A Day Off

Nekane woke up as the sun crept through the curtains again. Today there was no Jeremy. After the events of the previous day she was to grumpy to entertain that idea at all. She had driven straight home, pecked at her sandwich and spent the rest of the evening doing laundry and chores around the house. She went to bed early still frustrated at how differently the day had ended up going compared to what she had planned.

She would redeem herself today. She needed to do a bit of Frad research, but she could spend a good part of the day relaxing. She had a big week ahead of her and needed to be her best. Although if Sergio had seen her performance yesterday she wouldn't be surprised if he took her off the project. Nekane was good at her job. Really good. But she could be a bit of a wildcard, because one of her best strengths could also turn into one of her biggest weaknesses: the sex thing.

Nekane didn't just enjoy sex like some people. She didn't just use it to get what she wanted, although she definitely did that. Her life revolved around it. Sex. Making love. Fucking. Nekane literally had to plan her day and life around getting screwed regularly.

She was extremely sensitive to the pheromones that human males secreted. All animals did this to some extent. The pursuer would excrete a chemical smell that would entice the pursued to mate with them. Humans happened to be a prolific species, and to Nekane's misfortunate all males almost constantly were putting out some amount of the stuff. Most females had evolved to be able to ignore the primal reaction and use logic and social norms to pretty much nullify and effect. But not Nekane. It drove her crazy and meant she would fuck any man any where any time.

Of course there were tricks and rules she had figured out. Timing was one of them. After a satisfying sexual experience she had a sort of grace period. Anywhere from a day to three or four where she wouldn't be affected as much. This would wear off slowly rather than all at once, but it was still useful. It's one of the reasons having a boy-toy like Jeremy around was useful. A good romp with him would usually last her all weekend. It truly was dependent on the experience too: the pathetic O she had rubbed out yesterday wasn't going to help her in the least today.

Different men affected her differently as well. Sergio could look her up and down from across the room and his cock would be down her throat the next second. Part of that was that it might be true even if she didn't have her special... sensitivity. But he also put out a strong potent aura that affected her quite strongly.

Other men were not nearly as effective with their presence, although this wasn't necessarily saying much. As much as Namon made her want to vomit, she was ashamed and embarrassed to admit that just last week he had her bent over in the stairwell as she begged for him to "cum in her little cunt". She recalled her exact words as she gagged remembering the experience.

All her encounters with men seemed to be a function of those two factors: time since her last sexual experience, and natural strength of pheromones, and along with that physical proximity. She had developed systems and strategies to deal with her body; somedays they were more successful than others. Some days she was truly frustrated and it felt every bit of a disability. But as she had gotten older she had gotten better at matching her life to her unique circumstances. She was beautiful and she loved sex. She doubted she could have climbed her way up the corporate ladder to where she was had she not been so... gifted. Plus, she had an apartment full of luxuries and connections all over the Metro. Things had worked out alright for her she thought.

She sat on her living room couch and logged on to the Metro news archive by entering her company credentials. "Frad Family" she typed into the computer. A few articles popped up, but not many. She imagined they were a newer family, or one whose fortunate had changed for the better recently. She could trace individual names and probably find more information.

Nekane looked at her computer clock and realized she had been at it for a few hours. Time to get some fresh air for a bit. She was playing it safe so she drove to her female only gym a couple blocks away. Nekane wasn't the only female trying to stay away from men at the gym. They had an entire floor of their building that was designed as a park where she could run a few miles. Running calmed her nerves and kept her body fit and firm. She enjoyed all kinds of sport, but few things gave the immediate satisfaction and progress that straight running did.

Nekane took full advantage of the fact the gym was females only. She wore a white sports bra that despite its best efforts couldn't hide how full her breasts were. Matching white shorts and shoes completed her outfit and she topped it off with a white hair scrunchie on her high ponytail. Her jet black hair bounced as she ran, and after a mile or so he body was glowing. She was even getting a few lustful stares from the other women, but she was in the zone.

She ran 5 miles and then started her stretching routine. Her mind was clear and her thinking straight. She felt ready for the week and confident as she finished stretching. There was only one more thing to do. She took her watch communicator and sent a text message to Sergio.

"Come in early tomorrow?"