Published:
September 28, 2023
Böses Spiel
Another commissioned work I was allowed and wanted to publish. The idea of working with twins isn't anything new, but in this form it was something completely different. I had a lot of fun writing it, and the feedback from the client was consistently positive.
It was supposed to be a surprise for her friend, and I actually managed to finish the book within a very short time and send it to Germany with a different cover. The recipient then contacted me a few days later and thanked me for the book, which she had devoured in two evenings.
Chapter 1
I was sitting again on the hard chair in my boss’s waiting room, breathing in the stale air of his secretary. From a young age, one learns not to wear too much perfume, but for her, it seemed to have no effect at all. Evidently, she showered in it, and the setup of her office could tell a clear story. To top it off, she apparently had a strong aversion to fresh air, as the windows were tightly sealed despite the birds already welcoming spring with their cheerful songs outside. My breadwinner must have become smell-blind from all those years, but that wasn’t surprising. The man was well past sixty and no longer as fit as he’d been a few years ago.
Could his secretary also be partly responsible for this? Age-wise, it might make sense, since she was already a bit over forty, and the deep lines in her comically angular face with its now slightly yellowed teeth suggested plenty. I, at twenty-seven, had long moved beyond youthful naivety and worked more with black boxes filled with electronics. Because of this, I ended up having to visit the company’s boss every few days. He had a hard time with his computer and needed me far more often than I liked.
My colleagues suspected an affair between me and the old man. That was utterly out of the question. Not for him, nor for anyone else at the company would I park my bare ass on a desk or grant the little worms between her legs access to my most sacred spot. I had always kept work and private life separate since my training. Back then, I got involved in a risky game with someone my age, and we spent a lot of time together in quiet places. Even under our trainer’s desk, we did it until we were caught red-handed in the small tea kitchen during a quickie.
My lover was transferred to another position, and I received a personnel file entry because he convincingly assured that our trysts always started from my side. That was a lie, but who would believe a young woman who liked to dress provocatively and wasn’t opposed to either gender, especially when my regular partner came from an esteemed family that also loved throwing money on the table? It wasn’t surprising that everything ended up on me, and I eventually turned my back on my training company after graduation.
After one of these beginnings and the resulting problems, I stayed away from any adventures at the company and eventually found myself in this firm that manufactured parts for the automobile industry. I didn’t have much to do with the manufacturing process itself. My job in technical service essentially involved maintaining and keeping the internal computer network running. Consequently, I was constantly moving around the entire facility during the day, tending to little gadgets with wires that kept causing problems or glitches.
Interestingly, no one in the whole company had such issues as the top boss, and since nobody liked working there, I ended up taking on this task as a scapegoat. Almost daily, I found myself back in that smelly waiting room, spending a lot of work time just waiting. Instead, I would have preferred to be wandering around the premises, but life wasn’t a pony farm or a wish concert. After endless minutes, I was finally allowed into the boss’s office, and the bad air of the waiting room disappeared instantly at the door.
The problem with the boss’s computer was a simple user error that caused the program to crash due to an overload. However, it only happened in his office and nowhere else. I promised to take care of it and returned to my office afterward. There, I sat down at the computer, accessed his machine via the internal network, and entered just one simple command into the subroutine. This made it impossible for the boss to make that same mistake again because the computer simply refused the order at that moment. The rest of the workday I spent in my office. My colleagues took care of the simpler outages, which almost gave me a free afternoon.
After work, I met a friend in the city. I had to help her get over her latest relationship. She’d caught her ex with a girlfriend in her bed when she arrived a few minutes early from the hairdresser, as he was supposedly on his schedule. He’d been fucking her senselessly in her bed while she was out trying to look good for him. My own love life hadn’t even happened in recent years. For fun, I found someone in a bar on weekends. There, I encountered easily available prey and naturally, men looking for a one-night stand. A long-term relationship wasn’t really an option for me.
I loved my freedom and couldn’t imagine being tied down to just one partner. Most men who wanted a serious relationship couldn’t handle the fact that I also sought variety with my own gender. Some then came up with the wonderful idea of a quick threesome. Of course, not with anyone. They wanted to make the selection themselves, and I was supposed to convince the women to join. However, I preferred being alone with them and didn’t want to bore them with a third person. You could always find someone if you adjusted your demands accordingly. But that wasn’t my style at all.
Moreover, there was another small problem. While I was dominant with men, I liked to submit to women and let myself be used, which made threesomes significantly more complicated. I preferred going out in the evenings to pick a partner according to my taste. Although I yearned for a solid relationship that could also be a bit looser, it simply didn’t fit into my lifestyle. Naturally, this didn’t please my parents at all. I was twenty-seven and not only did my father want a grandchild, but my mother constantly reminded me of my biological clock ticking away.
The question was why grandchildren were expected from me in particular. My brother had been married to his childhood sweetheart for years. Yet no one expected children from the two of them, even though he had far better conditions. I lacked the essential sperm donor, and I didn’t want to ruin my figure anyway. I couldn’t imagine having kids in my life. These noisy monsters with their screaming already drove me crazy when I passed a school or daycare, so I certainly didn’t want to have one at home.
My friend Malaika was already sitting in the café where we had arranged to meet, and from a distance, I could tell that today was a good day for her. In recent weeks, she always had to hide the dark circles under her eyes with a lot of makeup, but today she completely skipped it, revealing even a happy smile on her face. A coffee was already prepared for me extra, and Malaika told me in an initial outburst about a new admirer she’d managed to attract. Her best friend Malte was after her.
"You have to decide that yourself, Laika, but you should consider that most friendships break under a relationship. When the relationship ends, the friendship usually does too," I warned her.
"Believe me, I know that, Maureen, but Malte has never let me down and I’ve known him since kindergarten."
Of course, this was a significant advantage for both of them, but a serious love relationship wasn’t comparable to a friendship. They knew each other and understood each other for ages, and both knew each other’s deepest secrets, which could leave worse scars when they broke up. Nonetheless, they were obviously old enough and had to know that themselves. I was just an onlooker in the front row and was informed by her. I also knew Malte for a long time and couldn’t find anything negative about him. He meant nothing to me, and it had never been a topic between us.
At least, there was now peace on my friend’s love front, and she was much more cheerful. This made the whole afternoon in the café significantly more pleasant, and she raved about Malte to me. Naturally, she didn’t forget to ask about my own love life. However, there wasn’t much to report. I occasionally met someone to satisfy my needs that my toys simply couldn’t replace, but nothing romantic happened. It was purely physical.
It didn’t take long before Malte actually showed up at the café and sat down next to my friend. At first, it was bearable, but when they started flirting, I had an urgent need to disappear. That was just too much for me. My garage hadn’t been properly cleaned in a long time, and merely seeing that was like a slap in my face. Especially with half a kilometer of momentum and no escape route. I left the café in a hurry with the two of them under some excuse and headed toward my small apartment on the city’s edge.
For a moment, I thought about going out again that evening to find someone who would take care of me, but considering it was Tuesday night and there was an early start at work, there wasn’t much time. Plus, I had to consider that not many people were looking for someone during the week, and I didn’t want to endure a disastrous failure either. Finding someone on the weekend wasn’t very hard, but during the week, the bars were already pretty empty if they were open at all. Instead, I took my biggest vibrator and went early to bed. On the weekend, I wanted to go out hunting and find someone.
However, I didn’t know that this evening would mark the beginning of a particularly difficult time in my life. Everyone knows the phases in their lives when everything goes wrong and you can’t do anything about it. It usually starts harmlessly with a household appliance that gives up and then, in wonderful intervals, other catastrophes occur. For me, it was exactly this night that I began with an orgasm, only to be woken up by my alarm clock the next morning. Around eight o’clock in the morning, I opened my eyes and wondered why my radio alarm clock was silent.
But without electricity, even the best radio alarm clock couldn’t fulfill its task. I had long given up on batteries, and its settings had been erased by an early morning power outage, leaving only a blinking clock display. It was only my wristwatch on the nightstand that told me I’d slept for two whole hours. I jumped out of bed, ran to the bathroom, and even hit my head under the shower. As quickly as I could, I finished my morning routine and called the company. Naturally, my boss wasn’t thrilled about my late arrival, but at least I made it to work.
With almost three hours of delay, I finally arrived at my supervisor’s office, who explained that my colleague had suffered a heart attack the previous evening and that I would have to take over part of his tasks until a replacement was found. Personally, this was an advancement for me because I could now move into the upper structures of the company. This meant, however, a small move within the company. My new desk wasn’t in the center anymore but in a small office in another part of the company. He gave me the key and I packed my personal belongings before heading out.
To my new office there was also a small storage room for which I would be responsible as well. There were some spare parts stored, in case a computer in the company gave up and I had to get it running again. Internally, I was excited about my new area of responsibility as I made my way to my new office. Although I didn’t know what awaited me there, it couldn’t be that bad. My new job was the internal accounting department, and I was supposed to basically maintain the computers that were always needed. The necessary updates were still being installed from the central office.
However, my good mood vanished immediately when I reached my new workplace. My "office" was simply a tiny storage room in the basement without windows and a computer that had probably started its career here long before the war. The flickering fluorescent light on the dirty ceiling was just the cherry on top. The air smelled of old coffee, bad aftershave, and dust. The cleaning crew mustn’t have entered this storage room for at least ten years, and my predecessor must’ve had a good reason to suffer an infarction. The entire desk was smeared with greasy residue and sugar stains.
The heart attack was thus only the logical consequence of his eating habits, as I could see from his workplace. The attached "storage" area was about the size of a telephone booth, and all the components were carelessly scattered in an old shoebox without packaging. The shelf consisted basically only of rust, and I couldn’t understand how it still stood. My mood sank instantly at this place far below, and I wished to return to my bed. This is where I was supposed to work from now on? It was almost like a transfer to a prison. It didn’t get any better when I logged into my account and found the first tasks I had to complete.
Chapter 2
Before heading out for my first assignment, I called the building services department and requested both a renovation of my office and a thorough cleaning crew, so that working there would even be possible. Above all, I needed a proper shelf for the storage room, a new fluorescent light fixture in the ceiling, and an acceptable computer, which I might have to assemble myself. For this, however, I needed a whole bunch of parts, which I first had to order. My boss from the central office also called me immediately and asked if I was completely crazy. No one wanted to spend that much money on this department. The existing materials should be sufficient.
Our entire department was completely underfunded. Well, we only caused costs, but the benefits were conveniently forgotten in calculations. Without us, no computer would function anymore, and all the viruses would have taken over the entire company network. Especially all the invoices had to be typed again on old typewriters, which the office ladies certainly preferred not to do. With computers, it was simple. They just needed to assemble text blocks, enter a sum, and have the invoices automatically printed and sent. Naturally, no one wanted to see that. We were supposed to be there, but as little as possible.
The resources we were given were anything but advanced. Especially the computer in my basement room was an old relic from the early days of computers. I had an idea how to fix this flaw without my boss noticing, but for that, I first needed to complete a few tasks. My first task at my new workplace was relatively simple. The employee had a defective cooler, which caused his computer to shut down with a safety shutdown to prevent the built-in processor from overheating. That took ten minutes of work until the machine ran again.
The employee was surprised that a young woman visited his office instead of the old bear who usually handled his technical problems, but he was still very friendly. I even got offered a fresh coffee, which wasn’t worth it. On my list, I had more than enough tasks to do, and the coffee couldn’t save my ruined day anyway. The time I had slept needed to be added to my workday. At that point, there was no one left in the department, but I still had plenty to do. The whole day dragged like chewing gum, and returning to my basement room became increasingly difficult.
My last assignment of the day would turn out to be especially unusual. Throughout the entire day, I received more and more warnings from all sides that the head of the department was a special case. I should stay as far away from her as possible and only enter her office if she wasn’t at work. They all seemed to have terrible fear of this woman. Yet, according to some men’s statements, she couldn’t be much older than me and also looked quite good. But looks played an underplayed role in this case because Frau Ribbentrob had a certain aura that no one liked. I would find out what it was during our first encounter.
Therefore, I moved Gwendoline Ribbentrob’s task to the end of my workday. Around 4 p.m., almost all employees left the computer center, and I was sure she had also gone. For safety, I waited an extra half hour in case she stayed longer. There wasn’t much to do anyway. According to the report, it was a network configuration problem because she constantly had issues connecting to the internet. The company’s internal network worked fine, but to access the internet, she needed to take a detour through another computer.
According to the settings in our department, there was no error. I double-checked this on the outdated machine in my basement before heading out. Maybe her network card was defective, and for safety, I put a new one in my pocket. The completely defunct building looked totally different as I walked through the corridors. In the morning, it had been hellish, and you couldn’t even understand your own words, but now after work, everything was eerily quiet. Only occasionally could the fans of the computers be heard, pushing their warm air into the room to prevent overheating.
After arriving at the leader’s office, I took a deep breath and cautiously opened the door. The office was as expected empty, except for the screen on her desk emitting a faint light. The screensaver had kicked in and covered the login mask. She probably didn’t care about turning off the screen for the evening. This fit with the description I’d received. Allegedly, she could never sit still on her chair and was always rushing around. Above all, it always seemed too slow to her, whether it was two minutes or two days.
Just as I wanted to log in to her computer to reproduce the error and then fix it, the door opened, and before me stood a woman with wonderful blonde curls that fell over her wide shoulders into a bright red business suit. Two sea-blue eyes flashed at me, and the deep red lipstick asked, "Who are you and what are you doing on my computer?"
"I’m Maureen Schmidt from IT. You reported an internet connection problem, which I wanted to fix," I answered surprised, but couldn’t take my eyes off this woman. If she had met me in a club one evening, I would have done everything to get to know her better and maybe bring her into my bed.
She immediately ran around the desk and grabbed her mouse. I picked up a fine, yet clearly perceptible scent of cedar from her. However, she didn’t react to me but wanted to show me right away where the problem actually was. What she explained to me with her raspy voice, I didn’t even catch properly. Her words reached my ears, but they only lingered for a short moment and were immediately gone without making sense in my mind. My entire concentration had suddenly vanished, and I had to focus all my senses on my actual task. This was really uncomfortable.
Ribbentrob apparently didn’t notice much of this. She was fully immersed in her element and explained to me all her problems since she had this computer in the office. Somehow, she could remember long-forgotten errors without checking a calendar. This woman must have had a photographic memory. The information I noted during work I had already forgotten by the time I got into my car. Even a day later, they didn’t return, and I had to look them up in my notes. She seemed to have an elephant’s memory, although none of the gray giants looked like her. Rather, she looked like an angel.
After an initial test, my suspicion was confirmed that the built-in network card was causing problems, which I couldn’t fix in the settings. I had to shut down the computer and then crawl under her desk before the boss arrived. While I worked on the case, she took her office chair and sat down next to me. She buried her face in a file and let me do my work. I became increasingly warm under her desk, and sweat dripped from my forehead. I had the bad feeling that she would judge me and my figure, even though she wasn’t paying attention to me.
Nevertheless, I tried to present my back in the best possible position. Like a teenager, I wanted to attract her attention and used my charm for this. Especially in this position near her legs, I felt very comfortable. Compared to other women, I was naturally the submissive one, and Gwendoline Ribbentrob radiated an undeniable dominance that I would gladly submit to. When I finished replacing the card in the computer, I turned somewhat awkwardly under the desk and was about to cautiously get up when my gaze unintentionally lingered between her legs.
Under the strict red business suit, I expected matching red underwear, but Ribbentrob was completely bare, presenting me with a very deep view of her completely hairless slit. Immediately, I directed my gaze to the floor and hoped she hadn’t noticed anything. Obviously not, because she asked absentmindedly, "Is that stupid box working again now?"
Croaking, I answered, "I assume so, but I’ll check it once more for safety."
I hadn’t realized how dry my mouth had become under her desk. I should quickly escape from her office and drink a bottle of water before I dried out. On the other hand, I actually didn’t want to leave this woman’s office at all, except of course with her in tow. This favor she didn’t do for me. After a successful test of her internet connection, she thanked me briefly and then asked to be left alone. She had something else to work on, unlike me. With a last longing glance at her, I sneaked out of her office and needed to collect myself for a moment before taking the wrong turn.
Like a whipped dog, I returned to my basement room and wasn’t even alone there. A complete team was currently struggling through the dirt accumulated over the years, removing the rusty storage shelf and scrubbing through my new office. The ceiling light had been replaced with a modern LED lamp in cold white. Under this light, you could see the entire dirt much better than under the old flickering neon tube. In this chaos, I couldn’t form a clear thought and therefore decided on the evening immediately. I grabbed my bag and headed out to my car on the company parking lot.
The drive was completely uninterested, and I only thought about the encounter with the boss in her office. She had completely mesmerized me, so it wasn’t surprising that I missed a red light and hit another traffic participant with a loud thud on their bumper, who was standing there as expected. This was exactly what I didn’t need that day. If misfortune was on my hands, then it should be complete, not just a little bit. Instead of going home, I had to attend a conversation with police officers from the traffic department and deliver my car to the workshop. Fortunately, there were only minor dents without injuries.
My first few days in the new office became an increasing challenge. Exactly Ribbentrob seemed to have caught a week as well because almost daily I had to appear in her office again to deal with smaller errors in her hardware and software. Although nothing happened between us during these visits, I still felt that the sexual tension was almost tangible. At the same time, I continued trying to build a proper computer from spare parts for my new office, which still didn’t deserve the name, and finally get rid of the old wreck blocking my desk.
To save costs, I used completely new parts for even the smallest problems in the company, although the errors often only lay in the software. The still good used parts that had been removed I used for my new build in the office. This didn’t go unnoticed by anyone, and after not even a whole week, I was very close to my goal. Only one power supply was missing, which I then simply ordered. My boss prepared me for the fact that my absent colleague probably wouldn’t return, and I would have to take over his position in this department. Secretly, I was happy because I knew I would always be at the leader’s office again and maybe get a little closer to her.
Exactly that kept happening. During my work hours, I always made sure to appear in the leader’s office. It even went so far that I secretly installed some code lines in her software that caused an error, just so she had to call me and I could see her. It seemed that she actually liked this because she sometimes also had things to do that had caught her attention. I had the whole time the feeling that we were getting closer without any physical contact between us. Thereby, I would have loved lying under her desk several times and occupying myself with her hairless slit.
Unfortunately, it never came to that, and our conversations always only revolved around my work and computer problems. Privately, we had less to do with each other. Nevertheless, I felt like I could win her. There were also occasional small signs that Gwendoline actually felt a little more for me, and I still hoped something might develop from this. Meanwhile, we even called each other by our first names, and she had a special way of emphasizing my name. Just that alone worked on me like an aphrodisiac and made not only my head go crazy.
My prolonged streak of bad luck slowly began to calm down, and nothing came at once anymore. Two days were quiet, which provided some relief. After that, something else still broke. The last thing that gave up was my TV at home. I wanted to watch a nice series before going to bed but only got sound without image. With my rental car, I took the device for repair and after two hours was told that my control unit was destroyed and the picture couldn’t be displayed anymore. A new one would cost almost as much as a completely new TV.
I couldn’t afford that so easily. Just the costs of my accident already broke every budget I had set. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have made it through the month with my income. My finances weren’t exactly blessed. For the work I did all day, I was clearly underpaid. But this was largely due to how our department was treated in the company. We were just the gray mice who spent the whole day hiding behind a screen, and from the company’s perspective, the work we did wasn’t necessarily essential.