TAP TAP TAP
By TempleSiren_NULL
Amanda stepped off the elevator at the top floor of the Alford-Nexus building. A confident, chipper voice greeted her.
“Good morning, Ms. Martinez. Did you want any coffee or tea ordered for the meeting?”
A curly-haired young woman was sitting behind a marble desk and was tapping away at her company-provided MacBook.
Amanda squinted her eyes at the girl, desperately trying to pull her thoughts away from the last meeting so she could answer the question.
“Just… Just water will be fine. Thank you, Jess.”
The girl smiled sheepishly and Amanda could see her cheeks just barely flush.
That’s right… Jess was the last secretary… Shit, what was this one’s name?
Amanda discreetly looked around for a nameplate or something else that might clue her in. The front of the desk had a spot for it, but all it said was “Secretary”. This girl must be too new to have gotten one yet. Amanda looked for a nametag, but it was covered as the girl reached up to tap her headset.
“Hello? Oh, Mr. Alford… Oh that’s okay, I can let them know… What? Oh, of course! Just give me a second…”
Amanda relaxed as the secretary seemed preoccupied with whatever Julian (or could it be the chairman?) needed. It was almost funny seeing the girl scramble to click through different tabs just to find the calendar.
If she doesn’t get her shit in order, she might not last long enough for me to learn her name…
If that happened, it’d be one less thing to worry about. Either way, her faux pas was forgotten now, and Amanda made her way to the board room. She waved at the secretary to unlock the door, but the girl was too involved in her computer to notice.
Amanda was annoyed, but thought better than to interrupt either of the Alfords to have the secretary unlock a door. She grabbed her badge from her lapel pocket, and swiped it in front of the door lock.
The red light switched to green and a loud click indicated the door was unlocked. Amanda opened the door and took one little indulgent look at her badge before she slipped it back on.
Amanda Martinez, CLOAlford-Nexus Industries
She smiled at those three little letters next to her name and reminded herself that she might decide the fate of hundreds of employees within the next hour.
She took her seat, an old fashioned, brown leather armchair positioned at the right hand of the CEO. Though he hadn’t arrived yet, so Amanda sat alone. She pulled her iPad from her bag and began reviewing the meeting notes; all the while pretending she couldn’t make out the whispers from the old hats at the far side of the table.
“Oh, that’s right, Julian appointed a new CLO last month.”
“Do you her name? I was pretty sure it was Jess.”
“Her name’s Mandy. You’re thinking of the secretary.”
Mandy. Amanda hated that name. It reminded her of an elementary teacher who had given her that nickname when another Amanda had ed the class. It didn’t matter that she had been there first, of course the pretty little blond girl got to go by whatever name she wanted and she had been left with a more working class name. Mandy was a good name for the waitress who serves coffee at Denny’s.
She had been happy enough to finally shake off that nickname in high school. Now, she had somehow regained it as a lawyer.
“Hey there, Mandy.” A thin man with salt-and-pepper hair, wearing a suit that must cost at least twice as much as hers, sat in the chair left of hers. Just after, a quiet, unassuming man with styled jet-black hair sat to her right.
“Good morning, Julian,” the Chief Executive Officer nodded in response and Amanda turned to her right, “Marcus.”
Marcus, the Chief Financial Officer casually nodded as he pulled out a laptop and began tapping away.
There was a loud click and the heavy oak doors swung open. Amanda’s instincts, honed by five years of fighting in courtrooms, took over before she could catch them. Her chair scraped loudly against the floor as she stood up, as if The Honorable Judge Raymond Alford had just stepped into the room.
Except, this wasn’t a courtroom and there was no judge. Instead, Raymond Alford, Chairman of the Board, scowled at her.
“This isn’t the military Ms. Martinez. Please sit down.”
Amanda could feel a bead of cool sweat sliding down her neck into the back of her shirt. That icy chill spread down her spine as she forced a smile, and sank back down into her leather chair.
A powerful hand gently patted her shoulder. The CEO leaned over to whisper in her ear, “Don’t sweat it, Mandy. Dad just wishes everyone stood up when he walked in.”
Amanda felt her jaw relax and only now realized how hard she’d been clenching it.
That’s why Julian’s the only one allowed to call me ‘Mandy’
It didn’t sound condescending when Julian said it. From him, it almost sounded like a childhood nickname that only survived between close friends. She’d only worked for him for three years, yet he had been the one fighting for her to be CLO. Even when the board wanted someone older. Someone who wasn’t her.
Someone who better looked the part.
Amanda looked around as the chairman took his seat. All eyes were glued to him. No one dared appear disinterested despite the fact he hadn’t said anything yet.
She wondered how many of them would be looking at their phones when it was her turn to speak.
“Well, Mr. Grayson, would you like to start us off?” The chairman motioned to the quiet man sitting beside Amanda, who quickly closed his laptop and began reciting.
“Thank you all for coming to this meeting so that we can discuss the future of our subsidiary, Vassal Tech. Now, while their contributions to the greater Alford-Nexus logistics and infrastructure cannot be understated, the question of the day is if they’ve…”
Marcus Grayson, CFO and the only person in the room younger than Amanda paused. Amanda knew he had been reading his script off his laptop before the meeting started. Was he pausing for effect, or had he actually forgotten what he already planned to say?
“…outlived their usefulness. The systems they spent a decade developing have been fully incorporated over the past year. Now, we are paying forty engineers and their entire staff to do R&D in case they might have further innovations which may improve the company.”
A loud, dramatic sigh came from the head of the table as Raymond Alford squeezed his temples.
“I’m sorry, this is what we’re meeting about?”
Amanda’s smartwatch buzzed. She ignored it.
“Just give the leadership severance packages and reassign the engineers to work in more relevant divisions. If someone else invents something we want, we’ll just buy that company instead of waiting for…”
Amanda raised her hand. Marcus stared at her with a look that was completely composed, but also terrified. The chairman spoke.
“Yes, Ms. Martinez? Do you have something to add to this waste of time?”
Amanda lowered her hand and took a breath. Composed herself.
I’m here because I’m the best. They can’t look down on me when I’m saving their asses.
She tapped her iPad several times and pulled up the merger contract with Vassal Tech. It was pretty deep in the contract, but she already had the section bookmarked.
“The transition services agreement you originally signed allows for ‘resource sharing,’ Raymond, but ‘forced relocation’ triggers the constructive dismissal clauses in their contracts.”
Why the fuck did I use his first name? He doesn’t call me by my first name. Damnit, Amanda! You’re better than this!
She hesitated, but didn’t stop. This was important. Both to the employees who would be fired and to her company which would pay the cost.
Her watch buzzed again. She continued anyway.
“If you happened to move them next Monday, you’d owe four million in immediate severance. On the other hand, if we wait until the Q3 vesting period, we can move them wherever we want for free.”
Raymond slumped back in his chair, his fingers never leaving his temples.
“Fine, let’s just get through this quickly.”
Amanda smiled and felt her shoulders relax. She leaned back in her chair and felt the damp, sweaty fabric of her shirt cling to her back, but she didn’t care. She’d proven her worth (for the day, at least), and with any luck, Raymond wouldn’t want to hear her open her mouth again.
“Good job, Mandy,” Julian whispered in her ear, “Dad probably would’ve just paid the severance and hoped no one up here would notice.”
He gave her a pat on the shoulder and she heard a soft buzz. Julian turned and checked something on his watch.
That’s right, she had gotten a couple messages while she was talking. She turned her wrist and tapped the screen. Two recent texts appeared.
GOOD MORNING AMANDALET’S PLAY TODAY
God, no… Not right now…
She almost began responding on her watch, but soon thought better of it. If Julian or Marcus saw what she was about to say…
Could she go pretend to use the restroom?
No. They’d all think she was running away after standing up to the chairman earlier.
Amanda settled on pulling her phone from her purse and holding it vertically so no one could see what she was typing.
Don’t feel awkward… It’s not like anyone is bothering to look at you anyway…
Now’s a bad time. In a board meeting.
A sweat drop slid into her eye. She slowly and carefully blinked the stinging pain away from her lens. She laid her phone face down in her lap and tried to listen to the meeting.
“Why not consider just paying the severance? Engineers aside, the average Vassal Tech employee makes 50k. On top of that—”
Amanda’s watch buzzed again. She frantically looked down at her phone to read the message.
AWW… THAT’S TOO BAD. WHY DON’T YOU CLEAR YOUR SCHEDULE FOR THIS AFTERNOON AND WE’LL PLAY THEN.
Amanda smiled in relief. She could make this work. She set her iPad down on the table and began tapping away; opening her calendar and reorganizing the rest of today’s meetings.
As she cleared one time slot after another, she couldn’t help but imagine what she’d be doing instead…
12:00 Lunch with the team
By noon, she’d be at his house, naked except for the thin pink leash he put on her during their first session. If she picked up some sushi on the way over, maybe she could even serve it off her body while he ignored her.
Her team could figure out lunch on their own.
12:00 Lunch with the team—CANCELED
A wave of cool relief washed over her despite her still-pounding heart. She was ready and so eager to do this for him. She looked at the next entry in her calendar.
1:00 Interviews for new paralegal
Why had she even assigned herself to that? Joey could handle it. By 1:00, she’d be face-down in her master’s bed as he showed her how little her CLO title mattered. Just a pathetic little plaything that belonged to the god who’d claimed her mind…
Amanda noticed her fingers had started curling. As if wrapping around…
1:00 Interviews for new paralegal—REASSIGNED TO JOEY
She let a soft, empty smile creep across her face.
I’m actually doing this. I’m cancelling everything to go serve him… Holy shit, I’m actually doing this at work…
She looked down at her phone, still resting on her lap. No one could see her lips move.
She whispered it, just loud enough that she could hear it, but no one else could.
“I… am… his… brainwashed… slave…”
Her phone lit up as her watch buzzed again. She could already read the text displaying on her lock screen.
WHY DON’T YOU GET YOURSELF WARMED UP FOR ME?
No… Don’t…
Her watch buzzed again. She saw the words the instant they appeared.
TAP TAP TAP
The world crystalized into focus.
I am his brainwashed slave.
His brainwashed slave had just been given an order.
Brainwashed slaves did not hesitate.
They only obeyed.
She slid her phone into her pocket and let her hand rest between her legs. Her middle finger moved automatically; finding the spot over her clit that it had become so familiar with.
She lifted her finger from that spot and then began tapping.
Tap… Tap… Tap…
Right on her clit. Just like he had taught her.
She’d spent hours staring at the metronome as it swung back and forth…
Tap… Tap… Tap…
Listening to his words as she masturbated…
Tap… Tap… Tap…
“Mandy?”
Her eyes shot open and Amanda only now realized she’d let them fall in the first place.
A dozen sets of eyes were all pointed at her, and she was all but frozen. Only one part of her could move…
Tap… Tap… Tap…
Her middle finger kept moving. Steady… Precise…
Trained.
The tapping itself was nearly silent against the fabric of her pants. It should have been barely a whisper, even to her own ear. Even quieter than her whispered confession a minute.
Tap… Tap… Tap…
So why was it so damn loud?
They can hear it. They can definitely hear it. Why isn’t anyone saying anything? Why can’t I stop?
No one moved. The board just sat and stared as her finger kept moving.
Tap… Tap… Tap…
Amanda realized it felt too good to stop. Even when Julian gently squeezed her shoulder.
“Mandy, you with us?”
“Y-yeah,” she choked out even as the tapping continued uninterrupted, “Sorry, got lost in thought thinking about something I overheard downstairs… Wanted to make sure we weren’t suddenly liable for something…”
She blinked a few times and composed herself.
“We’re good. I’ll make sure we double check the outgoing emails, but we’re good.”
Face-to-face with the CEO, Amanda was lying through her teeth as she tapped. As painful as it was to do this, she couldn’t bring herself to stop.
Please… Please buy this…
Julian frowned and Amanda could feel his eyes scanning her. Looking for any weakness, any proof that she wasn’t the person he thought she was. She waited for the accusation. For him to accuse her of being a horny little lawyer who cares more about touching herself than the company’s interests.
But Julian smiled instead.
“Can’t turn it off, huh? That’s why you’re the best, Mandy. Sorry for interrupting gentlemen. Craig, what were you saying?”
Amanda watched as the heads all turned away from her back towards the bald old man. He resumed some lamentation of the good-old days where employees actually worked for their company instead of auctioning themselves off to the highest bidder.
Amanda couldn’t imagine what that actually had to do with Vassal Tech, but she didn’t think too hard about it.
Her mind was elsewhere after all…
Tap… Tap… Tap…
She was on her knees in his office. The hypnosis had worked. She had entered trance and they’d finally be able to address the root of her stress.
She ed how horny she had been when he said this time he was going to take her deeper. When he pressed something on the metronome that made it swing faster.
She added a second finger as the rhythm doubled in her mind.
Tap-tap… Tap-tap… Tap-tap…
And vaguely wondered if the memory was even real. Had she really agreed to let him hypnotize her at first, or did he plant that memory in her while the metronome swung.
Tap-tap… Tap-tap… Tap-tap…
She looked down at her own tapping fingers and then back up to the people around her.
She was going to get caught. She knew she was. All she had to do was stop tapping… She could still visit her master… even tap along the drive there. He’d never know…
She could see the metronome in her mind’s eye. Feel the control it had over her mind. Even if she willed herself to stop, she could control her body no better than she could control the flow of time.
So just like the metronome, her fingers continued to tap, despite the meeting around her.
If she kept going, she’d get caught. Then she’d get fired. Then she’d have nowhere to go but to move in with him.
Why does that turn me on so god-damned much?
Tap-tap-tap… Tap-tap-tap… Tap-tap-tap…
The tips of her fingers were just starting to feel cold…
“Hey, Mandy?” Julian whispered.
He had leaned in so close. She could smell his cologne. Sandalwood and something else she couldn’t recognize…
Her nostrils flared as she tried to figure out what it was.
Tap-tap-tap… Tap-tap-tap… Tap-tap-tap…
That slightly-sweet and slightly-rank smell that no man’s cologne smelled like…
Her fingertips felt colder now… Almost as cold as her panties…
She suddenly realized what the smell was.
“Mandy?”
She turned to face Julian. Just as she did, she noticed his nostrils flare.
Tap-tap-tap-tap… Tap-tap-tap-tap… Tap-tap-tap-tap…
All four fingers were reminding her of the metronome now. It was like a drumline marching between her legs. Every thump and crash reminding her of what she is. Of what the metronome had turned her into…
And her clit throbbed to meet every hit.
Julian grabbed her shoulder again.
He can smell it. He knows…
“Are you alright? You’ve been really spacey this whole time.” His eyes fell to her iPad.
“Are you clearing your afternoon? What’s going on?”
Tap-tap-tap-tap… Tap-tap-tap-tap… Tap-tap-tap-tap…
She had to clear her afternoon. Had to open the path to her master. Had to kneel before him. Worship him. Serve him in any way he desired. It’s what she was trained for. What she was born for.
Tap-tap-tap-tap… Tap-tap-tap-tap… Tap-tap-tap-tap…
She just had to get out of here first.
“I… I’m sorry, Julian. I might…”
Come on. You’ve heard enough clients lie like this. You can do it convincingly.
“I… think I might be coming down with something… If it’s alright, I’m going to head home after this…”
Please… PLEASE… believe me…
Julian studied her, nostrils flaring once more.
He doesn’t believe me… He can tell…
Then he reached for a tissue from the center of the table and blew his nose. He opened the tissue and looked down at it in disgust.
“Yeah. Something’s definitely going around,” he said as he discarded the tissue.
Julian glanced around the board room and leaned closer. If his eyes drifted down between her legs… If the sound of her tapping got his attention…
Tap-tap-tap-tap… Tap-tap-tap-tap… Tap-tap-tap-tap…
His eyes dropped, but not towards her tapping fingers. He pointed at the next appointment on her iPad.
2:45 Meeting with Johnson and Smith
By 2:45, my master will have had his fun with me. He’ll go downstairs to watch TV and leave me in his bedroom with the metronome. I’ll sit and masturbate while it goes tap… tap… tap…
Amanda couldn’t help but let out the faintest whine as she tapped herself. Julian’s eyes darted to her, but then returned to the iPad.
“Yeah… you are not sounding good, Mandy… Okay, Johnson and Smith don’t know their ass from a hole in the ground. Don’t worry about them. Have Joey reach out to other firms who might actually be worth what they cost.”
Does he… Does he really not notice…?
Julian gave her a firm pat on the back.
“Just get through this meeting and take the rest of the day. If you’re getting sick, I want you better ASAP. Got it?”
“Y-yeah… Thanks chief…”
Why did I call him that? For fuck’s sake, Amanda.
Julian gave an awkward smile. “Don’t ever call me that, Mandy.”
Before she could respond he turned his attention back to his father, now fully invested in Craig’s tangent about “kids these days”.
Is this meeting ever going to fucking end?
Marcus had completely checked out at this point. His laptop was open again and he was tapping away.
Tap-tap-tap-tap… Tap-tap-tap-tap… Tap-tap-tap-tap…
She didn’t have to ask what he was doing. She could see easily enough that he was writing some macro for Excel. Tapping away at his computer. Programming it to do exactly what he wanted to.
Whenever he wanted it to.
She couldn’t help but match her fingers to his own.
Tap-tap… Tap-tap-tap-tap… Tap-tap-tap…
She was a computer, a computer being reprogrammed by her master. Computers only did what they were told. Computers felt no shame. If a computer was told to show a video of a masturbating woman, it wouldn’t hesitate just because a board meeting was happening.
No… she was less than a computer… A computer could calculate… maybe even think to some degree… she was no better than clockwork.
She lost the rhythm of Marcus’s typing and returned to the original rhythm of the metronome.
Tap… Tap… Tap…
She could feel the tackiness of her fingers. She had fully soaked through. Anyone who saw her in her charcoal gray suit would know exactly what she was doing.
She felt her pussy squeeze as she imagined it. Marcus would call her out at the end of the meeting and she’d fall to her knees crying. itting she was just a pathetic, horny, hypno-slut who can’t help but tap when her master orders.
And because he’d never told her to stop. She’d never stop tapping as she confessed.
And the whole board room would know. She’d be fired and have nowhere else to go.
A single drop of drool fell from her lips. She watched as it cascaded down onto the oak table.
She reached across her body to wipe it with her sleeve. It was obvious and awkward, but her right hand was too busy to deal with it.
Did I really start drooling during a meeting? For fuck’s sake…
She licked her lips to catch any other spit that might embarrassingly drop from her lips as she tapped herself. She tasted the lipstick she’d put on this morning.
A perfect dark red gloss. Her favorite brand…
By 3:00, it’ll be smeared all over Master’s cock
The metronome echoed in her mind. Her fingers followed its rhythm between her legs. Her head would bob like clock-work. An empty, wind-up toy for her therapist to play with however he wanted.
She imagined a metal knob sticking from the back of her head. He twisted it the same way he twisted the metronome. The arm would start swinging and her body would obey. She would tap her pussy in perfect rhythm as he rewrote her mind.
Tap-tap… Tap-tap… Tap-tap…
“What do you think, Mandy?”
Tap-tap-tap… Tap-tap-tap… Tap-tap-tap…
“Mandy?”
She couldn’t stop. She was too far gone. She had to keep tapping.
“Mandy!”
She was awake. She was in the board room. She looked down at her tablet beneath her to see the notes she prepared.
2:45 Meeting with Johnson and Smith—CANCELLED
Right. She had been rearranging her calendar. Preparing herself for…
“Martinez, are you here today? Should I take what you said earlier with a grain of salt?”
Amanda looked up at the chairman.
“I-I’m… sorry, sir?”
Julian slammed his palm down on the table.
“Mandy, I know you’re out of it, but we need you on this: If Vassal tries to sue over last year’s reorganization, are we liable?”
Right… Vassal Tech… Last year’s reorganization… I… don’t… know…
Her fingers never stopped moving.
Tap-tap-tap-tap… Tap-tap-tap-tap… Tap-tap-tap-tap…
It had gone too far… She couldn’t talk her way out of this… Not when her mind was just… tapping...
“I… I don’t know, sir…”
Julian’s eyes grew wide.
“What do you mean, you don’t know. Why do you think I pushed you up to CLO if you can’t answer a simple liability question when you’ve got a cold?”
She felt a queasiness as the room started to tilt. All the men seemed to grow taller around her. The room was getting darker. Amanda could barely breathe. Barely move. Only her fingers.
Tap-tap-tap-tap… Tap-tap-tap-tap… Tap-tap-tap-tap…
“I’m sorry. Please excuse me.”
The chair toppled over as Amanda scrambled to stand. She fell hard onto the floor and could feel the bruise already forming on her knee.
A click, and the doors open. The secretary ran inside. As Amanda winced in pain, she now noticed the nametag on the girl’s shirt read “Olivia”.
She dragged herself to her feet and pushed past Olivia into the entryway. Her arousal was leaking down her inner thigh as her knee throbbed in protest. She slammed her hand on the “down” button.
Thank god, the elevator’s on the right floor.
The doors opened immediately and Amanda stepped in, tapping the “door close” button with the same intensity she gave her clit.
As the doors slid shut, she caught one last glimpse; the entire board staring in disbelief, the overturned chair… and a dark wet patch glistening off the expensive brown leather.
If they didn’t already know, they’d find out quickly.
As the elevator descended, Amanda fell to the floor. She felt her legs opening all on her own and with all the ion of a metronome, her fingers got back to work.
Tap… Tap… Tap…
Soon, she’d be back where she belongs.