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 WARNING!  This story is only for adults over the age of
 18 and contains Strong Sexual Content.  It is intended
 as a work of fiction for ADULTS only, and the author
 does not in any way condone similar behavior.
 If you are under the age or 18 or reside in a state,
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 THE SERVER
 
 By sfmaster@worldnet.att.net
 
 Archiving permitted, reposting is permitted; but only
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 the author by e-mail. The author forbids you to make,
 distribute, or sell multiple copies of this story on
 paper, disk, or other fixed format.
 However, individual readers may make single copies of
 the
 story for their own, non-commercial use.
 
 Copyright (c) 2001 by sfmaster@worldnet.att.net
 
 Attn: Readers please feel free to send an e-mail to the
 author.  I do want to hear from you!
 
 
 
 "The Server" by sfmaster@worldnet.att.net
 
 Storage Technologies International Announces
 Postponement of New Server
 New York; AP February 15, 2001
 
 Today, Storage Technologies International announced the
 postponement of their new, highly awaited server
 blaming unspecified technical problems.
 
 * * * * *
 
 "Let's run it up again!" I ordered.
 
 Contrary to the way new computer technologies are
 depicted in the news and TV, in actual fact they are
 pretty boring in reality.  Disk drives, servers,
 computers, are all designed on computer to fit a
 certain need, then produced down in the workshop (with
 the engineers and production people); then tested by us
 engineers to see if the damn thing works.
 
 With the Internet the hottest thing, the newest Middle
 Class toy, demand for new servers is jumping.  So I can
 just imagine our new server sitting in a server farm
 somewhere, selling all sorts of goodies for Internet
 Commerce.  Though more than likely the damn thing will
 be pushing Porn somewhere.
 
 "OK!"
 
 Sue was one of my engineers (unusual for a woman) and a
 genius to boot.  An MIT graduate she was one of the
 smartest people I've ever worked with.  Unfortunately,
 because of sexism in the male world of computers, she
 was the token women engineer.  Paradoxically, she was
 quite attractive: 5 foot 6 inches; moderate breasts and
 hips; and a lovely face.  And she was still single.
 
 Me?  I'm Dave, and I'm still bitter from my divorce. 
 When I came home and saw Catherine in bed with some
 guy, I packed a suitcase and left.  I realized then
 that I had been a bad husband, working endless hours in
 the lab instead of attending to my marriage -
 especially to a wife who needed constant reassurance
 that I loved her.
 
 "Powering up!" Sue announced.
 
 The new server was in its final testing stage.  All
 that was left was to fine-tune the software to make it
 as fast and efficient as possible.  With a calendar
 showing the days remaining until the dog and pony show
 to the press for the box, we had to finish.  So here we
 were, alone together in the computer room.  On a table
 was the remains of dinner - a pizza box and Coke;
 staples for anyone in the computer industry.
 
 We both watched our respective moniters as more and
 greater demands were progressively placed on the
 server.  A program, meant to simulate Internet traffic,
 was putting the server through its paces.
 
 "We're faster than anything else on the market," said
 Sue, "this should really sell."
 
 "Yeah," I said, wishing for a cigarette.
 
 Even though we were in the cold computer room, I was
 beginning to sweat for some reason.  Glancing at Sue, I
 saw that a sheen of perspiration had developed on her
 forehead.  Was the pressure getting to us to get this
 box to market?
 
 "You OK?" I asked.
 
 "Fine, I just need to stretch my legs," Sue answered,
 rising to her feet.
 
 "Me too," I said, pulling my chair back and joining
 her.
 
 We walked over to the new server, looking like idiots
 watching the lights flash as the machine was tested by
 the other computers.  By accident, I brushed by Sue,
 and was surprised to find her kissing me on the lips.
 
 "You know Dave," she purred, "ever since we started to
 work together, I've been attracted to you."
 
 "Thank you," I said.
 
 "There's really only one way to get a man's attention,"
 she continued.
 
 She backed me up against the new server, plastering me
 with kisses and fumbling with the buttons on my shirt. 
 Then she opened my pants, which fell to the floor, and
 reached inside my underwear.  Her hand massaged and
 pulled at my semi-erect cock.
 
 "Fuck me!" Sue cried, undoing her plaid skirt.
 
 "Here?"
 
 "Yes, here!"
 
 Sue had slipped off her skirt, then slipped her red
 panties down her hips exposing her sex.  She then
 pulled me to the floor next to the server, and opened
 her legs to accommodate me.
 
 "Fuck me!"
 
 I pulled off my underwear, and my cock was rock hard
 solid.  I plunged into Sue's open, wet and ready sex,
 and she moaned in pleasure as I began to piston inside
 her.  Soon, my grunts and her moans were echoing
 through the computer room.
 
 Sue was acting like a bitch in heat as her legs wrapped
 themselves around mine, drawing me ever closer to her. 
 I smelled her perfume, but couldn't place it.  It had
 been so long since I had been with a woman I was out of
 touch.
 
 While still a teenager, I thought that sex in the back
 of a car was uncomfortable.  I never thought that I
 would be screwing a woman on a computer room floor!
 
 "Ahhh!  Make me come!" Sue begged.
 
 Like the machines around me, I turned into a mindless
 sex machine.  I placed all of my mental and physical
 energy into my hard cock, driving it into Sue's open
 cunt.  She moaned with obvious pleasure from each
 thrust, even as her butt bounced on the cold computer
 room floor.
 
 "Oooooh!" Sue cried.
 
 "Aaaaah!"
 
 "Fuck me, Fuck me, I'm coming!" Sue screamed.
 
 We experienced multiple orgasms together, our bodies
 wracked with pleasure.  By the time they were finished,
 we lay together gasping for breath.
 
 "Wow!" I said, "I don't know what came over me, Sue, I
 didn't mean to make love to you like that."
 
 "It's all right, I wanted it, I begged for it," Sue
 answered.
 
 We got to our feet, and I helped Sue with her skirt.  I
 zipped up my pants, and we got back to our terminals.
 
 "When did we start to get horny?" Sue asked.
 
 "Let's see, when we ran the server up to full capacity
 and got close to it," I answered.
 
 "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" Sue questioned.
 
 "You're kidding," I answered, "that the server made us
 horny?"
 
 "Ever see the movie "Sleeper?"
 
 "Nope," I answered.
 
 "Woody Allen and Diane Keaton get into a device called
 an orgasmatron - an electronic booth that gives them
 all the sensations of sex."
 
 "But the server turned us into sex maniacs - I've never
 performed like that before," I admitted.
 
 "Neither did I," Sue answered.
 
 "What are we going to do?" I asked.
 
 "Anyone else in the building?" Sue asked.
 
 "The Security Guard makes his rounds soon," I offered.
 
 "Try him out on the server; to see if it works on
 someone else. I'll make myself scarce in the meantime."
 
 "What if it works on him?" I asked.
 
 "Then we have one hell of a computer problem."
 
 I didn't have to be a sex therapist to know that the
 guard was aroused.  I'd known Sam for a year, and we
 traded jokes and talked about sports scores often
 enough.  I had him stand near the server as the program
 out it through it's paces again.  I knew when Sam had a
 raging erection by the bulge in his pants, and he
 excused himself and left.
 
 "God Damn!" I swore to myself.
 
 * * * * *
 The sun's rays came through Carl's office blinds, as we
 had an early Saturday morning meeting.  He had been
 planning a day of golf with some corporate buyers;
 instead we had been here all night decided what to do. 
 Carl was our boss in charge of product development.
 
 Unlike most stuffed shirt corporate types, he had
 gotten us donuts and coffee before coming in.  The look
 of incredulity on his face was priceless.
 
 "Let me get this straight," Carl said, "whenever you
 bring up the server to full capacity, and you're close
 to it, you get horny?"
 
 "Yes," we both answered in unison.
 
 "You're kidding right?  This is just some sort of joke
 - isn't it?" Carl begged.
 
 "No," I answered, "the first time we discovered the
 server's effect, Sue and I were standing next to it. 
 Next thing we knew we were on the floor, making furious
 love.  I tested it our on Sam, the night guard, and he
 had a raging erection by the time he ran out of here."
 
 "Holy shit!  Does anyone else know about this?" Carl
 asked.
 
 "No.  I didn't tell Sam about it - just showed him the
 box without any explanation for my real motives."
 
 "Good.  That's all we would need - publicity!  You two
 did right to keep it under wraps.  One more thing."
 
 "Yes?" I answered.
 
 "Let me stand next to it, run it through a cycle and
 see what effect it has one on me - then we'll decide
 what to do!"
 
 We watched from our terminals as Carl, VP of product
 development, writhed like a Porn star with a raging
 erection in his pants, moaning as he finally unzipped
 his pants and ejaculated into a hankie.
 
 "Wow!" breathed Carl, "haven't felt like that it ages."
 
 We trooped back to Carl's office, and after he did a
 bathroom detour, sat back down for another conference.
 
 "This has to be a total security blackout between the
 three of us.  I'll call the company president, and
 we'll cancel the introduction.  You two have done a
 wonderful job in keeping the lid on this, and deserve a
 good night's sleep - so you can go home now," Carl
 said.
 
 "Not so fast," I replied, "before you came over, I made
 copies of everything from the server's development and
 placed them off site in a secure location - and called
 my lawyer.  Any money to be made from the server for
 use as a sex machine is to go to the whole team - not
 just the execs - or it will be leaked to the NY Times."
 
 "You're a suspicious bastard, you know that?" Carl
 spat.
 
 "Yes, I do," I answered.
 * * * * *
 Well, the server finally made it to market with some
 crucial modifications.  Since we were part of a
 conglomerate that had some defense contracts, the
 military came in, made us sign security oaths, and
 classified everything TOP SECRET.
 
 While the rest of the team got some additional money,
 Sue and I were bought off by large bonuses of money and
 stock - enough to keep us in luxury for life.
 
 Sue and I eventually got married, bought a house and
 had kids.  Still, I'll never forget that one time I
 banged her on the computer room floor - Wow!  Why can't
 sex be like that all the time?
 
 THE END

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