- Joined
- Jan 4, 2015
Philip fell back onto the server cabinets and sighed... Finally, that was over...
He had been down here for two weeks straight, and was very intimate with ever inch of the oval shaped server room...
Cleanliness had not been a problem, as the club staff had brought him things like toothbrushes and toothpaste, bodywash, and electric razor, and what not, And the deep sink in the janitorial closet had been easily rigged as a makeshift shower. He was even on a first name basis with the "Slave Mich" Janitor that was assigned to keep this area clean... Anthony had even splurged to have contractors plumb in a toilet in the deep sink for him in little more than 4 hours...
He liked being up on rack 4A for three reasons... Its roof had a curved S shape that fit his body comfortably, and despite being made from metal he found it very comfortable, two, it was up high, and Phillip had a vantage point to see who was entering the huge server filled room, that way they couldn't sneak up on him and break his concentration. Three, it had cooling fans blowing warm air on him from an adjacent rack...
He rolled over, and forgot momentarily where he was. The server racks where twelve feet high...
The good news was he had already made this mistake once, and crashed to the concrete floor, bruising his arm. Luckily he was not hurt seriously, and had since padded the floor with rolls of carpet padding from a nearby storeroom...
He fell into the rolls with a soft crash, the spongy material taking all of the shock from the fall, and for a moment he felt as if he was five years old again in a bouncy house...
He chuckled, and struggled to get to his feet... His phone was full of text messages from the gorgeous Elena... Holy fuck, Elena! It had been two weeks since their hot and steamy encounter in the shower... "Omg omg omg......" He thought to himself... Yes she had come to visit him all of the time, but he had been so obsessed with fixing his new charge and securing the servers that...
He thumbed through the messages of his phone... "I miss you..." was the last text she had sent him.
He ran to his makeshift shower. "Fuck fuck fuck...." He mumbled...
Phillip Kicked the door open to his closet, and cursed Slave Mich for leaving the bucket in front of the door for him to trip on. He looked at himself in the makeshift amber-colored mirror he had made from the disks of ruined hard drives, and epoxied to the wall... He quickly rinsed off in his ad-hoc shower, toweled dry in record speed, then went out into the server room to rifle through the clothing that the staff had brought down to him...
Only jeans and T Shirts... Fine, It didn't matter, he would dress up and take her somewhere nice later...
Phillip thumbed through his phone... It was 0231 hours... That wouldn't matter, the hotel gift shop would be open 24 hrs... But then again she wouldn't want any old knick-nack.... "ARRRGGHHH...."
He quickly pulled on a clean, faded pair of wranglers, and his charcoal gray T shirt with the red "Thundercats" logo printed on the front of it....
Then he had an idea... He ran to the parts supply closet with his boots flopping around his ankles...
He began to dig through the bins, searching for various odds and ends... Finding them, he began to laugh like an evil super villain, He sat right there on the floor and began to work...
Some fiber-optic coring, a few batteries, some LEDs, an older microcontroller, and a little black gorilla tape later, his creation was complete...
In his hands was a gorgeous fiber optic re-creation of a rose... Its synthetic petals lighting up and flowing, morphing, and changing into a myriad of colors.... Yes, this would be suitable... Maybe she wouldn't kill him... "Never again..." He promised himself... Never again would he Neglect her like this, his goddamned Zen state making him oblivious.
It couldn't be healthy, He could watch Anthony kill the hacker in some unimaginable painful manner later...
He threw on some old spice wolfthorne deodorant, brushed his teeth, and high tailed it back to the elevator...
Phillip was at the adjoining door to her apartment a mere 3 minutes later... She had left it open...
The Mechanic quietly crossed the threshold again, feeling much the way he did two weeks ago... His legs feeling as if they were made of something heavier and refused to move...
The room was dark, save for the dim lighting around the perimeter of the rooms ceiling, giving off a faint bluish hue... The stairs to her bedroom also being framed by such lighting...
The ad-hoc gift in his hands shone brightly in the darkness, its many changing colors appearing almost magical...
Phillip saw Elena in her bed, as beautiful as ever, her perfectly proportioned tattooed body neatly framed by the silky sheets...
He smiled... Phillip desperately wanted to do something nice for her... The he saw something on the bed with her... A blue vibrator... He reached down to grasp it...
Phillip's mind then hatched yet another idea...
The mechanic neatly slid himself under the sheets with the tattoo artist, and gently spread her legs, careful not to wake her.... Using the rose to light his way, he followed her shapely inked legs to her crotch...
Elena was completely naked, and the Asian Dragon tattoo just above her vagina looked at him hungrily...
It was a little freaky, the thought of kissing an Asian dragon... But this was Elana, it was just who she was...
Phillip turned the blue vibrator on to its lowest setting, and spit on the end of it... He then used it to gently tease her outer folds, hearing he juices begin to flow... He then slipped the device inside of her succulent honey pot, and closed his eyes... He wrapped his lips around her clit, and sucked it gently, caressing it with his hot tongue...
He gently stirred her sopping pussy with the toy, fucking her with it gently, and kissed her quivering clitoris under her sheets as if it was her mouth...
He had been down here for two weeks straight, and was very intimate with ever inch of the oval shaped server room...
Cleanliness had not been a problem, as the club staff had brought him things like toothbrushes and toothpaste, bodywash, and electric razor, and what not, And the deep sink in the janitorial closet had been easily rigged as a makeshift shower. He was even on a first name basis with the "Slave Mich" Janitor that was assigned to keep this area clean... Anthony had even splurged to have contractors plumb in a toilet in the deep sink for him in little more than 4 hours...
He liked being up on rack 4A for three reasons... Its roof had a curved S shape that fit his body comfortably, and despite being made from metal he found it very comfortable, two, it was up high, and Phillip had a vantage point to see who was entering the huge server filled room, that way they couldn't sneak up on him and break his concentration. Three, it had cooling fans blowing warm air on him from an adjacent rack...
He rolled over, and forgot momentarily where he was. The server racks where twelve feet high...
The good news was he had already made this mistake once, and crashed to the concrete floor, bruising his arm. Luckily he was not hurt seriously, and had since padded the floor with rolls of carpet padding from a nearby storeroom...
He fell into the rolls with a soft crash, the spongy material taking all of the shock from the fall, and for a moment he felt as if he was five years old again in a bouncy house...
He chuckled, and struggled to get to his feet... His phone was full of text messages from the gorgeous Elena... Holy fuck, Elena! It had been two weeks since their hot and steamy encounter in the shower... "Omg omg omg......" He thought to himself... Yes she had come to visit him all of the time, but he had been so obsessed with fixing his new charge and securing the servers that...
He thumbed through the messages of his phone... "I miss you..." was the last text she had sent him.
He ran to his makeshift shower. "Fuck fuck fuck...." He mumbled...
Phillip Kicked the door open to his closet, and cursed Slave Mich for leaving the bucket in front of the door for him to trip on. He looked at himself in the makeshift amber-colored mirror he had made from the disks of ruined hard drives, and epoxied to the wall... He quickly rinsed off in his ad-hoc shower, toweled dry in record speed, then went out into the server room to rifle through the clothing that the staff had brought down to him...
Only jeans and T Shirts... Fine, It didn't matter, he would dress up and take her somewhere nice later...
Phillip thumbed through his phone... It was 0231 hours... That wouldn't matter, the hotel gift shop would be open 24 hrs... But then again she wouldn't want any old knick-nack.... "ARRRGGHHH...."
He quickly pulled on a clean, faded pair of wranglers, and his charcoal gray T shirt with the red "Thundercats" logo printed on the front of it....
Then he had an idea... He ran to the parts supply closet with his boots flopping around his ankles...
He began to dig through the bins, searching for various odds and ends... Finding them, he began to laugh like an evil super villain, He sat right there on the floor and began to work...
Some fiber-optic coring, a few batteries, some LEDs, an older microcontroller, and a little black gorilla tape later, his creation was complete...
In his hands was a gorgeous fiber optic re-creation of a rose... Its synthetic petals lighting up and flowing, morphing, and changing into a myriad of colors.... Yes, this would be suitable... Maybe she wouldn't kill him... "Never again..." He promised himself... Never again would he Neglect her like this, his goddamned Zen state making him oblivious.
It couldn't be healthy, He could watch Anthony kill the hacker in some unimaginable painful manner later...
He threw on some old spice wolfthorne deodorant, brushed his teeth, and high tailed it back to the elevator...
Phillip was at the adjoining door to her apartment a mere 3 minutes later... She had left it open...
The Mechanic quietly crossed the threshold again, feeling much the way he did two weeks ago... His legs feeling as if they were made of something heavier and refused to move...
The room was dark, save for the dim lighting around the perimeter of the rooms ceiling, giving off a faint bluish hue... The stairs to her bedroom also being framed by such lighting...
The ad-hoc gift in his hands shone brightly in the darkness, its many changing colors appearing almost magical...
Phillip saw Elena in her bed, as beautiful as ever, her perfectly proportioned tattooed body neatly framed by the silky sheets...
He smiled... Phillip desperately wanted to do something nice for her... The he saw something on the bed with her... A blue vibrator... He reached down to grasp it...
Phillip's mind then hatched yet another idea...
The mechanic neatly slid himself under the sheets with the tattoo artist, and gently spread her legs, careful not to wake her.... Using the rose to light his way, he followed her shapely inked legs to her crotch...
Elena was completely naked, and the Asian Dragon tattoo just above her vagina looked at him hungrily...
It was a little freaky, the thought of kissing an Asian dragon... But this was Elana, it was just who she was...
Phillip turned the blue vibrator on to its lowest setting, and spit on the end of it... He then used it to gently tease her outer folds, hearing he juices begin to flow... He then slipped the device inside of her succulent honey pot, and closed his eyes... He wrapped his lips around her clit, and sucked it gently, caressing it with his hot tongue...
He gently stirred her sopping pussy with the toy, fucking her with it gently, and kissed her quivering clitoris under her sheets as if it was her mouth...