Chapter I
Sun rays filtered through the blinds, gently casting beams of golden light into the expansive office on the highest floor, just beneath the exclusive board of directors' level. The soft, orange hue signaled the approaching evening as the sun gracefully began its descent. Amidst this picturesque scene, one particular ray found its way to Amanda's face, illuminating her features from the chin down as she diligently typed on her keyboard, completely absorbed in her task at hand.
After the regular working hours had passed, Amanda lingered in her office, determined to set her secretive plan in motion. Her heart raced with anticipation as she deftly entered commands into the terminal. Two impressive widescreen monitors set on her spacious mahogany desk, showcasing her authority and status as the chief engineer. Aside from the elegant wardrobe, which conveyed her professionalism, she also believed in the opulent furnishings, just to further emphasize her position of power.
“Come on!” She took a deep breath as she finally accomplished her goal: gaining root access to one of the employees' accounts.
Emma Karlsson, a recent addition to her department, had been brought in with the aim of revolutionizing the creation process at nSoft Corp. The CEOs saw potential in this audacious young blonde, who fearlessly voiced her ideas.
Emma boldly advocated for integrating AI into the software parser to automate the entire pipeline. To the chiefs, Emma was viewed as a young prodigy, but Amanda saw her as nothing more than a troublesome cutthroat. Their recent heated exchange still fresh in her mind, Amanda's determination only grew stronger.
She remembered the face that stared back at her—defiant rather than horrified. This unexpected reaction surprised her; after all, just being summoned to her office typically sent shivers down people's spines. To say that Amanda was known as an easy-going coworker would be a massive understatement. She had a reputation for being tough and unyielding, unafraid to crush anyone who dared to challenge her.
Getting her wits back, she briefly glanced at the wall where she found her beloved poster. The lighting in the office was getting weaker but that didn’t stop her from appreciating the illustration nonetheless.
"Tech World's Brightest Rising Star Under Thirty-Five!" read the tagline from last year's "Cutting Edge" magazine, featuring a dazzling, glowing picture of Amanda. "Energetic and Ready to Conquer the World!" it proudly proclaimed.
The magazine had showcased her journey to stardom less than a year ago, and while Amanda had many noteworthy accomplishments, this feature was one of her favorites, mainly due to the captivating photo they had chosen.
The woman on the cover was undeniably beautiful, with porcelain skin, high cheekbones, and raven black hair elegantly pulled into a precise bun. Her eyes, flecked with mesmerizing emerald, exuded an air of authority and confidence. The cherry red lipstick she wore today mirrored the same shade in the photograph, creating a striking contrast against her immaculate white business blazer and matching skirt.
The image didn't shy away from highlighting Amanda's alluring figure. The pose and angle deliberately accentuated her ample, shapely breasts, the sleek and perfect contour of her body, and the alluring curve of her enticing derriere that flowed into her long, smooth legs.
Amanda was an undeniable knockout, and if it weren't for her poised gaze, looking forward with determination, demanding respect and admiration, the cover could have easily been mistaken for a splash page in a men's magazine. The poster however brought back the memory of the recent exchange she had with the younger coworker.
"Excuse me," Amanda recalled saying, her tone firm and unyielding, "Does that poster suggest anything about arriving late, putting in minimal effort, or making disrespectful jokes about superiors?" She had pointed an accusatory finger at the poster on the wall.
"No, Amanda," Emma replied flatly, cringing as a couple of coworkers passed by Amanda's open office door. "It doesn't."
"It's Mrs. Riley," Amanda corrected sharply, "Let's not forget that this is a place of business, not some casual gathering or dance club."
Emma appeared genuinely chastened at that point, and Amanda took some satisfaction in that. It had taken far too long for the impudent young woman to understand her place. Amanda's decision to keep her office door wide open back then, probably added to the effect, as her biting words were undoubtedly audible to everyone outside.
However, Emma deserved that reprimand. Amanda had called her into the office multiple times that day, before she finally strolled in, as if it were a casual matter.
Now, as Amanda delved into the directories, her intention was to uncover some incriminating evidence against Emma. She knew she could have taken a more conventional route by using her master login credentials to access Emma's computer. After all, every department director had such credentials to supervise and collaborate with their subordinates.
That said, this approach would be riskier to execute without leaving a trace, even if Amanda managed to clear out the log data. The connection made to the terminal on the intranet could still be traced back to her. Another option was to seek help from Danny, the server operator, and request access to the terminal server that held cache data between intranet connections. However, doing so would raise suspicions and lead to further questions, even if Amanda practiced a convincing explanation for her actions.
During her childhood years, becoming a software engineer was not a childhood dream for her. In fact, she grew up in an era largely untouched by electronics and computers, as smartphones and tablets were not yet prevalent in the consumer market. As a result, her childhood days were filled with the simple joys of playing and frolicking with other kids, just as it was customary in the pre-smartphone era. However, she found it challenging to connect with other children, particularly the girls, leading her to prefer solitary pursuits.
One significant turning point came when she took a programming class in High School. There, she discovered a different kind of connection - one with the logical world of coding. Programming provided a structured environment where she could execute specific tasks and witness the expected results unfold precisely as she had planned, without any disruptions or arguments. This sense of order and control resonated with her deeply, setting her on a path where she found comfort and fulfillment.
With every program she created, a profound sense of satisfaction washed over her. Solving intricate problems and building functional systems became her refuge, a place where she could express herself and unleash her creativity in an intellectually stimulating manner. In the world of coding, she found a space where her unique way of thinking and her love for patterns and structure were embraced and celebrated.
The more she explored the vast landscape of programming, the more she realized that her passion for it went beyond the classroom or any potential career prospects. Programming became an intrinsic part of her identity, an extension of herself that brought her comfort and fulfillment. She immersed herself in coding projects, spending countless hours engrossed in the creation of software, websites, and applications that could solve real-world problems, the latest of which had taken the name of Emma Karlsson.
Author Note: You can find read the whole story with some pictures here: https://medium.com/@kontakt.damianlis/wife-submits-to-lesbian-coworker-712394c1ec0f
Sun rays filtered through the blinds, gently casting beams of golden light into the expansive office on the highest floor, just beneath the exclusive board of directors' level. The soft, orange hue signaled the approaching evening as the sun gracefully began its descent. Amidst this picturesque scene, one particular ray found its way to Amanda's face, illuminating her features from the chin down as she diligently typed on her keyboard, completely absorbed in her task at hand.
After the regular working hours had passed, Amanda lingered in her office, determined to set her secretive plan in motion. Her heart raced with anticipation as she deftly entered commands into the terminal. Two impressive widescreen monitors set on her spacious mahogany desk, showcasing her authority and status as the chief engineer. Aside from the elegant wardrobe, which conveyed her professionalism, she also believed in the opulent furnishings, just to further emphasize her position of power.
“Come on!” She took a deep breath as she finally accomplished her goal: gaining root access to one of the employees' accounts.
Emma Karlsson, a recent addition to her department, had been brought in with the aim of revolutionizing the creation process at nSoft Corp. The CEOs saw potential in this audacious young blonde, who fearlessly voiced her ideas.
Emma boldly advocated for integrating AI into the software parser to automate the entire pipeline. To the chiefs, Emma was viewed as a young prodigy, but Amanda saw her as nothing more than a troublesome cutthroat. Their recent heated exchange still fresh in her mind, Amanda's determination only grew stronger.
She remembered the face that stared back at her—defiant rather than horrified. This unexpected reaction surprised her; after all, just being summoned to her office typically sent shivers down people's spines. To say that Amanda was known as an easy-going coworker would be a massive understatement. She had a reputation for being tough and unyielding, unafraid to crush anyone who dared to challenge her.
Getting her wits back, she briefly glanced at the wall where she found her beloved poster. The lighting in the office was getting weaker but that didn’t stop her from appreciating the illustration nonetheless.
"Tech World's Brightest Rising Star Under Thirty-Five!" read the tagline from last year's "Cutting Edge" magazine, featuring a dazzling, glowing picture of Amanda. "Energetic and Ready to Conquer the World!" it proudly proclaimed.
The magazine had showcased her journey to stardom less than a year ago, and while Amanda had many noteworthy accomplishments, this feature was one of her favorites, mainly due to the captivating photo they had chosen.
The woman on the cover was undeniably beautiful, with porcelain skin, high cheekbones, and raven black hair elegantly pulled into a precise bun. Her eyes, flecked with mesmerizing emerald, exuded an air of authority and confidence. The cherry red lipstick she wore today mirrored the same shade in the photograph, creating a striking contrast against her immaculate white business blazer and matching skirt.
The image didn't shy away from highlighting Amanda's alluring figure. The pose and angle deliberately accentuated her ample, shapely breasts, the sleek and perfect contour of her body, and the alluring curve of her enticing derriere that flowed into her long, smooth legs.
Amanda was an undeniable knockout, and if it weren't for her poised gaze, looking forward with determination, demanding respect and admiration, the cover could have easily been mistaken for a splash page in a men's magazine. The poster however brought back the memory of the recent exchange she had with the younger coworker.
"Excuse me," Amanda recalled saying, her tone firm and unyielding, "Does that poster suggest anything about arriving late, putting in minimal effort, or making disrespectful jokes about superiors?" She had pointed an accusatory finger at the poster on the wall.
"No, Amanda," Emma replied flatly, cringing as a couple of coworkers passed by Amanda's open office door. "It doesn't."
"It's Mrs. Riley," Amanda corrected sharply, "Let's not forget that this is a place of business, not some casual gathering or dance club."
Emma appeared genuinely chastened at that point, and Amanda took some satisfaction in that. It had taken far too long for the impudent young woman to understand her place. Amanda's decision to keep her office door wide open back then, probably added to the effect, as her biting words were undoubtedly audible to everyone outside.
However, Emma deserved that reprimand. Amanda had called her into the office multiple times that day, before she finally strolled in, as if it were a casual matter.
Now, as Amanda delved into the directories, her intention was to uncover some incriminating evidence against Emma. She knew she could have taken a more conventional route by using her master login credentials to access Emma's computer. After all, every department director had such credentials to supervise and collaborate with their subordinates.
That said, this approach would be riskier to execute without leaving a trace, even if Amanda managed to clear out the log data. The connection made to the terminal on the intranet could still be traced back to her. Another option was to seek help from Danny, the server operator, and request access to the terminal server that held cache data between intranet connections. However, doing so would raise suspicions and lead to further questions, even if Amanda practiced a convincing explanation for her actions.
During her childhood years, becoming a software engineer was not a childhood dream for her. In fact, she grew up in an era largely untouched by electronics and computers, as smartphones and tablets were not yet prevalent in the consumer market. As a result, her childhood days were filled with the simple joys of playing and frolicking with other kids, just as it was customary in the pre-smartphone era. However, she found it challenging to connect with other children, particularly the girls, leading her to prefer solitary pursuits.
One significant turning point came when she took a programming class in High School. There, she discovered a different kind of connection - one with the logical world of coding. Programming provided a structured environment where she could execute specific tasks and witness the expected results unfold precisely as she had planned, without any disruptions or arguments. This sense of order and control resonated with her deeply, setting her on a path where she found comfort and fulfillment.
With every program she created, a profound sense of satisfaction washed over her. Solving intricate problems and building functional systems became her refuge, a place where she could express herself and unleash her creativity in an intellectually stimulating manner. In the world of coding, she found a space where her unique way of thinking and her love for patterns and structure were embraced and celebrated.
The more she explored the vast landscape of programming, the more she realized that her passion for it went beyond the classroom or any potential career prospects. Programming became an intrinsic part of her identity, an extension of herself that brought her comfort and fulfillment. She immersed herself in coding projects, spending countless hours engrossed in the creation of software, websites, and applications that could solve real-world problems, the latest of which had taken the name of Emma Karlsson.
Author Note: You can find read the whole story with some pictures here: https://medium.com/@kontakt.damianlis/wife-submits-to-lesbian-coworker-712394c1ec0f
