Secret Confessions of a Smart Girl

It was a quality of life issue.

The company was known for the many benefits it provided its employees - video games, free food, places to nap - but there was one area in which its services were lacking…. sex.

It was a strange oversight, really. Engineers spend a lot of time tensely staring at their screens waiting for code to compile and processes to run. A system of frustration relief could only benefit the company’s bottom line. After all, the longer you can keep a programmer at his workstations, the more coding that actually gets done.

It only took the right person’s vision to see oversight as opportunity, and, in a moment of brilliant inspiration, Project Underware was born.

I was one of the first hires. I suspect I was an obvious choice. Big brains turn me on. All it takes to get me on my knees is a facility with problem solving and an elegant use of command structure. In my experience, programmers have an enormous facility with commands.

The workers of Project Underware provide a multitude of services: A cunt to fuck, for quick release. A back to whip, meditatively, while searching for an answer. An ass for reaming, literally, on a frustrating day.

My favorite days, however, are those spent on my knees in the dark, deep wells of computer laden desks. I wait, patiently for the sound of a zipper being opened or fabric being raised and the feeling of a hand fisted in my hair drawing me towards service. I love the sensation of a cock growing hard in my mouth or a cunt growing wet under my tongue, feeling the urgency of their arousal wax and wane as they are drawn over and over again into the intellectual stimulation of their work. It thrills me, being an invisible mouth, a silent pair of hands, urging them to distraction, to completion, or to genius. I love that is is my work to bring them joy with theirs.