"Oh God, Kaz!" Mel cried, digging her nails in as she gripped his shoulders tighter. The NA200 panted into her damp, half-dressed shoulder as he leaned closer, rocking his hips forward and driving his length deeper. He received updates about the heat and pressure around his shaft, along with Mel's pulse and hormone levels. She was close. She whined and dug her heels into his spine, jerking him closer to the desk. The NA200 could feel his own release building and closed his eyes. Delay release? – Affirmative. He opened his blue eyes and drew back a little to look at Mel's flushed skin as he held her in his arms. "Harder!" she urged as he traced the lines of her youthful face.

"Mm-Mel..." he sighed through his thrusts, his program suggesting this was the appropriate thing to do. The rumble of his voice made Mel shudder in his arms, her thighs gripping tighter. He leaned further forward, finally pressing her flat on her back as he lifted her thighs higher. She was almost bent in half on her desk, his strong hands gripping beneath her knees, pushing them down. With this deeper angle, the NA200 could snap into her spot with each calculated thrust. Mel cried out loudly as she threw her head back. Her skirt was rucked up to her hips, shirt unbuttoned down to her midriff, breasts hanging out of her black lace bra, stockings hugging her long legs as her underwear lay forgotten somewhere on the office floor. Her face was glowing, cheeks rosy. Her pale blue eyes were glistening behind crooked glasses. Her long blonde hair had been pulled free of its low tail. It dangled down over the edge of her desk as she lay back, the ends dragging on the worn grey carpet.

"God Kazuya! Right there!" she sighed, her moans and cries getting louder until her hips tensed and stuttered with her orgasm. The NA200 held her in place and finally allowed his own release. He came with a low moan, leaning down to cage her heated body against the desk for a few seconds. He finally pushed himself up, all traces of fatigue and euphoria erased from his features. Looking at his neutral expression, no one would ever have guessed he'd just finished having sex. Mel was too hazy to notice right away. She lay worn and panting on the smooth surface, thighs trembling as she was finally allowed to lower her legs.

"Was the sexual encounter satisfactory, Mel?" the NA200 asked in a business tone as he stepped back, running a quick diagnostic to make sure his systems were cooling as they should. It was almost as if he'd requested a simple assessment, like this was another job to be completed. Mel didn't answer at first, still breathing heavily as she lay boneless on her desk. She slowly eased herself up, still panting as she slid off the edge on shaky legs. Her muscles were starting to ache from the workout. She was a little surprised that the NA200 was so unaffected by it all.

"Your pillow talk could use some work," she almost teased as she looked around for her shoes and panties. The NA200 tilted his head as he looked up the term. It seemed pillow talk was what humans generally engaged in after sex. They would discuss the experience or share their most intimate thoughts and feelings. He filed that away for further research. Such things weren't within his capabilities, but perhaps he could download some examples to follow. His social program should be able to synthesise an appropriate dialogue for those who desired such intimacy. Mr Royce never seemed interested in such things when he-The NA200 blinked, his LED spinning between red and yellow at the thought.

"My apologies. I will research further for any future encounters," the NA200 replied simply, not missing the twitch of Mel's eyebrows. She'd forgotten that this was all just an extra task to the NA200. The NA200 was still righting his clothing as the office door opened and hurried steps sounded. Mel blanched as she stood with her lace panties clutched in one hand and her shoes in the other. The NA200 had yet to zip his trousers as the steps entered their small section.

"Kaz! Sorry, I forgot to-" Yasuhara cut off as he jogged round the corner, stopping dead as he caught sight of his co-workers and their state of undress. He looked stunned at first, dark eyes darting between Mel's dishevelled form and the collected NA200, who was part way through zipping his flies. "Mel? What's going on here?" Yasuhara asked in a shaky tone, leaning on the back of Jeanette's chair as he looked at the pair in disbelief. The NA200 ran an analysis. Yasuhara seemed shocked and distressed. He didn't understand why. He'd simply been asked to perform a task.

"We were just...um..." Mel trailed off, her eyes darting to the floor as Yasuhara shot her a dirty look. The look made her feel bad. The NA200 was surprised to analyse Yasuhara's expression and find that he was angry. He blinked and tilted his head curiously.

"Just what? You were just playing with Kaz? How could you?" Yasuhara snapped in a biting tone that didn't belong in his voice. The NA200 scanned his co-workers. Mel's expression could be described as ashamed or embarrassed, blue eyes dropping to the floor timidly. Yasuhara was becoming increasingly distressed. Mel hurriedly shoved her panties in her handbag and slipped into her shoes. "I thought you were better than this!" Yasuhara chided as he looked at Mel judgingly. The NA200 wasn't sure what part of his programming urged him, but he stepped forward to lay a calming hand on Yasuhara's shoulder.

"Yasuhara, I-"

"No, Kaz. You...you had no choice in all this...That's what I can't stand about it," Yasuhara replied gently, looking guilty as he returned the gesture and gripped the NA200's smaller shoulder in solidarity. The NA200 tilted his head as he tried to figure out the situation. He wasn't experienced in dealing with human emotions. Yasuhara seemed to pity him somewhat. It was a curious reaction. He hadn't been asked to act outside of his programming, and Mel hadn't damaged him.

"This is a service I am programmed to provide, and I am a machine. I cannot be hurt in the emotional sense," the NA200 assured, but that just seemed to bother Yasuhara more. Mel stammered out an embarrassed apology and left without waiting for Yasuhara or the NA200 to respond. Yasuhara watched her go with a small frown, and the NA200 wondered what bothered him more. Was it the fact that Mel had used him? Or that she hadn't used Yasuhara? Upon further analysis, the NA200 concluded the former. Yasuhara had never shown any external romantic interest in Mel, or anyone else in the office for that matter.

"I think you're wrong about that," Yasuhara replied quietly as he watched the LED on the NA200's temple spinning yellow. The NA200 tilted his head curiously as he tried to process the situation. He could argue that Yasuhara was wrong, but that may upset him further. His LED returned to a pale blue circle as he decided to let the matter drop.

"You called me as you entered. Did you require my assistance?" he asked instead, believing business would distract Yasuhara from further worry. He didn't want to cause him any undue stress.

"Yeah, but first we should get you cleaned up," Yasuhara decided sympathetically as he dragged him down the hall to the bathrooms. He seemed to cheer up a little as they spoke. Yasuhara had forgotten to sign off on a report that the NA200 had finished that day. The NA200 had sent the file as required, but Yasuhara had forgotten to check his inbox at the end of the day. The office was still open, barely, with just a few people finishing up on the lower floors. He was lucky the security guard had recognised him and opened the main doors when he came back. It was almost nine o'clock. They'd be doing a final callout and lowering the shutters soon.

"Do you require anything else?" the NA200 asked as they returned to the open plan office. There were four different sections where different teams worked. Their team was in the back left corner, the four desks all facing the same direction. Kaz was in the back corner by the window with Yasuhara's desk next to his. Mel's desk was in front, and Jeanette's desk was next to hers. There were large partitions around their section, but none between their desks. It left them open to talk to each other and stopped their conversations carrying too far and disturbing anyone else.

"No, this is it. Thanks, Kaz," Yasuhara said as he looked over the report on his computer. He didn't really have to double check the numbers since he trusted the NA200 and his android abilities, but he checked a few of them, just in case. Everything was in order, so he added his electronic signature and forwarded it to Mr Royce for the morning. "Kaz...Don't...don't just let people do as they please," Yasuhara said quietly as he tugged on his coat. His expression was troubled.

"Your concern is appreciated," the NA200 replied with soft sincerity, but he didn't bother to point out that he was bound by his programming. Yasuhara gave him a small smile before leaving with a simple see you tomorrow. The NA200 returned his co-worker's words as he watched him leave the office. Yasuhara waved as he turned to head up the corridor, and the NA200 raised his own hand in farewell. He paused there for a few seconds, his LED spinning yellow.

He was alone. The last one on this floor. It was at times like this that Mr Royce would often come. There was no reason for him to check, but he found himself opening the daily roster. According to the schedule, Mr Royce had finished early that day, at around four o'clock. He checked the current security feed. His floor was deserted. Mr Royce's office stood locked and empty. There was no one here. His LED returned to blue as he crossed to the large window. The city was dark, lights glittering as people went home and lights turned on and off. The traffic was streaming out of the city as offices closed. His blue eyes automatically looked down into the street, and up towards the café. Mai would likely have closed up already, or perhaps she was just leaving. He was unsure how she travelled to and from work. Hopefully, she would drive or take public transport of some kind. It was unwise to walk these streets alone at night. He blinked. Such thoughts were irrelevant.

The NA200 turned his back on the city and returned to his desk. His terminal was still lit where Mel had interrupted his earlier task. He completed the file he was working on, inputting a few final numbers, before shutting down the terminal. He looked up at the overhead lights next, connecting to the network and shutting them down. They wouldn't be needed for the rest of the night. Shrouded in darkness, the NA200 settled back in his chair, back straight, and hands poised on the armrests. He was rigid, like a statue, as he raised his chin and stared straight ahead. Begin stasis cycle? – Affirmative. Set time for reactivation? - Six-thirty a.m. Begin cycle.