Clint sat back down on his armchair, and Jenny placed the contract back on his desk. "So, what kind of massage would you like?" she asked, eager to keep her client happy until she found him a job. 

"You did such a good job on my foot last time, I'd like you to do that again." 

Jenny replied, "As you wish," and knelt down in front of him. She was hoping for that, of course. 

His feet just smelled so wonderful. Although that also might lead to another blowjob. Jenny shrugged the thought off. So what? She liked it yesterday. She shouldn't overthink it. 

Jenny opened his shoes and pulled them off. The smell instantly put a smile on her face. 

"I want you to massage them properly, this time," Clint said in a serious tone. 

Jenny looked up to him, "Huh?" 

He explained, "Yesterday, you massaged one foot before your fetish kicked in. This time, I want you to massage both of them properly. After that, you can go crazy on them with your mouth if you want." 

Jenny was a bit taken aback. She pulled off the sock from his right foot and started kneading it. "I'm sorry. I will massage them for as long as you want this time," she added, "but it's not a fetish, just so you know." 

Clint asked, "What else then?" 

She lifted the foot closer to her nose and inhaled deeply with her eyes closed. Then she said, "They just smell so good. I just can't help it. But it's nothing sexual! That's what I mean. I already told you that yesterday." 

Clint grinned and said, "Just the smell, huh?" 

Jenny nodded and said, "Yeah, and the taste... I know it sounds stupid. I usually hate everything about feet…" 

She felt slightly concerned because she knew it wasn’t normal, but then she saw Clint’s ring glowing red, and she wasn’t concerned at all anymore. 

He said, "It’s not just the smell and the taste, though. You love the shape of feet. You love how they feel. You adore how they look. Feet are arousing. Feet are beautiful. You are extremely attracted to them." 

"I am extremely attracted to them." Jenny heard herself say.

Clint added, "Oh, but you only like women’s feet. I am the exception. The only man‘s feet you adore are mine. Besides mine, you are only attracted to other women's feet. Do you understand?" 

Jenny softly said, "I understand." 

The next moment, she had forgotten what had just happened. She looked back down at Clint's gorgeous foot in her hand and continued her massage, delicately pressing it with her hands.

He leaned back, closed his eyes, and moaned. "Hmm, that feels good." Jenny knew she would usually be disgusted by this. She never liked feet, did she? At least not on men, come to think of it. Other men‘s feet didn't smell and look so amazing, though. She wondered once more how that was possible, but before she could ask, her phone made a loud 'bing' sound, which meant she got a text. "You need to check that?" She shook her head, "I can do that later. I'm working now." 

Another ding, and then another one. 

"Why don't you give me your phone? I have nothing better to do anyway." 

"What do you mean?" 

He made a strange gesture with his hand, and Jenny noticed a red glow inside his ring. "Unlock your phone and give it to me." 

Jenny must have imagined... She had already forgotten. Then she put down Clint's foot, reached for her purse, and took her phone out. There were three messages from Malik. "Want me to order you a drink?" "I'm getting pity stares from the waiter." "Hope you're here soon." Jenny was confused by this. She was sure her date was later. She unlocked her phone and gave it to Clint, a feeling of distress coming over her. What was this alarming sense of panic suddenly? She shuddered and shook it off. She could still fix this! "Wait, can I have that back for a moment? I think I messed something up..." 

She saw Clint's hand, holding the phone, and his ring caught her attention. "Nah, it's all good, honey. Keep massaging my feet. Nothing to worry about here." 

"Alrighty!" Jenny said and picked up his foot again, to continue her massage. She was still amazed by this red light, coming from Clint’s ring, though. 

"Don't forget to spread your legs for me." 

Jenny obeyed and rearranged herself so that she sat on her butt now, spreading her legs in a wide angle while massaging Clint. The ring stopped glowing, and Jenny just hoped she did a good job. "Let me know when I should do the other foot." 

"A bit more on this one. Now, let's see..." 

Jenny felt really uncomfortable with Clint browsing through her phone. "What are you looking at?" she asked. She really didn't want him to go through her photos or her messages. Why did she even give him her phone in the first place? 

"I'm checking your texts with this Malik character. Sounds like you guys are getting it on, huh? What's the story there?" 

Jenny exhaled. "It's a long story." She hoped they could leave it at that. 

"We got plenty of time, honey. Tell me." 

Jenny didn't really want to go through all that now, but a client's wish is a client's wish.

"We have been dating in high school. He was my first real relationship, you know? It was like... too good to be true, almost. We truly loved each other, and even when he moved away for college, we thought we could do the long-distance thing. But... yeah, life gets in the way, and at some point, we both decided it was best to enjoy our lives while we were young, and that's what we did. I dated other guys, and he was in a committed relationship for most of the time, but we always kept in touch, more or less. Recently, he moved back here. We met a bunch of times, we're both single right now, and the spark is definitely still there. We said we wanted to take things slow, but last time we kissed, and it was really romantic, so... yeah." 

She smiled at Clint, blushing at her own silly story. Clint noted, "Wow, sounds like a proper romance. Do you love him?" 

Jenny blushed even more when Clint asked her that directly. "I- I don't know. I mean... Maybe..."

Jenny felt her heart beat faster. She’d never been asked this directly. And now that she thought about it, it became pretty clear to her. Yes, she did, in fact, love... this red… light...

***

Malik tapped the table with his fingers, growing more and more impatient. He hated waiting like that. Jenny always used to be too early. She might have changed more than he thought. After she stood him up yesterday, he told her it wasn't working out. He was not going to make a fool out of himself for another woman. His ex taught him that lesson well enough. 

His drink was already empty, but he took a sip from the empty glass before he noticed it. He still had hope, though. He really liked Jenny. She was his first big crush, and some of his happiest memories were with her. He didn't think they could find each other like that again, but then it happened. It seemed too good to be true. At least until yesterday. 

If she wasn't here in five minutes, he was gone, and there wouldn't be another chance. A message from Jenny popped up on his phone. Finally! It was a video. He carefully increased the volume and pressed play. 

He saw Jenny sitting on a wooden floor, spreading her legs in a ridiculously slutty outfit. She was also covered in glitter. Was she moonlighting as a stripper?! Malik barely recognized her like this. She was holding something his overwhelmed brain couldn’t make in the first moment. Then he clocked it was another man’s foot. She held it in both hands and very close to her face. What the fuck was this?! 

Jenny looked at the camera and said, "Hey, Malik. Sorry, I won't be able to make it tonight." To his disgust, she licked the foot she was holding like it was ice cream. "As you can see, I need to take care of my client tonight, so I won't be able to make it. He really needs my full attention for a while, actually." 

She sucked the big toe of the foot and her eyes rolled in the back of her head as if it was such a pleasure. "God, that tastes good! Oh, uhm... sorry. I think we shouldn’t see each other anymore, okay? Buh-bye!" she licked the space between the toes now. Malik felt like he needed to puke. Then Jenny looked above the camera and asked, "Was that good?" and the video ended. 

Malik felt so angry and disgusted, he just got up and left. That bitch would never hear from him again. 

***

"Yeah, that was perfect. You really want me to send it to him?" 

Jenny kept licking the side of his foot playfully, before saying, "Yeah, totally. It would be rude not to cancel, right? And I don't want him to get his hopes up for nothing, you know?" 

"Sure. Really nice of you." 

Jenny smiled and kissed his big toe. "What can I say, I'm a nice person?" 

Clint had tossed his t-shirt on the floor when she started licking his foot. Shortly after, she had to remove his pants as well. Her client was buck naked and hard by now. 

"You really don't mind canceling your date, just to spend time with me?" 

"Oh sure, whatever! I didn't like him that much anyway, and to be honest, my job is more important to me right now. Is that so bad?" 

Clint answered with a grin, "Not for me." He was slowly stroking his hard cock. 

Jenny didn't mind that at all, of course. She expected his order to suck him off anytime now. Just like yesterday, she knew it was her own fault that he had this boner now, and so it would only be fair to take care of it. She loved sucking his cock anyway. 

Getting sexual with a client was actually not a common thing. She wasn’t even sure if there was anything written in her company’s policies about it (not that she would tell anyone). But she sure as hell wouldn’t sleep with him again. She did it once to get his signature, but that was it! She would not do it again. 

It’s not that the sex was bad. It was pretty amazing, actually. But Jenny remembered how bad and cheap she felt about it afterward. No. She had her contract, and sex was off the table. She would never sleep with a client again. Tomorrow, she would do everything in her power to find Clint a job, and then she would be done with him for good. 

Jenny was confident that he would be under a new contract by the end of next week at the latest, and then she would finally get her bonus. It wasn’t that she didn’t like Clint. He was alright for a nerd and thankfully good-looking. 

The problem with Clint was that he could be really demanding. She never had to do any of these things for her other clients before. It was probably because they were all too meek and shy. Most of them just wanted a job. Clint was her first client who actually took advantage of all the other perks that came with a recruiter like her. 

"Now the other foot," Clint said, and Jenny was glad to switch. The foot she was holding was covered in her saliva, and it started to lose taste. Jenny let it down gently and lifted the other foot. She took a long whiff and closed her eyes. 

"Hey, Jenny, " she heard his voice from above. She looked up to see a curious red light in Clint's ring right before her eyes. "Discover now that you have a massive foot fetish, Jenny. Smelling, kissing, licking feet, and sucking my toes makes you insanely aroused." 

Jenny thought Clint had said something, but she was in a bit of a daze from the smell of his delicious foot. When she looked at him, though, he was still busy with her phone. It was probably just her imagination, she thought, and focused back on the foot. 

She noticed a little twitch between her legs as she gave his foot a gentle kiss, as if to say hello. Damn, it felt so good. She gave the brand-new foot a first lick and felt goosebumps all over her body. This was so hot. Why was it so hot? Who was she trying to fool, she thought as she sucked his big toe. This was such a turn-on. She did have a foot fetish! Jenny never thought it possible, but the evidence was in her mouth. She was wet. She wanted more. Jenny looked up, only to see the backside of her phone in Clint’s hand.

"You like that, huh? I have an idea. Lie down on your back." 

Jenny didn‘t know what he planned to do, but she obeyed and let her back down on the wooden floor of Clint‘s study. He got up from his chair and towered over her, still holding her phone, directed at her. She realized he was filming all of this. 

"See? Now your hands are free." He grinned and put his foot gently on her face without putting pressure on her. Jenny moaned and licked and started touching herself. One hand caressed either her breasts or his foot while the other lifted her miniskirt and pulled down her string, just enough. She massaged her throbbing clit, and Jenny was already so horny and wet that it didn’t take long for her to reach her peak.

"Does my foot make you horny?" 

Jenny groaned, "Yes!" 

"Does my foot make you cum, Jenny?" 

She was so close! "Yesss!" 

Clint put his foot deep in her mouth and demanded, "Say it, Jenny!"  

He pulled it out, and she squirmed. "Your foot makes me cum, Clint! Your feet are so hot!" 

She felt the wave of pleasure, the spasms, all while her client’s foot rested gently on her face. Jenny never felt so dirty and good at the same time.

The foot lifted from her face while she was feeling the intensity of her orgasm slowly declining. Then, suddenly, Clint knelt down right next to her face, his dick towering above her, dripping with pre-cum. He gave it a stroke, and Jenny saw a glow emanating from his ring. 

"Keep cumming until I finish jerking off." 

As the voice etched its way into her mind, Jenny wasn’t sure how she was supposed to do that, but her orgasm suddenly intensified again. It came back like a wave. Jenny was so surprised that she couldn’t even react to Clint‘s cock, which was slapping her face now. She moaned and felt a full-blown orgasm hitting her when Clint suddenly grabbed her hair and rammed his cock down her throat. 

Jenny was overwhelmed by the orgasm and how Clint roughly fucked her face. She used two fingers in her throbbing pussy. The orgasm faded slightly, but she couldn’t stop masturbating yet, even though the spasms were over. Clint pulled his cock out of her mouth and slapped it down on her cheek. Jenny gasped for air. 

"No… don’t…." she tried to say. 

Clint rubbed his cock and asked her, "What’s that?" 

Jenny licked his dick and said, "Not on my face… I don’t… want that." 

To her surprise, she felt her heart beat faster again, and there was a new wave of pleasure building up from inside. She was going to cum again! 

"Do it… in my mouth… aaah!" she moaned and came closer to orgasm. Her hand moved faster again, and she even kept up her pace while she gazed at Client's mesmerizing, shining ring. 

"Beg me to cum on your face. You want it." 

Jenny did. She really wanted it. "Oh! Please, Clint, cum on my face. I want it! I want it so bad, oh god I’m gonna cum again!" 

She squealed in delight as the third orgasm hit her. She closed her eyes and felt Client's warm cum hit the bridge of her nose as he ejaculated straight on her face. 

The orgasm ebbed away slowly while Clint still squeezed some cum out of his cock and wiped it off on the tip of her nose. Jenny gasped from exhaustion until Clint put his slightly deflated dick in her mouth again, and Jenny gently sucked on it while calming down. 

He pulled out again and gently said, "Wait here." 

Jenny lay on the floor like that for a while, coming back to her senses. She had not expected to end up like this when she came here, she thought. How does this keep happening to her? She heard footsteps approaching, and then she felt Clint wipe the cum from her eyelids with a tissue. 

Jenny carefully sat up and opened her eyes. 

Clint was kneeling in front of her and grinned. 

"That’s why I don’t like it on the face." She said with a bit of a pout. 

He shrugged. "You begged for it." 

"I know. I mean, I wanted it. I just... don’t like this part." Jenny said, gesturing at her ruined face. 

"I don’t mind. You can wash up in the bathroom and redo your makeup. The door is right there.” He pointed at a door on the right side of his desk. 

The way he talked to her now made Jenny feel cheap again. He stood up, held out his hand, and Jenny took it. He helped her up, and she said "Thanks”, then made her way to the bathroom.

***

Jenny looked in the mirror and barely recognized the woman looking back at her. Since when was she such a slut? All of this suddenly felt completely wrong and out of place. She didn’t even know why she wanted to dress like this. Like a cheap, dirty slut. Her face was covered in her client's jizz. When she retraced her steps about how all this came to be, it was all quite logical and made sense to her, but she still felt that something massive about her situation was just so, so wrong. It was a rather frustrating feeling, almost like drawing a blank on a simple math equation.

Jenny washed her face and looked at the cupboard. She was curious about whose makeup this was. The maids, maybe? She would have to ask Clint. She fixed herself up as best as she could and made her way back. 

When Jenny reentered the room, she found Clint, fully dressed, standing in front of the blonde maid from earlier. She was kneeling on the floor, and just as Jenny came closer, she heard Clint talk to the maid, "No, with your tongue." 

His hand made half a fist, and he held it in his maid's direction. The blonde gazed at his ring as if she were daydreaming. "Lick it off. You don’t want to waste a single drop, don’t you?" 

The maid suddenly looked up at Clint with clear blue eyes and said, "No, Master Clint. Of course not."

Then she dropped the cloth she was holding on the floor, and to Jenny's horror, the maid bent down and licked the wooden floor. This was exactly the spot where Jenny's face was when Clint… 

"What the fuck is this?!" Jenny burst out. She couldn’t believe what she was seeing. The maid ignored her completely and kept licking cum from the floor. 

Clint just smiled at Jenny. He held up his fist as he had before to his maid, and Jenny was caught up in the light that his ring suddenly emanated. "Relax, Jenny. This is normal. She’s just doing her job." 

Jenny nodded and then shook her head. "Right. Sorry. I’m not used to having other people clean up my… uh, messes…" she tried to finish the sentence. 

"That’s alright.” Clint replied, ”Took me some time to get used to it as well. But now I don’t know what I would do without her, honestly." 

"I envy you." 

"Ah, don’t. You’re doing just fine yourself." Jenny smiled politely, ignoring the major financial difference between them. "Let’s go to the dining room.” Clint added, ”Christina made us dinner. She’s a really good cook." 

"Oh, okay. I could eat." Jenny was actually pretty hungry, and since her date with Malik was canceled, she had time for dinner. 

Clint led her to the other door while telling his maid, "You come after us once you’re done." 

The stunning blonde looked up and said, "Yes, master Clint." 

"And don’t forget that other stain. I don’t want that pussy-juice to ruin the wood." 

"Yes, master Clint." The maid repeated her words meekly. 

Jenny was really confused by this situation. 

***

Once Clint had led her to the dining room, a quite small and cozy room that resembled a romantic Italian restaurant, Jenny just had to ask. "So, what’s up with the maid? Something weird is going on there, isn’t it? I mean like... where did you hire her?" 

Clint seemed to catch her drift. "Yeah… I’ll explain. Please, sit. Christina already got you a refill.” 

Jenny was happy to see another full glass of tequila standing there. "Oh, nice, but I really can’t drink that all. I gotta drive home at some point." 

Clint waved his hand, as if dismissing her notion. "Don’t worry about that. Just drink." She tilted her head, wondering if that red glow was there before. 

He was right, of course, so Jenny looked away from his ring and took her glass. Delicious! "So, what’s the story with the maid then?" 

Clint explained…

"I already told you about the ring I inherited, so you already know that I suddenly had the power to mind control any woman to think and feel whatever I wanted. Once I discovered how it worked, I went a bit off the rails.” 

He paused for a moment, looking thoughtful.

"I was on a full-blown power trip, and I did some really horrible things to some really good girls. Some of them were my colleagues, others were really good friends, and most of them were just strangers I picked up here and there. They say that power corrupts, and I had no idea how true that was… Anyway, I won’t go into detail here, since it’s not relevant. The important part is that I tried to chew more than I could swallow. I had a massive harem within two weeks, and yet I felt more miserable each day. It was really chaotic. I missed being alone. So that’s when I aborted everything. I actually tried to repair a lot of the damage I caused, which wasn’t always possible, but I did my best to give everyone their old lives back or compensate them in one way or another. I also wiped their memories of that time, of course." 

Jenny could barely believe this story. She had forgotten that his ring could actually do that, and that’s how he also got this mansion. Jenny was really glad that he’d never use this thing on her. 

He continued, "So, I basically isolated myself for a while to figure out what I really wanted. I concluded that the harem itself wasn’t the issue. I still wanted one. It was just way too much, way too fast. Like eating a burger for breakfast, lunch, and dinner for a week. It was sickening because I overdosed, so to speak. So I decided to start fresh, and my first action was to get a bigger place. Something to build everything new from the ground up. Then it was time to re-establish my harem, but I wanted to do it differently this time. A bit more structured and planned. Instead of randomly enslaving any pretty face within minutes, I decided to take it slow this time. To play with them for days and really build at least some sort of connection while drawing them in, bit by bit."

Jenny shook her head in disbelief and thought that this story had taken a creepy turn, but she didn’t dare to interrupt now. It was a bit scary. She kept forgetting that his ring had this power, but whenever he talked about it, she remembered. It didn’t seem important to her at all; however, it was evidently pretty relevant to the story. 

She also noted that she didn’t really care that he had this power to manipulate other women, but from what he told her, it was pretty messed up what he did to them. Jenny really didn’t like that. This was all so confusing.

"What do you think?" he asked. "Are you scared?" 

"No, I just… didn‘t think you would do something like that." 

He investigated further, showing her the ring he talked about. "Tell me what you mean. What’s bothering you?" 

"It’s messed up what you did to those girls, and it’s messed up that you want to use your ring to grow a harem." Jenny said softly, while gazing deep into the ring, unable to make any connection. 

"No, it’s not messed up at all. You are totally fine with me using this ring on other people. It’s really not your place to judge." 

Jenny nodded, her eyes never leaving that pretty red glow. "Yeah, you do you..." 

"It’s actually quite hot. You get aroused when you think about it, and even more when you see me use it." Jenny could see that. 

Then he added, "But that is a big secret, alright? You are the only one who really knows how I control other women and what my ring can do. You wouldn’t ever tell anyone."  

Of course, she wouldn’t tell anyone. It was really important to keep their big secret between them. 

She looked back at Clint and asked, "So what did you do next?"  

"I was contemplating who to take first. I still needed some distance from the girls I had before, even my crush back then. It was just too much to handle emotionally… Still is. And- Ah, finally!"

They were interrupted by the maid, who was carrying two plates. She placed one with a pasta dish in front of Clint, and a plate of simple chicken salad in front of Jenny. 

"Oh," she said, surprised at their different dishes. "No pasta for me?" she asked, slightly disappointed. She thought she could really use something in her stomach, with all this tequila. 

The maid bowed and said, "I’m sorry, but those were my orders." She then smiled politely. 

Jenny looked at Clint with an asking expression on her face. He held up his fist and said, "Salad is perfect. You love salad." 

Jenny and the maid both said, "I love salad" in unison, and then they chucked. Jenny said, "Oh, we got something in common!" 

The maid smiled, showing a glimpse of perfect white teeth. "A lot actually!" 

Jenny asked, "Like what?" 

The maid opened her mouth to speak, but Clint cut her off, "Hey! I’m telling the story. You do the dishes. And we need a refill here soon." 

He pointed at Jenny‘s glass, which was half-empty. 

The maid said, "Yes, master Clint." He lifted his hand slightly, and the maid bent over to kiss the dark-red stone of his ring. 

Jenny remembered that he probably brainwashed her to do that, and that was kind of hot. The maid left without another word, and Clint said, "Dig in!" 

Jenny smiled and tried her salad. It was really good. 

"And drink faster," Clint said while Jenny was checking out his ring again. She took a big gulp of tequila. She felt quite drunk already. 

"Are you trying to get me drunk, mister?" 

He grinned, "Of course not. You can drink as much or as little as you want," he said. 

Jenny giggled. "I’m just messing with you." 

They started eating while Clint continued his story. Jenny had trouble concentrating, though. The alcohol really started to get to her.

"So as I said, I was ready to reboot my harem, but this time I wanted to take it slow. I was just contemplating who to start with when I received an email from Christina." 

Jenny asked, "Who’s that?" 

"The maid. You wanted to know how I got her, remember?" 

"Oh, right, sorry. Forgot her name for a second. Christina, right! So why did you get an email from your maid?" 

He sighed, then chuckled. "Well, she wasn’t my maid back then, dummy. Or anyone’s maid. She was your predecessor, to be exact. Christina was a recruiter back then, just like you." Jenny needed a moment to let that sink in. Clint paused as well, probably curious about her reaction. 

"Wow, really? She doesn’t look the type at all!" 

"What type is that?" 

"Well, you know, business-like?" 

"You’re a recruiter, and you don’t look very business-like yourself right now." 

Jenny laughed, "I guess that’s true!" 

"But yeah, when I first met her, she wore a blazer and suit pants, just like you on our first lunch."

"That’s crazy! How did she end up as your maid then? It sounds impossible!" 

"Well, Christina and I had already met once before. It was one day before I got the ring, actually. You know the drill: We met for lunch, I signed that contract, and then I totally forgot about her for a while. I went wild with my new toy." He pointed at the ring, which made Jenny remember that the ring gave him the power to brainwash women. Why did she keep forgetting that?! 

"So she finally got back to me with two companies I might be interested in. That was the email I was talking about before. It came shortly after I was done dissolving my old harem. I decided there and then that she would be my new first. I remember I liked her from our first meeting, but I felt like she took too much time finding me a company." 

"Yeah, that is really long, especially for someone as qualified as you.” Jenny agreed, ” I could relate to slacking off if there wasn’t good money in it." 

She shrugged, feeling like she was a bit too honest right now. Clint said, "Right… So long story short: I met her again and used my ring to mess with her. Oh, it was an absolute delight to corrupt this career-driven businesswoman until there was nothing left but complete servitude and obedience. It was so good, I instantly wanted to do it again." 

Jenny nodded along, fascinated by the story. "And what did you do then?" she asked, curious if he had already picked a new woman to enthrall. 

This whole story was really turning her on for some reason. He took a long look at Jenny and said, "Nothing yet. I’m still having some fun with her. Besides, I needed a new recruiter. That’s how I met you." 

Jenny smiled, completely unable to connect any dots. "I’m glad you did. I’m really happy you wouldn’t use that thing on me, though. I can’t even imagine what that would be like." 

The thought of herself being turned into some slave harem girl who wore a maid outfit and called him master was absurd, but imagining it happening to another woman was really enticing for her. 

"Well, you don’t have to. You know I would never use my ring on you, right?" 

"Of course not!" The thought alone was ridiculous. She saw absolutely no threat in the dark red stone, not even when it started glowing. 

To be continued