CHAPTER THREE
Working her personal tablet behind the mens corner counter, Jeuley found her own piece of ecstasy. The Blue Root genuinely was upgradeable and had tons of software available for download with more being added by the hour, it seemed.
It was also completely hackable.
The annoying marketing messages were gone and she worked on merging the capabilities of her handheld tablet with her Blue Root.
She’d figured out how to set intricate alarms to trigger variations of simulators. Using certain specific vibration frequencies, she programmed them to chime at intervals during each hour or alarm if she needed to go do something and lost track. From now on, her pussy would get two quasar vibrations when it was time to take a break and three vibes when it was one hour from closing time. Her next feat would be modifying and writing her own sexual programs.
BlueCentric Laboratories, the Blue Root manufacturer, claimed creation of a program for every kind of stimulus, but Jeuley wanted more. A conglomeration program. One that could keep her going for hours without having to look at the controller to choose or tap options. One that would respond to her movements in and switch its direction to what she wanted most according to her arousal level.
Diving into the coding, she started rearranging, cutting and pasting, and recreating. The mere thought of implementing all her new ideas had her engines revving. Manually, she set her Blue Root on slow vibration. The thrumming made her work faster, code more precise.
“Excuse me.”
Jeuley nearly fell out of her chair at the interruption. The gorgeous pervert from earlier was back to retrieve his suit. And wow was he a study in what a man should look like. His skin was flushed, eyes bright and anxious. He must have run the entire way. Kind of dorky, but damn her Blue Root stimulation for making her mind’s eye transpose his heaving chest and reddened face into a vision she wanted to see more of…and without any confounded stuck-on Blue Root machinery or clothing.
She slyly hid her tablet under the counter and smiled. “Hi. You came for your suit. Let me get it for you.”
He took a big breath and returned her smile. “Yes, thank you.”
Heading into the stock room, she heard him call out. “I was afraid I’d miss you. Oh, and could you add a couple Blue Root stimulator patches onto my bill? I’m still trying to figure the thing out and I want to try a little more.”
He couldn’t figure out his Blue Root? Stick it to your penis and press on. How difficult could that be? Wait. Did he really need help? How stupid was she? Shouldn’t she volunteer?
Retrieving his suit from the rack guide, Jeuley turned off her Blue Root to avoid any more invasions. Knowing she’d be partnered with such a delicious male wasn’t the problem. No matter how hot, how intoxicating his gaze when it washed over her, how strong his broad shoulders looked, he was still a geek. And therefore she’d banned herself from getting involved even if only for a clandestine Blue Root fuck. She emerged from the stock room and found him standing by the Blue Root display.
“Do you know how these things work?” He held the female demonstrator model in one hand and the male one in the other. “Mine acted up a little the last time I was in here. It asked me if I wanted to connect. I figured, sure, maybe I could learn a thing or two, but then it just stopped and I couldn’t figure out which was broken: me or the display.” The guy held the female up for closer inspection.
Well, well, well. The pervert didn’t know he was responsible for the most incredible part of her experience. He had no idea that he’d evoked a higher orgasm than she’d ever had with a toy. No idea that if he were to strip down to nothing right here, she wouldn’t be able to keep herself from tackling him, tying him down and fucking him, on-looking customers be damned, just to have that Blue Root experience for real. Hmph!
Setting his suit on the counter, she chuckled. “Ummm…actually, those models don’t function. They’re just for display. So people can see what they look like.” And accidentally, she continued. “You were hooked up with me.” Jeuls! No geeks allowed, remember?
While part of her still couldn’t think he was anything more than a pervert, the blush that swept across his face sent her against that guess.
He immediately replaced the two displays. “I am so sorry. I had no idea…” Fumbling madly, he pulled out his purchase card and reached over to get two stimulator patches. Then somehow in a flurry of boxes and such, he managed to drop everything. Poor guy. He was truly mortified. In his own way, he was cute. Even for a man over six feet tall.
But she couldn’t just let him flail completely. “Oh no, it’s okay. I shouldn’t have been playing with it while I was supposed to be working.” She pulled the sales tablet from under the counter.
Unconsciously, she placed a hand over his. There wasn’t a Blue Root patch on her palm, but instantly, her skin tingled wherever it came in contact with his. Hell, every part of her started tingling, drawing a throbbing, matching melody in her pussy. Wow. She met his gaze and locked, both speechless and overwhelmed. His eyes registered surprise and he swallowed hard.
Completely breaking her moment, she accidentally dropped the sales tablet…on her big toe. “Shit.” She ducked down, embarrassed that she’d cussed in front of a customer. She’d be written up if a Prixus censor heard her. “Oh my goodness. Sorry.” Her turn to be mortified, big toe thumping mercilessly–but not in the same rhythm or with as much ache as her cunt.
“It’s okay, really. I…we…I must have distracted you. Is everything okay?” He fidgeted with his purchase card.
Gritting her teeth, she retrieved the tablet and reset its functionality to make sure no permanent damage was done. Can I get any dorkier now or should I crawl under the counter and hide before the worst hits? “Fine. It’s okay.” She wiggled her toe in her shoe, hoping that somehow its pounding was connected to her pussy’s. But no. That would be too simple. Instead, she was doomed to want.
“Oh thank goodness.” He smiled, eyeing her hand on the counter. “Hey, while I’m already totally embarrassed, can I ask you a question? Just at random.” He surrendered his purchase card, taking care to slide his index finger along the edge of her hand. This time, a spark shot up her arm and her mind flashed back to when he’d rushed up, flushed and out of breath. Okay, okay, maybe she’d consider reconsidering her stance on staying away from geeks. Anything to make the relentless aching stop.
“Sure. Ask away.”
“Okay, if you had the choice of a man or the Blue Root, which would you choose?”
Why had she hoped he would ask her to dinner instead? Worse yet…why didn’t he? What a jerk.
“Blue Root. Any day. No question.” Jeuley tossed his purchase card onto the counter, hoping he’d like a good sparring session.
“Touché.” He sighed almost dejectedly, not taking her up on the challenge.
Great. Geek, pervert and now wimp. That definitely fanned the fire in her pussy down to manageability. And strangely, her toe was recovering. Maybe they really were connected somehow. Jeuley bagged his suit and stimulator patches as he pocketed his card. “Thank you very much.”
She had zero interest in meeting his gaze. They’d shared a little moment and the moment was gone. He was a geek for goodness sake. No thanks.
She put on her best retail smile. “Good luck tomorrow. I hope it turns out okay.”
“It will. And if it doesn’t, at least I can go home and experiment with my new Blue Root stuff. Take care.” With bag in hand, he headed out of her corner and she resisted the urge to call him back.
She sighed. It was, after all, closing time. Looking down at the sales tablet, she read his name…Bradley March. Where had she heard it before?
Stowlocking the racks and powering down the mod machine, Jeuley worked her way around, preparing her corner for final closing. Bradley March. Why on earth was that name sounding so familiar?
Holy shit. She stopped in her tracks as the recollection hit like a ton of gumballs. Bradley March was the biggest geek in her high school class. The quiet kid who kept to himself.
Funny how a decade could feel like eons ago. She thought back to the shy guy in her Math and Physics classes. Did he ever hang out with anyone but that weird scrapper who used his handheld to mass-beam dirty notes to all the girls in class?
The guy who’d just left couldn’t be the same nerd who faced the screenwall when he was forced to talk in front of class. No way. Some of her friends had thought he was cute, but his capecoat and moppy hair made him unfashionable and undatable. And Jeuley didn’t date in high school anyway. Boys that age were mutants.
No, he had to be a different Bradley March than the fellow who’d just left here. Definitely beyond the shadow of a doubt. She would’ve at least recognized him. And he hadn’t recognized her.
Once the corner was prepared for final closing, she pressed the collapse button allowing the racks and façade to fold and recede into the stock room.
Jeuley went into the Prixus staff room to deposit her sales tablet in the accounting collection unit. After creating an entry for Bradley March in her handheld, she went home to do some research–only out of curiosity, of course. Not because she was attracted to him or anything. No, not Bradley.
Why don’t you just program him right into your Blue Root? Then you can have him whenever you want him.
Hell, n–
Wait. Make that a hell yes.
Already pondering possibilities, Jeuley went to her high-rise home in the low rent district near the Golden Gate Bridge. Tossing her purse onto the mound of miscellaneous clothes and shoes in her office, she set the walls to glow then headed into the kitchen for some fennelwater.
Jeuley sat down at her computer and started honing her Blue Root programming prowess, using Bradley March’s likeness for inspiration. Her only pause happened when her stomach growled louder than her thoughts.
Swallowing the last of her CheezMac dinner, she coded out the final commands for her new program. Of the three she’d built so far, this one was clearly the winner. She’d even figured out how to integrate existing programs into it–slightly modded, of course.
Her finishing touch was to leave her signature on the project. The screen would simply read:
>>Enhanced Blue Root experiences by Jeulmist
Then all of the stimulators would do a quick jolt followed by a fading vibration of zaps. Oh yeah. Jeulmist was on a roll. She could hack anything that that docked to a computer.
The darn Blue Root was too easy to leave alone. Its code beckoned to her, making her ignore all the promises she’d made to herself about giving up the hacker’s life.
Taking a drink of fennelwater, Jeuley deactivated her keyboard. Her eyes had started to glaze over but there were no longer any lame Blue Root marketing messages anywhere in its system. Plus, among others, she’d created the perfect program for herself–or anyone else for that matter. Combining existing programs, Jeulmist had morphed all of her favorite commands together. The resulting program was incredibly user friendly and had the ability to chameleon according to menu settings. And no one would ever figure out that her inspiration was a handsome, not-truly-perverted geek.
Standing up, she stretched her arms above her head. Definitely time to get some sleep. She deserved it. Her whole body ached from all the program testing.
A bling sound came from her handheld. Rachel must still be online. So much for sleep. Jeuley reactivated her keyboard as Rachel started sending messages.
rogalianRaych: You still up?
Jeuley sat back down and got comfortable. Basically, if Rachel was on this late, she was having issues. Men, computers, what to wear. Or she was maxed out on caffeine. In any case, a little preparation of mindset was necessary.
Jeulmist: Yeah, wazzup?
rogalianRaych: I’ve been goofin’ off with my blue root
Jeulmist: me, too…
rogalianRaych: do you know how to turn off the damn ads?
Wow. The ads got to her, too? That was odd. Rachel used to sit for hours and watch commercials on her computer when she was a kid. Then again, those were vids, not boring script.
Jeulmist: yeah, I got em turned off
Jeulmist: it’s not easy though
rogalianRaych: what do I have to press?
Jeulmist: I had to hack into it
Jeulmist: I’ll just send you the file…keep it simple
rogalianRaych: so you’re already hacking
Jeulmist: would you expect anything less?
rogalianRaych: don’t you have anything else to do?
Jeulmist: I hack, therefore I am
rogalianRaych: LOL yeah, that’s for sure :)
Jeulmist: here, I’ll email the file. It’ll be quicker
rogalianRaych: k
Jeuley opened a portal, hunted down her AdBeGone commanding driver and dropped it into an email. The darn thing was huge. Whoever put the ads into the Blue Root embedded them so deep, they were a pain to trace and obliterate. She pushed the email through her computer outbox. It was too big to send through her tablet.
Jeulmist: hey, weird question for you
rogalianRaych: go for it
rogalianRaych: still waiting for the file
Jeulmist: think back to high school…do you remember Bradley March?
rogalianRaych: yeah, super-geek-o-rama-deluxe
Mid-type, Jeuley laughed out loud at Rachel’s rather accurate description while she finished typing the rest of her reply to Rachel’s toe-tapping impatience.
Jeulmist: it’s big. Give it a second. If your br is docked, it’ll auto upload easier
rogalianRaych: world’s only completely undatable high school boy
rogalianRaych: cool. It’s in the dock
Jeulmist: LOL yeah that’d be him
Jeulmist: super-ultra-geek-a-zoid-o-matic
rogalianRaych: what about him?
Jeulmist: I just wanted to make sure that was his name
rogalianRaych: did you run into him or his sidekick or something?
rogalianRaych: that’d be gross
Jeulmist: both of those guys were pretty gross
rogalianRaych: lol no doubt
Jeulmist: anyway, I sold a suit to a Bradley March today,
Jeulmist: but it can’t be the same guy
rogalianRaych: yeah, there’s a billion Brads out there,
rogalianRaych: but did this guy look like him?
Jeulmist: well, his hair was short, he had on expensive clothes and he was cute
Jeuley grinned as she told it like it was. After her first initial impression of him, he’d gotten a lot better, a lot quicker. But only physically. Otherwise, he receded as fast as the shiver running down her spine at the thought of him naked except for Blue Root bits. She gritted her teeth, forcing her thoughts elsewhere than on that jerk.
Jeuls, be nice. He wasn’t really a jerk. You just overestimated him. Visions of the man were actually quite stimulating for her imagination while hacking her Blue Root. He’d kept her interested.
Besides, it wasn’t like she’d ever see the guy again, so what harm was there in picturing him naked above her? Sliding his apparently large cock into her, increasing his speed, working his hands all over her body, following up with his tongue, making her skin sizzle. He actually made it a lot easier to create the program. Hell, it was still open on her programming screen, taunting her with the promise of techno-sex bliss.
rogalianRaych: and if it was him, he’d've remembered you, right?
rogalianRaych: Definitely not the BM from HS…didn’t he sit behind you in physics?
Jeulmist: yeah. I doubt it was him
Jeuley twiddled with a few commands in her Bradley-March-inspired program and sighed. Maybe it was time to start looking for a real man again.
Getting dates was never a problem. But Jeuley getting fed up or bored and leaving before the good night kiss was always a problem. Was it just her lousy choice in men? It had to be. She mostly tended to date hackers. Perhaps the world of things in common was far too small. She had other likes, but apparently the guys didn’t.
Jeulmist: y’know what. While I’m futzing with my br program,
rogalianRaych: the guy is probably either a hermit in a shack somewhere or in jail
Jeulmist: so true! :) …I’m gonna send you one of the things I made up
Jeulmist: it kicks more ass than the preprogrammed ones
Jeulmist: and the downloaded ones
rogalianRaych: waaaaaay cool! Woohoo! :) I went to the br site
rogalianRaych: there wasn’t really anything that looked interesting
Jeulmist: that’s because none of them really ARE interesting!
Jeulmist: here, check it out…I’ll send it now
rogalianRaych: cool
Jeulmist: then I gotta go to bed
rogalianRaych: k…I’ll look for it and then I’m gonna crash, too
Jeulmist: k see ya tomorrow, then
rogalianRaych: ‘night
The Bradley program was smaller than the AdBeGone commanding driver. Just as Jeuley was about to push it through her outbox, she stopped herself. Rachel was her best friend, and would probably get a laugh out of the horrid title, Boinking Bradley, but Jeuley couldn’t bring herself to send it that way. Chuckling out loud, she figured a different terrible name was in order.
Carnal Bacchanal.
At least both words didn’t start with the same letter. Who’d come up with that crap anyway?
She pushed the renamed program through her outbox and set her computer to sleep. Maybe something would go wrong with Bradley March’s suit and he’d have to come in right before his big speech so she could re-measure him–hopefully by hand this time. Yeah, right. Shut up and go to sleep, Jeuley.
She did.
