Corporate Training 

By Cara B Witching 

Written for Eldritch-Bee 

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"Hey Cara! Look at this!"

I smile when my friend presents me with her phone, displaying a collage of our latest 'March For The Environment' protest. Despite just being a handful of people we knew, I was surprised to see the likes surpassing into the hundreds already. 

For most of my life, I've devoted my free time to reading or exploring other arts. But ever since moving here with my friend, she's encouraged me to take part in some of the local environmental causes, along with a few other social issues.

Of course I'd always cared about animals and the environment, but I was also more than happy to fight against injustice and stand up for the oppressed!

Though admittedly, I was beginning to view the different protests we took part in as a way to meet new guys. Or at least get a free meal or two out of someone.

"That's awesome, Brenda! Don't forget to tag me." 

My eyes fall back to my own phone, skimming down the latest article I've just finished writing about the rainforests being destroyed.

'100 Ways OfficiaCorp Damages The Environment - By Cara Witching’

Everything looks nice and professional to me, and so I return to my cinnamon pastry, enjoying the sweetness against my tongue before washing it down with some coffee. 

This outside Café has been our favorite meeting spot for the last few weeks. Not only was it small and locally owned, but their menu was cheap, and it was just such a cute little place to relax on a lazy Sunday. 

I was wearing my favorite winter jacket, midnight in color and pairing nicely with the rest of my outfit, especially the black manicure I just had done.

But my expression quickly sours once I see a woman walking past in a fur coat, the designer purse on her arm made of thick leather. 

Ugh, didn't she know that was so wrong? She must have been too rich and stuck up to realize the fur industry tortures animals. Either that or she just didn't care, a thought which makes me want to spill my coffee on her. 

"So, ready for tomorrow, Miss Monroe?" My friends giggling voice pulls my attention back to her.

I can't help but smile at myself as I remembered our plan, despite the growing butterflies in my tummy. 

The swirling design of my pasty was very relaxing to focus on though. I almost felt a bit hypnotized, watching the sweet treat twisting around, and around. No need to stress, or worry, or think at all, just follow the spiral…follow the spiral…Just like that guy on stage had told me last summer…

…

Despite being outspoken on her page, my own social media was relatively politics-free. I'd only shared a few of my nature paintings, and some photos I took on my last trip to Europe. 

However, one of my beach pictures had me posing against the sandy bank in my favorite neon blue bikini, relaxing on my side, and striking an almost model-like pose. 

I was normally quite a modest and shy girl. It wasn't uncommon for me to wear a bit of makeup, but only a subtle touch, and never did I show more than maybe a bit of tummy or leg.

But I had a few drinks that day, so I'd felt excited, and even a bit turned on to show myself off in my bikini like that. I could still remember some of the guys gawking at me, totally enraptured by my body before walking face first into an 'always recycle' sign. 

After sobering up I felt a bit embarrassed by my cheeky little photoshoot, but my friend insisted I post it anyway. I'm glad I did though, because it seems to have been what took our social efforts into the public eye.

And eventually, it was what landed me on the radar of Mr Smith.

Of course I knew the CEO of OfficiaCorp, everyone did. And despite how handsome and attractive he was made to look in the media, I still wanted to retch at the idea of some evil millionaire ogling me. 

I thought it was a scam at first when he followed me, and messaged with an interview offer to be his next secretary. But when I realized his profile was legit, I almost tossed my phone out the window. 

I expected my friend to feel the same way. I mean, OfficiaCorp had to be one of the worst companies on the planet, I wasn't about to be some dolled up servant for an egotistical and unchecked capitalist. 

But then she came up with the idea of using that position to infiltrate the company, and maybe using my influence to steer them towards a more eco-friendly motto, and away from all the Orwellian craziness. 

"Cara?" 

It almost feels like I've fallen asleep there, I have to flutter my eyes a bit at the sound of my name, before mustering a response. 

"Oh, I don't know, Brenda. They probably interview hundreds of girls each day." I sigh, returning to my warm coffee. 

"But that fascist prick reached out to you! Come on, you've always wanted to be an actress, right?" 

I guess that's fair enough, and with the reach OfficaCorp had it was at least worth a shot. Worst case scenario I could always just quit. It was worth it to save all the cute animals I saw in my reels every day. 

I had to admit though, him wanting to conduct my interview in a restaurant setting was pushing it. Maybe he was just used to meeting clients over dinner or something, but part of me knew better than that. 

We continue our idle chatting for another hour or so, finishing my coffee and leaving a nice tip for the server before we leave. I drop my phone in my purse as we start back for my apartment. 

She tilts her face towards me once we're down the street, the busy traffic making her teasing comments inaudible to me.

"...Tell me you weren't just hypnotized by a cinnamon roll?" 

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...

I can hardly believe how vacant this place was. 

After years of eating out at small, locally owned restaurants, it came as somewhat of a surprise to see such a lavish dining area so devoid of patrons. 

I think there's only two other couples here, and I'd noticed one guy lost in some whiskey at the bar when we came in, so it had to be a house of only six or seven. 

I had to wonder how they could afford to stay open...until I opened the menu and saw the prices...

"Go ahead and order anything, I'll cover tonight." My “date” chuckles, sitting across from me with a playful smile on his stupidly handsome face. 

"Oh, but I'd definitely recommend the veal."

Mr Smith might have been nice to look at...Okay, he was very nice to look at, with his chiseled jawline, blue hunter eyes and sexy midnight blazer, it's undeniable how droolworthy his appearance was. 

But appearances aren't everything. And talking about veal wasn't exactly a good first impression for me...

Rather than explode I decide to contain my fiery temper, just returning a smile of my own to him, while my eyes light with flaming embers. 

Instead I focus my thoughts into the pleasant classical melody filling the almost empty dining room, and the swirling glass of red wine in my claws. 

When the waitress comes to take our order, I decide to start with a nice salad, glancing into the flickering candle flame as I hand her my menu. 

As Mr. Smith goes on to me about the benefits of meat consumption, I elect to just quietly nod my head to his words every so often, losing myself into the flame with a dull, half lidded-expression. 

…

*Snap-Snap-Snap*

My eyes flutter, and I look at him in annoyance when his clicking fingers dance around my unattentive face.

"You know Cara, you're much nicer to look at than the girls I normally bring here."

His words force me to fight against an angry scowl, keeping the fake smile on my face while internally dreaming of tossing this candle at his head. 

The vegetarian options here weren't so bad, the music was nice and classy, everything was clean...I had to admit I liked this place, even if it was meant for the wealthy. 

But damn was he ruining this for me. Part of me wishes I'd set my phone to secretly record, so my friend would at least understand when I eventually walk out on him. 

If he really thought he had a chance with me, then he was beyond delusional. Sure I found him attractive on a base, instinctual level...But thinking about all the animals who suffer because of him, not to mention the slave-like conditions at his company, was enough to keep my mind clear of his sexy tricks. 

He'd even worked a few of them on me earlier, making me laugh at one of his offensive jokes about the poor, a result of being three glasses in...I could nearly kick myself for that. 

"So soft spoken, and well read too. What's that old poem you liked quoting on your Instagram?" He asks me, while devouring the remnants of his bloody steak. 

I move my empty salad plate aside so I can lean closer, the candle fire dancing inches away from my piercing blue eyes. 

"The Inferno." I nearly drop my ruse by offering a slightly evil smile, but he just responds with continued laughter. 

"Now why such a pretty girl would read something so dark is beyond me. Still, your page really is something special. Your post helped me relieve some much needed tension this week." 

He laughs even harder, while I nearly choke on my wine.

"You know, when you come to work for OfficiaCorp, the only reading you'll be doing is for me. But maybe I can hide some Mark Twain in your new office." 

It feels impossible not to huff as a response to that. I know I should be playing along until I'm hired, but my instincts just kick in and my temper boils.

"Yeah, I don't think I'll be working for you anytime soon." I cross my arms with a sigh. 

Who cares if I had an in to potentially sabotage this guy's company, no revolution was worth this debasement. 

"In fact I think I'll take my alfredo to go." I stand up to leave, quickly stopped by his hand around my wrist. 

"Oh, don't be like that my sweet." His voice makes my skin crawl, no matter how deep or masculine, last thing I wanted to be was his 'sweet'. 

"I suppose I don't *have* to set you up as my new secretary. After all, I've really been meaning to find a beautiful comfort woman for my third home. You're comfortable in leggings, right?" 

That smile was so fucking hot, he was like Lucifer trying to lure me in, while hiding his evil behind a handsome face. 

I toss my napkin to the table with a look of frustration. I'm about to stand up and leave, when I begin to realize his voice wasn't just deep and masculine, but also incredibly relaxing. 

Maybe it's just been a while since I heard such a deep prose, but I found his voice and his words strangely soothing, insulting as they were. 

His hand falls over mine, and I soon find myself falling into his hunter eyes, now setting their sights on me. 

"Sorry, sorry." He laughs out a half-assed apology. 

"You seem a bit tense is all. Was just hoping to make you laugh, this is why I went into finance rather than stand-up." 

I try tilting my face away to give him an air of defiance, but all I can muster is a quiet 'Hmpf' as I gaze deeply into his eyes. 

"The truth is Cara, you've got me a bit nervous yourself. I'm afraid your Instagram has given me a bit of a crush on you." His playful expression softens a bit, gazing deeply into my own eyes.

"If that were true, you'd be more respectful..."

As he speaks to me, his fingers begin to slowly circle around my hand, locking his thumb through my index while gently petting me. 

"I haven't been able to get your bikini out of my head. I've been picturing you in my jacuzzi like that these past few days...I know I'd certainly feel rich and powerful then." 

I'm about to retort that I'd sooner be roadkill, but a loud snap from his fingers quickly silences me. 

Before I have a chance to react, he's pointed his free hand to the candle, and I naturally follow his direction without thinking. My attention falls back into the flame, now feeling incredibly warm and inviting, as he gently strokes my hand... 

"Tell me something, Cara...Wouldn't you feel good for me like that, too?" 

Now that he's put the idea in my head, I can't help but picture myself as his floozy. Posing over his own bedsheets in that outfit he liked so much, or even baring my full nakedness for him to enjoy while he takes me in a hot tub. 

Quickly I try shoving these horny and intrusive thoughts away. But part of me felt excited by the prospect of being just another trophy for him to flaunt...

"Wait...Are you...Are you trying some kind of...hypnosis on me...?" I feel a bit silly asking it out loud, but with the candle and his voice, I couldn't help but feel he was pulling some sort of induction. 

I can hear him chuckling to my words, and trying to pull my eyes to the remaining couple across the room now seems impossible. I'm instantly met with his own waving hand, grabbing my attention, and directing me back into the candle with a simple point of his finger. 

"Answer me first, Cara. Wouldn't you feel good under my power? Letting me pamper you, spoil you...enjoy you." 

His eyes trail down my chest while I study the flame, mostly concealed within my modest gown. But I'm not really listening to his words, just letting his voice flow inside my mind as I remain fixated by the candle. 

I don't think I've ever seen a light so pretty before...It was so captivating, so difficult to look away from....What was I doing here again?

Oh, right...I was on a date or...or something...I should try and give him my attention...I don't want to be rude...

But no matter how much I struggle against the inviting warmth, I just can't seem to break free. The candle has me totally enraptured, my eyes blank out into the flame while my face relaxes. 

"Y-Yes...Under your...power..." 

I manage to finally whisper a response, my eyes remaining locked into the candle when I slowly nod my head up and down. 

"Pamper me...Spoil me...Enjoy me..." 

A rush of contentment fills my body with a tingly high at agreeing. The more I submit and accept his commands, the more I'm filled with inescapable euphoria. 

I...I want to do everything he tells me. 

Doing so makes me feel happy and blissful, but especially it makes me feel so aroused. His voice was so sexy, and this candle so hypnotic, I'm not sure I have the energy to resist or disobey even if I wanted...

"You know, that's exactly what I was thinking." 

He chuckles, taking his hand from over mine to gently move the tablecloth, my eyes following the candle back and forth like a beautiful dancing firefly. 

"You're definitely a girl worthy of being spoiled, Cara." 

"I'm...I'm definitely a girl...worthy of being...spoiled..." My voice quietly whispers out, completely lost and hypnotized. 

I don't even have to try following the light, it's like my eyes are glued to its endless fiery glow, widening every so often as I feel myself falling deeper. 

Relinquishing myself to this power was beyond intoxicating. The fact that he could command my eyes to dance side to side, all while filling my head up with his deep and commanding voice...

It was insanely sexy, and I needed more. I had to fall deeper to him, let him seize more of my autonomy. 

"Oh but, if you're going to be working for me, you'll need a uniform much easier on the eyes." 

Back and forth, the candle continues to slowly move across the table, everything around it in my vision now completely black. 

"I'm thinking that swimsuit of yours will do nicely. Maybe a nice 'OfficiaCorp' collar around your neck, so other men know you've been tamed by and belong only to me.” 

Beneath the table his cock is practically tearing through his pants at having me so weak and powerless. He had me right where he wanted me, on the end of his mental leash. 

"Yes...My swimsuit...Will do nicely...And a collar...." I agree with my hypnotist, lost in the candle's dance. I didn't even think I was sitting in a restaurant anymore, to me it feels like I'm falling asleep in my bed at home. 

"Good girl, Cara. I knew there was a submissive angel in there, waiting to break free." He grins mischievously at his hypnotic handiwork over me. 

"I'm your boss now, Cara. You want to obey me. You want to follow my every order and command…”

"Yes Sir...You are my...boss...I want to...obey…”

"And with you on my arm, I'll be the envy of every man top down." 

"With me on your arm...You'll be the envy...of every man...top down..."

Our spacious dining area soon fills with his evil laughter, taking some wine from my glass to refill his own. The candle stops just to my right, and I remain caught in its power, my eyes never leaving. 

"So glad you agree. Well, this has been a productive interview, but if you're comfortable joining me, I feel like moving on to dessert at my place." 

"Yes Sir...dessert at your place...dessert at your place..." 

I continue droning on like a thoughtless zombie, my voice lowering each time, while I remain completely amazed by the candle. 

So warm...So submissive...Zzzzzzz….

...

*Snap!*

My body quickly jolts up, and I release a sharp surprised gasp, my fluttering eyes rolling about the empty dining room. 

"Anyway, like I was saying, I get where you bleeding hearts come from, but I just love money too much." 

What just happened? It feels like I've taken a nap, only instead of feeling refreshed I felt more hazy than before. It's hard for me to keep focused on one single thought for too long, they all slip away from me as quickly as they form, but I also find it hard to care or find anything wrong. 

"Right. I like animals, but I love feeling pretty more. Plus style equals higher class.” 

"Exactly! You know we just finished the fur prototypes for next season's winter collection,  what do you say we head back to my place and you can model them for me?" 

His eyes beam when I smile, finding the idea a bit exciting. I wonder if he produced any fur lingerie? 

"Excuse me, could we have another steak to go please?" I ask the waitress as she takes our discarded plates, looking suspiciously at the moved candle…

"And...Maybe one of those small burgers for myself?" 

...

My red lips purse together in a flirty grin, relaxing and stretching myself out across a leather sofa, my face positioned right beside the crotch of my devilish host. 

I was completely nude save for a tiny thong, covering my breasts with my left hand, while relaxing my head in my right, posing and displaying myself for my new master. 

His phone snaps a few more pictures as I reveal my chest, releasing a soft chuckle at the growing tent in his pants. My legs widen, and I happily show the expensive midnight panther fur barely concealing my privates. 

I was having so much fun with this, acting as his toy. I'd almost forgotten how exciting it had been to pose in a bikini, especially such a suggestive one, the thrill which accompanied being so desired was intoxicating. 

I gradually turn myself around on the sofa, letting him take as many pictures as possible, lounging across some pillows, and displaying my pert ass for him to enjoy. 

Taking a ride in his Ferrari was almost as exciting too, the way he'd practically flown us across the interstate to his designer home in the Hollywood Hills. No way he ever drove that way for real, he was just trying to impress me…Or possibly test if a little speed turns me on. 

After a few more drinks and some heavy making out, I'd decided it would be fun to doll myself up and model some of his company's lingerie. I hadn't really done something like this for a guy before, especially in something that was specifically his, so there was an extra layer of newfound excitement. 

"Mm, God damn, Cara. It's fucking impossible to be soft around you." He snaps a closeup pic of my backside, while I just continue to smile. 

This photoshoot was really turning me on too, especially with this silver 'OfficiaCorp' collar I was sporting around my neck, I really felt like I was showing myself off as his prize. I wasn't sure if he'd show any of these to his friends, but it was also exciting to think of him bragging about me to other men…How much they'd want me and how jealous they'd be of him…

"....Mmmm, alright, alright babe. I think you've given me plenty of memories to enjoy here." 

He plugs his phone into a charger, and I sit up to fluff with my hair. His eyes never leave my boobs, and my lips bite against his as I stand to grab his crotch. 

Rubbing myself against his large chest, I nuzzle my head against his cheek, wrapping my fingers around his enormous bulge and gently stroking him through his pants. 

I'd actually once made a guy cum doing something like this before, but that was years ago...What the hell was wrong with me, acting like such a prude recently? I knew how fun sex was, especially with a guy so rich and powerful...

He gives me a spank as he pulls me in closer, the two of us descending into a heavy makeout. My fingers run across his chest and arms, gradually releasing me to stroke my hair. 

"Fuck...You really are perfect, Cara." He surprises me with a sharp bite to my neck, drawing a loud squeal. 

I'm so wet and open for him now, so ready to feel him officially claim me as his slut. I was aching for his dominance. 

With a coy grin he takes a few steps back, teasingly waving his hand back and forth across my face, as if to demonstrate how easily swayed my attention was.

"Pretty girls see the flame." 

All of my thoughts are suddenly vanished by a trigger phrase, gasping as my eyes widen and roll up. My body stiffens, and I stand fully at attention, while my eyes stare off forward into nothing, only able to see the candle flame in my dreamy mind. 

"Yes Sir. I am a pretty girl who obeys." 

There's some evil chuckling as he strokes my delicate shoulders, admiring every inch and curve of my body. He steals a few more kisses, while his fingers softly travel around my belly button. 

He gradually pulls my thong down to my knees, letting gravity steal it away to rest along with his shirt and my discarded fur top. His fingers explore my wetness, and even in such deep trance I'm overwhelmed by pleasure. 

He bites into my tongue while he fingers me, drowning out my horny moans with his laughter. Eventually he pulls away, drawing me down the hallway with his impressive eyes and physique. 

"That's it, Cara. You want to have sex with me now." 

"Yes Sir. I want to have sex with you now." I drone in a monotone voice, continuing to sleepwalk through his home. 

"You want to service your master in his bedroom." 

"Yes Sir. I want to service my master in his bedroom." My eyes are fixed to his, watching the pretty flame dance in my mind. 

Slowly he leads me to a king sized bed, giving me another spank as he tosses me onto the cushions. 

My legs release a waterfall, and I can't help but rub myself as he stands above me with dominance. I grip my breasts tightly while pressing my spot, gasping and turning bright red. 

An even stronger wave of lust overwhelms me once his pants come unzipped, sliding down his strong legs and exposing his veiny cock. A river of precum leaks from his head, all for me, all my doing. 

"Pretty girls see the flame." 

A powerful orgasm shakes me to my core, crying out loudly and descending into sharp panting. My skin burns, and my eyes roll up into my head, love draining everywhere from my crotch. 

“AAAAHHHOouuuuhaa!!!” I gasp and writhe in sweat, still locked on the edge of orgasm, before another wave takes me, forcing me to melt into pleasure...

He climbs onto me, pinning my wrists to the bed, and my womanhood screams to feel him in me. Slowly he enters, pressing himself against my walls and stretching to make room as I'm filled with an indescribable heaven...

"Yes...Sir...." My panting voice barely gets the words out, shaking against the bed. 

"I..I am a p-...pretty…girl...who...ob-...obeysOHH!"

His thrusting into me quickens, shaking the bed as my voice melts into unintelligible sighs. My legs wrap around him, and our hearts begin to sync as our bodies drip with sweat…

…

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Epilogue:

It was beyond hot this afternoon, despite being early March the temperature outside was well over a hundred degrees. The perfect climate to sport my boss's favorite bikini. 

Of course, I couldn't feel the heat from the top floor of his skyscraper office. The cold AC was heavenly against my exposed body, a small leopard swimsuit my only modesty. 

"Endangered species? Look pal, your whole firm is gonna be endangered if I don't get my South American Edificio over some stupid law!”

I glance at the selfie on my phone, touching up my lip filters a bit to make myself look extra slutty as my boss likes, while he circles around my lounge as if I were his prey. 

My hand drapes across my naked hip, and my red lips smirk when I notice his eyes drinking me in, his pants twitching when I trail a beckoning finger around my belly button. 

"I mean how much could a few cats even be worth?....Five million alive, you say?...Ooh, well, maybe we could be a little more eco-friendly then..." He steps around the lounge, giving my bare shoulder a tight squeeze.

I can't help but notice that sexy fire in his eyes when he passes, and the growing bulge in his pants which seems to hypnotize and draw my focus. 

....Mmm, I could tell he was just waiting to finish this call so he could ravish me. 

…

We've just finished my latest shoot for his company's new lingerie set, and I briefly wonder which one was his favorite on me, while my fingers absent mindedly scroll through my Instagram page, which now serves as a gallery of spicy and suggestive pics. 

The one with me by the window in a zebra top is just about to pass a million likes, while another of me in a leather one piece with 'OfficiaCorp' above my head is the most popular at over three million. 

And though my lingerie changes, I'm always wearing the same 'Officially Owned' collar in each one, proud to show the world who I belonged to. 

I set my phone down with a blissful smile, feeling so happy and content with my new life. It was perfect to be a trophy, absolute heaven to know how wanted and desired I was. There were even a few fan pages dedicated to me, I felt just like a celebrity!

Apparently my suggestive posing has also done wonders for their stock, but I didn't really know much about that sort of thing. My job at OfficiaCorp was really just to be as pretty and alluring as possible. 

I've lost count of how many VIP parties I've been to at this point, each and every time acting as arm candy for my boss, smiling and giving a ditzy laugh to everything clever he said, and just overall making him look like the most powerful man in the room. 

I was happy to be his plaything, and I could always tell when a man was jealous of my boss. I don't think I could imagine anything more intoxicating if I tried. 

His hands return to my shoulders once he tosses his phone beside mine, giving me a nice gentle massage. 

"I almost forgot what I was even saying with you like this~" 

He whispers into my ear, kissing my delicate neck and savoring my perfume. 

"This is why I can't have you in meetings...You're dangerously beautiful." 

I chuckle to his lovely and seductive words, leaning back against the cushions and relaxing deeper with a sigh. He turned me on so effortlessly with his touch, and he knew all the right words to make me wet. 

My eyes close, and I resign myself to his massage, falling into a trance as his fingers relax me and steal away my thoughts...

Beneath my leopard panties I slowly drip open for him, while my nipples harden to poke through my fur top. This was all just too pleasurable to resist, and soon my mind fills with the sensation of him entering me, sliding inside my pussy over and over to bask me in euphoria...

*Ding!* 

My eyes flutter back open, and I tilt my head towards the elevator at the end of our office, watching its magnetic doors slide open. 

Out steps a girl I think I sort of remember...Hm, maybe I'd seen her in passing on the street or something? She definitely seemed familiar, but I met a lot of new people every day, maybe she just had one of those faces. 

".......CARA???" 

She finally gasps my name, stumbling closer in absolute disbelief. Her expression remains shocked, studying my overdone face, before glancing down to my body. 

After a few minutes she's able to pull her eyes away from my tummy, and I give her a knowing look from my pampered throne. 

"What....What in the world are you doing?! It's taken me three whole weeks to track you down here!" Her voice sounds upset, but I can't imagine why. 

Wait, was she his ex or something? Oh, maybe that would explain it. 

"What the hell have you done with my friend, you jerk!" She suddenly turns her attention to my boss, looking quite amused with himself. 

"What, you did some kind of brainwashing on her or something? I'm going to the press with this right now you-" 

He interrupts her by raising his hand, a motion that naturally draws my attention and focus to his fingertips. 

"That's enough. Cara is an invaluable member of my team, but I have to wonder if she misses her social life deep down in that beautiful brain." He playfully taps my head as he steps around the lounger. 

"And that's why I invited you here, Brenda. Or, more like guided you into finding her." 

Her eyes widen as she steps back. 

"So it was you spamming my feed with her pictures!" She points an accusatory finger his direction. 

"Of course, at first it was just to brag. Show off the perfection I've sculpted your friend into. But you know what, Brenda? You're not so bad yourself, either." 

He flips open a silver lighter, and her expression quickly softens once her sight meets with the flame. 

"Wait, what the hell are you...Oh..."

Instantly she becomes transfixed, falling deeply into its glow just like myself before her. I watch as her arms drop limply to her sides, returning my focus back to the distant skyline as she begins to sigh. 

It seems like she'd be taking my session today, but that's alright. I didn't mind going under for my boss later tonight, or whenever he felt like trancing me. 

I can hazily remember how amused he was to learn I'd volunteered at a live hypnosis demonstration some years ago, and the intense rush that came with confessing all the submissive acts I was made to perform against my will, and how exciting being compliant made me.

"That's it, Brenda. Follow the pretty light, wherever it leads you." He gently waves the flame back and forth, trailing her soft green eyes along with it each time. 

"Pretty girls follow the pretty light. Say it for me, Brenda. Pretty girls follow the light. Pretty girls follow the light." 

Without thinking I turn to follow the light as well, easily becoming just as hypnotized. My face relaxes, and my mouth slowly drops open in mindless amazement, a tingling euphoria finding its way through my body and up into my brain. 

"Pretty girls follow the light...Pretty girls follow the light..." We both repeat in unison, our voices low and monotone. 

Smith chuckles when he notices my ensnarement, bringing the lighter down closer to me and drawing us both in with the hypnotic motions. 

Everything around the flame grows darker, all I'm able to see is the flickering light, and soon I feel as though I'm watching it dancing around in a dream...

Everything in my mind clears completely, and I fall into a helpless sleep with my eyes open, hypnotized and at the mercy of the man who owns me...

"Pretty girls follow the light...Pretty girls follow the light..." 

We both continue to drone our mantra, lost in hazy, unaware euphoria. Each passing moment I feel myself slipping further and further away into this beautiful splendor, fast asleep with open eyes. 

*Snap!* 

My head drops to my chest, and I can hear my voice releasing a quiet little snore as I go completely limp. My legs drape over the lounger, while my head rolls to the side, drool running down my chin. 

Although my eyelids are closed firmly shut, I can still see the flame just as clearly. I'm so deeply hypnotized, I don't even realize that my eyes have closed, nothing has changed in my vision. 

Brenda meanwhile almost collapses into me, risking to break the wonderful trance we're both under, only to be saved by Smith's quick thinking and swooping grasp. 

"Good girl, Brenda. You may not be quite as pretty as your brunette friend here, but you melt to my flame just as easily." He flips the lighter closed with an evil chuckle. 

"OfficiaCorp Angels has a nice ring to it, I think..." 

She's set back on her feet, while I continue to snooze away in completely unaware bliss. 

"Of course, we'll need to outfit you with the proper uniform first."

Her sleeping face gradually nods up and down to his words, and with a wave of his hand, her eyes flutter back open with a hypnotized stare.

As she's guided away towards a small rack of lingerie, Smith glances back to enjoy one more look at my naked, mesmerized splendor, and he laughs once more when they pass a night desk with a book labeled "Hypnotism - The Greatest Investment You'll Ever Make."

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