“We’ve been quite forgiving of your previous misdemeanours because you’re a brilliant developer, Chrissy. But copying business information for personal use is a fireable offence. We can’t overlook this misconduct, so we’re gonna have to let you go,” said the CEO.
To be honest, I can’t blame them for their decision. I probably would’ve done the same in their position. If one of my employees did something behind my back, I’d want to do more than just fire them. A jail sentence would seem appropriate. Maybe my actions were illegal. I actually hadn’t thought about that, but I got tired of my bosses raking in millions while I did all the hard work.
I mean, it was my work on the blockchain that helped them secure millions of dollars in contracts. My light six-figure salary wasn’t bad, but I should’ve received a share of the profits. At the very least, a bonus. But I got nothing. So screw them. I’m bummed about not receiving a salary anymore, but I didn’t want to enrich them any longer. They were a bunch of bastards, and I’m glad I extracted some of their marketing tactics.
Three months have passed since I was fired, and I still haven’t been able to find a good-paying job. I love developing new technological projects, but I’m hesitant to give my knowledge and expertise to another corporation that will feast on the profits while I crawl around the table, trying to pick up the crumbs.
With my savings dwindling, I got desperate. I needed a plan, and I needed one ASAP. Think, Chrissy. You’re not dumb. You’ve got the skillset to develop; you just need to get it out there. But how?
I was hoping that social media would give me a clue, so I logged onto my account and browsed the profiles of the people I follow. Then, I looked at my following—just over ten thousand people. That’s not bad for a geeky girl. Although, I will admit that most of my followers are geeks who like my perky breasts that I reveal in tight vests. I think they also relate to me because I wear big, black-framed glasses that make me look like a hot nerd. Quite a few of my followers commented that they loved my flowy brunette hair. I guess I fulfilled their hot, librarian fantasy.
To get insight into my followers’ interests, I browsed through numerous profiles. And I discovered that most of them shared an interest in crypto. That’s when it clicked: I should develop a crypto coin and market it to my followers. I can use copywriting ideas from my previous company that I stole. They’ve got amazing copy that they haven’t used, yet. Perfect.
Now, as for the coin that I should develop. It has to be something different. What’s big at the moment? Artificial intelligence and gaming coins. I know. I’ll develop a reward coin that can be used only in AI video games. Brilliant.
I can market it as a presale coin for a big AI game that will be launched in the near future. Of course, I’ll still have to develop that AI game, but that’ll depend on the profits earned from the coin sales. There’s no point in me dedicating more time to this project if I don’t make any money from selling the coins.
Two weeks later, I developed the AI game reward coin. I knew that it was only a digital asset that had no intrinsic value, and the only way it would catch people’s attention was with an alluring design. The coin’s logo, marketing copy and, of course, my promotion to fellow geeks would determine the coin’s success.
I contacted the designer that my previous company used, with whom I was good friends with, to design my campaign. A week later, he sent me amazing designs. They were bright, eloquent and futuristic—just the way I hoped they would turn out.
While waiting for the designs, I studied the language that my previous company used for their marketing copy. It was short and punchy, but it made you want to find out more about the product. I realised that they did an amazing job at getting the consumer’s attention, and the next step would be the consumer finding out more about the product on their site.
Yeah, that’s it. I need a website that gives more information about the coin and provides a platform for them to purchase it. I’ll have to have a chat box, so I can answer questions that consumers have in real-time. If they click off the site without getting the information they need, they won’t complete their purchase.
It took me a few days to design the website and add a chat box and a payment platform. The time had arrived for my first tweet, which was, ‘Something exciting is coming to AI and gaming.’
A few hours later, when I checked that tweet, I was surprised to see that more than a hundred people had commented on it, asking what that was. I had an overwhelming desire to announce my product, but I figured that I would keep them in suspense for another day so that more excitement would build.
The following day when I logged on, I posted a picture of myself in a tight tank top, my breasts slightly sticking out, and a photoshop of the logo on the coin in my hand while smiling. The picture got five thousand likes. Many of my followers wanted to know what coin I was holding.
On the third day of my campaign, I tweeted, ‘Imagine getting rewarded while playing an epic AI game, to be released soon.’ I checked my following and saw that it had increased to twelve thousand. I presumed that some of my followers had shared my photo, which resulted in others following me. The comments section was swarmed with people wanting to know what the project was about. I replied to the top comment that I would release more info tomorrow. My comment got a thousand likes. I was pumped about tomorrow. I had a good feeling about it.
In the morning, I checked my posts from the previous days and saw that more people had engaged in them. I knew that it was time to launch. I tweeted, ‘Get in on the presale to get discounted game reward tokens for a new AI game that’s out of this world.’
I put a link to the website and then replied to the comments. I also monitored the chat room on the website and responded promptly. Providing as much information as possible about the project was crucial for converting enquiries into sales.
On numerous occasions throughout the day, I wanted to check the sales, but I refrained. If there were none, I would’ve been disappointed. If there was one, then I would’ve checked for others every few minutes. I had no time for that, as I had to chat with potential customers.
Surprisingly, the questions kept coming in until midnight. I figured that some of the people lived in different time zones. I continued working until one in the morning before deciding to go to bed.
In the morning, I checked the sales report. My eyes widened, and my lips parted as I saw that the revenue was just over $2,000. For one day of marketing, I thought that was an extraordinary result, especially since the project was new.
I tweeted that I would give every person ten coins who shared my post with their followers. The post had more than 1,000 retweets. I spent the rest of the day replying to comments on social media and in the chat room. This time, I had to work until three in the morning, and I still hadn’t answered all the questions.
After sleeping for only four hours, I checked the revenue report and saw that it was $3,500.
By the end of the month, I had generated $20,000 in coin sales. The sales had more than doubled by the end of the next month. I couldn’t believe that I was making that much money by marketing on social media.
In the third month, several people who bought the coins asked when the game would be released. I said, “Soon.”
I had been so busy with marketing and support that I had forgotten about developing the game. Maybe I didn’t need to. It seemed that people were more excited about the coin than the game. But how could I keep this charade going? Eventually, they’ll ask about the game again.
Hmmm. What if I design a version 2.0 coin? But what will be special about it to make people buy it? I can market it as a coin that quadruples the player’s rewards if they have both coins and enables them to unlock new stages of the game to collect more rewards. Yeah, that sounds like a plan.
The problem is that I didn’t have time to develop the new coin because I was too busy with the marketing and attending to customer queries. I decided to hire a developer.
Of all the applications I received, Dave was the most qualified. He was kinda geeky but also hot. I couldn’t put my finger on it, but something about him made me fantasise about him giving it to me hard from behind. That’s one of the reasons I insisted he work from my home. Also, I wanted instant communication with him about the project.
The thing I loved the most about Dave is that he was a hard worker. He wasn’t a clock watcher, and he went over and above the call of duty.
One night when we worked late, he asked if I wanted a massage because I looked tense. I agreed. His hands rubbing my shoulders and neck felt so good. I closed my eyes and murmured as he pressed his fingers into my skin, applying just the right amount of pressure.
I don’t know what got over me, but I put my hand on his. He must’ve interpreted that as a sign that I wanted things to escalate, so his hand reached into my top. Dave squeezed my breast while massaging my right shoulder. I have to admit that it felt so good.
I looked at him over my shoulder, and he crashed his lips into mine. We had a heavy make-out session, our tongues all over each other as he grabbed my ass and I grabbed the back of his head.
Out of nowhere, he ripped my shirt open and then sucked my nipple while squeezing the other breast. I rubbed his back, and he reached for my pussy, grabbing it over my leggings. He looked at his hand and then pulled down my leggings, exposing my pink g-string.
Dave got on his knees, pulled my g-string down and then raised my right leg. He licked my pussy as I put my hand on the desk for support. I raised my chin and closed my eyes as he wiggled his tongue in every direction. It felt amazing.
After several minutes of licking me, Dave got up and told me to turn around. I obeyed his instructions. My forearms rested on the desk, and I perked my bum up as he stood behind me. He stuck his dick into my pussy and then grabbed my shoulders.
My mouth was wide open as I breathed heavily while Dave pounded me hard from behind. He smacked my ass several times, which I thoroughly enjoyed. He also caressed my breast while leaning over me and grabbing my neck with his other arm and biting my ear. That was so hot.
A few minutes later, I got on my knees and blew him. He grinned when I licked his balls. I saw that he really enjoyed that, so I put his balls into my mouth.
He grabbed my arms and pulled me up, then shifted me backwards. I lay on the table and raised my legs, hooking my heels onto his shoulders. Dave grabbed my waist after putting his dick into me and then thrust hard.
The table shook as he banged me. I closed my eyes as he squeezed my breasts. I loved that he was aggressive and sensual.
Hearing Dave groan, I opened my eyes and saw him grimace as he shot his load inside of me. It felt so good. I wanted to go another round, but I was too tired.
For the next few days, we had sex regularly, sometimes even during work hours. I couldn’t help myself. Dave was just so good. We toned it down once I launched the V2 coin. Money started pouring in, and I couldn’t have been happier.
A few weeks later, I felt a bit lightheaded. I logged into the payment platform that stored all my money from the sales I generated from the coin. I hadn’t done a single transfer since I started this project, so I was excited to have money in my bank account again.
Just before I did the transfer, I felt like I was going to puke. I told Dave that I needed to go for a walk. He asked if I was okay, and I said that I would be fine.
While outside, I felt worse and then called a taxi driver, who took me to the doctor.
When I returned home, Dave was not there. I called him, but he didn’t answer. I walked around the house and didn’t find him. I went back to my laptop and stared at the screen, my mouth agape, as I saw that the balance on the payment platform was zero.
I left my social media account open before I left, and I saw that it was deleted. What in the hell is this? How can this be? What’s going on here? I didn’t know where to turn to or what to do. Nothing made sense. Did someone kidnap Dave and take all my money?
I called Dave again. “Hello,” he said.
“Where are you? I just got home and my money is gone. My social media has been deleted. Do you know what’s going on?”
“Yeah. When I saw you were promoting your coin online, I knew it was garbage and you only wanted to get money from your geeky followers. I was hoping for a chance to get back at you for taking advantage of those incels, so when I saw your job advert, I knew that was the perfect opportunity.”
“You took all my money?”
“I’m not saying that. I’m saying that you got what you deserved,” he said and then hung up.
Oh. My. God. Not only am I penniless, but now, I’m pregnant by some low-life thief who I’ll never see again.
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