tell her to go for nine feet on the doors because you always wear six inch heels and include four artificial hot springs, two extra large ones for everybody and two medium ones for your personal with one large and one medium outside. and one large and one medium inside use with robust self cleaning because you will be fucking in them. tell her before any renovation plans are finalized to check with the maid collective, the security collective, and the cyber security collective for any upgrades they want that need to be done while the walls are open such as camera lines, laundry chutes, dumbwaiters, etc. then have a quickie while sharing a laugh at heathers situation
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You study the holographic blueprint once more, then gesture expansively at the door frames displayed in the projection.
"Make the doors nine feet high, not eight and a half," you instruct Rebecca. "I always wear six-inch heels, and I want comfortable clearance."
"Of course, Mistress," Rebecca responds, immediately adjusting the specifications on her tablet. "Nine feet it is."
You circle the holographic display, studying the mansion's layout. "I also want four artificial hot springs added to the property. Two extra large ones for general use, and two medium ones for my personal enjoyment. One large and one medium should be outdoors, the others inside."
Rebecca's eyes light up at the challenge. "That's an excellent addition, Mistress. I can integrate natural stone features with state-of-the-art heating and filtration systems."
"Make sure they have robust self-cleaning mechanisms," you add with a suggestive smile. "Because I'll definitely be fucking in them."
Rebecca blushes slightly, her enhanced muscles flexing as she makes rapid notes. "I'll design specialized filtration systems capable of handling... bodily fluids. Perhaps with some additional features to enhance pleasure while bathing."
"Good thinking," you nod approvingly. "Before any renovation plans are finalized, check with the maid, security, and cybersecurity collectives. I want to know if they need upgrades installed while the walls are open—camera lines, laundry chutes, dumbwaiters, that sort of thing."
"Brilliant," Rebecca responds, already creating a shared project file on her tablet. "It's much more efficient to install infrastructure during the main renovation phase. I'll coordinate with all collective leaders immediately."
You move closer to Rebecca, admiring her handiwork—and her enhanced form. The thought of Heather still writhing in orgasmic overload suddenly strikes you as absurdly funny.
"Can you believe Heather is still going?" you chuckle, sliding your hand along Rebecca's muscular back. "Eight hours and counting."
Rebecca laughs, a rich sound that sends vibrations through her magnificent chest. "The twins outdid themselves with that reverse bunnysuit. A self-sustaining pleasure loop is quite the engineering achievement."
"Speaking of engineering achievements," you purr, turning her to face you and pressing her against the holographic display table. The projections shimmer through her body as you claim her mouth in a demanding kiss.
Rebecca responds instantly, her strong hands gripping your hips. "Mistress," she breathes when you release her mouth, "may I service you?"
"You may," you consent, leaning back against the table as she drops to her knees, unfastening your pants with practiced efficiency. Her warm mouth engulfs your rapidly hardening cock, her tongue working skillfully along your shaft.
You thread your fingers through her practical ponytail, guiding her movements as you laugh again. "Poor Heather. We're having fun while she's stuck in an endless loop of pleasure she can't control."
Rebecca pulls back just enough to speak, her hand continuing to stroke you. "Some women just aren't cut out for positions of authority," she says with a smirk before taking you deeply into her throat again.
Your climax builds quickly under her expert attention, and you reward her with your release, which she swallows eagerly before standing and adjusting her clothing.
"I'll have those revised plans for you by dinner, Mistress," she states professionally, as though she hadn't just been on her knees. "Complete with collective input and hot spring specifications."