I barely felt anything. They said I might feel a sharp pain when they implanted the chip at the base

I barely felt anything. They said I might feel a sharp pain when they implanted the chip at the base of my skull, but it happened so fast. Now that I have the chip, I can control anything or anyone, as long as they get a chip that is paired with mine. We tested it with a mouse first. All I had to do was think about it running on the wheel and it would run. I could make it eat. I could stop it from eating. I could even hold it in the palm of my hand and it wouldn’t run away.

“You can’t make another sentient being do something they really don’t want to do though,” they warned me. For example, I can’t make the mouse jump into a fire, not that I would want to…

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My phone buzzes. Is it who I’m hoping it is?

Yes.

Emily: SHOTS??

Me: Long day?

Emily: So long.

Me: Come on over.

Emily and I have been drinking buddies ever since we worked in the bar together 5 years ago. But now we both have grown-up jobs, which means less fun, but on the plus side, we’re both able to pay rent every month. I’ve always had a thing for her, but I just don’t know if she thinks of me that way. Now would be the time. We’re both single now, for the first time in a long while. I could tell her how I feel, but it’s hard, you know? I don’t want to make it weird.

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I hear the back door open. I’m nervous.

“Shots?” she calls from the kitchen.

“Already lined up,” I reply.

We take a few shots, and I’m feeling pretty good. Emily is on a roll, complaining about work. It’s what we do now. I want to listen, I do. And it’s not that I’m bored, I’m not. I’m just waiting for a good time. And I can’t help but fantasize about how it might turn out.

“UGHHH, and my headdddd,” she puts her forehead down on the table.

“Hurts?” I say.

“ALWAYS,” she groans. “This is what happens when you sit at a computer all day. These machines are killing us!”

“You want the magic fingers? I might be able to fix it. Or it will stay the same. Or there’s a small chance I will make it worse,” I offer.

She closes her eyes tight and nods her head yes. I’m still not sure what to do.

I get up and stand behind her. I start to rub her shoulders and my heart races. She moans a little. I close my eyes and imagine it’s from something else. I move her long blonde hair to the side and work on her neck. “That feels so good,” she murmurs. These are the words I’ve been wanting to hear. I run my fingers through her hair and she shivers slightly. I reach in my pocket.

“Don’t stop!” she says.

“Sorry, I had an itch.”

“It’s okay, now get back to work,” she orders.

I do. She smells so good. Am I a huge creep? Probably, but I don’t care.

“Ouch!” she flinches.

“Sorry… I warned you,” I apologize.

“It’s okay, overall still very good,” she lets out a deep breath. God, I love touching her. I don’t want to stop.

“Hold on,” she says. Ugh, I knew it. “Can I take off my shirt? Would that be better?”  

Holy shit. It’s really happening.

“Uh, of course,” I try to sound casual, but it doesn’t matter. She’s already unbuttoning. She stands up and faces me. She’s not wearing a bra, and I try not to stare at her perfect tits. She looks at me in a way she’s never looked at me before. To be honest, I don’t think any woman’s ever looked at me quite like this.

I’m thinking about throwing her on the bed. I’m imagining her looking at me exactly like this as I pull off her pants and tease her wet pussy with my cock.

“Can we go to your bedroom?” she says, biting her lip. “Please?”

I tell her that we can.