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Acquiring a Computer

Yuki looked ridiculously sexy wearing my jacket over her upgraded body. Its coattails just barely covered her bum and the V-neck point approached her belly button, exposing incredible cleavage. Its long arms also covered her hands, so I rolled the excess sleeve fabric up for her.

The teachers didn't hassle her as she walked around barefoot all day. Coincidentally, they'd recently received sensitivity training, which taught them to accept the fact that some pupils identified differently from others. If a girl felt more at home wearing men's clothing, who were they to judge?

A couple of teachers gave me a hard time for not having my jacket, but when they heard about Nagato's "coming out" decision and my efforts to support her, they let it go.

Haruhi hadn't heard. "What happened to your sailor suit?" she asked Yuki at the start of our SOS Club meeting.

"She misplaced it," I said, somewhat honestly. "So I'm letting her wear my jacket in the meantime."

Yuki raised her nose from her book and nodded.

Haruhi gave her an approving look-over. "It works." She admired Yuki's figure as the bookworm read. "That uniform must have been super constricting. Wearing Kyon's jacket really lets your body breathe." She turned to Mikuru. "While we're on the subject of clothing, I picked out a super sexy cosplay outfit for you."

"Oh?" Mikuru replied in a sweet small voice.

Haruhi reached into a bag on the table, pulled out a full-length maid costume, and handed it to the redhead. "What do you think?" She winked at me. "Guys love getting serviced by maids."

"Thank you." Mikuru took the costume and examined it.

"Why don't you guys leave the room," Haruhi said, "so Mikuru can get dressed?"

Mikuru pressed the costume against her curves. "This is a lovely outfit, and I'd really like to wear it. But I'll be performing lots of fellatio, and that can get messy. I'd worry about getting stains on this."

Haruhi shrugged. "I suppose cum stains are inevitable, but there is such a thing as laundry."

"If you don't object"—Mikuru handed the outfit back.—"I'd like to perform all my fellatio unclothed." Mikuru unbuttoned her blouse.

"No kidding?" Haruhi studied the maid outfit as Mikuru stripped. "I'd hate to see this go to waste. Say, why don't you wear the apron portion of the outfit between blowjobs?" She fingered the frilly white fabric.

A warm smile lit up Mikuru's face. "That would be perfect."

Moments later, Mikuru stood before us barefoot, the frilly apron struggling to contain her breasts, her round bare bottom lighting up the room. "Would anybody like some tea?" she asked.

Everybody nodded. She went from person to person to take their order. When she got to me, she giggled and turned to Haruhi. "May I help him with that?" She pointed to the tent in my pants.

"Hell, yes. That's what we're here for, after all. Hang on." She stepped behind Mikuru and undid the two bow knots holding the apron to her body, then grabbed the garment as it fell away. "There. Now try using your breasts."

"Okay."

When naked beauty's luscious globes enveloped my dick, I instantly knew why Haruhi had chosen this girl to be part of the team. Her soft, warm pillows felt phenomenal. When she sucked my dick into her mouth and teased it with her tongue on downstrokes, I shivered with pleasure.

I also better understood the directive her bosses had given her. By stimulating me with her breasts, my dick never reached her throat where it could interact with her TPDD.

"I'm sorry." Koizumi, seated across the table from me, crossed his legs. "This is getting painful to watch."

"We don't want our fellow club members experiencing any pain, do we Yuki?"

When I glanced toward Nagato's chair, it had already emptied. Slurping sounds emanated from beneath the table, and Koizumi's eyes rolled back into the back of his head. Wearing my jacket hadn't slowed her down a bit.

As moans and slurping sounds echoed off the club room walls, Haruhi crossed her arms over her chest and added a groan to the mix. "This club is fulfilling its charter a little too well right now if you ask me." She took her seat at the commander's desk and watched as the members of her Brigade engaged in Spectacular Oral Sex. "This is boring." She slid her hands over the empty desktop, wiggled her fingers pretending to type, and checked her notebook. "But there's always work to do."

Haruhi rose. "You guys keep practicing. I'm going to get us a computer." She strolled down the hallway, burst into the Computer Society club room, and asked, "Who do I have to blow around here to get a computer?"

The Computer Society president raised his hand. "That would be me."

"What have you got to offer?" she asked.

He pointed at an older model unit sitting in the corner. "That one's available."

"I was hoping for something a little nicer." She pointed at his desk. "Like yours."

He patted the side of his machine. "This is the latest model. If you want this one, it won't be cheap."

"Name your price."

"You'll have to blow each of us twice. Additionally, you'll have to purchase a service contract."

"What's the service contract going to cost me?"

"Two blowjobs per week. For each member."

Haruhi looked the other four Computer Society members up and down and checked her notebook for repeats. "Here's what I can do. I'll blow each of you right now for the computer. Going forward, Yuki Nagato will provide oral services in exchange for your maintenance contract plus a wired connection to the Internet. It's up to you to schedule the five-minute window required for that task."

"You won't be coming back?"

"Not for blowjobs. I only do one-shots."

"Have you seen Nagato lately?" one of the members said to another.

Another clutched his chest. "I walked the steps behind her on my way over here. What an incredible view."

"Can you imagine getting a piece of that?" said another.

"Let alone once per week? Holy Moley."

Another added, "Please, boss. Please. Don't pass up this opportunity."

"Give us a second." The President huddled together with his members out of earshot, nodded his head, and spoke. "Your terms are acceptable with two added conditions."

"What's that?"

"Miss Nagato has to help us with some programming tasks. She's a wicked coder, you know."

"The best in the school," said another.

"What's your second condition?"

"We'd prefer she perform her services, um… au naturel?"

"You want her to write programs for you... jacketless?"

"Actually, we were hoping she might consider stripping for the oral services part, but we'd be jazzed if she programmed naked too."

"To be honest, we'd all give our left nuts just to hang out with her," one of the members added. "What you've offered is already a wet dream come true."

"In case you haven't noticed," the President said, "she's kind of a rock star in our world."

"You'll have to work out the details with Yuki," Haruhi replied, "but I think what you want can be arranged if you make up a good excuse. She's very agreeable once you get to know her."

The Computer Society president rose, lowered his zipper, and extended his penis. "Deal."

Haruhi dropped to her knees, clasped the offered appendage between her lips, and shook it firmly by nodding. "Deable," she asserted in a garbled voice.

Fifteen minutes later, Haruhi returned to the club room with a belly full of cum and the cum providers in tow. Before allowing the Computer Society to enter the room, she made sure everyone was decent. We guys zipped up, a jacketed Yuki returned to her seat, and Mikuru covered herself. Since the apron's open back revealed more of Mikuru's feminine wonder than Haruhi wished revealed, the maid wore Koizumi's jacket for cover.

Thirty minutes later, Haruhi Suzumiya sat at the helm of a shiny new Internet-connected computer. She glanced past the monitor at the club's female subordinates. "You know something? Those jackets work. Since Yuki pioneered the look and the teachers don't have a problem with it, I decree over-sized jackets and shirts-and-ties as the new official uniforms of the SOS Brigade."

I pointed at Haruhi's sailor uniform. "Where's your jacket coming from?"

"I'd be intrigued to find out as well," said Koizumi, "since daily garment rentals could prove problematic considering your one-shot policy."

"Don't worry about me." Haruhi licked her lips. "I'll work something out."