Claire from Sales raised an eyebrow, swallowing a sip of her coffee. “What's up, Greg, you look like you've seen a ghost.” Greg didn't even hear her. On the screen, his own face was selected. The countdown had reached zero an eternity ago.
“He is terrified by this app's capabilities.”
True enough. Not much to go on there. He thought quickly, already feeling the compulsion to pick something. He would already be gambling with the 'Hesitation' penalty, so he had to choose carefully. 'Terrified' was the right thing to be. Nothing came to mind for 'app' or 'capabilities'. There was only one option. Pronouns would be likely to appear again, it would be easy to change it back, he hoped. Gingerly, he tapped on 'he', and changed it to 'she'.
The screen flashed red again, of course. “Hesitation”. Greg gritted his teeth.
“She is aroused by this app's capabilities.”
Georgia breathed a lurid sigh. Georgia was her name. Huh. Well, this proved that the wizard, or whoever built this app, probably built it horny. That was good. She was too. How could she not be! Think of the possibilities! The knowledge that these feeling were produced by the app itself only stoked her excitement.
“Georgia? You Ok?” Claire from Sales was still standing there, trying to work a knot out of her shoulders. Georgia selected her with the phone.
“This single mother is massaging her chronically stiff joints.”
That was easy.
“This single mother is massaging her chronically stiff cock.”
Claire idly fondled a distinctive bulge through the front of he conservative black slacks. One more:
“Claire cares deeply for her daughter.” Sweet.
“Claire cares deeply for her concubines.” Sweeter. One more:
“This bisexual dickgirl sold an advertising contract to an oral sex company last month.”
A little more adventurous this time. Georgia smirked:
“This bisexual dickgirl sold an advertising executive to an oral sex company last month.”
The hesitation counter never even reached two.
Georgia looked up from her phone. Claire was still groping herself through her pants, and eyeing her expectantly.
“I'm alright, just a little flustered.”
Claire sipped her coffee, never taking her hand off her cock.
“Hey that's alright. Good job on the Marie Cayman spot, they like the progress a lot.”
“Ah, thanks.”
“I mean, don't get me wrong, I'll take some credit. Giving them Elizabeth was a stroke of genius. Build the client's confidence, and get rid of a bad boss. Hope that cocksucker likes being a literal cocksucker.” She sipped her coffee again. “Though if I'm honest, Maya and Dynasty thought of it. Clever girls. But I own them, So I own their ideas.” She sipped her coffee again, and walked off with a “See ya later” and a wistful smile. One more:
“Claire's right hand is occupied by her rock hard cock.” Why not, she'd done her enough favors already:
“Claire's right hand is replaced by her rock hard cock.”
As she walked away, her hand moved from the front of her slacks to inside them.