Virtual world - reboot (Patreon)

Looking at Clark a little wary, but still not as vicious as a few minutes ago, Lewis is not yet completely, but already understood what kind of shit he was in. Or rather, of course, not him, but a copy of his mind, which he made to preserve his consciousness, but this did not make it any easier

"Maybe... ahem-ahem... maybe that's enough?"

Lewis spoke slowly, trying to sound more masculine, but still realizing that he was squeaking like a dumb chick, and also had some kind of bimbo accent, while Clark, legs apart and sitting on a leather sofa with an evil smile, watched as Lewis trying to keep his balance in high heels and how his breasts sway at the slightest movement, even when Lewis was trying to just stand

- Of course not, baby, as I said, now I would like to see the dance

Fat Clark snapped his fingers and out of nowhere came slow music, so disgustingly tasteless that Lewis, like a real music lover and lover of the classics, closed his eyes in displeasure.

- I don't...

- Shut up and dance! Otherwise I can make things worse, you know that!

And Lewis knew it. It really was a stalemate, and he knew he'd better dance, feeling the unaccustomed weight of his huge, heavy breasts and long hair, wanting to make the most of the moment from the sex and blowjob that Clark had already talked about.

- Hmm... no... not that...

Clarke said, and Lewis suddenly felt something metallic in his palm and, looking closely, realized that it was a long dancing pole. The surroundings were a little darker with shades of purple, but Clark was still in the room, staring at Lewis intently.

Clark himself was pleased. His revenge, albeit virtual and albeit with a clone of his leader, still happened. In the real world, on the face of Clark, connected to virtual reality with the help of various wires, sitting at home and creating a home server at home, the same sly smile also appeared and his penis was already ready for other sexual pleasures.

Maybe someday someone will find out that Clark illegally stole a copy of Lewis's mind from the employee data warehouse today, but today he will definitely have a lot of fun and this is just the beginning.

- I could give you knowledge about dancing, but it won't be so much fun, but the atmosphere here is much better... fuck, someone is calling me, I'm sure it's YOU, fuck! Why the hell are you making me always work overtime! I have to answer... In the meantime, have fun here, haha!

Clarke said, and suddenly another man was in his place. Lewis stared at him in surprise until he spoke up asking him why Lewis wasn't dancing, he had paid for this private dance and was expecting a spectacle.

Meanwhile, Clarke, pissed off by a late call from his boss Lewis, returned to the simulation, added some data about Lewis's new virtual life, made it so that he couldn't change jobs and was forced to sexually gratify all his visitors every day, and typed the "speed up simulation" command. making it so that the virtual generated world did not differ from ours, in which Lewis was a stripper and a prostitute, began to live by his own rules for 6 months