I am sorry, mister 2077. Company policy. I couldn't assign you one even if I wanted to."

Fuck.