[RajDarge] 🌳 Their jobs and their girls' adventures. (In AI)

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[RajDarge] Breaking Race Rules 35
Suki Selling Stuff.

“Just a few adjustments” The mechanic said. Some strange and dangerous tool rolled on the benchtop as his assistant took her from underneath. Their timing was impeccable, typical for mechanics. The table she lay on was a different story, it bucked and rocked with all 3 of their combined efforts.

 

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[RajDarge] Breaking Race Rules 36
Suki Selling Stuff.

So the production staff all had their turn now. One took the top, another the bottom. Some even had second helpings. This time she let the men do most of the work.

 

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[RajDarge] Breaking Race Rules 37
Suki Selling Stuff.

Almost done, the producer took her little front slit, and the camera crew did her arse. Even though ther were the invisible stars of the show, professionals that they were, of course they had to get the best shot of the day.

 

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[RajDarge] Breaking Race Rules 38
Suki Selling Stuff.

“Well that was a job well done.” She said and “Thanks everyone for a good day!” The producer said “That's a wrap”.
She lay in a pool of semen and fake engine oil and felt warm and sated and fulfilled. It was a great day and a great shoot.

 

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[RajDarge] A NYE fantasy 01
A night to remember

What he was thinking.
“Holy fuck, what is that!” under his breath. He was looking at the new girl.
Standing at some distance from the radiant glow of her beauty, he tried to look but not get caught looking - like every guy in the office.
“Is something that beautiful even possible? How can she be so perfect?
If I was 36 years younger, I still wouldn’t have an ice cube's chance in hell of landing that broad”.
There were always a bunch of guys much higher in the pecking order. Super confident ones, good looking ones, the charming ones.
Some guys with combinations of the above, and some with all 3 qualities. He was a virgin till 35. There was a good reason why.
He might be plain, a little overweight, balding and awkward around girls - but she would definitely go for me, NOT!
Every guy in the office was younger than him to boot. He wasn’t a boss or anything, he just worked hard, and in the shadows.
Normally that would suit him, but the girls wanted a go getter, someone who stood out, and earned the big bucks.
He was comfortable, and could support another, and even children and a house. But definitely in the lower middle class.
This girl was High Value with a capital HV.
He met eyes with the girl, across the room, but only for a second.
He lost his train of thought, mid sentence, and the word he was about to say came out a little loud and high pitched as his voice broke over it.
People turned to look at him as he gave out a strangled cry where a word should have been.
“Oh shit, shit, shit, now everyone is staring at me” he thought, unfortunately out loud.
He cast his gaze down, the embarrassed blush over his face, hidden. “Like I was saying, the management software from the other company is…”
He stopped. Nobody was listening, the new girl was giggling at his faux pas, and all the men and women took her lead and started laughing too.
It was a forced laugh, not a lot of malice, just trying to look good in front of the new girl.
“Fine then, i’ll just take it, plenty more fish in the ocean like that one.” he remembered to say it only to himself this time, as he stared into his empty glass.
Who was he kidding? In the office was a 20 out of 10, no chance there was more than one like that in his lifetime.
He went back to his tiny personal office, and hid over his computer. It didn’t even have a door, but if he huddled in a particular way, people seemed to not notice him.
He heard a tiny, melodious voice nearby say “I’m sorry I giggled before. That was unkind. My name is Melody, pleased to meetcha”. Long pauses between each sentence.
He turned his head to look into her eyes, from this distance she was so beautiful, even more beautiful than from a distance. She literally took his breath away, and he was left speechless.
She smelled so good, he could almost taste it. Instantly his mouth was dry, and words again failed him.
His senses were being assaulted with her, and her closeness. “Fuck, fuck, fuck fuck fuck” drummed in his head. He just stared at her.
“What’s your name?” She asked.
For a moment, nothing registered, he didn’t know what the hell she was talking about. “Why does she want to know my name?” was the question screaming in his head.
“What is my fucking name?” He thought to himself. “Um George” he squealed out after a long pause.
He looked down. Looking at that face, and talking at the same time had compatibility issues. He let the silence linger. He had nothing more to say.
“Well, I’m the new girl. You probably knew that right. Is it ok if I ask for help, when I get lost and stuff?”
With a renewed confidence he said “Yeah, sure, I guess.” He let the silence hang and turned back to the computer, to continue pretending to work.
“Well I guess I’ll be seeing you ‘round. I really, truly am sorry for all that before”. He did not make the mistake of turning around for this apology.
He heard her steps as she left. “Phew, I can get back to my nightmare life. That dream certainly has no part in it.” he muttered to himself.
Hurriedly he turned to see her perfect behind walk off, not as far off as he thought she should be. “Surely she didn’t hear that?” he thought to himself.
What would it matter?
“She might report me for sexual harassment, though, I needs to be careful and not make an enemy of her.”
That night he downloaded some of the security camera footage of the encounter and imagined her in a tight lace knickers and bra.
He jerked off to that vision for the next few weeks. He had to stop though. He was getting obsessed, and he came so quickly imagining her nakedness.
The next few weeks were strange. Every few days she would ask him a simple question, an idiot would know the answer.
He had heard her talk to others and give a presentation, she was no idiot.
She would say to him “could you explain that more, or in a different way” and wouldn’t leave him alone till he had explained the same thing in 2 or 3 different ways.
What game was she playing? What was she setting him up for? Was she after his job?
She worked in a different field, there was little she needed to talk to him about normally.
She wasn’t setting him up, he was sure of that. There were so many guys who would orbit her, and they would test her boundaries. There was an incident, he didn’t really know the details, where she slapped someone in the office. He never saw that guy again. If she wanted him gone, he would have been.
When she stood and asked her dumb questions, she was always a little too close. He could smell her, and the light would shine through her gossamer hair.
Her eyes were bright and sparkled more than eyes should.
On those days that she talked to him, he couldn’t sleep, he would dream of her nakedness and dirty the sheets with endless spurts of semen.
She was killing him slowly. A beautiful semen vampire, draining him, living rent free in his pants.
New Year's Eve.
The office party, that went on and on and on. The only brief relief was a few awkward words to Melody.
He left, and watched the early fireworks at 9pm off in the distance, from his bedroom window.
His arousal at her name was unnatural. He pictured her in her lace underwear, that got him hard. The fireworks went off in his hand as he imagined her naked, laying on his bed.
He drifted off to sleep.

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[RajDarge] A NYE fantasy 02
A night to remember

What She was thinking.
She liked older men. It was kinda unnatural.
Everyone in this new office was so YOUNG. WTF?
She knew she was trouble. Every guy took one look at her, and thought of her as a prize.
She wasn’t a prize. She had a brain. She had a banging body, and great looks, but she could have an intellectual conversation.
She like poetry, art, and cooking. She loved making things for people to eat.
She loved the delight on their faces as they sunk their teeth into mouth watering deliciousity.
All the men thought she was the deliciousity, but they were so wrong.
Anything under 50 was definitely underdone.
Only one old dude in the office. A homely one. But just my type. She wasn’t looking for braun with no stamina.
She was looking for “the one”.
The one who she could trust, implicitly with her own life. He could hold her tight and confidently and do what they wanted together.
She wanted the selfless lover that she could blend and mix with and kneed into to make that perfect love cake.
She had found her mark, and pursued him like a homing pigeon.
She found the occasional, non-obvious excuse, and would ask him questions that everyone knew the answer to.
She had embarrassed him on her first day, and she had apologised - but rightfully he would be wary.
He looked particularly like bruised fruit, in amongst this office of Adonis wanna-bee’s. The lowest peg on a very tall later.
In the small talk she shared with him, she managed to find out his address. Without him realising, she was sure.
The suburb, a street name, and finally the street number.
She had been stirring the mix for weeks now. She could tell that the dough was soft and ripe.

New Year’s Eve.
She wore a white cocktail dress. One that left little to the imagination. The office butterflies would circle her. Men and women alike.
Her magnetism was unbridled by this dress. People were descending on her with her tremendous pull.
She did her usual social ladder climbing, attracting the right eyes, she knew how to play the game.
But she found George in some office hiding, it wasn’t his.
She spoke a few gentle words of encouragement to him, but one of the girls grabbed her arm and wanted to talk. Nek moment - he was gone.
It didn’t matter. She had set the oven on, and she knew tonight that she had found what she was looking for.
She knew a night of delight was ahead of her. She pictured the ropes she had in her bag tied around her delicate body.

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[RajDarge] A NYE fantasy 03
A night to remember

New Years Eve
What he was thinking
That dress.
He had built up some kind of tolerance to her presence. It wasn’t instant apoplexy any more.
“You look nice George”, she said.
He was dressed as he usually was, in his ill fitting, old fashioned, and just plain old suit.
It was standard office attire. It was his standard office attire.
“You look nice too” was not what he was thinking. At least he got some words out.
That dress. His pulse was pounding in his head.
“You looking forward to the fireworks?” She asked.
“I guess, I see the early ones sometimes from my bedroom.” He replied.
“Oh your flat looks out over the city?” She continued.
“Yes, I can see the bigger fireworks sometimes, but it's not a flat”. He said, thinking this conversation is more inane than usual.
“I’d love to see them sometime. My place is so small, there’s barely enough room to swing a trussed up cat.” She giggled out.
“Um, I guess so, I’ve never really thought about how much room you would need for that”.
He was a trifle confused at what she was saying. Trussed up cat, who trusses up a cat. She giggled a little louder at his faint humour.
“Yes I know the phrase is ‘ Not enough room to swing a cat’. But think about it, there is no way you could swing a cat unless it was tied up and trussed up or something like that”. He pictured it in his mind. Still nonplussed.
“Well if I get drunk enough, I might just end up at your place. Don’t worry I have the rope, you can swing me around as a test”.
“Ok, Fiona, I’ll come and have a look, I’m talking to George right now.” She said to Fiona as she entered the room and grabbed her elbow.
“Fiddlesticks, Melody, the gang is asking for you. I’m sure George, or whatever his name is, won’t mind.” Fiona, an attractive girl of 30 or so, led Melody off.
He took this opportunity to sneak out. He had no idea what she was talking about. What a strange conversation.
Picturing her tied up in ropes, trussed up was a new eroticism that he had not imagined before. A set of fireworks went off as he pictured her on his bed, with fireworks in the background. It was a new pleasure, and he slept soundly.

What she was thinking.
She had known that her words had ignited a fire in him.
She imagined herself tied up, waiting his pleasure, waiting for him to pleasure her.
She knew, she just knew, it was all right. This moment, she had been working towards.
She was working towards him. She would feed upon her lust and ignite his.
She longed for the constrictive ropes in her bag, and spanking. She wanted spanking.
“If he played his cards right, I would be his sex slave for life, tied up like a pet in his basement. God I hope he has a basement.”

 

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[RajDarge] A NYE fantasy 04
A night to remember

What she was thinking.
How to seduce my man? How to bind him so he binds me?
These are questions that she had answered long ago. She lost her virginity at a young age. A series of pointless relationships, fucks if you will.
Pointless boys with no gravitas. When they got what they wanted, they would find some other conquest. She knew her beauty, it was hard to ignore.
But instead of a boon, it was a burden. It was hard to see the good in people when they were lost in your eyes.
They were just eyes, and they observed a world with cynicism and snarkiness.
She tried so hard to sift through the endless sea of delicious bodies, pretty faces, and witty commentary. She could not deny their attraction.
But familiarity bred contempt, in her of them, and in them of her. The tedium of finding out how boring these men were was only topped by the very next bore.
A slow descent into utter disdain righted itself in an epiphany. Rather than pick and choose from her suitors, and there were dozens of those, she would pursue her man when she found him. As the meteoric rise through the ranks her beauty and intelligence had propelled her, she had used her skills deftly. She knew who to fuck, not that it bothered her any more. But each man was a stepping stone to the One. She had used her nudity before, as a weapon. She knew it could disarm a man from 20 meters. “Perhaps I should show up at his door naked? Do you think that he would get the message then?” She knew this was not the right approach, but toyed with the idea anyway before discarding it.

What He was thinking.
He slept and dreamt of white lacy underwear, of nudity and strangely of anal sex. He had dreamed this before, with other women, but the ropes were new. His subconscious mind chewed on that thought while he was deep in dreams.

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[RajDarge] A NYE fantasy 05
A night to remember

Fireworks.
What she was thinking.
The red dress she changed into for the fireworks was the wrong choice. The white dress was like revealing a magnet. The red dress was turning the dial up to 11.
Men like moths would come to meet their doom at her side. She was not kind. There were too many, and they were relentless. A few were a little handsy, but her boss was her guard tonight. He was a bit handsy himself, he just wanted first call, so he fended them off.
She found an excuse, “powdering her nose” or something else, called an uber and went straight to George’s home.
It was quiet on the suburban street. There were no lights on in the house. She could make out a little path to the side of the house,
She trespassed on to it. A small paddock with a barn was there. There were no animals, but it looked like an old dairy.
“What was she doing?” she said out loud. “I should go to the front door like a good little girl.” But she knew she wasn’t a good girl. She was a bad girl, at least when it came to older men. She had tried them out before, and found them better than those her age. It was almost fashionable now. They were nice, but not enough in the end.
“Georgie must be loaded, a paddock and barn in the city.I can see the stairs to a basement through the back window. I think I packed my harness. I’m getting quite wet now just thinking about it.”
She also had a milking fetish, and an impregnation fetish. She could get pregnant, and he could keep the milk coming from her tits in the dairy. She could be his milker. What fun. Her mind was afire tonight. She had so many fetishes, she could indulge them all with the right man. She was thinking about her boobs, swollen and engorged with breast milk. He could hook her up and fuck her ass and pussy while she gave milk to feed them. She had to stop with a shudder of delight coming from deep inside her.

What He was thinking.
There was an intruder in the backyard. He was woken by the silent alarm that buzzed on his phone in his bedroom.
He got out his baseball bat as quietly as he could.
He walked to the back of the house. He’d left the light to the basement on. He made sure to stay out of the spill from the light. If he turned it off, whoever was in the backyard would see. Last time it was just some animal that had gotten trapped in the yard. He knew he should have put on some shoes and clothes, his pyjama pants were a bit threadbare. He didn’t have time.
But he was sure he could hear someone talking.
Silently he opened the back door.
He could see a small shape in the entrance to the dairy.
There was minimal light, just something looming in the entrance.
He had a bat, but no idea how to use it.
“Stop, this is private property, if you don’t leave now I’ll call the police. I’ve got no money kept here”.
There was no answer, but he could tell the figure had turned around.
He couldn’t make out anything in the dim light.
He reached for his phone to turn on the light, but dropped the bat in the process. He bent down to pick it up, and when he stood up and peered into the gloom with his torch he saw her.
There was Melody, wearing nothing but a leather harness. Her tits out, wearing boots. She was slick with sweat or oil or something.
He was shocked into silence, but his cock shot straight up. He couldn’t control it.

What happened next.
“Oh George, don’t call the police, please don’t call them. I’ll be a good girl”
She stepped the distance between them, and descended to her knees.
She buried her face in his flimsy pants.
George was still holding the phone with his hand, one hand awkwardly holding the baseball bat.
Shocked he could say nothing.
She smiled from her knees up at him in the phone light.
Her smell made his erect penis even harder.
She smiled at the huge bulge in his pants.
She pulled them down and devoured his cock in her sweet mouth.
George dropped the bat for a second time that night.
He managed to keep the phone with its light on her face.
He had turned on the camera by accident,
She smiled at the camera as he came in her mouth.

That night they discussed her fantasies and she taught him how to love her properly.
His sleep that night was untroubled as she lay across his chest, bound to him like he bound her.

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[RajDarge] Ophelia's Story 01
Melody introduces Ophelia to George

Ophelia Loved to skateboard. She WAS a skateboarder, if there is such a thing. She didn’t suck at it by any means, but she wasn’t the best either.​

Because she wasn’t the best, she had to be other things too. Like everybody else who worked to live, she had to support her habit somehow.

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[RajDarge] Ophelia's Story 02
Melody introduces Ophelia to George

Ophelia Loved to skateboard. She WAS a skateboarder, if there is such a thing. She didn’t suck at it by any means, but she wasn’t the best either.
Because she wasn’t the best, she had to be other things too. Like everybody else who worked to live, she had to support her habit somehow.

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[RajDarge] Ophelia's Story 03
Melody introduces Ophelia to George

She worked as a delivery driver. She didn’t like it much, but it paid the bills. She would drive her van all over town, wherever she was told to go. She would be there in a flash. She didn’t suck at delivering packages, but she wasn’t the best at it in the world. So to supplement her income, she would accept tips for odd jobs. So with the job delivering, and the odd payment for riding her skateboarding, and the favors that she got paid for she could put together enough to be what she REALLY was underneath it all. The thing she could tell nobody about. Something she wanted kept private, confidential and to herself.
It wasn’t as if this thing was all that bad, at least according to her judgment on it. She just had the feeling that if she told too many people about it, they might react in a bad way, or something bad might happen. It's something that she talked about with her mates, when she was drunk or high, and then afterwards - she would either ignore it, or if someone happened to mention something about it, she would pretend she never said anything. Fortunately she was not a stoner like most of her mates. She hanged with them, but like, it wasn’t important hanging. There was a part of her that would float along, being that thing that she was; and the rest of her would deal with life, work and all else.
“Dear Reader” she would say aloud, to an unseen audience, “You are probably asking yourself - what is it, what is this thing that I am?”. Even to herself, she was shy. “Shy”. She said aloud. A curious word, she mused. Is it good, is it bad? What is good, what is bad? She wasn’t shy in any way, except to herself.

 

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[RajDarge] Ophelia's Story 04
Melody introduces Ophelia to George

She took an internal breath and then just said it. slut . She was a Slut. She was a Sllluuttt. She was a SLUT, all caps. “S - L - U - T” she mouthed it out, exaggerating each letter. She loved the way it moved her mouth, like she was casting a slut spell and the motions of her lips and tongue brought it to life.​

She looked around, nobody heard, even though she held her breath during the entire internal outburst. “Yes my intrepid sleuth, you ask yourself - whatever can she mean”. She said this out loud. She wasn’t sure what intrepid meant, but it was in something someone said to her and it sounded cool, when said with a fake English accent.
She like to fuck. She liked to be fucked, she liked fucking. That’s the beginning, the middle and the end of it all. The rest was a con job. A cover story for the media.

 

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[RajDarge] Ophelia's Story 04_1
Melody introduces Ophelia to George

 

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[RajDarge] Ophelia's Story 05
Melody introduces Ophelia to George

She loved being naked and thinking about sex. While she was driving she would touch herself to get that sensation. “On my arm you dirty bastard, get your mind out of the gutter” she said aloud, and kept to herself the “where my mind lives all the time” retort.​

Ophelia had tried public nudity, usually combined with one of her other less salacious pastimes. Naked skating, naked skateboarding, naked driving. The level of danger increased her excitement. She was always careful to avoid cameras, but the whole point was to risk being caught, or actually be caught. This would usually lead to another customer, or a rude comment. Nothing particularly harmful.
In her van the only people that could see down into her cab were truckies, they would honk at her in appreciation, so no danger element there. Her company van did carry more risk though as it could be identified. The upside is that she could get down and dirty and insert all kinds of things in for the occasional Truckie that could see.

 

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[RajDarge] Ophelia's Story 06_1
Melody introduces Ophelia to George

Her delivery job was the most dull, and also the most dangerous. Some of the place were: “Fuck me!” dangerous. Truth be told that happened more than once. On those times she expected a generous tip. She would also have a camera going so she could live stream the interaction. The guys always paid once they knew that was the deal. She got money for fucking, and money for watching being fucked. She would often watch the streams herself, after being edited a little, and get off on the memory. Being a total, shameful, slut had its upside too. She was never far from that carnal impulse, she craved it.​

She loved lingerie. Frilly lacy things that felt smooth against your skin, had intricate patterns that covered and revealed at the same time. She liked to dress up, as most of the time she wore a pink tracksuit. It had become her signature dish. The other guys at work called her that: “a signature dish”. They said it when they thought they were out of earshot. She knew better. With deliveries, she rarely interacted with other people except customers. There were no work buddies to speak of.

 

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[RajDarge] Ophelia's Story 06_2
Melody introduces Ophelia to George

 

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[RajDarge] Ophelia's Story 07
Melody introduces Ophelia to George

She was a closet Otaku, or “weeb”.

 

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[RajDarge] Ophelia's Story 07_2
Melody introduces Ophelia to George

 

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[RajDarge] Ophelia's Story 08
Melody introduces Ophelia to George

She was a closet Otaku, or “weeb”. It's strange that Anime was cool when she was young, and then wasn’t cool, and now was kinda cool again. She didn’t care much for other people’s opinions about her or pretty much anything else. She had read plenty of girls' fiction too in her time. It was all fucking. It was fucking a distant relative or friend, or a relative and their sons on a single night. The stories were pretty far-fetched, and often written to the intelligence of a toddler, but it was a fun way to pass the time. She had little contact with her family. Biological, adopted or fostered, so she had no hangups about family hookups. Her inner monologue was full of slutty thoughts about a slut doing slutty things. “I think they call it Hentai?” For some reason when she recalled her past, all the images were in Anime form. The Hentai that Really got her off was particularly racy, and erotic. Tentacles everywhere, spanking, semen, vaginal juices running all over. She imaged being tentacle raped in her van. This always made her cum.