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Satyr Play

by BurntRedstone 03/27/17

Author's Notes:

'Satyr Play' is my attempt to dabble in the realm of magic. It's not a genre I typically work in so I'm NOT going to play by the rules. If I break any preconceived notions or 'established guidelines', too bad. ;)

That said, I hope you enjoy it.

All characters engaging in sexual relationships or activities are 18 years old or older. Most aren't even human... or real. Or are they? Dun dun DAH!


Satyr Play


Chapter 1

Stanley Garin was a serious young man. He wasn't a big man or a powerful man or even a particularly handsome man but he was intelligent and passionate.

What was he passionate about? Not sports. His 5' 7" slimly built body and lack of athletic abilities made him despise team sports as he'd always been excluded. Politics? Boring! Women? While he yearned for female companionship, he did so in silence as his tongue betrayed him around women he found attractive.

No, what Stanley loved most was computers. He loved programming them. He loved building them. He loved connecting them together. He just... understood them! He knew what to expect from them and for him, they behaved in rational, expected ways. That wasn't to say he'd never encountered a faulty piece of equipment but he had an innate ability to quickly identify the flaky bit, replace it, and restore order to his life once more. Simple! Much simpler than relationships with people.

Having such a serious nature, he'd struggled with the social aspects of school from the junior to the senior grades. He was labeled a 'weird nerd' by the other kids. This was an even more shunned subclass of the belittled 'nerd' social strata in the school's ecosystem. He was smart, quiet, and easy to teach so the teachers were grateful for one less challenge in their days.

Once he'd reached college though, he came into his own and excelled in every technical course he took. From network administration, database administration, programming, information security, he'd excelled in anything he could enroll in that involved his beloved computers. He'd just graduated at the top of his class. He knew he had prospects out the wazoo... if he'd allowed himself to use silly terms like 'wazoo'. He was destined to work at a Fortune 500 company.

So what the hell was he doing in the server room of this small, obscure financial investment house in lower Manhattan? He gazed around at the equipment in despair. Older generation switches with flickering amber trouble lights. Old style 4U servers in the server racks droning with the unmistakable sound of wobbly and failing power supply fans. The power protection was a joke and their backup system? What backup system?

He turned his face to the stern looking woman who was giving him this tour. She'd said her name was Olive. She was maybe an inch taller than he was but four times his width. Greying brown hair, no style clothing and a grim look in her eyes. She was probably only in her fifties but she had jowls! He had no trouble speaking with her. There was no attraction at all.

This was his very first job interview since graduating and he was only doing it as a favor to one of his professors who'd sent him the recommendation. It had been going along fine until she led him into the labyrinth in the basement.

That was another thing! They kept their servers in the basement! IN MANHATTAN! They were below sea level!

"Can you work with this?" Olive asked him with a gravelly voice.


Her thick eyebrows went up. "No? But you came highly recommended. They said you were top of your class! They called you a savant with technology!"

"Really? Somebody called me a savant?" Stanley said in surprise, secretly pleased.

She scowled at him and his hint of a smile disappeared. "You're saying you can't maintain this system?" she growled.

"No, I'm saying your company can't afford to maintain this system. It's about to fall over. You need to replace it- soon! Now! And you need to move it up like, three floors at least." Stanley was past the point of worrying about getting this job, not that he'd expected to actually accept it. He could feel the tech down in this pit crying out for a quick and merciful death. It was time for some ugly truth.

"Listen, I don't know what trolls built this system," she glanced at him sharply, "but they did you no favors. Your company is in serious danger of losing its most valuable asset, its information! If you don't take immediate steps to relocate your server room, replace this stuff with more current and stable technology and get some emergency power protection and a proper backup system your company could die! It hurts me to see this. You need to address this before you hire anyone to maintain it." Seeing the scale of the network he knew they needed to hire a team to replace it. He looked around rubbing his suddenly stiff neck muscles and sighed. The plaintive whine of the power supply fans was getting under his skin.

When he turned back to his interviewer he froze in surprise. Standing behind her was a tall, raven haired beauty in a very expensive suit. The woman oozed authority and wealth and Stanley's mouth immediately went dry.

"It's refreshing to hear such honesty in a job interview," the woman said with a voice like silk wrapped steel. Stanley could only stare. Her Spanish heritage was evident in her lovely accent.

"Ms. Villamor! To what do I owe the honor of a visit from our CEO today?" the plump woman gushed, her dour expression banished in her employer's presence. Olive was practically simpering.

"Normally I wouldn't come down here at all except my people can't get their work done when their access to the Internet disappears every five minutes," the tall woman said calmly but there was definitely a threat beneath her tone. Stanley was mesmerized by the woman's voice.

He picked up a little tremble as the subway went by and heard a corresponding odd vibration noise coming from the server racks. His entire being vibrated in sympathy with the distressed hardware. He turned his wide eyes to Olive.

"The racks are bolted down to the concrete floors with no vibration dampening? The building's over a subway! I'm surprised the servers haven't shaken themselves apart!" he gasped then quickly leaned away from Olive when the woman turned to snarl at him. For just the briefest second he could have sworn her eyes were glowing green!

"OIive! Leave us!" Ms. Villamor barked and Stanley flinched. Olive bowed her head and rushed from the room.

Stanley was mortified. This job interview was going from bad to worse. Now he was face to face with the raven haired executive and he felt his tongue die in his mouth as he looked up into her dark eyes. Were they brown... or dark gold? Either way they held him fast.

She was much taller than he was, maybe 6' in her two-inch heels, and stunningly beautiful! Her eyes were her best feature but it was a close contest as the rest of her was pretty spectacular as well. The expensive business suit emphasized her lush curves and it was all he could do to keep his eyes from roaming them.

Her head tilted ever so slowly as she gazed at him. The tip of a pink tongue slipped out briefly to wet her sensual lips.

"Do you know how to save us from these technological dangers?" she asked as she slowly raised one exquisitely shaped eyebrow.

"Y-y-you hire a network d-duh-design firm to come in and analyse your c-c-c-... your system as it is n-n-now and tell them what your p-puh-perceived needs will be for five to tuh-ten years from now. Then give them the m-money they'll need to build it," Stanley stuttered and gasped his way to the answer. He was sweating profusely before this smartly dressed business woman and his face felt like it was on fire.

"But could you do it?"

Stanley froze. "Me?" he squeaked.

"Yes, if we supplied a large team of workers to follow your explicit instructions, could you design a replacement system and have it up and running within... let's say a month. The team would work around the clock on your orders."

"W-wouldn't you rather hire a c-company with p-puh-previous experience?" he exclaimed.

"You didn't answer my question. Could. You. Do. It."

He stared into her eyes but his mind was already rapidly assembling a list of required components. He found himself nodding. He froze at his own unexpected audacity.

"Do you think you could take a look at what might be causing the Internet outages?" she asked.

He blinked then turned to walk down the row of server cases, looking for any visible sign of where the public lines entered the system. At the end of the row behind the last rack he finally found a router mounted to a sheet of wood improperly bolted to a wall. His eyes widened in shock when he saw the crappy little consumer level router which had only the most rudimentary security features. As he watched, another subway train went by and the sheet of wood swayed. The length of network cable between the router and rack was a little short and pulled tight with each sway. This was tugging at the connector. He turned and jumped as Ms. Villamor was standing very close behind him. He looked up into her curious eyes.

"This one duh-doesn't take a genius to f-figure out." He turned to face the hardware so he could pretend to be talking to it. Much better. He could feel himself relax. "Replace this cable with a longer one and the problem with your connection to the Internet should be resolved, temporarily at least. Someone should secure this panel to the wall properly as well. More importantly the router needs replacing with something that can be used to give the company a truly secure connection!"

She turned and left for a moment, returning with a bin of network cables. He looked at her in surprise.

"We need to s-suh-schedule a downtime window to..." he stopped when he saw her annoyed look.

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