A morning in the life of Adlynn Pili
A morning in the life of Adlynn Pili.
Her alarm goes off at 4:30 am - it’s a soft sound that slowly escalates as she sits up in her primarily white and immaculately clean room. It’s more of a loft style apartment so it is very open with hardly any walls at all. The windows that are tinted black at night to keep out copious amount of city lights but now that it was so early it was still really just…. More city lights neon colors reflecting off of the white marble surfaces.
She takes a shower - 10 minutes
She does her makeup; a practiced art and specifically how her boss desires it - 10 minutes
Her hair - 30 minutes
She puts on attractive undergarments; not at all professional or comfortable but again it is how Charles desires it - 5 minutes since she chose her outfit the night before.
Her clothes over that; which she also picked - another 5 minutes.
Now it is 5:30 am and she can enjoy her coffee and nutrient pack for 20 minutes and orders a Travl car. In the car she pulls up her tablet and begins to sort through important emails. Emails that she will answer herself, emails she will ignore, emails that Charles will wish to answer himself.
There are less emails than usual today. So she has time to sit and just ponder for a moment how her life got to this point.
She was at the top of her class. Everyone was so excited for her when she got her job at AE - that was the company to work for if you wanted to get anywhere in this world! And someone as smart as she was was bound to make great strides in her career! She had been so excited when she had gotten an interview with Charles in person. She had brought her portfolio full of blueprints of plans and ideas and hoped to make a good impression.
They talked for a moment, he seemed charming and fun. She was hopeful.
“Show me how well you can use your mouth and I’ll give you the job.”
She was disgusted and horrified - she protested.
“Then I suppose you can through your degree in the trash… because I will make sure that no one else hires you.” he smiled.
She relented.
“Your mouth is too good to waste in the labs! I am willing to give you a job in R&D … but … if your pussy is as good as your mouth… I’ll let you be my personal assistant - three times the starting salary… and an apartment that the company will pay for in the heart of the city…” He whispered as he wiped at her mouth. “What do you say… if you do good work for 7 years I’ll get you a job anywhere you want - or you can retire and you’ll never want for nothing.”
She sat on his lap. He signed her contract.
7 had been a random number to her… but she supposed it was the carrot on the stick. It seemed more attainable than 10 years… but it was clear that he was probably planning on her giving up by then. Still, she had managed to work on an uncomfortable sort of synergy with him after all this time. 6 of the 7 years. Nothing he did really surprised her anymore.
She was there at the sudden rise of the improved Lovebots which had been his big pet project - she hadn’t seen that much of him during the initial testing phases since it was very secret. Just long enough to work out his frustrations by fucking her against his desk and then sighing in relief at the clear head he came away with and then dipped back into the lab again to continue working.
Suddenly the Lovebots were flying off the shelves. He gave her a thank you bonus of half a million dollars for the ‘clarity’ and flew with her to his private island to fuck her for a week straight - but only after he directed her to have her tubes tied and then all her eggs put on storage ‘just in case’ he didn’t want to get her pregnant but he didn’t want to use a condom either.
So it wasn’t all bad… but it wasn’t very good either…
She’d been in several magazines since then. Fashion magazines and even Faux-Feminist articles claiming that she was the modern ‘behind every great man there is a great woman’ story. Trying to spin it so that if she wasn’t there then he wouldn’t have been as he was. She would smile and laugh politely but not agree to a word of it. They would go on to talk about how much Charles cared about women’s rights and all the great things he did for animal charities.
He didn’t NEED her… if there was anything modern about her roll it was that she wasn’t forced so smile and act happy all the time… but he didn’t care about HUMAN rights, much less women’s. He was just a very good actor… sometimes it fooled even her. Moments on that island where she thought he actually cared…
6 am. She arrives at his home. She lets herself in with the hand print code that only she has access to aside from him and goes to the kitchen to begin making his breakfast. Which is just an overly lavish green shake. She gets to his gym just in time for him to be getting off of the treadmill as always and offered the drink to him as he wiped the sweat off his brow and she read off his schedule and alerted him to the few emails he had to respond to directly.
“Schedule in a dinner for us tonight.” he directs, “There’s that new vegan place opening up across town that I want to try. Make sure that we get the best table.”
“7pm?” She asks without skipping a beat and arranging a few things.
“Ahhh….. 7:30.” he decides before he finishes his drink and grinning, “perfect as always, sweetheart, go ahead and wash this for me while I take a shower, would you?” he asks as he hands it back to her and she nods; turning to return to the kitchen and wash out the glass to be used for tomorrow and make a couple notes about groceries that would need to be delivered before then so that she could make his shake properly the next day.
He comes out after taking a shower - dressed up in his suit most of the way. Not before bending her over the counter and spending 10 minutes thrusting into her from behind after not so gently pulling up her skirt and shifting her panties to the side while she moans and grips at the marble. He thinks himself a gentleman for wiping away the fluid before it can run down her thigh and onto her shoes.
She fixes her skirt and then fixes his suit - adjusting his tie - before they are off to the office.
Everyday like clockwork… And even though he thinks he’s being funny and spontaneous while they are in the private car she finds herself on her knees again to get him off a second time before they get to the building.
One more year. She wonders where he gets his stamina though. Is it being vegan? She suppose that’s the only real mystery she has left. And the small terrible voice in the back of her mind that still thinks ‘does he actually like me’ is a question. Of course the answer is no… and even if he did… he didn’t deserve her.
Just one more year…