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Chapter 22 Part 2 Nude Staff and Launch Memories
"You slut, seducing the boss while I'm still in you. Don't you deserve a beating, huh?" He bucked harder, white foam squeezing out and dripping onto the floor, the wet slap‑slap echoing through the company.
I smiled faintly and turned away.
The front desk is a special position, like a boss's secretary always the focus of fantasy. A suited, tight‑skirted, black‑stockinged secretary, like Lin Xiong's Xiao Ding, bent over a desk or glass wall to satisfy men's urge to conquer but we couldn't afford a dedicated secretary.
Even a poor company needs a face, though. And here, the only position whose job description includes sex is the front desk a benefit for employees.
At a startup, everyone works seriously during office hours, men and women alike, but only Xiao Wei is "public property." I'd made that clear when hiring: she must satisfy the staff's sexual needs and not just staff.
This water delivery guy serviced the nearby offices, knew the rules, and screwed her every time he came.
I passed the open office area. Only a bit more than twenty people inside, all heads down and working. Whether it was because I'd come back or not, who knew.
I glanced toward Linsheng's office locked; he hadn't come in.
On a large display: Today's downloads: 1,490; Total downloads: 801,320.
"Mr. Chen, you're back." Someone greeted me. I looked over toward the break area and froze. "Ah… I don't recall announcing 'no clothes' day. You two planning to take Xiao Wei's place?"
Two nude women giggled, holding cups.
The younger one, holding a pink mug, smiled shyly. "We can't compare with Xiao Wei. Mr. Chen, it's just… a lot of pressure today, so I took my clothes off."
"Oh? Naked for stress relief that's hard work indeed."
The younger was our copywriter, He Yicheng just graduated, shy, glasses, always demure.
I looked down. Her tender, juicy, pear‑shaped breasts were enticing, rosy nipples lovely to behold.
"Then why the panties? Why not take those off too?" My gaze drifted lower: flat, taut belly, white gauzy panties so sheer they were practically nothing. Through them, you could see the smooth mound beneath, even the pinkness below. She was naturally hairless.
She only smiled, too shy to answer.
"Xiao He works hard. Mr. Chen, now that you're back, I've got reimbursements that need your signature."
Beside her was our cashier, Zhang Zixuan over thirty, everyone called her Sister Xuan. A mother with a lush figure, big, firm breasts, nothing hidden below. Between her trimmed hair, her petals shone. When my eyes rested there, her body trembled slightly and a bit more moisture appeared.
He's panties were perfectly dry her mind on work, anxious, shedding clothes only to free her inspiration. Nude as cause, calm as effect.
For Sister Xuan, the thrill of exposure aroused her; nude as cause, pleasure as effect.
"Sister Xuan, did your husband call again?" I knew it wasn't the first time.
She nodded cheerfully.
"Bring the forms later. Oh, not too soon say, half an hour." I chuckled. "Pity about my rules: no sex during work hours."
Her husband loved exposing her. He'd call her at work and order her to strip and stay naked until she came home. Sometimes he made her commute nude. At the office, my rules banned sex; on the road, she was on her own free prey. Our guys time their departures to "enjoy" the curvy colleague on the way.
Even with that temptation, I couldn't break my own rules. Besides, there was already a non‑employee woman waiting "my girlfriend."
Before heading into my office, I scanned the headlines. Xiao Wei collected the papers daily to see how the media viewed our model.
"'Xunxing' adoption far exceeds expectations; more women than men install."
"Sex is human nature how can it be traded for money?"
"Another university bans 'Xunxing' on campus."
"Full‑time female 'Xunxing' players emerge! Close to 10k a month!"
"'Just pocket money'? A look at high‑school beauties using 'Xunxing'."
I didn't need to read the rest; controversy was expected. Our first product, "Xunxing," fused a familiar old‑world business model with this world's sexual norms. Tech here was comparable to my old world, even ahead in some areas.
But apps lagged behind mainly news reading; shopping and social were in their early stages. That gave me an edge.
Collision with social norms was inevitable, which was why younger people like Linsheng got it instantly. He'd provided our first capital; we were still patching holes, but the name was spreading.
Now, he handled biz dev, investment, and advertising; I handled ops and marketing. He had an office but rarely came in; we mostly used chat.
I opened my own door a small office, boxes stacked everywhere. On the sofa sat the woman waiting for me.
"Yayi, you're back."
"Xunxing" had launched about three months earlier. We'd held a small opening and product launch, inviting upstream and downstream partners, personal friends, staff, and a few media.
Not many guests, but they came in dribs and drabs. I paced, nervous.
Wang Linsheng, arm in arm with Liu Yuejun, chatted easily with couples. If I, as cofounder, turned up alone, it felt like bringing a same‑sex date to a similar event in my old world.
"Yayi, didn't you say your girlfriend was coming? Where is she?" he asked quietly.
"On the way. I might go down to pick her up."
"Don't miss the unveiling I'll hold the fort… Ah, wait, Miss Lin is here."
I turned. Lin Jiabi had arrived with Yun Huijie.
I'd invited Zhang Yong and Xu Yingzhi as well, but Yingzhi, pregnant at the Maternity Center, couldn't come. They'd sent flowers.
For the ceremony, Jiabi wore a champagne fishtail gown; her mermaid curves brought the pool to mind. Her hair was swept into an updo, regal.
Yun wore a simple light‑yellow trench coat, hair slicked back.
"Congratulations, congratulations! Grand opening. Linsheng, Yayi, it's finally begun!"
"Thank you, Miss… thank you, Mr. Yun."
"Linsheng, work hard. Honestly, Uncle Wang always complains about you. But I know you're talented and full of ideas. Prove yourself make him proud."
He smiled a little bitterly. "Thanks, Jiabi. That's just how he is. This time, I'll show results."
"Do it. He really does care. And you, Yayi your plan is up and running. I couldn't help much, but teaming with Linsheng is amazing."
"Miss, you flatter me. I'm lucky to know you. Sister Lanrui told me Mr. Lin didn't comment; maybe he thought it immature."
"Haha, you're too modest. On the way, Jiabi explained your idea I thought it was fun. I told her to install it and try to be the first booking," Yun joked.
"I did think about it. What's the lowest price?" she asked.
"Ten credits if you want; we can even set it to one."
"That's way too low. Ten then I can accept dozens at once, heehee."
"You slut, you'll scare Yayi," Yun laughed, hand at her waist.
She glanced over with a smile, then asked me, "Oh, right why are you alone? I wanted to meet your girlfriend."
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