Chapter 2: Julie Helps Fixing Bugs

During the next few days I did not see Julie and I did not want to go down to her apartment and check on her as I was afraid to find her boyfriend with her. I was concerned about what were her thoughts. Would she go crazy about what she had done? Had she noticed that she had been influenced by an outside force? It was my duty as a scientist to make sure the NYMPHOCOM was harmless for its subjects, except for a girl’s sexuality of course. I spent my days and nights at the research center in Meudon to weed out potential problems in the control software of my device. Fortunately my colleagues were not interested at all in what I was doing and therefore I could work mostly without interruptions.

My first challenge was the orgasm triggered by the cum swallowing which was a very weird side effect. Julie had been very surprised by it and other subjects might get suspicious if this happened in the future. I needed to get rid of it but it turned out to be very difficult. This was driving me nuts since my code looked perfect, I just could not see why swallowing sperm could produce a sexual orgasm. As it was already around midnight I gave up for the day and went to my car to drive home. I stopped at Mc Donalds, ordered a meal and sat down at a table, exhausted. I took a big bite out of my double cheeseburger and I suddenly realized how hungry I was. As I swallowed my body was feeling real pleasure at the anticipation of all the good calories coming. And this is when I jumped up with a big “EUREKA!!” and stormed out of the restaurant leaving the clerks and the other clients wondering about all the crazy people out there.

The bug in my software was hidden in one of the pleasure routines and I had mixed up eating pleasure and sexual pleasure. Once found it was obvious and I felt ashamed that I read over this routine over and over again without spotting the problem. Julie did not get an orgasm from swallowing my cum but just from the act of eating something. She probably could have had an orgasm from taking a bite from a croissant. While I corrected the problem I also found a memory leak problem. The variable holding the level of pleasure just went out of bounds and this was why the orgasm triggered by the bug was so intense. I shook my head when I realized that I had done some beginner mistakes in my software.

Anyway I kept some of the pleasure levels coming specifically from eating sperm, just enough to give the girls some reward but without raising their suspicions with an enormous orgasm. I also added an “O” button on my fake remote control which I connected to a routine allowing me to deliver an orgasm on command to the subject. I thought that it was just fair to give the girls some pleasure too. Obviously I needed to try out all the modifications and corrections I had made and it would be best to do it on Julie again since another girl might react differently and this would make it harder to see if the changes were successful. The next day I purchased a more recent digital camera in order to document my experiences properly and held out active watch for Julie when I was around our home building.

One morning while leaving my apartment to go to work, I took the elevator which then stopped at Julie’s floor. The door opened on Julie who was waiting. When she saw me she froze, then blushed, finally came in and said hello. I was also caught by surprise and mumbled something back which meant hello as well.

Julie was wearing a white top which nicely pressed her awesome breasts and thin waist but stopped just above her navel to show off some silver piercing. She also wore a short jeans skirt which revealed her long beautiful legs, enhanced by high heel pumps. The skirt was cut just below her ass-cheeks and I was wondering if it was really a skirt or just a large belt. I grew a hard-on in my pants when I remembered that this stunning girl had fucked me the other day. My throat went dry and I struggled to find something to say.

After a few seconds of awkward silence, while the elevator was slowly descending, Julie said, “I am sorry for what happened the other day, you must think I am pretty strange.” She looked at the floor of the elevator visibly ashamed. I was relieved that she did not suspect anything about my device.

“Don’t be,” I replied, “ I am as strange as you, I guess.” I was smiling gently. She obviously did not know what to say, she kept looking at the elevator floor.

“Actually I really enjoyed it I must admit,” I added to break the silence. She gasped as if I had insulted her.

“Don’t imagine that this means something between us!” she said in an exasperated tone. “I really love my boyfriend and I want to be with him. What happened between us was a one time thing!”

“Nothing happened Julie,” I replied quickly, realizing that I had made a mistake. She seemed to blush even more which was quite amazing with her dark skin.

“I feel guilty...” she whispered. I did not know what to reply to make her feel better so I stood silently next to her. The elevator arrived at the ground floor and we left the building together.

“Where are you going?” I asked. “Maybe I can give you a ride? And we can talk if you feel like it.”

She hesitated to accept my offer. She was still considering me as an uninteresting geek and was reluctant to be seen with me. She finally gave in because my offer meant that she would arrive at the University much quicker.

“That’s very nice of you, thank you Francois.”

At least she was now still quite friendly to me. Maybe because she was feeling guilty, or maybe because she was afraid that I would tell her boyfriend. She had still this arrogant attitude however, and I knew she was praying that nobody she knew would see her with me. She was looking incredibly hot in her short blue skirt, and on my side I was praying that the NYMPHOCOM would allow me to get into her pants again. We walked to my car and drove of. We hit some traffic and this is when I asked her about her thoughts of guilt.

“I don’t know,” she replied. “You are a ... umm ... nice guy but you know, I love my boyfriend Eric!” The way she had said ‘nice guy’ she could have said ‘stupid nerd’ instead.

“I am a nice guy, you are a nice girl and we had some fun the other evening and it will stay our little secret. I don’t see anything wrong with it.”

“yes ... I guess you’re right.” I could feel that she wanted to deny having fun the other night but she remembered having an orgasm. She sighed heavily and her enormous tits went up and then down in the process. She did not speak for several minutes and I felt that she wanted to talk about something. She sighed heavily again.

“About the photos...”, she started hesitantly. It suddenly dawned to me that I still had the nice photos we did together. This was perfect blackmail material.

“Yes, they are great! I love them! When do you want to come and see them?” I smiled at her while her eyes went wide. This was obviously not what she wanted to hear.

She gasped. “Actually ... I would like you to destroy them ... I ... I feel ashamed of ... of what I have done.”

I breathed calmly before responding. “I am sorry? Why would I ever do that? These photos are great! Well ... ok ... the quality is not that good but I still love them!”

I could feel that Julie was very worried that these photos would fall into the wrong hands or, even worse, that her boyfriend would see them.

“Please destroy them,” she implored.

“I promise ... but only if you invite me for a coffee this time,” I said like a joke. “Last time we forgot about it.”

She had a stressed grin.The last thing she wanted was to have me in her apartment again but the threat of having these photos around was too big.”Ok I will not forget this time! You can come over at around 20:00. My boyfriend Eric will come home late today, he has a football match. Please bring the photos.”

She hesitated and added, “But please be careful. If Eric sees these photos he will kill me ... and you!”

I thought that I had to implement a security into the NYMPHOCOM to keep unwanted and jealous boyfriends and husbands away. I kept driving, thinking about this feature until we reached the Sorbonne where Julie thanked me and hurried away so that nobody would see her with me. Her stunning figure turned the heads of all passerbys.

I then drove to my lab at the research center. I was unable to concentrate to do any useful work so I spent the day reading papers on new research on electromagnetic waves. Ideas about a new feature protecting me from jealous boyfriends and husbands popped into my mind but I just wrote them down without starting to look at how to code them. I drove home early.

At 20:00 sharp I was knocking at Julie’s door. I had my bag with me where I stored the NYMPHOCOM, my new camera and my laptop. Julie opened the door immediately, eyeing the corridor anxiously and closing the door behind me quickly.

“Did you bring them?” she asked abruptly.

I patted my bag and walked to the couch where I sat down. Her flat was very clean as last time but I could see some men’s shoes near the entrance which could only mean that Julie’s boyfriend had come home and left quickly to go to his football match. Julie was probably not home for a very long time as she still had her short skirt and white top on, but she had dropped her high heels to go barefoot.

“Ok, I want these photos,” she demanded rudely. She had this arrogant face again and she looked at me as if I was a complete moron.

“How about a coffee first?” I said to her, smiling widely.

“Listen...” she started. She then realized that she was not in the best position to give orders and stopped. She then rushed into her kitchen with an exasperated look on her face. I heard her slam cupboard doors and noisily preparing some cups. She was fuming because a stupid geek like myself was blackmailing her with some naughty photos. She came back with the empty cups and put them harshly onto the low table in front of the TV.

“Coffee will be ready soon,” she hissed. She was standing in front of me and I was sitting on the couch. From this position I could catch glimpses of her panties underneath her skirt and also when I looked up her breasts looked like two huge melons hidden under her white top.

“Listen Francois,” she said with a threatening undertone in her voice. “I don’t think you know what you are risking. If Eric sees these photos you are dead! Do you hear me? Dead!”

She looked at me, a desperate expression on her face. “What do you want from me?” she whispered.

“Nothing,” I replied. “I am not a blackmailer and I am afraid of your boyfriend. So I would not dare to ask you for something. I am just here because you invited me for a coffee.”

“Oh!” She stood there for a second, completely taken by surprise. She had definitely suspected me of wanting to take advantage out of the situation.”Oh well...” she looked towards the kitchen. “Its ... not ready yet.”

She sat down next to me. “So Francois, will you give me these photos?” she asked in a softer tone.

I nodded and reached into my bag. I activated the NYMPHOCOM and left it in the bag. I also took out an old pen and showed it to Julie.

“This, Julie, is a USB stick which is disguised as an old pen. I uploaded all our photos into it. Its a perfect hiding place.”