"THREE!"
"TWO!"
"ONE!"
"WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO"
Norma flinched as the world erupted in a cacophony of lights and noise, the cramped room set aside for her company's NYE party shaking with the onslaught of fireworks and drunken yells.
'Nother year down, huh'
She'd always hated these events. The people, the fireworks, the reminder that she'd wasted another 365 days slaving away at her desk pouring over numbers getting older, lonelier and more boring as time went on.
"Eyyyy chief!!"
She must've drifted off because the sheer bulk of her intern's body would've been hard to miss otherwise, the amazonian girl's body filling her entire vision as she stepped uncomfortably close.
She jumped backwards and squawked, bumping her head against the wall, suddenly keenly aware of the scent - a mixture of lubricant, booze, Bergamotte & cotton candy - assaulting her already blurry mind and setting her heart racing.
"What is-- you shouldn't--"
She fought valiantly and regained some of her composure, the mask of the cool business woman slipping into place with only a little tugging.
"What can I help you with, Erina?"
The teen smiled down her her beatifically, one clawed hand resting on the wall to the right and above her head.
"Just chegging up on my faaaaavorite person is all".
Normal swore internally. Whatever laws governed cyborg intoxication they surely forbid this level of drinking on the job, but... was she really gonna tell her no? Not in front of all these people, surely. Good god she was drifting again. This wasn't right. None of this was right.
"A-ehehe, uh... th-thanks. You enjoy the party?"
'Why am I babbling, get out of here, get out of here now, send her home, send yourself home, you wanted to be asleep by now, just rub one out and go to sleep and forget all this just--'
Erina stepped even closer, giant breasts almost brushing against Norma's head.
"I enjoy eet..."
She broke into a fit of giggles.
"Becaush... becaush... you! You!! YES!"
A scary amount of lucidity seemed to illuminate her steely eyes all of a sudden.
"I enjoyy eet becaush YOU! are 'ere... bwahahahahaha"
Norma couldn't do anything but nod, hope nobody else was bearing witness to the exchange.
"Uh... thank... you?"
Her voice was shaking more it had any right to.
"Anywayigottago"
Norma ducked out to the side, heartbeat drumming a frenzied rhythm in her ears.
It was only when she was halfway down the corridor she noticed two things. One, she'd instinctively taken the way to her office. Two, Erina had followed her just a pace behind, using her feline agility to avoid making noise. Norma turned, only to find her wrist gently but firmly enveloped by her intern's claws.
"Let me go!"
Erina smiled down at her, lazily.
"Is that really what you want?"
The older woman sputtered. Of course it's what she wanted, how DARE this teenaged upstart defy her?
Somehow the words wouldn't come out, causing the young girl's smile to take on a hint of predation.
"I'm all yours, of course. Tell me to stop, tell me to let go, tell me to go away again and I will".
With a mix of horror Norma watched as her hand - and soon a bit of her body - was lifted upwards toward's Erina's bossom, her tiny palm flush against its enormous expanse.
"Should I stop?"
Norma's head swam, and despite herself her fingers closed, feeling the biomimetic flesh underneath them give in just the right way.
Erina gave an approving croon, prompting Norma to double her efforts, mind screaming as her body seemed to find just the right strength and rhythm to make the cyborg whimper in bliss.
Somehow, they ended up on her desk, Norma cradled in Erina's lap her fingers caught in a relentless assault on her intern's chest, loins burning with unfulfilled longing.
"DRINK!"
The forcefullness of the command cracked down on Norma's being like a whip, sending a cascade of shivers across her inflamed body.
Erina exposed her breasts to the air and lifted Norma's head up to her nipples, the synthetic flesh inlaid with a latticework of silvery-blue circuitry, the tops already glistening with the promise of things to come.
The older woman wanted to protest, only for her objections to be silenced with a scalding-hot stream of sickingly sweet milk that seemed to wash away all remaining shreds of decency and reason.
Norma's body bucked, the sheer overload of sensation overloading her being with the cresting wave on orgasm whose screams were lost as Erina pressed her closer against her pulsating chest.
"Good girllll---"
That did it.
Something in Norma's mind just snapped as she went stiff like a plank, then trashed over and over and over again, legs kicking wildly as wave after wave of ecstatic pleasure raced through her body in an ever-escalating cascade that turned her vision white, only the firm grasp of her intern keeping her from falling to the floor.
A long, long, long while later she finally came to. Her mind felt empty, replaced with luminescent clouds of thick cotton. Her body felt drained, muscles sore like she'd just finished a marathon. Her face was sticky, her mouth coated with a taste she struggled to place.
"Heyyy there, Chief".
She was laying on the floor, head in Erina's lap, the concrete underneath somehow rendered as the finest of cushions.
"I... we..."
The teen just smiled.
"You never told me to stop".
Norma nodded, incapable of not smiling in turn.
Maybe... this new year wouldn't be all that bad after all.