Jessie Roland, Technology fetishist
Throughout the following days, Jessie returned home to prepare, asking herself if maybe she'd made the biggest mistake of her life. Her companions did not inspire any confidence, and neither did Dee, if it even was the same D that made the Nautilus challenge. Sam was bubbly, annoying, naive, and totally unsuited. And Via Valentina - an alias if she ever heard one - gave her the creeps. She was too relaxed about the whole thing. Almost inhuman.
Her papers arrived as specified, and Jessie regretted having to give her real name for them, but she couldn't fake an entire history in 2 days, so her real ID, with some digital chaff thrown in, would have to suffice.
She brushed up on biotechnology and corporate surveillance, and did the online courses Lakeside offered under a few aliases to see what they were about.
On the big day, Jessie had herself be woken earlier than usual, to complete her morning masturbation while getting out of the house earlier than before. She tried to muffle her sighs and moans as she touched herself in the dark of her room, the only light coming from her laptop-screen. Herself spellbound to the sole light in the room, stroking along her wet nethers. It was just like the story she read. A spy infiltrating a supervillain's lair, trying to steal data, only to fall victim to a hypnotic defense program, that entranced and reprogrammed her, turning her from a free-willed woman into an obedient slave. Jessie came as she read along the spy's final surrender, following her train of thoughts as the machine overpowered her...
Jessie did not bother showering today, her father and brother were still around the house, and instead proceeded to the next thing, something she had spent the last 2 days talking herself into believing was a good idea. She opened her closet and reached into the back, pulling out a large, nondescript box. Inside were bottles of lubricant and a thin, shiny black, modular full-body-suit, custom ordered for her. It was uniform, flexible, and went well with her motorcycle helmet for that latex-drone look she loved. Unfortunately, she never had found a partner to actually show it to. All the interested girls she met were not her type. Of course, there were a lot of suitable partners online, but still she never got to break it out before now. She lubed up herself, and both the interior and exterior of the suit to reduce creaking noises, before stepping in and pulling the shiny material over her wet and glistening body, smoothing out any wrinkles and sealing herself inside her bodysuit. The soft material rubbed enticingly over her crotch and breasts. She felt like she was transforming, becoming someone new. Drone Jessie, ready to infiltrate Lakeside for her mistress... She removed the gloves, originally she planned to wear facsimiles of her hands over them, but decided it too risky. She was panting in arousal, her face red as she looked at herself in the mirror, perfect, shiny smoothness enveloping her neck to toe. It felt comfortable, flexible, and so sexy. Her pussy was already drooling again, her juices and sweat and lube mixing underneath her second skin. She couldn't wait to smell herself once she opened it later, once all of this was over. Underneath this shiny and perfect surface, she was such a dirty slut. It felt perfect, right to be cocooned like this. She was sexy, and ready for everything.
To hide her new skin, she put on a grey turtleneck shirt and white long-arm polo over her torso, plus smart jeans and street sneakers with high black socks. Suddenly, instead of sexy drone Jessie she saw casual nerd Jessie. The deception felt as good as the tingling on her skin caused by the suit squeezing her in all the right places. She forced herself to calm down, before brushing her medium-length blonde hair, eating breakfast, brushing her teeth, grabbing her laptop bag and leaving for the site of the Lakeside building. All her doubts about the undertaking had vanished under a sexual truth: She was on a mission.
. . .
Jessie sat next to Via in the foyer at Lakeside, waiting to be called in. It was late morning by now. The trip had been long, she didn't go as fast as usual with her bike, too busy grinding her body against the seat vibrating with the engine. Driving had always had a sexual component with the purring of the engine, but today was special. She had been leaking fluids like a sieve ever since putting on the suit.
If I had masturbated some more, I wouldn't have needed any lubricant... She mused.
She looked to Via. She'd love to grill her some more about her previous work, without Sam or Dee around, but having spotted the cameras, she decided to just wait in silence, unless Via herself would break the ice.
Upon being called, Jessie gave the woman a look over. Attractive, sensibly dressed, non-threatening.
"The entropy of a system becomes constant as its temperature approaches absolute zero." Jessie answered, standing up.
"Nice to meet you, Dr. Adams." She shook the woman's hand.