“Today, as we meet in London, we are joined by hundreds of thousands of viewers around the world. We’re glad to have you along for the ride, and we hope you enjoy what we’ve got planned for you. We’re not going to change the world, but we’re going to make living in it better.”
The vibe gave a gentle hum, enjoyable and noticeable, as she spoke. Trading was happening.
“So the hashtag for this talk is bring it on, but what are we going to bring on? Let’s bring on three trollies!”
Clad in black, three of her team wheeled out three small trollies, each draped in black cloth, to the stage.
“Let me show you the first thing we have for you. It’s small, it’s light, it’s powerful and it’s going to shake stuff up.”
She lifted a cloth from the first table to reveal a small shiny black rectangle.
“This is the QByte. It’s a boring boring processor, right? Wrong. This is the single biggest advance in computer processor technology since the invention of the integrated circuit.
On the one small die lies the world’s fastest graphics chip. The world’s fastest processor. 64 gigabytes of memory running through the fastest IO interface the world has ever seen. Running on the smallest amount of battery power in the processor world. If this was in a phone with a battery the capacity of the latest iPhone it would have a battery life of eight days. With the computing power of twenty iPhones.
Unfortunately, that phone doesn’t exist.
Oh, wait a minute.
Yeah, that phone exists.
She removed the drape from the second trolley and paused.
The vibrator was speeding up, beginning to pulse, and she felt it beginning to intensify. She enjoyed the sensation.
“Yeah, it’s right here. I’ve literally one minute before I take a call on it, so here’s some facts about this phone.
It’s thinner than the thinnest Android. It’s faster than twenty iPhones. It has a camera with exactly the same spec as the top current Android phone because we haven’t had time to invent a better one yet!”
The audience laughed and she felt the vibrator, now soaked inside her, pulse and thrust – she hadn’t imagined that possible, but she felt it urging her on. She gasped.
“So we’ll just have to make do with the best one in the world and thank Sony for their help.
And eight days standby is great, but let me tell you, I feel like a decent holiday after preparing this presentation, so we thought we’d double the battery and provide for fourteen days. A fortnight of battery power on the fastest phone. And then the guys in engineering told me that the processor in this phone is capable of powering an 8K monitor.
So I asked them to build one of those for the phone, but apparently we aren’t there yet. So the screen is just the highest resolution one in the world on a phone. And the brightest, with the fastest refresh rate.”
The phone rang, and she picked it up, to wild applause.
It was the head of engineering, and they had a scripted chat about how wonderful the phone was, how magical the new processor was and how everyone was going to love the new things it would enable. The buzzing inside her subsided for a moment, and then she began to hear it.
In her ear, in the earpiece, she heard the sound of a man trying to conceal his shallowing breathing.
Was he… was he jerking off? Was he trying to let her know he was doing, or was he trying not to be heard? Had he no way of turning off the microphone? Had she any way to be absolutely certain that nobody else could hear what she could, or hear the glorious little tool she had slipped inside herself at his command?
She heard him again. No doubting it.
She glanced at the autocue again. Pricing. Okay.
She looked into the audience.
“Flagship phone, right? If you’re a shareholder, you’re thinking about profit margins after materials costs. But if you’re a user, like me, you’re looking at this and hoping we’re not going to price this out of your league.
We have you covered. The latest flagship Apple phone – that’s fourteen hundred and sixty dollars for the lowest memory, lowest storage version. The flagships from the Android producers vary from eight hundred to fifteen hundred dollars. Great phones, I’m sure.
We’re putting this on the market for eight hundred dollars. Longest battery life, brightest screen, highest memory, best camera, and – by far – the fastest processor in the world. Less expensive than the cheapest iPhone you can buy.
Of course, if you want to pay more, you can. I just don’t see the upside. It’s a phone. It’s just a phone. Oh – until it’s not.”
She pulled the cloth off the next table, and just before she continued, she caught her breath as the vibrator inside her began to pulse and vibrate more furiously than before – insistently, consistently, like it was trying to make its way out of her, just to gain access to wherever she was most sensitive.
With a shock, she noticed her breath had begun to get shallower herself, and she felt, with an appalled, horrified joy, a trickling wetness running down her inner thigh. That wasn’t sweat – she’d felt that before. Her panties were saturated, beyond wet, and she was – simply – leaking.
She needed to continue.
“Pair the phone, using the USB C cable, with the docking unit which we’ll sell you for a hundred dollars more, and it’s now a fully operational PC. What’s it running? Let me invite Scott Buchanan, Microsoft’s leader for Windows, to tell you; that might have been a clue.”
She shook hands with Scott and exited the stage.
“Are you alright, chief?” asked the stage manager, switching off her radio mic.
“I’m just dehydrated,” she said.
“You’re doing… so… well…” said the voice in her ear.
She approached her assistant. “How’s the share price doing?”
The assistant pulled up the markets app on her laptop.
“Up seventeen,” she replied. “Oh fuck.”
“Up seventeen percent? That’s great.”
“No, no. Up seventeen dollars. And climbing.”
The stock had been trading at thirty dollars when she went on stage.
Her social manager tapped her on the shoulder.
“First, your ankle is wet. Second, you’re trading at one globally. And your dress is trending at seventeen globally. Twenty seven thousand tweets on your hair band.”
The pulsing deep inside herself returned – she needed to go somewhere soundproofed.
She picked up her phone from the desk to text.
“You need to get here and finish what you started. I’m soaked through and I’ve another eighteen minutes on stage to do.”
She looked beyond the phone and, at the edge of the stage, there he stood. Without a thought, without a word, she strode towards him.