Chapter 11: Company Shakeup and Epilogue

James arrived at work Monday morning, as usual. He was dreading another week as a lowly customer service rep for Geminicorp. At least the company seemed to be going places. Just last week, they acquired an entire city block downtown. How they cleared the zoning ordinances and pushed the deal through with the city was anyone’s guess. He supposed that someone in upper management had been VERY persuasive with City Hall.

As soon as he entered the office, he felt like something had changed. Half of his colleagues were bustling around the office, looking like headless chickens trying to get everything done at once. However, the rest of the staff hardly seemed stressed at all. In fact, they were just floating around the office or sitting quietly at their desks, tapping away with eerie smiles on their faces. James strained his ear. Was there some kind of music getting played over the company PA?

“James? Where have you been?” Trisha’s voice called out to him from over his cubicle wall.

“Traffic was hell, what can you do?” James replied to his co-worker. “What’s going on, anyway?”

“Didn’t you read your email?” Trish asked. She was a slightly taller girl with an attractive, feminine face and beautiful soft lips.

“Erh…I think I had my AI assistant summarize it?” James said, pulling an innocent face.

“Oy, no wonder you got passed over for that promotion,” Trish said with a scowl. James rolled his eyes at her.

“The company changed management,” she explained.

“What again? I thought Harry just took over as CEO.”

“I don’t know, but I guess it changed again. They’ve been taking people into the management suite two or three at a time for an interview with an ‘efficiency expert’. A lot of people are worried they’ll lose their jobs.”

James glanced across his cubicle at one of the younger secretaries. She was sitting placidly at her desk, reading through some company policy text on her computer. Her eyes seemed sleepy and unfocused while she wore the most peaceful smile.

James had to glance again. Was she fingering herself under her skirt?

“Well, crap. Did I miss my interview already?”

Trish shook her curly brown locks.

“They’re calling people in alphabetical order. You and I are probably going to be the last few."

"Right. Well, if anyone needs me, I’ll just be here setting up an account with Uber. Their drivers do pretty well, right?”

“Way to stay optimistic, James,” Trish said and went back to her actual work.

An hour or two before quitting time, James’ phone suddenly vibrated. Trish’s phone dinged as well.

“Well, looks like it’s our turn!’ said Trish. James inhaled nervously, and the two walked down to management.

In front of the management suite stood a large black man wearing an expensive suit and shades.

“James and Trish?” he asked them. James nodded.

“Right this way.” He opened the door.

“What are you, a bouncer?” James joked nervously.

“New security,” the man said. “Call me Tony.”

The two walked into the plush office suite as Tony closed the door. Two large, cushiony office chairs sat in the center of the room, facing a large oak desk. Seated behind the desk was Harold, official CEO of the company (evidently), and Jeanna, the former CEO as of last week. The striking blonde woman, wearing a white blouse and long slitted black skirt, stood over her husband, pointing out a detail on a form. The two looked up and flashed their employees very wide, very happy smiles.

“James Streener and …Tricia Stockholm. Great to meet you face-to-face!” Harold stood up and shook their hands. “I think you know my wife, Jeanna. Please have a seat.”

He indicated the cushiony swivel chairs. The two sat down, their faces betraying their confusion.

“So,” Harold began. “You’ve probably been hearing a lot of rumors of layoffs coming around the corner, and we just want to make it clear that neither of you will lose your jobs.”

“Oh, thank fuck!” James blurted out. Tricia shot him a wide-eyed scowl.

“Uh…sorry. I’m just a little nervous,” he mumbled.

“We understand completely, James,” said Jeanna as she slowly walked towards them. With every step, her thick, muscular thighs peeked through the slit of her skirt. James got the feeling she was trying to distract him, throw him off balance. His gaze darted to Trish for support but instead caught her ogling the powerful blonde’s legs as well.

“We understand how stressful the corporate environment can be for everyone. Why do you think I stepped down from being CEO? The stress of it all just isn’t worth it.”

“And that’s why you gave the company to your husband?” Trish asked cautiously.

“Oh! No! I’m not CEO anymore!” Harold chuckled and walked to the front of his desk, looking down at the two seated workers. “In fact, that’s what we’re here to talk about. You see, there’s been a change in management, I know, I know, again!”

He threw his hands up in mock resignation.

“But we have every bit of faith in our new boss. We really think she’ll do wonderful things for this company. She has such wonderful ideas after all…”

“Yes..” Jeanna said as she circled behind Trish and James. Her voice dropped low just like Harold’s, and she seemed to talk without really listening. “…the new boss is a genius. Everyone should listen to her…”

“…and, very soon now…” Harold took out a small trinket from his pocket. A small black disc that hung from a string he held in his fingers.

“…we think the whole staff will see things her way…”

Harold clicked a switch on the side of the disc. A brilliant, holographic kaleidoscope of colors erupted out of the disc, dazzling the two clueless employees.

“Oh...what the..fuuuuuck?” Trish said as the shimmering display of lights jammed her mind.

“Shh…just watch…” Jeanna’s fingers slowly crept up James and Trish’s backs and began slowly stroking their necks, soothing away the tension in their bodies as Harold’s disc worked its magic on their minds. “just watch…and listen..”

James couldn’t piece together what was happening. Part of him was freaked out, but another part of him really, really liked the feeling of Jeanna’s nails lightly scratching his neck and scalp, and another part of him kept getting stuck in the endlessly shifting, soothing pattern of the hologram.

That was two parts of him against one. The freaked-out part was outnumbered.

Harold let the pretty, flashing disc swing back and forth while Jeanna began to softly push and pull James and Trish’s heads to and fro, matching the rhythm of the disc.

“The new boss wants loyal workers. Loyal workers have less stress which makes them happier. Loyalty is happiness…happiness is loyalty…”

James couldn’t argue with that. He couldn’t really think about it either.

“Happiness is loyalty. Loyalty is happiness…” Jeanna whispered in their ears.

She was right. James was happy, which meant he was loyal. The more he thought about it, the more he knew that he was a loyal, happy worker.

“Yes…” Harold droned, keeping the mesmerizing disc swinging in front of them. “…you are happy, loyal workers…so happy and loyal…you are loyal to your new boss…you will obey your new boss…you are happy to be loyal to your new boss...”

“Loyal to our boss…happy for our boss…want to obey our boss…” The words swirled around Jame’s head. He couldn’t tell if he was the one saying it, Trisha, or if Jeanna was coaching them along as well. All he knew was that his head felt light and fuzzy and it just made so much more sense to agree than argue.

Trish’s head swayed back and forth with the flashing pendant. A small frown crossed her face as she struggled to talk.

“Wh-wh-who…is…the…new CEO?” she managed to ask.

As if in response, the door clicked open and a new hand gently caressed the tops of James and Trish’s heads. In one swift, dizzying motion, the two dazed workers were spun around in their chairs. James’ mind reeled as he suddenly found himself staring up at a gorgeous, buxom Latina clad in a tasteful business suit jacket and pants.

The woman flashed them a predatory smile.

“Please to meet you,” she said, “My name is Fatima Rodriguez, but you can just call me boss.”

She shrugged off her business jacket, revealing a leather corset that supported and displayed a truly spectacular pair of tits, her nipples covered by two of the same black discs that Harold showed them. With a slight shake of her torso, Fatima set her two girls jiggling back and forth. James and Trish followed along with their eyes, their minds still soft from Harold’s hypnotic light show.

“And you’re here today so I can talk to you about a few…changes. For one, we are abandoning the old company mission, whatever that was. From now on, we have a new mission, new product line, new…,” she put her finger to her chin, searching for the word.

“…new mindset.” She let her delicate fingers trace gentle circles along her bust and cleavage. Both James and Trish, not to mention Harold and Jeanna, had their eyes fixed on the soothing motion.

James sank into the compelling rhythm of her hands and breasts, while Trish continued to blink and tried to jumpstart her brain.

“Y-you’re who’s behind the corporate takeover…you made us buy up the …all the property downtown…”

Fatima snapped her head towards Trish, her eyes flashing.

“Oh no, mi amor,” Fatima strode between the two workers, barely grazing the armrests of their chairs, dragging them along with her. James tried to marshal his thoughts, but gave up when he saw Fatima’s pants drop to the floor, revealing her ripe peach of an ass. His thoughts slid straight down to his cock.

“You have it all wrong,” Fatima continued as she walked toward Harold and Jeanna, helplessly frozen against the oak desk. “Why don’t you tell them about it, Jeanna? Was it Fatima’s idea to brainwash every property owner into signing away their business for a blowjob? Did Fatima manipulate her best friend into gooning his savings away on mindfuck porn? Hmm?”

Fatima lifted Jeanna’s chin with the tip of her finger, forcing her to meet her gaze. The blond lady stared back, submissive and fearful.

“Was it my idea to use my own chemical research against me, and turn me into your little sex-hypnotist-for-hire?”

Fatima slowly circled the tip of her finger in front of Jeanna’s face, her manicured nails gleaming. Jeanna’s head bobbled along with Fatima’s finger as her eyelids began to droop.

“Tell them, Jeanna…” Fatima said teasingly.

“C-c-can’t…” Jeanna struggled to speak. “…ssssssecret…”

“No secrets between us, my sweet slave,” Fatima said, inching her finger closer. “Teelll theeeemmmm…”

“It-It was my idea to brainwash you and steal your psycilitropin formula. I wanted to turn you into my hired hypnotist to help me seduce and manipulate our business rivals. I wanted to own your mind and bend your talents to my will. Harold just wanted to use you for sex.”

Fatima threw an evil look at Harold, who just smiled stupidly as he stared into space, too dumb to understand what was being said aside from the fact that someone was talking about sex.

“Why am I not surprised?” said Fatima as she turned towards Harold. “But I don’t think your husband heard that, because you didn’t actually use his name.”

She bent forward from the waist and whispered into Harold’s ear.

“What’s your name, little boy?”

“…cocksucker,” he mumbled.

“Louder, please,” Fatima said, flicking his ear with her fingernails.

“Cocksucker!!” Harold yelled. James wondered if the office suite was soundproof.

“So, you wanted to use me for sex, cocksucker? Such a bad, bad thing to do. But what did you end up using me for instead?”

Harold hesitated, his mouth flapping up and down while he struggled to choke back his words. Fatima stepped behind him and gently flicked him in the ear again. Harold’s whole body clenched like he had gotten an electric shock to his balls. Fatima flicked the other ear, and Harold dropped to his knees, his face contorted in pain.

“What are you doing to him?” Trish asked, sitting up in her chair.

“Oh, nothing that will leave a mark, trust me. But for him, it must be excruciating. Is that right, cocksucker? Are you ready to talk? Or do you want more?”

One of the cruelest aspects of Fatima’s sensory manipulation was how she also crossed so many pleasure and pain wires in Harold’s head. Not only did he experience her flicks as painful electric shocks, but he desperately craved more of the stinging jolts as soon as he recovered.

“I…I didn’t use you for sex,” he protested.

Fatima flicked his ears back and forth at a medium pace, never giving Harold quite enough time to get relief between her barrage of shocks. After ten flicks, he broke.

“OKAY! OKAY! I wanted to use you for sex!! I drugged you with your own formula and made you hypnotize my wife! I made you brainwash whole droves of people into handing over their homes and businesses! And I made you get off at the sight of my horrible fashion sense!!”

A look of fury crossed Fatima’s face before she forcibly snapped both of Harold’s ears at once. He fell to the ground sobbing.

“I always forget about that last one.” She said through gritted teeth.

Harold lay face down on the floor, gasping and begging.

“More, more. Please, more!”

“Shhh..it’s okay cocksucker,” Fatima’s voice turned compassionate. “You just need a little nap. Night, night, cocksucker… niiiight, niiiight…”

She ran her hand softly over Harold’s eyes a few times until he collapsed completely limp on the floor and began to snore.

“There you go. No memory of the pain. No memory of the pleasure. Just nice, happy dreams. Dream until I wake you.”

“Yes…boss…” Harold drifted to sleep.

Fatima turned her attention back to Jeanna. “As for you, why don’t you strip naked and pretend you’re a pigeon for a little while. You can just be a silly bimbo bird brain while I finish things up here.”

“Yes, boss,” said Jeanna as she pulled down her skirt and shucked off her white blouse. James and Trish stared in shock as their employer let her bra fall to the floor, revealing her full, creamy breasts. Her eyes lost any remaining trace of intelligence as she squatted down and folded her arms back, lifting her bust further, and began hopping around the floor, jutting her head and neck out with every step.

“Coo! Coooo!” she exclaimed while fluttering her arms.

“There, you see?” Fatima said, returning her attention to her two underlings. “I never had any intention of taking over this lumbering behemoth of a conglomerate, but sometimes when fools like this fuck around—”

She gave Harold a none-too-gentle kick in the side. He yelped but stayed unconscious.

“—they get to find out! So, we’re going to try things my way for a little bit. Oh, we’re not just out to control just our competitors like my Jeanna bird wanted. And we’re certainly not going to try to take over the whole goddamn county and bring down federal heat like cocksucker over there had planned,”

From the floor, Harold snorted.

“No, we’re going to grow our brand name in a much more subtle, much more reliable way, and that starts with you workers.”

James and Trish had shaken loose from their initial trance and were now just captivated by the surreal bizarreness of seeing this dominant woman play their employers like puppets. Now Trish sat up straight, a look of terror in her eyes.

“You…you can’t brainwash the entire office! It’s..well, insane! You can’t turn us into slaves!’

Trish threw James a searching look.

“Right, James?”

“Uh, yeah! Yeah, that’s messed up!” James had to remind himself that in the long run, being a slave to the sexy Latina would probably be bad.

“Oh, no. I’m not here to turn you into slaves,” Fatima purred. “That implies you work against your will. No, when I’m done with you, you will work for me gladly, happily, and with the utmost loyalty. You’ll still be paid, with better salaries and more benefits than these two shills were giving you.”

James’ mouth opened to protest but then thought about how many times his company health plan had screwed him over since he started working here. Maybe he could lend this woman an ear.

“And all I ask for in return is that you dedicate your entire life’s career to working for me and furthering my agenda. Simple, right?”

“What? No! Why would we ever do that?” Trish asked, outraged.

Fatima gave her a knowing smile and then brought her hands to her tits and the black discs covering her nipples.

“Well, for starters, let’s take a look at our product line.” Her fingers twitched, turning on her pastie discs and flooding the space in front of James and Trish with mesmerizing holographic spirals. Their eyes locked onto the holograms like magnets.

“I see you’ve already seen our special fixation discs. They are something special, aren’t they? Definitely a game changer when it comes to business negotiations, or advertising for that matter.”

Fatima swayed her torso slowly, letting her full, proud breasts swing lazily from side to side. The hologram dissolved into a lightboard of blinking colors that stupefied her new employees’ minds while stoking their arousal.

James knew he should be resisting, maybe even trying to run for the door. But the sparkly colors flashing in his face each gave him a small burst of pleasure and then faded, leaving him aching to catch one more pretty shimmer again and again…and again. Fatima’s slow titty dance had his head swaying from back and forth and his cock growing in his pants.

Trish also stared, trapped by the seductive lights and the swinging tits.

As the two underlings were hopelessly distracted, Fatima reached for a glass bottle with an atomizer, like a perfume bottle. She leaned forward, aiming the nozzle at James, who only stared ahead blankly. She squeezed the atomizer, throwing a cloud of fine mist into his face. Without wasting a beat, she turned and spritzed Trish, as well.

The two reeled and then slumped back in their chairs, their eyes dilating and their heads following imaginary shapes around the room.

“That’s a sample of product number two. A lovely spritz of my special psycilitropin formula will turn even the most stubborn minds into hallucinogenic putty for me to mold. Do you find that upsetting, or are you too entranced by the pretty, sparkly titties circling the room, hm?”

James could hardly believe it, but all around him, incredible racks were popping out of the woodwork. As Fatima continued to dance, her miraculous boobs multiplied and swam around James’ head, making him dizzy and undeniably horny. Fatima’s breasts invaded his mind and smothered any thoughts he had about leaving or resisting the majestic sex goddess before him.

On his right, Trish’s eyes dilated and swiveled around the room, her brain similarly enthralled to Fatima’s hallucinogenic drug.

“That’s right…” Fatima cooed to her captive workers. “Nothing but big sparkling titties filling your heads…making you so dumb and compliant…happy and loyal…You love your new boss. Say that for me now.”

“We love our new boss.” The two employees droned in unison.

“You will do anything for the company,” said Fatima.

“We will do anything for the company.”

“Your new boss makes you so aroused. You get so turned on listening to the boss.”

“Our new boss makes us aroused…We get so turned on listening to our new boss.”

James immediately felt his hard-on throb. Fatima’s voice was like liquid sex in his ear.

“Good. Such wonderful, obedient employees for me. Let’s pull down those pants now.”

James had no choice but to obey. His hands moved on their own, pulling down his waistband and letting his hard cock pop free. All seven inches of him now stood at attention for his new boss.

“Oh my goodness!” exclaimed Fatima. “Somebody’s been keeping a little secret!”

The buxom Latina leaned her plump tush against Trish’s chair and gazed delightedly at her jutting erection standing up proudly between her pale, milky thighs.

“Or maybe a rather large secret!” Fatima laughed. “That must have been a tight squeeze to get into those silky panties of yours without anyone noticing!”

Fatima’s hand snaked down to Trish’s cock, coddling and gently encircling it. Trish let out a small gasp, an uncontrollable smile creeping up her face.

“Well, you won’t have to worry about hiding anymore here, darling,” Fatima said, continuing her slow hand job on Trish’s cock. “Trust me when I say we are now dedicated to gender inclusivity at Geminicorp, and why wouldn’t we be when I can control any and every gender so easily, just like I control you, isn’t that right Trish?”

“Y-y-yes!” The trans woman answered.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, boss! You control me!” She whimpered.

“Goooood…” Fatima gently explored her girthy shaft as she began to tease James with her other hand, her fingers just ringing his cockhead and squeezing slightly. She kept them there for a few blissful minutes, slowly jerking and tickling their cocks as they floated in a cloud of sex, and tits, and Fatima’s soft, seductive voice.

“Y’know, I believe you two are my last appointments for the day,” said Fatima. “I think we can afford a little fun together, yes?”

“Yes, boss,” two sleepy voices replied.

“Good. Jeanna, come here. Time to stop being a pigeon and listen to the boss. You too, cocksucker. Wake up.”

Jeanna immediately stopped cooing and flapping her arms and stood to attention. Harold snorted and woke up, sitting dazed and entranced on the floor. Fatima took her hand off James’s penis and waved the couple over.

“I think it’s time you show a little employee appreciation, dears,” Fatima said, addressing Jeanna and Harold. “Cocksucker, take a nice long look at Jame’s cock. See how hard and needy it is. Why don’t you do what you do best, cocksucker?”

Harold gazed at the fleshy prick between James’ legs and smiled.

“Yes, boss,” he murmured as he went to work slurping and sucking his employee’s penis.

“Jeanna, let’s not strain poor James’ sexuality too much. I think he would love to get better acquainted with those delicious titties of yours. Why don’t you give him a nice close-up encounter?”

“Yes, boss,” Jeanna confirmed with a mindless smile and marched over to James. She let her soft, heavy breasts smoosh up against his face as he instinctually kneaded and suckled at them. Jeanna mewled and motorboated him like most wanton stripper as Harold fellated James like he was born for it.

Meanwhile, Fatima slid off her panties and straddled Trish’s lap, letting her erect cock tease her slit.

“Look at me, Trish. I am in control of you, and you will answer me honestly. Do you enjoy fucking hot women like me?”

Trish’s eyes fluttered, her brain straining to make the simplest connections.

“Yes, boss. I like fucking women…and I like fucking men, too.”

Fatima resumed a slow, steady, continual upstroke on Trish, sinking the poor girl deep into a pit of pleasure.

“Good. So, I bet you’d love to fuck your new boss’s pussy.”

“Mmm…yes…yes…yes…” Trish droned in time to Fatima’s teasing, sensual touch. The sultry woman’s green eyes lit up.

“Well, what a lucky day for both of us.”

Fatime lifted her plump thigh over Trish’s lap and let the brunette’s cock gently slide along her slick pussy. Once she felt enough of their juices around her shaft, she eased her pussy lips around Trish’s cockhead, slowly taking her whole length. She draped her arms around Trish’s shoulders and rode her slender cock that reached up into all the right places inside her. Trish let her arms circle Fatima’s smooth waist as she gazed helplessly at her bouncing tits, her mind still soft and malleable from the drug and Fatima’s hypnotic words.

The five of them lost themselves in otherworldly pleasure, James and Trish both drowning in pleasure and attention as they absorbed how much they would serve and cherish the company, how much they would obey their glorious bosses who gave them so much rapture.

At last, Fatima quickened her pace and clenched her pussy around Trish’s cock as she came good and hard, the waves of her pleasure triggering a mental orgasm in Trish as well. Fatima sighed in satisfaction as she gingerly dismounted, watching in amusement as the trans woman continued to thrust mindlessly into the air.

“That’s enough, cocksucker,” Fatima called to Harold. “You come over here. Crawl.”

Harold popped his mouth off James and obediently followed Fatima’s orders, crawling over to the desk where she half-sat.

“Jeanna, take your tits off James’ face. Give the poor kid some air, hmm?”

Jeanna frowned slightly and lifted her chest. James’s head popped up, ruddy and flushed, his eyes wide like he had had a holy epiphany.

“Oh boy, it looks like you gave James the time of his life. Seeing him all hot and bothered like that is affecting you, Jeanna. It’s making you hot and horny. You just can’t take your eyes off his cock, can you?”

Jeanna’s eyes grew fuzzy, and they spiraled down to James’ throbbing prick.

“…no…” she whispered.

“That’s right. All you can think about now is cock, cock, and more cock. It’s making you so horny. You need as many cocks inside you as you can get, isn’t that right?”

Jeanna began to nod enthusiastically, her hips and thighs grinding together.

“Yes.”

“Turn and look at Trish, now. Trish, stand up, sweetie!”

Trish rose to her feet, her hard cock oscillating up and down. The motion immediately caught Jeanna’s eyes, and her head dipped unconsciously forward towards the pretty, stiff penis.

“Trish’s cock is covered with the sweetest maple syrup, Jeanna. So warm and sticky. You just want to lick and suck it all up. Can you smell it?”

Jeanna drifted down to her knees, her head swooning as she caught wind of the wonderful, syrupy scent. “Mmm…yes…it’s sooo good!”

“Well give it a taste then, stupid!” laughed Fatima. “Give it a nice suck and taste all that wonderful syrup. Don’t worry, you’ll know when to stop.”

Jeanna bent at the hip and began sucking Trish off. Fatima had to take a moment and laugh at the foxy businesswoman who almost brainwashed her into being her helpless sleeper agent as she now happily lapped up Fatima’s pussy juice from the younger employee’s shaft, her head an empty bubble of bliss. She turned her attention to James.

“Stand up now, James. Take off your pants.”

James immediately stood up and dropped his slacks to the floor.

“Take off Jeanna’s skirt for us. Just slide her waistband all the way down those smooth, toned legs of hers.”

The younger man easily obliged, exposing Jeanna’s shapely ass.

“Just look at that beautiful, round butt, swaying gently back and forth, James,” Fatima commanded from her desk. She let her hand draped down to Harold who continued to sit next to her like a puppy. “It’s just so tempting, and you’re so worked up. You really need some relief. Go ahead, slide that cute prick of yours into Jeanna’s cunt. She won’t mind, right Jeanna?”

Jeanna gurgled something that sounded affirmative through Trish’s cock, and James wasted no time working his tool into her dripping snatch. Jeanna moaned lewdly and rested her mid-section over the office chair as her two low-level employees gleefully spit-roast her.

Fatima leaned back and sighed in satisfaction. She glanced down at Harold who was watching the sight before him with blank eyes.

“Come up here, cocksucker,” Fatima said, gently patting the space on her desk next to her. Harold sat on the desk, his feet just dangling off the floor. Fatima deftly undid his fly and pulled out his aching, denied cock, giving him slow teasing strokes.

“Tell me, cocksucker. How does watching your wife getting two cocks in her at once make you feel?”

“uhh…jealous…mad…h-h-hot…” Harold choked out.

“I can understand,” Fatima’s tone was gentle and compassionate, but her smile had a cruel twist in the corner. “It must be very aggravating to see your gorgeous, sexy wife enjoying two stiff pricks that aren’t yours.”

She squeezed his cock gently and watched him bite his lip in anticipation.

“Would you like to join them?” she asked sweetly.

“rrrrghhh….yes!”

SLAP!

Fatima landed a stinging blow with the flat of her hand to Harold’s balls. He yelped in pain.

“Well, you can’t, cocksucker! You’re just gonna have to learn to get off from being a cuck from now on, is that clear?”

She gently flicked his aching balls, sending electric jolts up through his body.

“Yes, boss! I…I get off from being a cuck!”

“Good!” Fatima resumed her slow, enticing strokes over his shaft. “You’re learning so well. Anyway, it could be worse! You could be stuck in chastity like Jeanna had you for most of your married life. At least now, you can take that useless cock of yours out and pretend it can do you some good, hmm?”

Harold’s face might as well have been carved in wood, dense and unthinking. Fatima sped up her pace on his cock, which also might as well have been made of wood.

“Does cocksucker need a little relief? Does he want me to jack him off as he watches his hot wife getting used?”

Harold was panting like a dog and nodded eagerly.

SLAP!

Fatima smacked his balls again, a sadistic look in her eyes.

“Well, you can’t! Cocksuckers like you, who think they have the balls to subjugate me and mine don’t get to cum. You only get to watch, to ache, and suck cock when your boss tells you!”

Harold blinked hard, feeling tears of pain and frustration welling up. Fatima flicked her fingernails up and down his length, enticing and torturing him all at the same time.

“Well…I suppose you could beg your slut of a wife for a handjob later, once she’s done whoring herself out to the rest of the staff. I just know that everyone around here is going to love the new pecking order. In fact, I have a feeling we’re going to be seeing a lot less complaints from all parties involved, yes?”

A chorus of murmurs rose from her hypnotized playthings, mumbling out their agreement. Fatima smiled as she continued to tease and torment Harold. At last, Trish squeaked in a shrill little voice as she came in Jeanna’s mouth. Like a row of dominoes, the orgasm crashed into Jeanna and then hit James, as the three of them cried out in ecstasy together.

Fatima suddenly realized with a small bit of embarrassment that she had been fingering herself during the entire spectacle. She ordered Jeanna to clean up and walk her husband out of the suite. Meanwhile, she sat James and Trish back down, the two employees lost in a post-coitus stupor. Once they were settled, she fitted each with a pair of noise-cancelling headphones piping mantras of loyalty and obedience into their open, malleable heads.

She gently reached down and put James’s hand on Trish’s cock and had the trans woman reciprocate, grabbing James by the base, her fist gently pressing against his balls. The two brainwashed workers smiled lazily to themselves as they drifted to Fatima’s voice and slowly teased each other.

“You love working for Ms. Rodriguez…” the audio played.

“You are loyal to your boss and the company…”

“You will never talk about your work with anyone outside the company…”

“You will transfer your 401(k) account back to the company…”

“You will work happily for Ms. Rodriguez for the rest of your career, and you will retire with a comfortable pension…”

“You will let your boss make all your decisions for you…”

Fatima breathed in and stretched herself, more than satisfied with the day's work. That made for the entire entry-level floor of employees. Tomorrow she’d seduce the rest of the sales team and marketing under her control and fully cement her ‘friendly takeover’ of Geminicorp once and for all.

Fatima smiled to herself as she changed back into her street clothes, the glow of a very productive workday radiating from her smooth café-colored face.

EPILOGUE: Where are they now?

James and Trish continued to work dutifully for Geminicorp, gradually rising among the ranks of their boss’s mindless thralls. They transferred their 401(k) assets back to their employers and forfeited most of their salary for the good of the company. Not long after their “orientation” meeting, James asked Trish out, and the two began a wonderful relationship. They spent most of their weekends jerking each other off as they told each other how much they liked their jobs and their sexy boss, Ms. Rodriguez.

Tony eventually regained full control of his bistro, Chickie’s, and turned it into one of the most popular bar and grill restaurants in the downtown sector. With generous grants from Geminicorp, Tony expanded his business to include a night club scene as well, highly sought after by some of the wealthiest party-goers in the city. He would often host all-night raves, and if any of the patrons were bothered by the strobing lights, the strange mesmerizing patterns bursting from the wall, and the fine mist that would keep them rolling and laughing all night, they never complained. In fact, many of his patrons wound up donating most of their stocks and savings to Geminicorp for reasons they could never articulate. Tony eventually married a Scandinavian supermodel and had five beautiful kids.

Jeanna continued to serve Geminicorp as CFO and developed a reputation as one of the most driven, cutthroat negotiators in the city. Under her financial guidance, Geminicorp’s stock soared, making most of the primary shareholders (many of whom remained anonymous) billionaires. While aggressive with her business rivals, Jeanna became the primary booster for office morale, happily giving blowjobs and eating the cunts of her high-achieving employees. Her handling of the new employee/investor orientation program expanded the company’s resources by %1000 within the year. To this day, she still can’t look into a mirror topless without dropping herself into a blissful titty trance.

Harold continued his work as the office cocksucker. Most of his duties revolved around providing stress relief to his beleaguered employees and cleaning the office desks in his new maid’s uniform. He became a completely submissive cuckold husband for Jeanna, watching her take home the employee of the month and give them a wild night of fucking while he watched and cleaned up after them. Occasionally, Jeanna would let him masturbate or even give him a disinterested handjob. Every now and again, Harold would be directed to wear normal clothes for the sake of keeping up appearances. On those days, he still wore his ugliest ties he had in his unholy collection of ugly ties. Despite themselves, Fatima and Jeanna couldn’t help but act just slightly nicer to him when they lay eyes on the sin to fashion that Harold wore around his neck.

Fatima became the unspoken CEO, major shareholder, and owner of Geminicorp. She used the company’s resources to accrue an ungodly amount of personal wealth, as well as refining her own tailored drugs in the meantime. She would visit Tony and his wife often, usually manipulating them into nights of wild sex that would leave all of them with a healthy glow. She’d occasionally turn her skills at hypnosis and seduction on her business rivals for the hell of it, but knew enough to keep a low profile in case the feds ever caught on. Her current worth is 45 billion dollars with an army of loyal, happy slaves to tend to her every whim, and spends her life in the lap of luxury.

And they all lived happily ever after.