Paris Shaw wore everything well. The few days that passed proved it.

First, a pinstriped micro-skirt to accentuate her long legs. Then, a blouse tied off in a bow under the tits, and on the other end of her bare sinuous midriff, flared low-rise pants. Glittery mesh fishnet tights the next day, causing her hips to twinkle as they swayed. Ruby red, then cherry red, then neon red lipstick. Hair down, then tied up in a bun, then dangling in a braid over one shoulder. 

Each morning Josh would admire her outfit. Then, he would peel it from her skin piece by piece.  The clingy clothes adhered to her writhing figure as they came off. They loved her body as much as he did. 

The ensuing sex was hot enough to hold him over for the rest of the workday. As much as Josh would love to fuck Paris all through the afternoon, such indulgences would attract too much attention.

That's what the evenings were for. At night, he would take full advantage of the spare key Paris gave him. Letting himself into her house, Josh found her wherever she was and helped himself to her body. It didn't matter if she was in the shower, doing chores, or drifting off to sleep. Paris always made herself available. And based on how utterly soaked she was when he reached her pussy, she was more than happy with the arrangement.

One thing Josh wasn’t doing very much of was embezzling. The ledgers remained crammed in his desk, untouched ever since he got access to Paris’ cunt.

“Oh, and about Tania.” He said from above Paris’ splayed form. She listened better when he did it slowly, so he pushed his cock in one agonizing centimeter at a time.

His boss squirmed needfully on her back. “Ooh, yes! The corner office! I’ll get right on it!”

“No. I changed my mind about that. Fire her. She’s dead weight, rude, and entitled. And I want her gone. You don’t mind, right?”

Tania was Paris’ star protégée. Nobody on the team ranked higher or was more trusted than her. Before Josh tipped the scales in his favor, anyway.

The scales were well and truly tipped now. Paris wiggled her hips, urging Josh’s length deeper inside of her. “Ooh, yes, Dr. Dutton. Whatever you say, Mr. Dutton! Rude! Aah! Entitled!! You know best. Oooh it’s just a relief to not have to make these decisions anymore.”

Though Paris still liked to call him “Joshy” at home, she took to using “Mr. Dutton” at the office. He didn’t mind. It was better to keep things professional at work.

“Good girl.” Josh said. He brushed his thumb along Paris’ red lips and she sucked it responsively. “I don’t care how you justify it. Just get her gone.” Tania was getting on his nerves with her shitty attitude. He didn’t like being blackmailed, and he liked even less being reminded of the way Paris used to treat him. In any case, if he gave Tania the corner office she wanted, it wouldn’t be long before she returned with even more demands.

Josh snapped his fingers, and obediently Paris flipped over to her hands and knees. He teased her slit with his cock and her thighs quivered scrumptiously. He just had one more thing to tell her, and then he planned to give it to her hard.

“And Paris? I think I’LL take that corner office.”

***

At night, Elise still sometimes worried about herself. Though it was foggy looking back, she didn’t remember always being such a live-wire. Was she spending too much on clothes and make-up? Was she getting too many manicures? Was she playing with herself at work just a liiiitle too much? In the stillness of her bed, it was easy for such concerns to creep in.

But then the morning would come, and after an evening of holographic dreams, Elise would wake up feeling even better and more excitable than she did the day before. And by the time she greeted her Mother in the kitchen, Elise would forget all about her nighttime anxieties. 

“Oh Baby, you look positively fuckable today!” Elise’s Mother said upon her entrance. “Forgive my language. What I meant was— You look—“ Sandra blushed and teetered where she stood. “Ooh Gosh, like just a fuckable whore, Baby!”

Elise giggled and twirled to show her fuckable self off. She didn’t mind her Mother’s honesty one bit. Their morning soirees had turned into something of a saucy fashion show, anyway. She thrust out her butt with a well-practiced bend at the waist and wiggled it. Her shiny leather booty shorts were a high-cut pair that arched above the bottom curve of her cheeks, and she wanted to show that off. 

“Thanks Mommyyy! The theme is GRAB ME.” Her ass wasn't the only thing grabbable about her. Above, she wore a collared off-the-titties crop top. Elise loved how it hung off her achingly hard nipples, so she skipped the bra entirely to let the white cotton conform precisely to her rack’s shape. If Elise bent over, anyone standing behind her would see right up her shirt to her naked tits. She planned to only do it sparingly.

For professionalism’s sake, she tied it all together with suspenders that ran vertically over her tits and in an X across her back. And for just a hint of spiciness, she let the stringy ties of her baby-blue thong ride high on her bare waist.

Meanwhile, Sandra wore a pinstripe bustier with buckles beneath her heaving breasts. But since she only ever appeared on camera from the waist up, she didn’t need to wear bottoms at all. She took full advantage of that fact. The top connected by garters to stockings at her thighs, and all of it was accompanied only by a matching pinstripe thong. (And high heels, of course, but that went without saying.) Just because Sandra didn’t need to wear bottoms didn’t mean she could skip the most essential part of any outfit. 

“And look at you, you vixen. Any man would just about die to screw you. Especially if they could see the whole thing.” Elise praised.

Sandra’s sparkly nails danced at her crotch. “Mm, HEAVENS I wish. I NEED a man. If I worked in an office like you did, I think I’d find the hottest man there and just beg him to—!”

I need Joshua Dutton to OWN me.

“—Own me— Or. Something. Fuck I need a good cum, Babygirl. I can’t believe our vibrators haven’t arrived yet.”

They ordered them a couple days ago, right after they shaved their pussies together. Both endeavors were for work, of course. Elise felt more womanly walking around the office with a smooth kitty, and a vibrator would make her solo playtimes MUCH more efficient.

“Good things come to those who waaiit!” Elise sang as she ran out the door.

She felt exceptionally horny herself. Elise was trying SO hard to get over her irrational crush on Joshua Dutton, but the increasingly charged morning exchanges with her Mother didn't help her libido. Though she’d been trying to cut back, Elise was probably going to bliss out to some porn at work once again. 

Her days, she had to admit, weren't very productive. The ever-present specter nagged at her that she was blowing it in her new role running IT. She would be lucky to have Joshua Dutton, her most trusted and hottest employee, manage the whole department for her instead.

Joshua Dutton should be in charge of everything, anyway. And why not beg him directly? What was stopping Elise from pinpointing Joshua’s computer in the system and going to him on her hands and knees for his cock— rather his HELP? Because that would be crazy, Elise reminded herself. He doesn’t even know I exist.

But Elise hadn't heard a peep from HR about replacing her with someone more experienced. She wondered if Sherry even posted the listing yet. On the way into work, she swung by HR to check. If Sherry changed her mind about backfilling the role, Elise wanted to know about it. The door, however, was locked, and the window blinds were drawn.

At first Elise thought that Sherry hadn’t arrived. But then muffled sounds prompted her to put her ear to the door.

“Uunh..! Unh! Uuuunh!” The HR lady’s moans, accompanied by naughty wet squishes, told a different story.

Elise giggled and moved on. Their conversation could wait until after Sherry was done pampering herself.

***

Elise fully intended on working that morning. The support ticket queue was a fright. Over the days, it steadily accumulated to the point where half the office was on it. If Elise didn't start chipping away at it soon, it was bound to reach an unsustainable backlog.

But then the latest ticket came from Paris Shaw’s office. Elise hadn't seen much of her recently, no doubt because the blonde Goddess was busy with her lover Joshua Dutton.

Elise felt apprehensive about visiting again. She was painfully jealous of Ms. Shaw’s fling, and in her attempts to temper those feelings Elise tried not to think Ms. Shaw’s lucky dalliances.

The ticket shattered all illusions that Elise was remotely successful in that effort. She careened out the door before she even had a chance to think it over, her heart jumping at the chance to rub elbows with the woman she so badly wanted to be.

Maybe, Elise thought with ill-concieved hope, Joshua Dutton will be there himself.

“Elise! Come in!”

At Elise’s arrival Paris hastily knotted a drawstring across her free hanging cleavage. The horizontal spaghetti strap held her tie-up cardigan precariously in place. The cream fabric draped off the far sides of her sloped tits, leaving the wide middle column of her breasts and stomach open. Below, a knit micro-skirt hung at mid-panty length and her stockings were bunched at uneven heights.

“Sorry if I'm a bit disheveled.” Paris said. She collapsed on the couch and stuck a leg out straight to adjust her stockings. “My Joshy just finished having his way with me. I’m such a good little whore for him, and I get ever so messy.”

That was an understatement. Fresh cum painted Paris’ face from her brow to her chin. A glob dripped off one long, mascara-caked eyelash, and another down the bridge of her nose. A thick streak followed the contours of her cheeks, and another over the curve of her lower lip and down her chin.

Elise’s mouth watered with a terrible thirst. I want to taste Joshua Dutton’ cum. I would love the taste of Joshua Dutton’s cum.

“Don’t apologize. You look sexy even like this.” Elise said. Maybe even sexier. Cum was proof that you could please a man. What was more womanly than wearing it on your face?

“Mmm, Baby, you are such a doll.” Paris caught the white dribble at her chin and scooped the trail up to her lips, elegantly pulling it into her mouth with one slurp. Elise bristled with jealousy. The stuff really did look delicious. “I’ve called you here for a delicate matter. There is a woman in my department who I need gone. She’s dead weight. Rude and entitled. But I can’t fire her for no reason. Are you listening?”

Elise’s attention drifted to the rest of Joshua Dutton’s load slipping its way down Paris Shaw’s sharp features. I want to taste Joshua Dutton’s cum. I would love the taste of Joshua Dutton’s cum. She swallowed her pooling saliva. “Yes. You want to fire someone. But don’t know how?” Elise failed to see how this matter concerned her.

Paris pat the couch beside her. “Sit. I understand that the company has access to an employee’s emails. That would fall under the IT Department, yes?”

Elise sat beside Paris. There, Elise spotted more cum on the woman’s ear. It dripped from her hair down the back of the helix. “Uhm. Yes. We can read all e-mails in and out from any company address. And her browsing history.” She said. She was drooling fiercely now. 

<I>Heavens, what is HAPPENING to me?</i>

“That’s lovely. Oh, Elise. Couldn’t you poke around?” Paris’ head whipped to face her. “For me?”

“I… I’m not sure.” This felt unethical. Looking for a reason to fire someone? 

“Her name is Tania Field. I just need a justification to hang this on. Personal use, or… Or maybe inappropriate language. There’s bound to be something. Anything so I can get the frigid bitch gone.”

“Ms. Shaw… If you have no reason you can fire her, then maybe she doesn’t deserve to be fired?” Elise ventured.

That made Paris indignant. “She does deserve to be fired because Joshy said so.” She said haughtily. 

Oh. If Joshua Dutton of all people believed that Tania needed to go, then it was surely true. Joshua Dutton was Elise’s most trustworthy employee. Suddenly, she felt like a frigid bitch. I simply MUST treat him to lunch, Elise thought instinctively. 

“I’ll take care of it.” Elise said. Tania Field was dead weight. A frigid bitch. She was bound to have broken protocol at some point. Elise just needed to find it.

“Oh Elise, I just knew you’d understand!” Paris gushed.

She pulled Elise into a hug. The IT girl found her nose in the manager’s fragrant blonde hair, but it was Paris’ jizz-coated ear that held her attention. She really wanted to taste Joshua Dutton’s cum. She just knew she would love it.

Elise’s tongue moved on its own. “Hey— HEY!” Paris yelped.

Ooooh Stars Above, she DID love the taste. Elise’s tongue snaked through every cranny to suck the heavenly stuff out, and it graced her mouth with potent flavor that filled her with heat.

“Elise this is HIGHLY inappropriate!” Paris feebly pushed the younger girl away. Elise brought her tongue to the woman’s nose and lapped another thick globule up. “And I am not— HEY! Into— Girls!”

“Oooh, Paris. Me neither. But Joshua Dutton’s cum tastes SO good. Please.” Elise whined. “He gives it to you ALL the time. Let me have this.”

“Elise— Dear— Mmmph!”

Elise went for Paris’ mouth next. She drove her cummy lips forward and slithered her tongue along the flat of Ms. Shaw’s to find the traces of jism that might linger there. But Elise hadn’t yet swallowed the what was already in her mouth, and it now floated between their locked lips.

“Mmph! Mmm! Mmmmmm….”

At the taste, Paris’ resistance softened. They tongue-wrestled, savoring and trading the mouthful of cum that Elise delivered.

Just like that, the pair were making out.

“Mm... Baaaaby. More. Bring me more.” Paris simpered.

Elise smiled devilishly. “Yes, Ms. Shaw.” With loving licks, and taking care to keep all of it in her mouth, she collected more delicious batter from the blonde’s brow. When she kissed Paris again, the woman welcomed her eagerly. The Senior Manager offered her tongue as quickly as Elise offered hers, and the two were again smushing their red lips to lap deep inside each other’s cum-filled mouths.

They proceeded in a quiet frenzy. Occasionally, Elise returned to another spot on Ms. Shaw’s face to collect more of that coveted nectar for their shared enjoyment. But eventually, the only residue left on Paris was Elise’s own saliva.

“There’s none left…” Elise said sadly. She felt drunk. And she was blisteringly wet. Joshua Dutton makes me SO wet. Especially the taste of him. “Joshy’s yummy cummy is all gone.”

Paris had a spacey smile and saucer pupils. “Nooot yet, Babe.” She kicked her legs up and shimmied her white lace thong all the way down. “Joshy ALWAYS leaves a load inside my pussyyyy.”

“Oh fuck, really??”

Elise fell to her knees. Paris’ vulva waited there, a nakedly smooth mound that was cherry red with arousal. Tepidly, Elise pushed the supple flesh with her thumbs and spread it open like a blooming flower. Paris was right. From the pink tunnel oozed more white treasure.

Without thinking, Elise dove to catch it with her tongue. “Oooh!” Paris yelped.

Urged on by Joshua’s dizzying taste, Elise probed deeper. She fixed her lips suction-like to Paris’ mound, licking deep and hungrily the musky flavors of their combined juices.

“Oooh, Baby, doo—oon’t stop!” Paris moaned. “The load is all yours. Just don’t! Ah! Ever! Stop!”

I’m eating pussy, Elise thought with dissociated fascination. I’m eating out another woman’s cunt just to taste the cum that was put there.

It was an almost humiliating thing to do. Jealousy roiled inside of her as she ate Ms. Shaw’s freshly stuffed kitty. Paris had the man that Elise worshipped. And Elise had this.

She felt like such a whore.

Elise shoved a hand into her leather shorts. She was simply too wet and too horny not to. On her knees, with a heart full of envy and shame and excitement, she rubbed her needy pussy and licked Paris’. As she did, she imagined Joshua Dutton’s cock plowing this very hole.

“Oh, ELISE! Fuu-UUCK you’re INCREDIBLE!” Paris squealed. Her thighs squeezed against Elise’s ears. 

Elise smiled and lapped even deeper. The tart secretions of Paris Shaw’s sex were beginning to overpower what little of Joshua that remained in there. But Elise was coming around to the womanly flavor on its own. 

She already worshipped the ground where Joshua Dutton walked. Why not worship the cunt that he fucked, too?

***

Finding a reason to have Tania fired proved as easy as making Paris Shaw cum.

If Elise had bothered to check, she was certain that every employee in the company was guilty of sending the occasional personal e-mail. But Elise wasn’t concerned with anybody but Tania, who in the last month scheduled a doctor appointment, shared recipes with her boyfriend, and caught up with a friend all from her company e-mail.

It was innocent stuff, but strictly against the letter of the law in the company handbook. And so it was all they needed to end her.

Elise sent the incriminating e-mails to Paris. She hoped for her quick work that Paris would let her eat more of Joshua’s cum out of her pussy in the future. It had been such a wonderful experience from which Elise’s mind still whirled with rapture.

“Ahem.”

At first, Elise thought the blonde figure tapping her foot impatiently at the head of the annex was none other than Paris Shaw. She had the same blonde hair, the same sharp cheeks, and the same slender frame.

But no, it couldn’t be. Her clothes were ugly. The visitor wore drab, shapeless slacks with a long-sleeved shirt buttoned to the collar. Her face was dreadfully colorless, and over her shoulder hung a clunky messenger bag that was much too monstrous for Paris’ tastes.

She instead reminded Elise of the old Paris. Humorless, stern, and icy. And maybe a little shorter, too.

“Are you Elise Blake?” The girl asked.

Elise straightened out and her chair and tried her best to look professional. “Uuuum, uh huh!”

“My name is Vivian Shaw.” The young woman pulled a laptop out of her bag and shoved it into Elise’s hands. “Now tell me what in the Hell you put on my Mother’s laptop.”

***

The laptop stuttered with fractured lines of color. They jutted across the screen like broken glass, and they burst into new shattered formations every time Elise tried to move the cursor or type something.

“I noticed something was weird about it on my last visit home.” Vivian said. “And about her for that matter. She acted fussy about her appearance. Asked my opinions on shoes of all things. But I’ll come back to that. It was the laptop that mostly caught my attention. The colors and sounds.”

“It's just a trick to make it run super good.” Elise explained. “Your Mother asked me to install it.”

“That's what she said. Still, I was suspicious. So I borrowed it to investigate. And my college laptop is getting old, so— I mean, a spare laptop couldn’t hurt. Even a weird colorful one.”

As Vivian told her story, she watched the flashing colors. Even in all their glitchiness, the multi-dimensional shimmers were as hypnotic as ever. Elise felt herself fall into them too, and recognized the gnawing urge within her to get naked and play tickle the pink.

If she wasn’t careful, she might start daydreaming about Joshua Dutton.

I want to be an utter whore for Joshua Dutton.

“I used it for awhile. Trying to figure out what this software did. And for homework, too. Because my computer is ever so slow. But mostly investigating. Did you know this software triggers massive movement of data around the computer?”

Elise blushed. “No...?”

“Aren't you the head of IT?” Vivian snapped. “Anyway, yes. It’s seemingly meaningless data. Never-ending strings of numbers. I monitored them for hours and found no pattern. Not beyond the visual ones, anyway.”

“Uhm, okay?” Elise had trouble following. It was all so confusing. What was Vivian’s point?

“A few ago, the colors intensified to an absurd degree. And then this.” She gestured at the abstract shards pushing fractal-like against each other. “The whole thing became unusable.” 

Elise forced Joshua Dutton out of her mind to access the Smart Girl part of her brain. It had been a while since she did any real tech support. There were a few cobwebs in there. Or was that fishnets?

“Oh! I know this! I upgraded to Premium Efficiency. It’s better and more powerful. But I think it fried the um. Like picture part of the laptop.”

“The graphics card?”

“Yeah! That! It’s probably much too cheap to handle the higher tier.” 

“Fine. That makes sense. But that’s not the point.” Vivian said. “Look. Don't you see it? If you look at this drivel long enough, it actually spirals.”

For Elise, that was already starting to happen. The rainbow shards melted into in a liquid soup of color, spiraling. It was ever so beautiful, like staring into the raw unfiltered soul of Mindshaper.

“My Mother used to run her department with an iron fist. Now she prances around dressed like a tart and moons over some guy. A subordinate, apparently.” Vivian stared hatefully into the screen. “This program is brainwashing her.”

“What? No. Vivian, that’s impossible. The Mindshaper program is NOT--”

Vivian snapped back to Elise. “It’s called Mindshaper?? Surely you haven’t always been this much of a dumb bimbo? Look at you. You are as bad as she is!”

Elise’s mouth DROPPED. She was NOT a dumb bimbo! If Mindshaper was a brainwashing tool, she would certainly know about it. She used it every day!

“So why aren't you a dumb bimbo too?” Elise stammered. “You’re looking at it right now!”

Vivian crossed her arms and turned up her chin. “Clearly I'm too smart for such things. I was suspicious from the start. I suspect I've been subconsciously resisting it the whole time.”

“Sure you have. And I'm just a weak-willed tart who dresses up sexy and plays with myself at work becomes some PROGRAM tells me to!” Elise covered her mouth the moment she realized what she said. 

Vivian raised an eyebrow at  the frazzled IT girl’s errant admission. Before the blonde student’s snide gaze, Elise felt completely exposed. Though she was meticulously dressed in her crop top, suspenders and shorts, she may as well be naked. Elise hadn't felt icy judgement like this since Paris herself.

“My Mother told me YOU were the expert about the program. So search that empty little head of yours and see if there’s anything else you can tell me about where it came from.”

The first words at Elise’s glossy lips were “Joshua Dutton.” Maybe it was because they still tasted a little bit like him. But it was also because he bought the original license on Paris Shaw’s computer. If there was somebody at the center of this, it had to be him.

“There’s nothing.” Elise lied. “Nothing at all.” It would be unfathomable to throw Joshua Dutton under the bus like that. He was her favorite and most trustworthy employee. She basically worshipped him

“Fine.” Vivian slammed the laptop shut and shoved it into her bag. “I'll be taking this, of course.” She yanked a pad of sticky notes from the corner table. “I’m writing down my number in case you get the hairspray fumes out of your head. Until then, thanks for nothing.”

When she was left alone, Elise buried her head in her hands. She had a horrible feeling that Vivian had a point. Mindshaper had an entrancing effect on anybody that looked at it. Was it so hard to believe it could be implanting ideas into their heads, too?

Elise recalled the old Paris Shaw who made heads roll at the drop of a hat. Now she gave head at the drop of some pants. That was strange. Potentially sinister.

Potentially mind control.

Out of the corner of her eye, Elise’s computer monitor begged her to look at it anyway. 

***

”You stinking PIG.”

Josh looked up from his workstation where a furious Tania loomed over him.

“Bad day?”

“She FIRED me. What the fuck, Joshua? Over some E-MAILS? How in the fuck did you convince her to do that?”

“Hey, I asked her about the corner office and she wanted you gone instead. Paris is her own woman.”

“Paris is LOST.” Tania slammed the table. “Do you have any idea how humiliating it is to get fired by a woman in fetish clothes?”

Josh couldn’t help but laugh. He wished he had been there to see.

Tania scoffed. “You think it’s funny do you? Do you think THIS is funny?” From her bag she pulled one of the ledgers that was supposed to be stashed in his desk.

“Where do you get that!” He yanked open his drawer and they were all gone. “Tania!”

“I found them there yesterday. I fucking knew something else was going on. You’re poking around the books, and Paris is helping you, or something! You have some sort of weird, perverted crime affair going on. God, it’s so much worse than I thought.”

“Let’s just calm down.” He said. “I haven’t done anything.”

“The time for calm ended when you had me fired.” Tania spun and marched away. She wore clunky boots over her jeans, and they fell on the office floor in loud thuds. They had mostly kept their voices down, but now nearby heads were turning their way.

He had to jog to catch up with her long strides. “Tania! Just stop!”

The lovely Paris would have halted immediately. Hell, she probably would have dropped to her knees and popped out her tits. Tania moved with singleminded fury towards the HR office, the company ledgers tucked under her arm. She knocked hurriedly at the HR door. “Sherry? Sherry it’s Tania.”

He grabbed Tania’s arm. “Tania, let’s talk. You want your job back? The corner office? It’s yours. Just—”

She swatted his hand away. “DON’T touch me. Fuck this, I’m going in. Sherry? Hi. I’m so sorry to interrupt. We need to talk.”

Shit. This was a total and utter nightmare. The things he did to Paris’ mind could never be proven, but the books? That was hard evidence of a crime. And Tania was delivering them straight to Sherry in HR, a woman who took even the most minor of office offenses seriously. 

At the intrusion, Sherry snapped away from her computer. She brushed some hair out of her face, a red mane that was uncharacteristically shaped into luminous curls. Her lips popped red with shiny pigment…

“Tania!” She said. “And… Joshua Dutton? To what do I owe the pleasure?” At Joshua’s name, her voice fell into a mystified hush. She eyed him strangely.

“I have a LITANY of complaints against this man.” Tania dropped the book on the desk and it landed with a violent bang. The sound didn’t register with Sherry whatsoever, who was much too lost in Joshua’s eyes.

“Firstly, this.” Tania flipped open the book. “Joshua should NOT have this.”

Sherry leaned far forward to examine the object. Her blouse was unbuttoned to well under her bust, and when she leaned her heaving udders nearly fell out of the thing. Josh always knew she had a curvy figure, but he never realized just how voluptuous this unassuming woman was.

But why now?

“The company books.” Sherry observed. “Why do you have these, Joshua?” Her tone was more inquisitive than it was accusatory. And there was that look again. Intrigued. Probing. Captivated. She licked her lips. They twinkled with wax and saliva.

Oblivious, Tania put her hands triumphantly on her hips. “He got them from Paris Shaw. Which leads me to my next complaint. He’s having an undisclosed sexual relationship with her. It’s the source of all of this. He’s benefiting from unearned favoritism ranging from the mundane to… Well, THIS.” She thrust a finger out towards the book.

Sherry’s voice remained a hush. “Is this true, Joshua?”

Josh glanced from the apoplectic Tania to the perplexed Sherry. There was something incredibly off about the HR woman. Her green eyes looked strangely passive, and her bow-shaped lips hung dumbly open. To her side, a rainbow glow emanated from her computer monitor and it made low, musical sounds.

“Yes. She gave me the books. For safe-keeping.” He explained calmly.

“Not THAT.” Sherry shook her head dismissively. “OBVIOUSLY you have these ledgers for safe keeping. You are the most trustworthy employee in the office.”

Tania’s arms dropped to her sides. “EXCUSE ME?”

Sherry ignored Tania’s outburst. “Is it true that you’re… feeding the kitty with Paris Shaw?” She bit a finger like she was partaking in juicy gossip rather than taking a conduct complaint. Meanwhile, her desktop monitor twisted and turned like in a prismatic funhouse.

With certainty, Josh could say it was no normal computer. And with those ridiculous, coquettish phrases spilling out of Sherry’s mouth, Josh suspected that he held more cards than he thought.

“It’s true.” He admitted. “I’m sleeping with her. Every morning.”

Sherry briskly tossed her overflowing hair behind her ear. “Well. We will have to do something about THAT.”

“Agreed.” Tania said. “Now you’re talking sense! Additionally, I believe I’ve been unjustly fired by Paris Shaw at Joshua’s request. And he grabbed me, just now, outside your office—”

Sherry rolled her eyes. “That’s enough, Tania. I’ve heard everything I need to hear. You are dismissed.”

“But my statement—”

“Not necessary. It’s clear to me that you have an irrational vendetta against Joshua Dutton, who has done no crime but graciously bear the huge responsibility of our company’s finances. You ought to be nicer to him. MUCH nicer.”

”What—?!”

“Instead she comes here with silly, petty complaints. I’m soooo sorry, Joshua. Mr. Dutton, Sir.” Sherry heaved her tits in their low cradle and smiled coyly at Josh. 

“Un-fucking-believable. Has this whole office gone mad??”

Sherry shot venom towards Tania. “You watch your language. For that, I would fire you all over again.”

“This isn't over.” Tania said. “Are they paying you off or something, Sherry? Are you IN on this?? Whatever it is, I WILL find out.” She left, and when she slammed the door behind her, every loose object in the narrow office rattled.

Sherry sighed. “My Stars, I thought she’d NEVER leave.”

“Um, agreed?” Though things had gone in his favor, Josh remained on edge. How long had Mindshaper been running on Sherry’s computer? And how did it get there?

Unlike Paris, Sherry was a kindly and docile woman. He hadn’t written this program for her.

“Well then. About this Paris Shaw situation.” Sherry traced a ruby-red nail along her desk as she stood. Stepping out, she unveiled the ungodly tight leather skirt around her waist. It stretched shiny around her upper thighs, which by garter were strung up in fishnets that crawled down her full figured legs to a pair of peep-toe platform heels.

Sherry crossed the room shuttered the blinds to the hallway. “You'll have to disclose your relationship in detail. Every sordid thing you do to her. I need to know.”

“Okay...” He said. “Like I said. We are having sex.”

She took an eager step closer. “Please Joshua. More detail. Are you having sex with her or are you fucking her?” Sherry bore into him with tiger eyes. Exactly how long had this sex kitten been brewing? 

“I’m fucking her.” He said.

“Throat fucking? Titty fucking?” Sherry’s voice rose in excitement. “Are you using a condom of giving it to her raw? Where are you cumming? Heavens I hope she is swallowing. Is she swallowing like a good little slut, Mr. Dutton?” Sherry’s fingers undid more buttons on her blouse as she unleashed the firehose of questions upon him. “Has she shaved her twat?” POP! “Does she get wet enough for you?” POP! “Does she beg properly?”

Seeing where the wind was blowing, Josh’s cock stiffened. “God, where do I begin?” 

“Maybe it would be easier if you just showed me.” Sherry purred. The buxom redhead reached the last button of her tight blouse and slipped it off her shoulders. Her pale milkers, heavy things with broad nipples hardened into firm nubs, hung over the lacy under-band of a cupless bra. They swung luxuriously as she approached, her wide hips tilting and rolling with cartoonish exaggeration.

She held up the back of her hand and wiggled her fingers, where a diamond glinted in the light. “As long as you don’t mind screwing a married woman?”

The question was rhetorical. She hoisted her shirt leather skirt higher up her waste to reveal that below her garter belt, her cunt was trimmed to a fiery landing strip where her bare slit twinkled with moisture.

She swung her legs over his lap, straddled him, and kissed him with full tongue.

“Mmmpphh!! Ooooh, Joshy…” She cooed as he fished blindly for his zipper. “Forget Paris. I can be such a WHORE for you. Mwah! I’ll show you. Mmph! Mwah! Screw me! Just screw me, screw me, screw me!”

She sunk her full weight onto his upright cock. She was so wet and tight that he had to brace himself with heaping handfuls of her tits, and when she rolled her full hips, her pussy milked him with incredible strength.

Josh couldn’t believe his luck. Without his involvement, another woman in the office had been brainwashed into a depraved, obedient sex slave. And, thinking back on it, he had a good idea of who might be responsible.

The mysterious young girl with the sandy hair.

But that could wait. For now, he was going to enjoy the juicy fruits of his unexpected, but much appreciated, windfall.

“Paris is right about one thing, Joshy!” Sherry moaned. He took handfuls of her voluminous flesh and cock-throbbed against the womanly pressure of her tunnel. “You should be in charge. You should be in charge of everything!”

***

The cool evening air felt nice, because Elise’s dewy skin was flushed with heat, sweat, and shame.

What is WRONG with me? I can’t believe I wasted the day away petting the kitty AGAIN!

Across the parking lot, a Black woman with a ring of blonde curls leaned against her car smoking a cigarette. She shot furious daggers Elise’s way.

Though Elise was desperate to avoid another social interaction, her was right next to Elise’s. “Uum, can I help you?” She asked. Heavens, no matter how hard she tried, Elise couldn't help but sound like an airheaded kitten.

The woman made a face of disgust. “Doubt it. You’re just another skank from the mad house.”

It was the second time today that Elise faced another woman’s harsh judgement, except now she was in an even messier state. Her shorts were widely unbuttoned from her day’s exploits, and her thong beneath them was askew and damp. Her crop top, still carried by the shelf of her tits, clung to her sweat looking all the more like a second skin.

Elise wanted to run away and hide. Maybe back to her office where she could rub her troubles away. But like Vivian Shaw, this stranger seemed to have an idea of what was going on. And Elise needed information.

“You mean that women are changing.” Elise said. “Getting all sexy and flirty.”

She raised an eyebrow in surprise. “That’s right. Paris Shaw. And Sherry Mackey in HR. I assumed you all had some kind of bimbo club.”

Elise’s chest made a knot. 

“What’s your name?” Elise asked.

“Tania Field. But don’t bother getting to know me. I don’t work here anymore.”

Elise swallowed a lump in her throat. So this was the woman that she helped get fired. The woman that Joshua Dutton wanted gone. Her first instinct was to call Tania dead weight to her face. To say that she was rude and entitled and that she needed to go. Joshua Dutton himself said so.

But Vivian’s theories echoed in her head.

Paris Shaw teetered out into the lot in her tiny little skirt and her long heels. Paris waved at Elise with fluttering fingers and a sly smile. In her cloud of perfume, she sashayed by, and Elise’s heart skipped with girlish delight. Paris climbed into her car with a careless swing of her legs that flashed her thong, and all Elise could think was how she wanted to worship that heavenly mound again. Joshua Dutton FUCKED it.

Tania stomped her cigarette out beneath her Timberlands. “Ugh. She is shameless. Now if you'll excuse me.”

With purpose, she headed back towards the office. Elise trotted after her. “Wait. Where are you going?”

“This is a damn conspiracy. I don't know what I'm looking for, but the evidence is on that whore’s computer. I'm going to find it.”

“Um. I’m not sure that’s a good idea.” Elise said. She followed Tania through the lobby and squeezed into the elevator after her. “Going on Ms. Shaw’s computer, I mean.”

“Fuck off. What are they going to do, fire me? Leave me alone. I’m doing this. And don’t you say a word.”

“Yeah, but it’s—” Elise wanted to say the computer was rigged with some kind of brainwashing program, but she didn’t even know if that was true. In any case, it was unlikely that Tania would believe her. “Illegal?” She squeaked.

Tania laughed. “Add that to the pile of the shit going on in this company. We’ll sort all that out in the courtroom.”

She charged out of the elevator, through the emptied reception area, and down to hall to Paris’ office. The gap between them widened with every step, because Tania took long strides that were impossible to match for a girl in high heels.

“Tania, wait!!”

But by the time Elise made it into Paris Shaw’s office, Tania was already sitting at the Senior Manager’s desk and clicking her way into the computer’s files.

“What in the fuck is wrong with this…?” Tania muttered.

“That’s what I wanted to tell you. The computer is, uhm. Buggy. It needs to be fixed and you… You shouldn’t use it.”

Tania narrowed her eyes and leaned forward. “It’s like water. It’s all moving.”

“Miss Field. I really think you should leave. It’s bad for your eyes.” Tania hadn’t blinked yet. In fact, her suspicious slits were already opening into a round gaze. “And anyway this is all SO illegal. You don’t even work here anymore, and—”

“This is going to take longer than I thought. How in the fuck does she work like this? Why is the taskbar back here, next to the— Oh what is this?”

This was bad. Tania must have accidentally zoomed deeper into the desktop, where only more fractal-like spaces waited to explore. A girl could get lost in there for hours. And if Paris was anything like Elise, the deepest layers of the fractals were where she kept her hottest porn.

Tania winced. “Ah, shit. I lost the e-mail. Where in the bugger did it…?”

Click. Twinkle. Click. Spin. Clicky. Scatter.

“Ah. Here. E-mail. Or, wait. This is the calendar. God, why is everything so circular?”

Each click triggered melodic shimmers that tickled Elise’s skull ever so nicely. She lost track of what she was trying to do here. Did she want to spare Tania the potential mind altering effects of the computer? Or was she only worried that Joshua Dutton might get in trouble from what Tania found?

Mostly, Elise worried that if she kept letting the synthetic chords roll through her ears, she would get hopelessly sucked in with Tania. She backed out of the room. “I’ll… Be right back.”

“Uh huh…” Tania mumbled.

Down the hall, the light from Sherry’s office was on. It spilled into the darkened hall like a beacon of hope. Elise didn’t have to confront Tania after all. Sherry would do it. The HR woman would never allow an ex-employee to snoop on a company computer. Elise only needed to notify her to what was going on. 

Elise’s high heels carried her to the door. She drifted in without a single knock. “Sherry, are you still here??”

The first thing Elise saw was Sherry’s big ass. The woman was naked save for her garter belt and stockings, and she faced away from the door touching up her make-up in a newly displayed vanity mirror. Her heavy rear swayed from side to side as she hummed. It throbbed with a deep pink flush. 

“Sherry, you’re naked!” Elise said.

Sherry swung her hips around. Her tits swung with her, and they too were flushed. She wore bovine eyes and “O” shaped lips. “Oh yes. Joshua Dutton just rutted me like an animal. I haven’t had a chance to get dressed yet. You don't terribly mind, do you?”

DO I mind? Elise asked herself.

The news that Joshua Dutton blessed the HR lady with a screwing was certainly a shock. But as jealous as that made Elise feel, it also brought with it a familiar fluttering excitement. The man of Elise’s dreams had been all over the busty redhead before her. He had been in her. With that in mind, Sherry’s womanly curves carried a new allure to them.

“Not at all.” She decided. “No need to make yourself decent on my account.”

Sherry fluffed up her hair. “Oh thank you, Baby. I just knew you would understand. The way you dress at work is sooo lovely. I daresay you inspired my recent choices. And it worked a treat. Joshua Dutton got raging hard over me.”

Elise found her eyes wandering over Sherry’s nude slopes and crests with rising interest. Her voluminous body was nothing like Paris Shaw’s lithe elegance. But still it was worthy of Joshua Dutton’s cock. Elise found herself in awe of her. More pressingly, the walking fertility idol looked so freshly ravished that she probably still tasted like the man who did it to her.

“So what was it you wanted to say?” Sherry asked.

Oh yes. There had been an urgent matter. But when confronted with that was, Elise’s mind fell dreadfully short. Instead, all she could focus on was the visible stickiness in Sherry’s thighs.

Cum. Joshua Dutton’s yummy cum.

“Oh, Sherry. I hate to ask.”

“Well out with it.” Sherry snapped. “I do need to get home to my husband.”

Elise fell to her knees for the second time today. It was easier now. There was so much uncertainty in her heart, but the floor was reliable and solid. It was there for her, and she quite liked kneeling on it.

“The spunk inside your pussy. It looks just scrumptious. Could I pretty please eat it?”

Sherry raised her impeccably trimmed eyebrows. For a moment, Elise thought the HR professional would scold her for so brazenly crossing office boundaries.
But after a moment, she sucked a finger thoughtfully. “Elise, I had no idea you would want such a thing.”

“I want it. I want it so bad.” Elise looked up with honest eyes at the juicy piece of trim looming over her. This morning, Elise would have said she was decidedly not a lesbian. It was ONLY Joshua Dutton that made her kitty purr. But she could hardly deny now that Joshua Dutton’s concubines made her deliriously wet, too. “I promise I’ll make you cum.”

Flustered and slightly incensed, Sherry sat her ass on the desk, turned up her nose, and spread her legs. “Well I can hardly blame you. Joshua’s cream is a sensation. I earned it myself, of course. But you’re a doll. If you hit my sweet spot I suppose I couldn’t begrudge— Ah!”

Elise could wait no longer. With Sherry’s blessing, the fevered girl dove into her open muff.

Sherry lifted her legs higher. “But do hurry. Like I said, my husband— Ooh! My— haaahsband! Is waiting. And it’s our— Our anniversary— Ooooh Elise you little minx just eat me. Eat me!”

Elise lapped like a kitten in need of milk. She was forgetting something. She was sure of it. But with Sherry’s thighs squeezed in ecstasy against her ears, and with the creamy treasures of Sherry’s twat spilling into her mouth, Elise wasn’t at all bothered to remember what the silly thing was.