Elise didn’t sleep a wink.

She was in too much of a tizzy over her phone encounter with Joshua Dutton. After all this time, she spoke to him. He spoke to her. He knew her name. He wanted to meet her.

It was all terribly exciting. Or awfully terrible. On one hand, the love-sickness that was burned into her soul by that frightful program was at its crescendo. Joshua Dutton’s dark blur loomed closer than ever, and now Elise knew the sound of his voice. She could still hear it echoing, and oh gosh, it was just heavenly.

On the other hand, Elise knew that this was very, very bad news. She was pretty sure she had an orgasm when she spoke with him, though she could barely remember that. What would happen to her mind when she met him in the flesh?

The smart thing to do would be to stay away from the office. Without regular exposure the Mindshaper programming would fade. Elise could just uninstall the software and wait it out at home.

I’ll see you at work tomorrow. Wear something nice. 

But that would leave the other woman at the office under Joshua’s thrall. Could Elise really abandon Paris, Sherry, Tania, and now Vivian to their subservient, sexy fates? To flutter about between sucking and fucking for the rest of their days? No. For them, Elise had to go back. Back to work. Back to the office.

Which was just honey bunches of perfect, because then she could see Joshy in person and give him a big, fat smooch for brainwashing her!

Elise froze with the cold touch of lipstick midway across the bow of her upper lip. She was partially dressed, rocking a meshy black bustier tucked into a red mini-skirt. Fishnets snuggled her legs, partially hooked to gartered panties that felt sheer thin.

Half of her closet was scattered across her bed. Bows, ribbons, necklaces and earrings. Long black gloves, short cling skirts, stringy bits of thong, colorful push-up bras. Bodycon dresses with sweeping windows cut out of them, nylon socks in every color, elastics and plastics and patterned fabrics. And on the floor, heels of every length dappled in glistening golds and silvers.

She dropped the lipstick in terror. She’d been going back and forth like this all night, dressing in stages between moments of clarity where she remembered that she should absolutely not go to the office. And now her mind was playing tricks on her again. Because Elise didn’t need to go to the office to save Paris and the others. She had access to the Mindshaper account at home. She could log on from her Mother’s infected computer and cancel the licenses outright. Then Paris and the others could free themselves before Joshua ever realized they weren’t getting conditioned.

Elise hooked up the rest of her garter belts and darted towards her Mother’s office. She needed to do it before she talked herself back into going to the office where Joshua Dutton reigned.

Downstairs, Elise found her Mom in a tizzy of her own. Sandra, disheveled in a form-fitting burgundy dress that was insufficient on both ends, had rivers of mascara running down her cheeks. 

“Mommy! Are you okay??” Elise said.

Sandra jumped as if she was caught in the act, which was ironic because Elise had caught her Mother doing so much worse recently. “Oh God, Elise! No! I... I... I was fired!”

“What?! Oh, Mother! What happened?”

“It was first thing this morning. Oh stars. This is so embarrassing. They said I left my webcam on yesterday when I was... Uhm.” Sandra turned bashful. She broke eye contact with Elise and wiped her tears. “Daydreaming.”

Elise’s spine shivered. The programming. Joshua Dutton’s dreadful, wonderful programming. “You mean you were masturbating. On camera. In front of your boss?”

“It was the company all-hands, Elise. The new vibrator arrived and I was just so excited to stuff myself with it! I had no idea until this morning that the camera was on. I tried to explain, but they said-- They didn’t-- I mean, Elise-- Aren’t such things normal for a woman at work? To let off steam and-- To relax-- To fantasize about--”

Joshua Dutton.

“I’m so sorry, Mommy.” Elise said. “Something horrible has happened. But I’m going to fix it. I just need to get on your computer.”

Elise ventured into the home office. She had no time to waste. She sat at the desk and-- Oooohhhh. Faahh..ck..Mindshaper’s colors pulled at her attention, and her Mother’s voice instantly began to fade behind the musical synthetic chords.

“Something terrible? What’s going on Elise?? What are you talking about?”

“Something. Baad.” Elise mumbled. She moved her cursor through swirling pools of temptation. The drool came in thick and fast. Clicky. Shimmer. Boom. She couldn’t close her mouth, not when looking at such jaw-dropping digital landscapes. So instead she let the drool spill freely down her parted lips and into the crevices of her tits. They looked better when they were shiny and wet, anyway.

Clicky. Sway. Spiral. Sparkle. Clicky. Splash. Sizzle.

There it was. The Mindshaper account settings. If only everything on the screen would just hold still...

“A guy at the office?” Sandra squeaked. “Who? Is he cute?”

Elise clicked her way towards the license cancellation page. “Uh huh... Super cute. The cutest guy at the company. He’s sofuckinghot.”

And he could be trusted. Trusted with the company books. Trusted with her house keys. Trusted with her body. Joshua Dutton is the most trustworthy man at the company. Elise’s cursor hovered over the button. What was she doing? Was she about to make a terrible mistake undoing software that Joshua Dutton himself bought?

“I’m gonna... fix it...” Elise whispered.

Fix what? Her head swam in a rainbow pool of arousal and confusion. Sandra’s vibrator sat upright on the desk. It was still sticky from last night’s mileage. And hopefully charged. Elise wondered if Mommy would mind if she borrowed the thing and pushed it deep into her needy, wet pussy right here in the office.

“Elise, Baby, who is this guy? Is he doing something bad to you?”

“Yes.” Elise said. “Maybe. I think.” But Joshua Dutton is the most trustworthy guy at the company. “I don't know! That’s why I need to uninstall this-- Because I can’t think straight about Joshua Dutton.”

“Joshua... Dutton??” Sandra squeaked.

Elise would have covered her mouth in regret if she wasn't totally busy trying to operate this flashing, fizzing, swaying computer.

“How do I know that name?” Sandra asked. “Have you complained about him before?”

“Uhm, maybe. But--”

Sandra’s tears were suddenly dry. She had a strange look in her eyes. “Does Mommy need to come to work and... and speak with this Joshua Dutton?”

“No, Mommy, you can’t!” Elise said. “Or he’ll-- He’ll--”

Pound you! She wanted to say. He’ll screw you just like he screwed Paris and Sherry and Vivian. And then he’ll NEVER have time for ME!

“I’ll talk to him.” Sandra said defiantly. “I’m your Mother. No guy, no matter how cute he is, messes with my babygirl. No matter how good his cum might taste--”

“Mother!”

”Did I say ‘cum?’ I meant. Uhm. Jizz. Load.”

The monitor swirled around and around and around. The cancel button was caught in the maelstrom, and each time it passed under her cursor, Elise clicked to no avail. Changing tactics, she chased it, but the circular motions of the mouse only caused the spirals to get faster.

“--Whatever the matter, I’ll teach him a lesson.” Sandra said, continuing her rant. “Unless... maybe you got off on the wrong foot with this guy? Well it doesn't matter. He’s upset you. Probably ‘cause his balls are so full of tasty, uhm. Spunk. That’s the word.” 

“Mom, stop!” Elise shrieked.

Click.

Elise finally caught it. Everything on the screen froze into a tranquil sheet of ice. “DO YOU WISH TO CANCEL YOUR [5] MINDSHAPER LICENSES? PLEASE ENTER YOUR USER VERIFICATION NUMBER.”

Shit. Elise never needed a user verification number before. The software didn’t require such a thing to buy more licenses, but now that she wanted to cancel them it was— Asking-- Flashing-- Spinning--

“ARE YOU SURE? ARE YOU? ARE YOU SURE?”

The transient stillness was gone. Aurora lights danced across the ice like ballerinas. Was pretty. So pretty. 

“FAILURE TO INPUT USER ID. YOU MUST BE A SILLY GIRL. SILLY GIRL. SILLY GIRL.”

Elise felt like such a SILLY GIRL, thinking she could end Joshua’s subscription herself. She’d have to rely on her own IT skills, however much of them remained, to delete the software directly from each computer. She hoped she still remembered how to do that. Where was the data stored again?

“SILLY GIRL. GO BACK TO YOUR USUAL COMPUTER BUSINESS. GO BACK. GO BACK.”

Elise couldn’t look at this any longer. It was making her too horny. She yanked the power cord out of the wall and the screen went dead. Back on Earth, Sandra’s girlish frenzy was carrying her away. She floated out of the room, primping and preening herself into office-ready shape with mechanical effortlessness.

“Mom, wait--”

“I need to meet this Joshua Dutton face to face!” Her Mother called from the kitchen. “Need to meet this man!”

Elise’s heart pounded through her tits. This was absolutely awful! Her Mother, whose head was filled with all of Joshua Dutton’s devious ideas, was going to the office to find him.

The worst part was, Elise was no where near ready yet!

Even as the door to the garage slammed closed, and her Mother’s car roared to life and faded away in the distance, Elise found herself pulled upstairs to finish making herself proper. She had to look good for work. Sexy. Slutty. Anything less would be tantamount to showing up in her pajamas. And Elise simply didn’t have time to parse whether or not that belief was her own or from Mindshaper.

As fast as Elise could handle, she powdered her cheeks, finished her lipstick, combed her hair silky and smooth, and stepped into knee-high boots with three inch heels. To finish the look, Elise slipped on a short pinstripe jacket and left it unzipped around her bustier so her cleavage and nipples were nice and visible. Then, she stepped into her tallest, baddest black boots.

She wanted to look dangerous, and in her black and red ensemble of mesh and velvet, she did a pretty good job. When she shimmied her red skirt further up her waist, Elise was treated to the strange validation that her panties were sheer after all. They were black and patterned, a screen of threadbare modesty over her pink slit.

But something was missing. She scanned the piles of accessories on her bed. There! Around her neck, Elise tied a black velvet choker sporting a red bow off the center. She had to admit that given the circumstances, the optics of showing up to work in a collar weren’t great. But as she looked over her saucy reflection, which was all tits and legs and attitude and sex, all Elise could think was How lovely that it matches my skirt.

***

“Joooshy, wake uuuup!”

A new Vivian was there to greet Joshua. A better Vivian, whose face was plastered with pink coats of wax and powder. Mascara caked her lashes and lipgloss plastered her lips, but it was her adoring smile and twinkling eyes that stood farthest from the sneer she once reserved for him.

“How do I look??”’ She curtsied and lifted her yellow miniskirt to reveal purple tartan panties, which made a set with the half-moon bra that was her top. She wore a yellow long-sleeve shawl off her shoulders, and her hair was tied by purple scrunchies into perky pigtails. Naturally, the look was completed with white stockings and shiny clog heels.

“Like a million bucks. You must have been up early.”

She leapt to the bed, looming like a puppy on all fours over him. “Oh Joshy, I didn’t sleep a wink! I had to do my nails and pick out my outfit and shave my kitty clean. I’m ever so excited for my first day of work.”

“You’ll make for a fantastic personal assistant.” Joshua said. “I’m just glad you’re so willing to drop out of school.”

Vivian rolled her eyes. “Oh please. I want to start my career as soon as possible. What do I need school for if you’re willing to hire me now?”

He stroked her cheek. “Smart girl.” The new Vivian, it seemed, still took pride in her supposed intelligence. She beamed and kissed him, mewling appreciatively into his mouth.

“Ahem.” With Vivian propped up above him, they looked towards the door where Paris stood. She was dressed in her day’s attire, a gartered microskirt with checkerboard stockings and a black-and-white tube top with elbow length white gloves. “What is going on, Joshy? Did you sleep in here last night? With… Vivian?”

Joshua pushed Vivian off of him and stood. Completely unable to read the room, his new doting girl clutched his arm with both hands. “He sure did!” The brainwashed teenager said. “Oh Mother, I completely misjudged you. I didn’t know it was Joshua Dutton you were seeing all this time. No wonder you scream like a banshee when he’s rutting you!”

Paris remained fixed on Joshua. “Did you screw her, Joshy? My daughter?”

Josh was still drowsy. He wasn’t prepared for this conversation. Vivian, however, had no reservations about the matter. She squealed and squeezed Josh tighter. “Of COURSE he did! Screwed me sideways. Oh, he’s such a fantastic lay. His cock is FIREWORKS, Mommy.”

Paris’ brow wrinkled. “Well, yes. Fireworks. But— Joshy. Am I not enough for you?”

It occurred to Josh that there was nothing in the program cycle to temper a woman’s jealousy. He didn’t think such a thing was necessary back when he wrote it with only one woman in mind. Still, thanks to the program, Paris worshiped him. Josh could convince her this was okay. He could convince her to accept even her own daughter as his concubine.

No, fuck that. He would convince Paris to love the arrangement. She and her daughter would never be closer.

“Paris—”

But Paris, even with her new personality, proved herself capable of her old ice-cold exits. “I’ll see you at work, Mr. Dutton.” She snapped. Abruptly, she turned away and marched down the stairs, her heels clicking furiously on each wooden step.

“Fuck…” He muttered. A disgruntled Paris was not on the bingo card for today. He had to find and subdue that Elise Blake girl before she made any more sex slaves for him without his knowing. And somehow, he had to prove at the end of it all that he had things under control to his benefactor at Wheaten Dynamics.

Vivian rubbed Josh’s chest. Her nails were purple, shiny and sharp. “Forget her. She’s always been like that. Total narcissist. It’s why Daddy cheated on her, you know.” Her hand dropped to Josh’s crotch and she smiled. “You can admit you like my pussy better. You do, don’t you?”

“Save it for the office.” He said. “We have to get going. First thing, we’ll have Sherry in HR make your position official.” He paused and pondered if it was a good idea to tell Vivian about him and Sherry. Did he really want to deal with two jealous Shaws today. “I’m fucking her, by the way.”

Vivian pouted. “Oh Joshy, must you waste your time with all these hags? You have ME.”

“Enough.” He barked. “I’m in charge, right? I fuck who I please. Get used to it. You’re acting like your Mother.”

Vivian’s eyes snapped open in terror and her ears turned red. She shrank away and twiddled with the bottom of her swishy yellow skirt. “Yes Sir, Mr. Dutton. Whatever you say, Mr. Dutton.”

“Good. Come with me. And bring that laptop. I know it’s broken but I want you watching it for at least an hour every day.”

He drove them to work. Paris’ car had already left the driveway, but he would deal with her later. First, he had to get Vivian settled and handle Elise Blake. Until then, there could be no distractions.

“Ffuuuuck, Vivian. Don’t stop.” Okay. Maybe one distraction, because somewhere along the road the horny teenager decided the freeway was a good time to take his cock deep in her throat.

I think I made them like the taste a little too much, Josh thought.

The sex kitten had been so insistent that it was less distracting to just let her lick. Now, the half-gagging Vivian was earning her prize at the expense of both their safeties. When she finally sucked the load out of him, he nearly swerved off the road. But Vivian didn’t care or notice. Instead, she squealed girlishly all while he fought to keep the wheel straight.

When they parked, Vivian happily licked the remnants of their tryst off her fingers. But in the office lot, a new wrinkle in his day presented itself in the form of a familiar Black woman in tall boots, a tan skirt, and an orange crop-top blouse with an unbuttoned corduroy jacket off her shoulders.

“It’s not what you think.” Tania said. “I just want to talk.”

She didn’t look nearly as pissed as Josh expected. And she’d put an unusual amount of thought into her appearance. Big hoops hung off her ears and she wore a shiny orange headband through her blonde curls. Her nails, too, were painted orange.

“Go on inside.” He ordered Vivian.

Thankfully, the teenaged tart was still high off a mouthful of his cum, so instead of pushing back, she nodded obediently. But her exit wasn’t without a devilish goodbye. As Vivian skipped away, she flipped her skirt up behind her to flash Josh those snug tartan panties on her ass.

He turned back to Tania with guarded suspicion. “Talk about what?”

“I can’t put it into words. I’ve been thinking about it all night. And I’m confused. I realized I made a lot of assumptions with no proof. So. Um. I wanted to hear your side. Or… I don’t know.” Tania took a deep breath, then started over. “I feel like we got off on the wrong foot. I’m trying to be nicer.”

This all sounded incredibly familiar. Josh looked again at Tania’s long legs. He hadn’t noticed before, but she was wearing a pair of skin-toned tights.

“Nicer?” He asked.

Tania shuddered. “Okay, fine. MUCH nicer. I was a bitch.”

Tania was not a woman to call anyone a bitch, least of all herself. But she appeared to find some relief in the admission. Her shoulders relaxed ever more. She twisted a finger through her curls.

“Yes. Such a frigid bitch. I thought we could bury the hatchet over a meal. I was thinking…” Her eyes darted back and forth as she fought to keep yet another intrusive idea from escaping her lips. But she couldn’t. “Oh Heavens.” She said. “Is it too early in the morning for a nice, juicy steak??”

Josh had so much to do today. He really shouldn’t neglect this Elise Blake situation any longer. But Tania, in her colorful little number, looked hot and promising. If he let her go now, he might forever lose the chance to get her back into the office to finish her programming.

He smiled warmly. “As long as you’re paying.”

***

Sandra’s car was in the office parking lot. It was surreal to see it there. Elise’s Mother never before had an occasion to visit her daughter’s workplace. 

“Did a woman come through here?” Elise asked the receptionist on the way in. “She kind of looks like me? Sandy hair. Slender. She was wearing a delish knit dress.”

The bespectacled brunette, a mousy young woman named Maisy, gave Elise a beleaguered look. She could be cute, if only she bothered. A tiny body like hers would make for a fantastic sex toy. “Sure did. Another woman with her legs out. What a surprise. She strutted on through without checking in or anything. Honestly, I do not get paid enough for this.”

“Thanks Maisy!” Elise chirped. 

“There was that young blonde, too!” Masie yelled after her. “Is there a photo-shoot I don’t know about??”

Elise sped through the floor. Without the slightest pretense of working, the other men and women of the office muttered amongst themselves as Elise passed. The number of hot kittens at work was clearly reaching a tipping point, because the rumors had evolved from hushed gossip to a full blown buzz. If Elise and the other girls kept causing a scene, more trouble was sure to follow.

But Elise couldn’t concern herself with that right now. Without knocking, Elise entered Paris Shaw’s office.

“Oh Elise, it’s terrible!” Paris mourned. Like Elise’s Mother this morning, Paris had tears welling in her eyes. She flounced towards Elise and collapsed into her to weep dramatically into the IT girl’s neck.

“What is it now?” Elise said, unable to hide her impatience.

“It’s my daughter! He’s screwing my daughter! And now she’s here at the company. Moving right on into his new corner office as his personal assistant! Can you believe it? I’d have taken the job if he’d only asked! Heavens Elise, what if he never wants to touch me again??”

Elise gently pushed Paris’ dainty figure away. “Paris, I feel awful. Something’s been happening to us and I’ve only just figured it out. But I can fix it. I just need to get on your computer.”

Paris bobbed her head enthusiastically. “My computer. Yes!” She scampered around her desk and tapped the keys with lightning quick precision. The volume was turned all the way up. Tingling chimes, in time with the typing, tickled Elise’s ears.

“Mmhhh…” Paris moaned with the lights dancing on her face. From her shiny lips, a low strand of drool dropped out and slid into her collarbone. “There must be more ideas out there to thrill Joshua. Things I haven’t done for him yet. Things Vivian hasn’t done for him. We just have to find them. On the computer.”

“That’s not it!” Elise said. “I need to delete--”

Paris’ eyes widened. “Ah! Oh! Oh, that is good. Come here Darling. Look.”

Elise swung around to Paris’ side. “Ms. Shaw, let me on the computer. I need to-- Oh. Ohhh.”

Paris clicked into a video of a blonde bimbo getting fucked in her impossibly round derriere. Her ass ballooned out of the computer screen, a picture-perfect receptacle for a cock that filled its taut hole with intriguing ease.

The title of the video scrolled by on repeat. “ANAL SLUT DOMINATED BY YOUNG STUD.”

“Anaaallll sluuuuttt...” Paris and Elise said in drooly unison.

That was instantly a tempting kind of slut to be. I want to be a dirty whore for Joshua Dutton, Elise thought mechanically. Wouldn’t he just go crazy over a girl who liked it the ass?

“It’s perfect.” Paris said.

”Perfect.” Elise repeated. She was drooling too. Elise couldn’t tell if the bimbo’s ass was rippling like that because of Mindshaper’s effects, or if her ass was just that juicy. Either way, it was super hot. 

Paris made the window larger so the oily assfucking took up the whole screen. “Elise, Baby. I need to practice this. Here.”

Paris pulled her desk drawer open to reveal a collection of dildos and vibrators clattering inside amidst tubes of lube and lipstick, loose thongs, hair ties, and… Were those pink fuzzy handcuffs?

Paris grabbed a rubber phallus with a flared base, squeezed an overflowing portion of lube onto it, and shoved the slick and slimy thing into Elise’s fingers. “This one. Stick it in. Fill me.” Paris took a wide stance and hoisted her skirt up. She wasn’t wearing panties, only a collection of strings and straps that held her stockings up. “My ass, of course. Hurry now.”

“Paris, nooo.” Elise whined. She stuck the tip of the lubricated toy against Ms. Shaw’s bud anyway. “We musn’t.”

“We must, Elise! It’s a knockout idea! This is how Mr. Dutton will know I’m serious about him. Unlike that little teenaged tart he’s so distracted by.”

“Paris, that’s your daughter you are talking about.” Elise said. Would Elise’s own Mother think of her daughter that way if Joshua Dutton came between them? 

Elise’s mind flashed with the throbbing image of Joshua Dutton cumming between them, then buried the thought immediately. 

In front of her, Paris’ hole throbbed for a filling. The senior manager pushed her ass against the dildo’s tip. “That’s how I know I can beat her.” She said. “She may act like a know-it-all, but I have the experience. I have the skills. I taught her everything she knows. I’ll prove it. Go on, make an anal slut of me.”

Paris made it easy for Elise. Thanks to her insistent backwards wiggling, Elise only had to hold the phallus still for it to slide in on its own.

“Ooooohhh...” The sensations must have been greater than what even Mindshaper could provide, because Paris closed her eyes and sighed, forgetting the porno entirely.

This could be a good thing, Elise thought. I can work with this. Trembling, Elise pushed the toy in deeper. The executive’s knees buckled.

“Good job, Ms. Shaw.” Elise praised. “Just relax. Pretend this is Joshua Dutton’s cock. Let it in.”

“Hah! Joshyy!” Paris melted to the floor, and Elise followed her, pushing the dildo further into her ass until it finally reached the base. Careful not to ruin Paris’ lovely attire, Elise peeled a white glove off Paris’ right hand and guided it to the dildo in her ass. “Try fucking yourself with it, Ms. Shaw.”

Paris obliged. “Ooohh-- Mmhmmm---!!” The thing slipped out, spreading its oily lubricant onto the globes of Paris’ cheeks, onto Paris’ fingers, and dripping down Paris’ thighs. Then Paris forced it in again. It entered faster this time. Paris’ slit drooled.

“Good job Ms. Shaw. Like that. Keep going like that.”

With Paris writhing on the floor, Elise was free to hop on the computer, close out of that debauched porno (but not without remembering its name for later), and search for the executable location and all its data. Come on, come on, come on...

Clicky. Shimmer. Swirl.

On the floor, Paris fucked herself faster and babbled. “Oooh Joshyy, you fill me soooo goooood!”

The scary part was not the depths to which Paris had fallen, but the suspicion that Elise was prepared to go there too. Her ass felt painfully empty. She too could be an ANAL SLUT DOMINATED BY YOUNG STUD.

How did that video get up there again? There she was, that slipshiny bimbo getting filled in the rear with steady thrusts from her man. Elise could have sworn she minimized it. She closed it again.

Clicky. Boom. Sparkle.

“Jooshyyyy! Fucky my little aarrrse!” Paris moaned.

It was still playing. It kept floating its way back to the top. Probably cause that butt was so bubbly and plush. Nothing could keep it down. Maybe better to just leave it as a small window in the corner. That way Elise could always keep track of it. Besides, the guy was spanking the bimbo now as he fucked her ass. It was super hot.

Found it!

The hidden files, the ones which Elise originally used to copy Mindshaper to a thumb drive and install to other computers, were laid bare before her. Elise selected them all, pulled them around the ever-expanding video of ANAL SLUT DOMINATED BY YOUNG STUD, towards the trashcan, and--

The monitor went black. In the dark screen, Elise’s slackjawed reflection, done up in red lipstick and black mascara, hair straightened and shining, and tits enmeshed in tight webbings, stared back. She looked like such a sexy girl. A horny girl. A girl with so few thoughts in her head that holding onto them was as difficult as holding onto a slip-sliding ass-filling dildo.

Then the screen sputtered to life, plain as can be, no longer a multidimensional web of rainbows and ghost trails and ripples. The program was deleted. But for good measure, Elise made her way to the video drivers and uninstalled them too. Joshua, for all his brilliance, didn’t seem to know a thing about computers. Elise got this software working in the first place. She could sabotage it just as easily. Joshua could re-install it if he wanted, but Mindshaper wouldn’t do a thing on a computer with no drivers.

“One down.” Elise said.

She left Paris Shaw to her newfound anal awakening. The proclivity, along with whatever other horny behaviors she’d adopted, would hopefully fade in time. But Elise needed to clear the other computers first. There was Vivian’s fritzed out laptop. Sherry’s HR computer. And Elise’s machine in the IT wing. She needed to rid the whole damn office of Mindshaper’s influence. Then, and only then, could she celebrate with a dildo in her ass and a nice big cum.

***

Josh polished off his plate and poked at his gums with a toothpick. He wasn’t even hungry for the steak, but he devoured it as quickly as it hit the table. Back at the office, the loose thread that was Elise Blake was doing who knows what.

“So you’ll come back to the office with me?” He asked. “Right now?”

Tania rubbed her shoulders briskly. With her second layer long discarded, her sleeveless arms were chilled with goosebumps. “I don’t know. I’m so embarrassed about storming out of there. Do you think Sherry will hire me back?”

“Tania, I’m in your corner. Your apology was all I needed. Let’s go back together and I promise you I’ll get you back on the team. I can even score a new computer for you. A better computer.”

Tania bit her glossy lip. “You mean like... Paris’ computer? With the colors?”

“Just like that one. You can take the rest of the day to familiarize yourself with how to operate it. No rush to get back to work.”

Tania took a beat. She struggled for a reason to turn him down. And there were plenty of those. She hated his guts. She hated whatParis had become, and how Sherry, the arbiter of company conduct, was just as lewd. She had skills she could take to any other company. She had an easy lawsuit in her lap.

But in that moment, every reason must have rang false. “Fine.” She said. “I… trust you. I guess.”

“Great!” Josh clapped his hands together. “So... Can you hurry up with the bill? You’re running late for your first day back.”

***

Teetering on her high boots and taking as long of steps as her skintight mini-skirt would allow, Elise made a beeline for Sherry’s office.

The laptop, which was in Vivian’s possession, would have to wait. Until she had a bead on Joshua’s location, Elise couldn’t risk entering his new office to retrieve it. What if he was there?? What ever would the lovesick kitten do if she ran into Joshua before she finished her mission?

SMACK! “EEP!”

Elise collided with someone while turning a corner and fell straight on her ass. A broad brown guy in a thick sweater stared down at her with a concerned expression.

He extended his hand. “Shit! Sorry. You okay?”

“Stay away!”

Elise scrambled backward across the floor, semi-aware that she was probably flashing the guy her sheer panties. Her cheeks burned. She didn’t want him seeing this. Unless he was— No— He wasn’t— Was he?

In case he was, Elise spread her legs wider. She couldn’t help but entertain the idea that Joshua Dutton himself loomed above her. But such things were better left to the imagination. “Don’t tell me your name.” Elise snapped. “Just go away!”

The guy threw his hands up and stepped past Elise’s splayed figure. “Jesus. The women in this office. It’s becoming clear what this company meeting is about later today.”

Elise hobbled to her feet. She felt like such a hot mess. From the fall, her skirt was bunched up and her tiny jacket askew, and the scarlet bow on her collar slipped too far to one side. She adjusted it back to its off-center place and straightened out her attire. She really hoped that man wasn’t Joshua Dutton. She was such a frigid bitch to him.

The blinds into HR were closed, but Elise didn’t need to see inside to know what was going on in there. The hardly muffled moans spoke for themselves. Elise put her ear to the door and searched for the male voice she heard on the phone. Instead, she picked out a voice that made her heart drop. Mom.

Elise swung open the door to find Sandra, her loving Mommy, her hardworking Mother, in a lusty sweat on the floor. Above her, Sherry loomed. The HR lady had one stiletto on her chair and the other on the floor, driving her pussy into Sandra’s mouth from above. Sandra licked the buxom redhead dutifully. Her dress dangled around her waist as a loose ring of fabric, leaving her tits out and her ass nude. Behind her the young and smug Vivian plowed the woman’s exposed cunt with a strap-on.

Sandra pulled her face out of Sherry’s thighs with a lopsided smile. “Oh, hi Elise! I’m interviewing!”

“You’re— what??” Elise asked dumbfounded.

“Your Mother came in asking lots of questions about Joshua Dutton and his conduct.” Sherry explained. She grabbed Sandra’s head by the base of her hair. “Came in real hot, didn’t you, Baby?”

“Uuuh huuuhh..!” Sandra moaned through her throat. “Hooooot.”

“Of course once I got into the specifics of how Mr. Dutton does things around here, Ms. Blake got even hotter. You liked hearing how Joshy fucks me, didn’t you, Baby?”

Sandra shivered. “Ooh, soorrry Elise. I swear I wanted to help you with your troubles. But once Sherry here started telling me about all the sordid things Joshua does her… Oooh, it just sounds like a dream! And since Mr. Dutton makes me all gushy-wushy I thought… I could take one for the team!”

“Mommy, no! You can’t—!”

“It’s a win-win, Baby!” Sandra moaned. “Mr. Dutton will leave you alone, AND we get to be co-workers! Isn’t that great?! I just need to do a good jooob—Mmph!”

Sherry pushed her pussy back onto Sandra’s face, and Sandra’s jaw resumed sucking at it with obedient expediency.

“Oooh, yeeeesss…” Sherry cooed. “Just keep licking and the job is as good as yours. As long as Mr. Dutton’s new personal assistant agrees, of course.”

Vivian giggled. She rocked her hips behind Sandra with devious glee. “I admit I’m impressed. For an older woman she has quite the body. Based on how she handles the strap-on, I think Joshy’s gonna looove his new floor slut.”

“Vivian, you have to stop! Stop fucking my Mom.” Elise begged. “You were right! He’s done something to us! To all of us! Even Paris  is freaking out—!”

“Oh, her?” Vivian scoffed. “She’s just sore because Joshy likes my tight young pussy better than hers.”

“Vivian!”

“I don’t have— Unh! Time for this.” Vivian grunted. “Do you want to interview next or not? When Joshy comes back I want all of his new floor sluts lined up and ready.”

Elise squirmed where she stood. “Joshua’s not here yet?”

“Out to lunch with some stuffy broad. I expect he’ll be back soon. Get on the floor beside your Mother and we’ll break you in next. I can tell by the way you’re dressed you want the job.”

“No!” Elise squeaked. “I have official IT business here. I’m getting on that computer, then I’m LEAVING.” Elise took her seat at the computer. Once again, the allure of Mindshaper pulled at her brain. It was such a cruel thing that even moving the cursor around set off ripples and particles that made Elise’s thoughts flutter so ever girlishly.

I’m in way over my head, Elise thought as she swam through effervescent menus. I need Joshua Dutton’s help. I trust Joshua Dutton. I love Joshua Dutton. Her mouth filled with saliva, like she was hungry for a nice, big, juicy steak.

Meanwhile, the double-teaming of her Mommy continued. Elise, though she hated to admit it, couldn’t help but beam at what an athletic whore her Mommy turned out to be. Clicky. Swirl. Splash. Scatter. Being on the same work team as her Mother sounded just delightful, actually. They could be floor sluts together. Wet little fuckholes for Mr. Dutton to enjoy between his big meetings.

Clicky. Shimmer. Swim.

Paris and Vivian didn’t get along, but Elise and Sandra got along very well. They were basically best friends. Clicky. Drip. Gush. BOOM. Oh stars, they’d make an incredible team. Alone they were only worthy of being floor sluts, but together? They’d win top place in Joshua Dutton’s heart They’d be his favorite, sluttiest, dirtiest, whores.

I want to be a dirty whore for Joshua Dutton. I worship the floor that Joshua Dutton walks on.

Running purely on autopilot, and because using the computer was just soooo heavenly, Elise selected the Mindshaper data files, and the video drivers that made the software run, and deleted them. The screen went dark, thrusting Elise back to reality where Sherry was exploding with a body quaking cum all over Sandra’s face.

“Fuhck-oh-fuck-ohh FUUUCHK, you’re hiiirreeeddd!!!”

Sandra was a sticky mess. Her boobs shone with drool. Her ass glowed red and her thighs were coated slick. Even so, her mouth stayed clamped to Sherry’s sex, refusing to stop sucking until Sherry’s legs gave out entirely. Smiling like a dazed bimbo, Sandra didn’t even bother to pull her dress back into place nor wipe her face. She only kneeled, taking to her new role with a blissful mindlessness that sobered Elise’s horny heart. This is bad. 

Sandra slipped her lips over the strap-on to suck her own juices off it. “Oh thank you so much for the opportunity. You have nooo idea-- schlurp-- how much I-- shliiick needed this job.”

Vivian smiled warmly. “Of course, we do, silly. This is Joshy we’re talking about!”

I want to work for Joshua Dutton SO SO bad, Elise thought jealously. The same impulse, she realized, must be bouncing around every head in this office. How else could he have stolen so much responsibility from Paris Shaw? 

“Joshua Dutton should be in charge.” Elise whispered without realizing it.

“Uh HUH!” Vivian chirped. “Joshua Dutton should be in charge of everything.” Sandra and Sherry smiled along and echoed her. “Everryyythiiing.”

This was a dangerous room for Elise to be in. She agreed with everything the girls were saying. Everrryyythiiing. How could she resist her brainwashing with all of her truths being validated back to her?

Vivian unclipped the harness around her waist. “In faaaaact, I think I have your first assignment, floor slut.” She transferred the strap-on into Sandra’s arms, who looked at it quizzically.

The naked teen collapsed and pushed her freshly shaved twat out behind her. It twinkled in the light, wetness coating its lips and her mound puffy with lust. She looked back with empty eyes while toying with one of her ponytails.

“Put that on and pweeeaaase fuck me like Joshy wouuullld? It’s MY turn to be his good girl.”

***

Elise fled Sherry’s office before the next wave of depravity began. She didn’t have long, because her Mother was quick to don the faux-Joshy cock while poor little Vivian’s dominant veneer crumbled into horny nothing. “Please!” Vivian begged upon Elise’s exit. “Please doooo meee!”

Elise forced the image of their coupling out of her mind. Just keep moving. Her boot heels clicked clicked clicked down the hall. Her collar held her neck closely. Her fishnet thighs rubbed together. Just focus on getting rid of Mindshaper.

Joshua Dutton’s new corner office was easy to find. It was a former senior manager’s office with floor-to-ceiling windows on all sides and a huge mahogany desk. Elise spied it from afar, peering fruitlessly through the frosted glass. If Vivian was to be believed, this could be Elise’s only chance to go in without Joshua’s presence.

Gingerly, Elise turned the handle and pushed the door a centimeter at a time, half-expecting that mysterious dark blur to be waiting for her. He promised her as such, and Joshua Dutton never lied.

The hulking desk was unoccupied.

Where is it...? Elise scanned for the laptop that had passed from Paris’ hands to Vivian’s. The thing may no longer work, but it still emitted the brainwashing signals. Why else was Vivian squirmbeg simpering for even a facsimile of Joshua’s cock?

But where could it be? The office, having newly been occupied by Joshua, was sparsely filled. And nowhere among those items was the laptop that Elise came here for. If I were Joshua Dutton’s personal assistant, Elise thought somewhat wistfully, where would I work?

The thought experiment was effective. Her head fizzled with Yes, Mr. Dutton! Right away, Mr. Dutton! Letting the bubbles guide her, Elise dropped instinctively to her knees. Low. Yes, a personal assistant would be down low. Low... and close. Close to Mr. Dutton. At his feet, where she belonged.

Elise crawled under his desk. There, beneath the hulking mahogany canopy, was the laptop. It sat beside a cushion for Vivian’s knees and a small pile of Vivian’s personal effects.

It was so thoughtful of Joshua to provide a pillow. Elise placed her knees on it. Yes, that felt right too. She could kneel here all day. No one would find her. No one except Joshua, of course. Elise imagined his surprise as he arrived to find her there, her mouth ready to service his cock. With initiative like that, she might even steal the coveted position right out from under Vivian’s nose.

She could be Elise Blake, personal assistant to THE Joshua Dutton. And then Vivian Shaw would be just another floor slut. Having power over that precious minx was strangely seductive to Elise. And wouldn’t it be darling to have a girl lick the cum out of HER kitty for once?

Oh dear. Elise could be so easily fooled into believing that waiting beneath this desk would solve all of her problems and then some.

“Uuurggh!” Elise listened to her tiresome, rebellious instincts instead. Laptop in tow, she crawled out from under the desk and grabbed the largest, heaviest thing she could find. It was a marble sculpture of a chess bishop, cold and hateful in her hands and almost too heavy for her thin arms. With all her might Elise hoisted it above her head and dropped it dead over the laptop.

It crashed onto the flimsy computer with the full force of gravity, cracking its casing and the motherboard inside. Just like that, another vector for Mindshaper was finished. Only one remained, and it waited in the IT annex.

***

Elise charged through the office with renewed purpose. On the way, a small crowd mingled outside of Sherry’s door. The moans of Sherry, Vivian, and Sandra were still spilling forth, and they attracted more passers each moment.

“They’re having sex in there!” Someone said.

“Who??”

“Sherry! And some other women! Listen!”

“They can’t be.” “No way!” “Never!”

“I swear. Shh! Quiet!”

“I bet it’s the IT girl.” Maisy the receptionist said. “Did you see what she was wearing this morning? A skirt so short that her undies were showing. And a collar with a bow. Fucking gross.”

Elise trembled with humiliation and hurried by, catching more of their conversation.   

“The word is the firings are coming.” It was the dark man in the sweater that Elise crashed into earlier. “At the company meeting later. The C-Suite intends to make a show of it.”

”I hope so.” Maisy said. “Otherwise I’M quitting.” 

Meeting? Firings?? That wasn’t good. Elise needed this job. Her Mother needed this job. It wasn’t fair!

More frazzled than ever, Elise dashed into the IT annex. But somebody was already using her computer. Not just anybody, but Tania. The Black woman was at Elise’s station idly scrolling the rainbow swirls with a slackjawed expression. Her left breast, a plump pear with a thick gumdrop nipple hardening to life, poked through her unbuttoned blouse.

“Tania, what are you doing here?” Elise asked.

“Re-hired...” Tania muttered. “Reading my... new contract.” On the screen, a mess of jumbled letters floated through space. Tania wagged her mouse through the letters with hardly a care for how little they made sense.

“I hope you don’t mind her using your computer.” Somebody stepped out from the corner, startling Elise. “The other ones became insufficient.” He smiled at Elise knowingly, sending a shiver down her spine.

Elise knew this guy. The creep had checked her out once or twice before. She recognized the cockeyed smile, the unwieldy lanky figure, the pronounced Adam’s Apple. His clothes didn’t quite fit, and so his hairy ankles poked out of the bottom of his pants and his shoulders strained against his yoke. Elise’s instincts screamed that this man was bad news. Everything about him looked off.

“I do mind.” She said. “I have IT work to do. So get the fuck out.”

Yes. Yell at him. Make him go. Make him leave. And if that didn’t work, Elise could try clawing his eyes out. She had long, sharp nails now. And they were already painted red.

“Let’s start over.” He said, extending a hand. “My name is Josh. Joshua Dutton.”

Elise’s heart dropped.

“I see.” She said in a small voice.

Emotions and thoughts rearranged themselves in her head. Elise tried to hold onto them, but they were moving. Moving like the icons and windows of her computer screen. Swirling. Shimmering. Making space for new information. Like the information that she was standing face to face with Joshua Dutton. The sexiest, smartest, most trustworthy man at the company. Oopsie.

“I apologize, Joshua. But— I really don’t have time to chat. Like I said, I have work--” No. She couldn’t just send him away like that. She had already been such a frigid bitch to him. She needed to be nicer.

MUCH nicer.

“Or. Fine. You can stay. But I do need to get on that computer. Do you terribly mind?” Elise’s nerves prickled with boundless anxiety and fear. She really hoped she asked nicely enough. Something told her that despite finding her manners, she needed to be nicer still.

MUCH nicer.

“I do mind.” Joshua said, flipping Elise’s previous answer back on her.

Well drats. Elise couldn’t very well do anything if Joshua Dutton took exception to it. And for some reason, she wanted to treat the man to a big, juicy, steak dinner. Her mouth watered at the thought of the meal. Big. Juicy. Meat. Tender in the mouth. Warm and throbbing. She’d spend her whole paycheck on it if she had to. Whatever made Joshua happy.

But she could be nicer than that.

MUCH nicer.

“I— Uhm. Okay.” She squeaked. “I’m so sorry about my behavior. It’s just that— I think— Oh dear.”

“Go on. Say it.”

In the corner, Tania clicked away. Clicky. Shimmer. Boom. Scatter. 

“I think you sort of, uhm…” Oh gosh. The thought of saying it out loud mortified her. She was going to sound crazy in front of Joshua. “Brainwashed me. Into having a crush on you.”

Joshua laughed heartily. “WOW. You really are obsessed with me, aren't you?” He said, bemused.

His words cut right through her. She must come off like such an obsessive creep confessing her crush this way. They’d never even met before, and here she was admitting how much she thought of him. But he was right. I AM obsessed with Joshua Dutton, Elise admitted to herself. Isn’t that what this whole tizzy today had been about?

Elise turned crimson. She felt like she was going to melt. The first bits of her to do it seeped into her panties. More was soon to follow. Joshua Dutton flashed her a friendly smile. “It's okay. I don't mind.”

The smile did irrevocable damage to Elise’s theory. Could Joshua really be behind this? She thought. He’s a perfect gentleman. And sofuckinghot. Now that she was really seeing him, her initial impressions were way off-base. He was tall and looming, bearing his masculinity with a pronounced Adam’s Apple and hulking shoulders. She wanted to climb him like a tree.

Elise glanced back to Tania who was deeper in her trance. Her eyes fluttered amidst the flashing colors, and she squeezed her naked tit while a low hum trickled out of her throat.

Or maybe I’m just a foolish girl who is hopelessly brainwashed, she thought. “Thanks for being so understanding.” Elise said, deflecting. “I'm in such a pink fit these days.” She took a step forward and put her hands on his chest. It was broad and firm. It felt like a wall. “Can I make it up to you? Please?”

Joshua Dutton met her gaze. Oooh, eye contact was dangerous. She liked having his full attention. “And how do you intend to do that?” He asked coolly.

Elise’s mouth watered. She needed to be nicer to him.

MUCH nicer.

“Uhhm. Here!!” Elise frantically dumped the contents of her clutch out on the floor, then bent at the knees to pick out her keys from the pile of lipstick, nail polish, and hair clips at her feet. She put the keys in his palm and closed his fingers around them. “Take these. You should have them!”

It was the nicest thing Elise could think to do for him short of letting him screw her silly. Elise felt like she needed to avoid a hot rut for now, lest it was all a part of his evil plan.

Joshua toyed with the keys between his fingers. “That’s very kind of you.” He said. “But I’m going to need your address for these to be of any use.”

Elise scribbled that onto a napkin. Anything to make him stop looking at her with those dreamy eyes. And besides, Joshua wouldn’t actually do anything with this information. She trusted him.

“Here you go.” She said hastily. “I’ll come back for my work thing later. I'm sorry to disturb you. SO sorry. I was a frigid bitch. I’ll have to treat you to lunch or— No. Maybe best to just part ways forever.” 

“Stay.” Joshua said. “Don’t you want to?”

Of course she wanted to. Oh heavens, she wanted to just throw herself at him! She wanted to kiss the ground where he walked. She wanted to worship him and love him and please him with every inch of her body.

But that was only because Mindshaper brainwashed her into wanting exactly that. “Uhm, that's okayyy.” Elise said. How could she get out of here when she didn't even want to leave? “I’ll go. Please?”

Begging. She would have to beg him. Now that she was in his presence, she’d never tear herself away from him without his permission. Tears welled up in her eyes at the revelation. Panic rose in her heart. Fight or flight instincts bristled inside of her, but she could do neither. “Please let me go? Please.”

Joshua's smile remained unchanged. He slipped Elise’s house keys and address into his back pocket. Oh God, why did she give that to him? She’ll never be rid of him now. He shook his head. “No.”

“You did brainwash us.” Elise said to the horrible man of her dreams. “Paris, Vivian, Sherry, and even my Mom. They’ve all become lovesick bimbos for you. And me...”

Joshua tutted. For once, his expression changed, turning serious. “Elise, Dear. You seem to be confused.”

Well, no duh she was confused. She was just a silly girl in way over her head. She needed a man— A big strong man—

“I didn’t brainwash any of those women.”

“You… Didn’t?” That couldn’t possibly be true. She KNEW what Mindshaper did. Bridget TOLD her all about it. She’d seen the insidious results for herself. Heavens, she was living them.

Then again, Joshua Dutton was saying otherwise, and she sorta kinda trusted him with all her heart.

“No, I didn’t. YOU did, Sweetie.”

Elise’s panic was reaching a state of numbness. Her fight or flight faded as her body gave up on doing either. And her pussy was distressingly wet, because Joshua Dutton was sofuckinghot and he was still like, looking at her!! “Uuuuhhm… I did?”

“The damn program barely worked on Paris’ computer when I installed it. You fixed it. Remember?”

“Oh.” Elise said. Now that she thought about it, that was pretty silly of her. Without Elise’s intervention, none of this would have happened. Elise ensured Minshaper could work its magic unhindered. “Oopsie.”

She was getting crazy horny. New instincts were taking hold in her body. Fuck or suck. Gosh, which did she want to do more? 

“And then the others? That was all you. You got each and every one of ‘em. YOU spread the software around like it was candy. Caused a whole bunch of trouble for me, too. I got flagged by the merchant for buying too many licenses. Can you believe that?”

“Oh no...” Elise whispered. Then her eyes went wide. “Oh, NO! In trouble??”

Gosh, she was soooo stupid silly. What was she thinking making all those girlies so hot for Joshua without his consent? She made life hard for the bestest, yummiest man in the office. Make it up to him! Her pussy insisted. Make it UP to HIM!

Joshua stroked her cheek and wiped a tear. Why was she crying again? Elise was so confused. “Don’t worry. You’ve already helped me get things under control. That was very helpful deleting the evidence. When he visits I can play it like I never even used the other licenses. Like it was all one big misunderstanding. Maybe even get some money back. He won’t find any evidence of it on the other machines, will he?”

Elise racked her mind for increasingly defunct IT knowledge. “Uhm. I don’t think so? I deleted everything to the root level. And uhm. The video drivers.”

“Good, good. Of course there’s the clamor in the rest of the office to deal with. But I already have a plan for that. Re-wrote the command cycle for one of the licenses. We just need everyone in one room. Thankfully there’s that meeting later. Couldn’t have asked for a better occasion. A few hours should do the trick.  This Premium upgrade you opted into is incredibly efficient.” He turned to Tania. “Isn’t that right, Tania?”

“....Huh..?” Tania said in a breathy whisper. “Oh, yes, Joshua. I’m sure you’re right...”

“But-- I’m not sure this is a good idea.” Elise interjected. More Mindshaper? Elise didn’t want to be complicit in that, even if Joshua sounded like he knew what he was talking about.

“All of this is your fault, remember. You have to help me fix it.”

Her fault. Right. This was her fault. Or was it.

Think, you slut. Think! The answers were in front of her. She just had to scramble for them. “But.. Regardless of what happened after I got involved, you still targeted Paris on purpose.” Elise said. “You wrote all that stuff to make her act this way! I may have spread it around, but it was YOUR commands to begin with. It’s cussa YOU we’re all bimbo sluts!”

Joshua’s face, for a brief window, looked shocked at Elise’s logic. He then cocked his head with something resembling respect. The look made Elise squirm. Fuck or suck? Fuck or suck? 

“And now you’re doing it Tania!” She added. At the desk, the lusty accountant had both tits out and stroked her nipples with her index fingers. A dripping cascade of colors continued to entrance her. “You put her in that seat, not me!”

Joshua sighed in resignation. “You got me there. Okay, I admit this is mostly my fault, even if I didn't plan for a lot of it. Can you blame me for trying to roll with it?”

Elise’s breath trembled. This conversation, which had taken all of her dwindling brainpower to navigate, had somehow reached a conclusion in her favor. The logic was airtight. It was checkmate. Joshua was the bad guy.

Then the bad guy unzipped his fly and pulled out his member. His stiff, exquisite member.

“Uuunnhh…” Elise moaned under her breath. Her body asked FUCK OR SUCK? FUCK OR SUCK?

“The question is, what are you going to do about it?” Joshua asked.

“...Do?” Elise squeaked. 

New information once again shoved her thoughts around to occupy its rightful place in her head. The look of Joshua Dutton’s cock. She hadn’t factored that one in, had she? It definitely changed things. It was a mouthwateringly handsome specimen. The cock of her dreams. Elise would lick a freshly fucked pussy just to get a taste of this thing. And now here it was in the flesh.

Elise was drooling. Big time. Don’t… A small voice in her head begged. Look— Just hold on—! Did she want to fuck it? Or suck it? Look away— Close your eyes— That was a really hard choice. A really HARD— Just whatever you do, don’t get on your—!

The floor dropped out from under her. Elise fell into a rainbow abyss. Red. Green. Blue. Shimmer. Swirl. Spiral. She fell and fell and fell, until there was nowhere left to go except the slippery wet vinyl floor. Above her, that damn cock stood rigidly thick. What was she gonna do? What was she gonna-- uuhhhm-- Like, do??

She was so STUPID, because from down here it was really all quite simple. “Ooh Joshy! It’s like, totally up to you!!” Elise’s voice came out flighty and flirty and trembling with girlish excitement. “Whatever hole you want. Really!”

“That’s more like it.” Joshua said. He gave his cock two twitches and Elise promptly crawled to it. Thankfully, she was already on her knees, ‘cause, whoops! She fell down when she saw Joshy’s big hard love-stick. That was typical her! She was soooo obsessed with him.  As she crawled, she took extra care to keep her face low and her ass high. It was a lovely place to be, the floor where Joshua Dutton walked. Elise never wanted to stand again.

“Turn around.” He ordered imperiously.

With one simple command Joshua proved exactly why he should be in charge. Authority sounded just ravishing on him. And he was so right. A good fuck was exactly the right call, and for that, he needed her OTHER side.

She swung her ass towards him and pulled her wet panties aside. Her heart pounded like a hummingbird’s. Her head swirled with shimmering color. Things were finally starting to make sense around here. Joshua Dutton was taking charge. 

“Just to confirm.” Joshy said as he pushed his girth inside of her. “You can get Mindshaper working on the atrium projector screen, right?”

”Oh, yes, Joshy!! Yes, yes, YES!” Elise cried. But she didn’t even know he had asked a question. With his cock filling her and feeling SO good, she came to one final conclusion that put the last of her worries to rest.

If Joshy DID brainwash me, she thought with girlish glee. He most certainly had the NOBLEST intentions.