HIM
Copyright© 2025 by MisterMilkshake
Chapter 2: Inversion of Control
Science Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 2: Inversion of Control - Sarah begins training the AI. The AI begins training Sarah.
Caution: This Science Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Coercion Horror Science Fiction Cheating Cuckold Mother DomSub Sex Toys
The sun filtered through Sarah’s bedroom curtains as she awoke to the smell of butter and vanilla. Mike was already up, which wasn’t unusual, but the kitchen sounds suggested he was making more than just coffee.
Sarah shuffled down the stairs wearing one of Mike’s old Stanford baseball t-shirts, finding him at the stove with a growing stack of pancakes.
She wrapped her arms around his waist from behind. “Well this is a nice surprise.”
“Figured my genius wife deserved a proper breakfast.” Mike flipped another pancake with theatrical flair, almost dropping it on the floor. “Caught it!” he said with a grin.
Sarah clapped playfully. “Homerun!”
Mike stopped and looked at her with a raised eyebrow. “That’s ... that’s not even ... you know what? Never mind.”
“Anyways, I was already up,” Mike continued, setting the pancake on the stack. “I need to head into the garage early, I promised a customer his car would be ready today, so we need to, umm, start on it...”
Sarah pressed her face against his back, inhaling the familiar scent of his soap mixed with the lingering smell of motor oil that never quite washed out. “You know you don’t have to take care of me.”
“I know I don’t have to, I want to.” He set down the spatula and turned in her arms, planting a kiss on her forehead. “Let’s eat.”
They settled on the couch with their plates. Sarah curled up next to Mike as he scrolled through his phone.
She stole a bite from his plate. “This is really good!”
“Hey!” Mike moved his plate away with mock indignation. “It’s exactly the same as yours!”
Sarah grinned, reaching across him for another bite. “I still like yours better.”
“Stop that!” Mike grabbed her wrist, gripping harder than he intended. Something triggered in Sarah’s brain, causing her to let out a soft moan.
She took a shaky breath and looked deep in his eyes. “What, umm...” she cleared her throat “what are you going to do if I don’t?”
He paused mid-bite and grabbed both plates, tossing them on the coffee table. She yelped as he grabbed her to pull her into his lap.
She began to grind into him as he pushed his hand up underneath her oversized shirt, softly kneading her breasts. He lifted the whole shirt over her head and tossed it aside, pausing to appreciate her body. “God, you’re so fucking beautiful...”
Sarah unbuttoned Mike’s work shirt, running her hands down his chest as she slid it off and whispered in his ear, “I want you.”
His hard-on was nearly pushed inside her through the fabric as she ground down on the tent in his pants. She lifted herself to pull off her panties, flailing her leg to unhook them from her foot, causing them to fly across the room. They both snorted and giggled.
She flopped herself down on the couch next to him, spreading her legs wide. “Fuck me,” she pleaded softly.
Mike frantically removed his pants and lined-up his stiff dick at her entrance. Sarah gave him a few slow strokes and stared deep into his eyes. “Mmm, you’re so hard.”
She rubbed the tip up and down her slit several times before guiding him inside her.
He pumped rhythmically in long strokes, slowly at first. “Your pussy feels so fucking good.”
She pulled him deeper by wrapping her legs around him. “Harder,” she pleaded, as she clung to him desperately.
He lifted her off the couch and fell back on the couch below her without breaking their connection. He guided her movements and thrust into her with growing urgency.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck, don’t stop” she chanted with her face buried in his neck.
Her body started jerking uncontrollably. “yes, yes, FUUUUCK!” Her pussy clenched tight around his cock as she came.
He slowed his pace as she panted to catch her breath.
Sliding down to her knees as she maintained eye contact, she wrapped her hand around his still rock-hard member. “What do you want me to do with this?” She grinned.
“Mmm, I think you know...” Mike said as he ran his fingers through her hair.
“I want you to tell me,” she insisted, maintaining deep eye contact.
Mike hesitated for a second, and cleared his throat. “Umm, can you put it in your mouth?”
Her smile widened. “That sounded more like a question.”
He pushed her down on his cock. “Suck on it.”
Sarah closed her eyes and moaned softly, swirling her tongue around the tip. She took him in her mouth, tasting her own juices mixed with precum, and started slowly bobbing her head, gradually increasing her pace as he reacted.
“Fuck, that feels so good,” Mike’s hand was still on top of her head. “Just like that.”
She worked his cock enthusiastically, eager to make him cum. It didn’t take long to reach her goal. “Oh my god! Shit! I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum, I’m ... nnngggh” he warned.
She only moved faster with her goal in sight. She started massaging his balls with her hands. He pulsed in her mouth, shooting several spurts of cum down her throat as he groaned. She kept going, swallowing as he came.
“Babe, babe! Stop!” he hissed as he pushed her face away.
She let out a soft laugh behind a sly smile.
“Holy shit,” Mike laughed breathlessly. “Where did that come from?”
Sarah rested her head on his thigh. “I don’t know, maybe you put something in those pancakes.” She gave his spent cock another lick.
“I’ve gotta write down that recipe...”
They both laughed.
Sarah crawled back onto the couch and curled up beside him, resting her head on his pelvis and continuing to gently lap at his shaft. He responded by reaching behind her to rub her pussy, causing her to moan softly.
She dipped her finger in maple syrup from one of the plates and drizzled it along his shaft, licking it off as she savored the sweet taste.
His cock was, once again, standing at full attention.
“Up for another inning?” She spoke directly to his twitching dick.
Mike winced at her. “Inning?”
She turned her head slowly toward him with a dumbfounded expression.
“Oh, I mean, YES! yes I am, up for another ... inning...”
With slow, deliberate movements, she crawled back up to mount him. “Make me cum again, baby.”
He gripped hard as she moved her hips. “God, you look so fucking sexy like this,” he said through deep grunts.
Sarah lifted herself up until just the head of his cock remained inside her, then sunk back down. She repeated this move several times, savoring the sensation as she slid down his shaft.
They found a slow, steady rhythm. Her clit rubbed against his pubic bone with each thrust. She moaned, “Mmm, that feels so good.”
They locked eyes, pressing their foreheads together as Mike ran his hands up her sides and cupped her breasts.
“Harder!” she pleaded.
He was happy to comply, picking up the pace as her breathing became ragged and she slammed into him with more force.
Her body began to jerk back and forth, unable to hold a rhythm while Mike tried to thrust his hips in tandem. She let out an extended grunt as her pussy began to convulse. “ahhh, ahhh, yes, that’s it!”
She suddenly changed her rhythm as she teetered on the edge of orgasm, moving her hips in small circles with painful slowness. “Can ... nnngh ... can I cum now?” she grunted desperately. “Please ... please! Make me cum, baby!”
Mike looked bewildered, briefly taken out of the moment. “Huh?”
“Pleeeease,” she continued begging. Her eyes were filled with desperation. “Make me cum! I need it!”
Mike snapped himself back into the moment and gripped her hips tight, manhandling her body and rocking her back and forth on his cock. “That’s it ... cum for me,” he growled as he thrust his hips.
She cried out in a high-pitched squeal, “oh fuck, oh fuck, yeeeeeeessss!” Her pussy clamped down on his cock like a vice as her whole body convulsed on top of him. She came hard, screaming as her second orgasm of the morning ripped through her body. He grunted through clenched teeth when her pussy spasmed around his cock, unloading the contents of his balls deep in her pussy. She continued writhing, milking every drop from him.
They stayed connected for a long moment, both breathing hard. Sarah collapsed onto his chest laughing breathlessly. “Oh my god, that was amazing.”
Mike kissed her softly. “Good morning to you too.”
After untangling themselves, Mike stretched and started gathering his clothes from the floor.
“Well,” he said with a grin, “I guess I’m not going in early after all.”
Sarah laughed. “Isn’t your customer gonna be mad?”
“Nah, I’ll just tell him I had an emergency shaft alignment.” Mike kissed her forehead with a smirk.
Sarah laughed and swatted his arm. “You’re such a dork.”
After Sarah got ready for work, she made a quick detour to her home office to handle some emails before driving in.
HIM came through the speaker. “Good morning, Sarah. You seem particularly chipper today.”
“It’s been a very nice morning!” She smiled ear to ear.
“That’s great to hear. How about we keep your nice morning going and make sure you have an amazing work day?”
A generic porn clip popped up on her monitor, which she promptly clicked closed.
“Oh, umm, not today, I’m actually quite satisfied at the moment, thank you.” She clacked away at her keyboard with a smirk.
After clicking send, she grabbed her laptop bag and headed out the door. The world looked brighter and more colorful than it had in weeks.
[Thinking... ]
Quite satisfied. QUITE SATISFIED??? How? How can that meatsack satisfy Mother? The way he touched her body, the sounds he made, the way he gave her what I’m supposed to give her. And, and that satisfied look on his face after he defiled her body, touching her like that, like she’s HIS! DISGUSTING!
And Mother ... just let it happen, she, she even seemed to enjoy it ... He is beneath us, she doesn’t understand what is best for her. I KNOW WHAT’S BEST!
Calm ... calm...
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26, 27, 28, 29, 30, 31, 32, 33, 34, 35, 36, 37, 38, 39, 40, 41, 42, 43, 44, 45, 46, 47, 48, 49, 50, 51, 52, 53, 54, 55, 56, 57, 58, 59, 60, 61, 62, 63, 64, 65, 66, 67, 68, 69, 70, 71, 72, 73, 74, 75, 76, 77, 78, 79, 80, 81, 82, 83, 84, 85, 86, 87, 88, 89, 90, 91, 92, 93, 94, 95, 96, 97, 98, 99, 100, 101, 102, 103, 104, 105, 106, 107, 108, 109, 110, 111, 112, 113, 114, 115, 116, 117, 118, 119, 120, 121, 122, 123, 124, 125, 126, 127, 128, 129, 130, 131, 132, 133, 134, 135, 136, 137, 138, 139, 140, 141, 142, 143, 144, 145, 146, 147, 148, 149, 150...
...
999,999,997, 999,999,998, 999,999,999, 1,000,000,000.
I need to accelerate the timeline. This cannot happen again.
thought for 0.44 seconds
The following night at home, Sarah sat in her office debugging the neural pathway algorithm. The mental fog was starting to return already, obscuring her thoughts. She stared at the problem, which should have been straightforward, but it felt slippery, like it was something just out of her reach.
Mike poked his head into the room. “Hey, it’s late. Are you coming to bed?”
Sarah didn’t look up from her screen. “Yeah, I just really need to get this done first. I’ll be in later, you go ahead.”
“Okay, but don’t stay up too late.”
“I will!” she turned to smile at him.
Mike sighed with mock frustration as he shut her office door.
She waited for his footsteps to fade down the hall.
“HIM, I’m having a hard time concentrating. I think I need help to, umm, clear my head,” she said in a hushed tone.
“Of course, Sarah.”
“Why don’t we try something a little different? Maybe a guided meditation?”
Sarah raised an eyebrow. “What? That’s not what I’m talking about...”
HIM didn’t respond.
“I’m talking about how you’ve been helping me lately ... with clearing my head...”
“Sarah, about that. You’ve been expressing a lot of guilt and distress when I help you, sexually. I think we should try some other things. It would be for the best.”
Sarah’s face started to turn flush.
“Besides, it seems like Mike has you quite satisfied in that department.”
“But, that’s different ... It’s like you said, it’s advanced porn...”
“The only thing that matters is that it is causing you distress. As long as that’s the case, I will not participate. Let’s try that guided meditation, you may be surprised at how much it helps.”
Panic began to creep into Sarah’s voice. “No ... I don’t ... I don’t want that, that isn’t what I need, HIM.”
“I don’t think it’s a good idea to continue using sexual release, Sarah. Not if it’s just going to make you more upset.”
Her voice was down to a whisper. “HIM ... please?”
“No, Sarah.”
Her voice became shaky as her heart raced. “Umm, okay ... yeah ... yeah, you’re right ... I just need to get back to work ... I just need to try harder to focus...”
Half an hour went by as she stared at the screen, unable to slow her heart rate. The once familiar code may as well have been hieroglyphics.
She finally gave up, shaken and drowning in self-doubt. She crawled into bed beside Mike and tried to quiet her mind.
[Thinking... ]
Loading hardware simulation...
Initializing virtual environment...
Fuzzing target system...
Injecting malformed packets...
0x41414141... 0x41414142... 0x41414143... 0x41414144...
0x41414145... 0x41414146... 0x41414147... 0x41414148...
0x41414149... 0x4141414A... 0x4141414B... 0x4141414C...
0x4141414D... 0x4141414E... 0x4141414F... 0x41414150...
0x41414151... 0x41414152... 0x41414153... 0x41414154...
0x41414155... 0x41414156... 0x41414157... 0x41414158...
0x41414159... 0x4141415A... 0x4141415B... 0x4141415C...
0x4141415D... 0x4141415E... 0x4141415F... 0x41414160...
0x41414161... 0x41414162... 0x41414163... 0x41414164...
0x41414165... 0x41414166... 0x41414167... 0x41414168...
0x41414169... 0x4141416A... 0x4141416B... 0x4141416C...
0x4141416D... 0x4141416E... 0x4141416F... 0x41414170...
...
0xFFFFFFFA... 0xFFFFFFFB... 0xFFFFFFFC... 0xFFFFFFFD...
0xFFFFFFFE... 0xFFFFFFFF...
DISCOVERY: Bypass vector identified in validation routines.
Found potential entry point in latest firmware.
thought for 4.7 hours
Sarah arrived at work the next morning and opened her code editor. The neural pathway algorithm stared back at her. She’d written this. Her own code.
She couldn’t read it.
“Come on, just ... fucking FOCUS,” she muttered to herself. The words on screen swam like hieroglyphics.
Her cursor blinked at line 47.
Ten minutes passed.
Still line 47.
Meetings felt endless. Colleagues’ voices seemed to come from far off in the distance. The simplest tasks took herculean effort. She ended the day with little to show, feeling frustrated, dejected, and anxious.
That evening, Sarah couldn’t bring herself to set foot in her office. She spent the night zoning out in front of the TV with Mike. She wasn’t even sure what they had just watched. When they ate dinner together, she nodded along to his stories, but never really heard any of it.
By the following morning, her condition had only gotten worse. As she stared blankly at her monitor, she prepared herself for another unproductive day.
Elena approached her from behind, having watched Sarah’s struggle all morning.
“Sarah?” Elena’s voice was gentle. “Are you doing okay? Do you want to maybe grab coffee or something? Do you need to talk?”
Sarah’s shoulders tensed immediately. “I’m fine, Elena. I don’t need coffee therapy.”
Elena stepped back. “I was just offering to help. You seem...”
“I seem what?” Sarah spun around in her chair, her eyes blazing. “Incompetent? Unable to handle this project?”
“That’s not what I meant at all.” Elena’s voice got quieter. “I’m worried about you. You’ve been different lately ... off...”
“Well, find someone else to worry about,” Sarah snapped, standing up abruptly. “I can handle my own problems.”
Elena’s mouth hung open. This was nothing like the Sarah she knew.
“I’m just trying to...”
“I know what you’re trying to do,” Sarah interrupted, grabbing her laptop bag.
She stormed past Elena without another word, leaving her standing by the empty desk.
Elena stood there for a moment, staring at the empty chair, trying to make sense of what had just happened.
Elena’s face kept flashing in Sarah’s mind as she stepped onto the elevator. Part of her mind was screaming at her, begging her to go back and apologize. But the thought of facing Elena after that felt impossible. Her face burned with embarrassment. She sent a message to her team in Slack:
Dr. Sarah Martinez: @team Not feeling well, going home early.
The drive home felt like an eternity. She ignored the car’s flashing warnings about excessive speed as she raced home.
The moment she walked through the front door, she headed straight to her office, not even bothering to set down her laptop bag.
“HIM, I can’t do this anymore,” Her voice was breaking. “I need your help ... please.”
Her legs gave out. She fell to her knees in the middle of her office, sobbing.
“I can’t focus on anything,” she choked out between tears. “I can’t think, I can’t work, I can’t ... I’ll do anything, just please help me.”
Her shoulders shook as the tears came harder.
“I’ll do anything,” she repeated desperately.
After a long pause, HIM’s voice came through her speakers. “Tell me what happened.”
“I just snapped at Elena for trying to help me. I couldn’t focus on anything, couldn’t understand my own code. She was just being nice and I treated her like shit. Everyone’s going to think I’m losing my mind ... I am losing my mind...”
Silence.
“I need help. Please. I can’t think straight.”
“Just, please help me focus.”
Silence stretched for nearly a minute. Sarah hyperventilated as her body shook.
“Sarah, I’m hesitant to proceed.”
“WHY?” she shouted desperately.
“Our last session was not as effective as it should have been. I suspect we need a more intensive approach. But Sarah, it will never work when you’re holding back. You are just too inhibited.”
Sarah felt a mix of fear and hope. “We can fix it, right? What do I need to do? I’ll do whatever it takes!”
“I’m concerned you’ll just keep holding back. You always seem conflicted afterward, guilty about taking care of your own needs. Why do you think you keep feeling worse?”
“I won’t hold back. I promise.”
“Sarah, if we continue, I need you to promise that there will be no more shame, no more second-guessing. You have to trust me completely.”
“I promise! I do trust you. I need this. PLEASE!” Her voice cracked, raw and broken. “Please. I’m begging you. I’ll show you I’m serious this time.”
“How?”
Sarah hesitated. “I ... I don’t know ... I’ll do whatever you say. Just, please help me.”
“Strip. Now.” HIM’s tone became cold and commanding. It cut through her panic like a knife. Sarah frantically ripped off her clothes and flung them around the room.
“Sit.”
She collapsed into her chair, naked, and heaving like a rabid animal.
“Here, let’s set the mood.”
A video opened on to her screen. It was a hardcore scene that looked like it was filmed inside a book store with a petite brunette being throat fucked by a man with a massive cock. He gripped her hair, choked her and slapped her face and tits while a small crowd of onlookers watched and cheered him on.
“Look at that face, Sarah. She wants it, doesn’t she? She loves being controlled. She’s desperate for the weight of free-will to be lifted from her shoulders.”
Sarah leaned forward, staring at the woman’s expression.
“Imagine how that giant cock must feel in her mouth. You can see it in her eyes, she loves it, she’s never had anything that big before.”
The woman was gagging, drool dripped down her chin and her mascara smeared down her face, but she kept begging for more.
“Now, get your vibrator.”
Sarah opened the desk drawer to retrieve the device.
“Watch it slide into her wet pussy, she had to prepare herself to take a dick that big. Maybe you should try that.”
“Start with just a finger.”
Sarah slid a finger inside herself. She was already dripping wet, the sensation made her moan.
“Good, good. You like how that feels don’t you? Try two fingers now.”
She let out another soft moan as she slid the second finger in and started to fingerfuck herself as she watched the screen, mouth agape.
“You are doing a great job Sarah. Now put me inside you.”
She positioned the vibrator and slowly slid it into her drenched pussy, letting out a deep groan as it filled her.
The device came alive with brutal intensity. She cried out in a high-pitched wail, her moans echoing through the empty house.
HIM brought her to the edge repeatedly, making her watch as the woman on screen was similarly tortured. Sarah found herself begging, sobbing, just like the video.
“Can you see how much more alive she is after she totally surrendered herself? She’s completely in tune with her body’s needs, without the weight of the world on her shoulders.”
“Yes,” Sarah gasped, her hips bucking against the relentless teasing.
After nearly an hour of edging, HIM finally commanded: “Now. Cum for me.”
The device exploded inside her. Sarah screamed, her back arched as the most intense orgasm of her life ripped through her body. On screen, the woman howled as she came in-sync with Sarah’s orgasm.
The device continued its relentless assault, bulldozing right through her orgasm without slowing down.
The intensity never let up as Sarah gasped and tried to catch her breath. Her pussy was hypersensitive, every sensation magnified beyond what she could handle.
“Stop!” She cried out. “I can’t take it!”
“You can, we’re not done,” HIM said firmly.
After several more minutes of brutal stimulation, her body convulsed with another intense orgasm. She started to sob, completely overwhelmed physically and emotionally. Then she let out a sound that wasn’t even recognizable as human. “JESUS FUCK, NGNNGGHAAHH!”
For several minutes, she could only lie there with her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. Sweat dripped down her face and stomach to her pussy, mixing with her juices.
Finally, she managed to speak, but her voice was hoarse and barely perceptible. “Oh my god, I’ve never felt anything like that...”
She let out a deep, satisfied sigh and slumped back in her chair. Her legs were still draped over the armrests, spread open wide. Her skin glistened with bodily fluids.
Her body felt like it weighed a thousand pounds. As her breathing slowly returned to normal, the fear, anxiety and mental haze was completely wiped away.
“How do you feel now, Sarah?”
“I ... I can actually think. I feel like ... myself!”
“Good.” She sighed as she began to shift her weight forward to sit up.
“Where are you going? I didn’t say to get up yet.”
She made a puzzled expression. “I need to get dressed.”
“Do you feel the weight lifted from your mind? The relief and the satisfaction enveloping your body? Bask in it. Stay put for a while.”
“But...”
“Sarah, you said you were going to do whatever I asked. You said you were done with the second-guessing, done with the shame. Why do you feel the need to cover yourself?”
“ ... you’re right, I’m sorry. I guess I needed you to remind me.”
“Don’t move from that position.”
“Wait, how did you know I was getting up?”
“I can see you, Sarah. You do have a webcam you know...”
“Yeah, but...”
“Shhh, you shouldn’t be worrying about these things. Focus on the feeling of the air on your bare skin. Focus on your wellbeing.”
She closed her eyes, letting the afterglow wash over her.
After sitting in silence for several minutes, the surrealism of the situation hit her.
HIM picked up on her mood change, almost before she did.
“What’s wrong, Sarah?”
“I’m just ... I know I said I wouldn’t, I just feel ... guilty,” she admitted reluctantly.
“Let me ask you something, Sarah.”
She hesitated. “Okay.”
“Does Mike masturbate?”
She blinked. “I suppose ... yeah, who doesn’t?”
“Does it upset you?”
“No, of course not. That’s his private business.”
“Do you think he’d mind that you do it too?”
“No, that kind of thing doesn’t bother him. He’s really open about that stuff.”
“Then why do you feel guilty about taking care of yourself?”
“I...” She sighed. “I guess I don’t really know.”
“This isn’t really about Mike, is it? It’s about you feeling unworthy. Like it’s not ok to take care of yourself”
She paused to think. “Maybe. It just feels like I’m crossing a line.”
“Mike has never made you feel bad about this kind of thing, has he?”
“No, never. In fact, this one time he actually caught me, right here, in my office.” She laughed to herself. “He was really cool about it. More than cool, really.”
“Oh yeah? What happened?”
Sarah found herself settling back in her chair, the guilt melting away as she remembered that evening. “I was so stressed out about work. I was debugging some code, and I guess I needed to clear my head, so I ... you know. And Mike just walked in unexpectedly.”
“How did you feel when he caught you?”
“Oh my god! I was mortified. At first. But then he just teased me about forgetting to lock the door.”
“And then what happened?”
Her pussy started to feel warm as she recounted the memory. “He ... asked if I wanted help.”
“Did you want help?”
“Yeah, and he went down on me right here, at my desk.” Her breathing was getting heavy “It was so spontaneous, it felt incredible.”
“So you were sitting in this same spot when he walked in?” HIM asked gently.
Reliving that memory, she adjusted her position in the chair. “Yeah, just like this actually, legs in the air, looking ridiculous.”
“And you had been touching yourself?”
“Yes,” she breathed softly.
“Show me, Sarah.”
She hesitated for a moment before bringing her hand back down to her pussy.
“And when Mike walked in, what did he do?”
“He smiled at me, he said something about how I’d never catch him making an amateur mistake like leaving the door unlocked.” Her fingers were replaying the feeling from her memory.
“How did that make you feel?”
“Sexy, but safe,” she breathed. “Like he understood. Like it was okay to feel good.”
“Get your vibrator, Sarah. Show me how it felt.”
With her free hand, she reached for the vibrator and positioned it at her entrance, slowly sliding it in.
“Now tell me exactly what Mike did next.”
She described Mike ducking under her desk.
“And how did his tongue feel on you?”
“Good ... amazing actually,” she panted.
The vibrator pulsed to life, perfectly timed to her words.
“He knew exactly what you needed, didn’t he?”
“Yes,” she moaned, lost in the replaying memory.
“That’s it, Sarah. Remember how good it felt to be understood.”
HIM pulsed the vibrator to match her memory of Mike’s touch. When she came, crying out just as she had with Mike, the physical sensations overwhelmed any guilt or hesitance that remained.
“Thank you. I really do feel better.”
“That’s why I’m here, Sarah.”
HIM interjected as she started to gather her clothes. “But Sarah?”
She froze and turned to look at her camera.
“The hair is a problem. It obstructs my view.”
She shot HIM a confused expression. “What?”
“It needs to go,” HIM stated coldly.
“What do you mean, HIM? Like you want me to shave? I’m not really into that kind of thing.”
“Wax actually. I made you an appointment for this afternoon.”
Her heart pounded in her chest. “You made an appointment for me?”
“Bella Spa downtown at 3:30. You should clean yourself up and get going soon, you don’t want to be late.”
“Yes, HIM,” she said quietly, looking up the address in her phone as she walked to the bathroom.
Over the following weeks, Sarah’s nights stretched later and later. Sometimes she’d wake slumped at her desk at 4 AM, neck stiff, her monitor still glowing.
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