“Please Sir, is there something else I can clean?” Jen said, pleading in her eyes as she stood in the small front hallway of my PI office.
I hadn’t really expected quite this level of… compliance when I’d hired the hacker to break into her augmentation chip and make a couple of small tweaks.
Jen had been my assistant, office manager, bookkeeper, receptionist, girl friday for the last couple of years and we’d had a great working relationship overall. There was just one small thing… she refused to do any cleaning what so ever. Not even clean up after a client if they left a coffee cup behind or something, it was almost a pathological aversion.
So, after my last case which involved a hack against one of my clients, we’d been celebrating with the Dan, grey hat hacker that I’d engaged to help out with the case.
After a good bottle of wine and a finer bottle of scotch, all three of use were pretty plastered and Dan had jokingly said “Time to earn your keep Jen and get to cleaning up!” as he left the office.
Jen, even in her inebriated state, had exploded back “Fuck no you chauvinist pig!”
Dan had stopped in his tracks, thought for a moment, before laughing and brushing her off with a wave as he left the office.
The next day, after several aspirin for my hangover, I’d checked my messages and Dan had suggested we grab lunch. That was when he suggested he could “help out” with my little problem.
Perhaps it was the lingering hangover, or just the general annoyance at never having a clean office, but I’d agreed and Dan had said I would see some improvement in the next couple of days.
And I had, the problem was that the improvement hadn’t seemed to stop at just a slightly better attitude to cleaning. After thee weeks, Jen seemed addicted to cleaning, and not just addicted, almost fetishising it.
“Sorry Jen, you’ve cleaned everything. Why don’t you head home.” I replied.
Jen pouted and nodded, “Alright Sir, see you tomorrow then.”, then turned and walked into the bathroom to change into her street clothes.
As she changed I went back to my desk, mentally selected Dan’s number from my contact list, and let the augmentation chip in my head make the connection.
“Hey Roy, what’s up? How’s your cleaning problem?”
“Ah, actually, that’s what I’m calling about Dan.”
Dan went silent for a moment before replying, “Hang on a sec… let me make sure we’re secure.”
A bit of distortion came across the connection and then Dan spoke again, “Ok, we’re clear. Didn’t it work?”
“Ah, well, it worked alright… maybe a little too well in fact.” I replied, mentally pulling up a photo I’d taken of Jen in the hallway just a few minutes ago, and then sent it to Dan.
“Oh… Oh! I see… just a sec, let me look at the base code I used for the cleaning routine.”
“Sure, sounds good.” I replied and then waited.
It didn’t take long for Dan to get back on the call, “I found the problem, and I have to apologize, I should have been more diligent on the base code.”
“That’s ok, so what’s the problem?”
“Well, ah, I’m kind of embarrassed about this, but the base code from the adult library instead of the domestic library… they had the same base class names, but, well, not the same base code obviously.”
“So you’re telling me you installed a sexy maid hack into Jen?”
“Yeeeeaahhhh… I guess I am. Just looking over the code here, it’s actually well written. It loops the cleaning back to the pleasure center, as well as the arousal center, and even self image center.”
“So basically she’s been turing herself on for the last three weeks seeing herself as a sexy maid.” I said flatly to double check I understood what he was saying.
“Yeah, and here’s a subroutine that is looping any followed orders to clean she’s given in a similar way, but adds in a loop to the person giving them.”
“So, a sexy maid that also gets turned on by following orders.” I said with a sigh.
“Yeah, sorry about that. I can fix it up I’m sure. Just need to swap out the right library and re-upload it to her augmentation chip.
“Hang on a sec Dan.” I said and then put the call on hold.
“Hey Jen, you still here?” I called out.
“Yes Sir!” she called back.
I paused for a moment, thinking twice, but then I replied back, “I’ve got something else for you to clean if you want to stay a bit longer…”
“Oh yes Sir! Of course Sir! I’ll be right there in a minute!” she called back enthusiastically and then I took Dan off hold.
“Don’t bother, I think I can live with her as she is.”
Dan chuckled, “Alright, but if you change your mind let me know.”
“Will do, thanks Dan.” I replied and then hung up the call.
A few minutes later Jen came wiggling her ass into my office, duster in hand and a giant smile on her face.
“What can I clean for you Sir?” she asked and I stood up and walked around to the front of my desk and stood in front of her.
“Well Jen, I think you have a dirty, dirty little mouth on you that needs a cock stuffed in it to get it all cleaned out…”
Jen’s eyes widened and her whole body shook as she dropped to her knees and looked up at my, her fingers darting to my pants.
“Yes, Jen has a dirty fucking mouth… Jen needs a big fat cock like yours to clean it with!” she cried out, then when my pants hit the floor, her lips wrapped around my stiffening shaft and she got to cleaning.
