Dani’s limo pulled up outside the theater on Hollywood Boulevard, and already, before the door was opened, the sound of the cheering fans and clicking paparazzi cameras was deafening. It filled Dani with indescribable excitement. This was it. This was her moment. It wasn’t her first movie premiere, technically. But it was her biggest - and most importantly, the first since her rebirth.

After a quick turnaround, the movie Dani had been filming with young starlet Bella Kennedy had made it to the silver screen. It wasn’t a huge movie or a huge part - but Dani’s growing fame had helped to raise its profile. A legion of adoring, queer, female fans had turned out to build hype for the film’s release. From what Dani had gathered, they loved seeing her in the part of the villain.

Dani loved it too.

Grace, her ever-faithful personal assistant - and fuck-buddy - reached over and touched Dani’s wrist. “You’re up!” she said, smiling.

“You deserve to be out there with me,” Dani commented. “You got me here, after all.”

Grace laughed. “The red carpet is for the stars,” she replied. “I’m happy with the back entrance. You’ll see me inside.”

Dani nodded, checked her outfit and makeup one last time, and, as the door to her limo opened, she stepped out into the limelight.

A wall of flashing lights rose to meet her like a wave. To most people, it would have been utterly disorienting - but not for Dani. She let the attention and acclamation of the crowd wash over her. She basked in it. She felt energized by it. The new confidence she’d gained as a dominant lesbian left her without doubt or hesitation, and instead of worrying, she knew exactly what people wanted from her: to give her adoration.

So she stood tall, graced the paparazzi with a smile and a wave, and let them.

Dani’s outfit was going to make waves on Instagram and in fashion magazines, she had no doubt about that. She was wearing a casually-cut suit, with a blazer and loose-fitting pants that were both pure white. Her Doc Martens were white too, and under her blazer, she had on a pale tank top with a plunging neck that was almost invisible at a distance. It was a statement piece, and between the flashes of cameras, Dani could already see some of her fans swooning over it.

The best part was the way all that white, all that lack of color, acted as a blank canvas, perfectly accentuating all her dykiness. Her visible tattoos stood out all the more - Dani was especially proud of the way the yonic fruit tattoo on her chest peeked out of her blazer - and attention was naturally drawn to them, and to her other accessories. Dani had a set of asymmetric ear piercings, a lip piercing on one side of her mouth, and of course, the septum piercing she’d made out of her old engagement ring. Her fans loved whispering about that one.

The pièce de résistance was her newest item of jewelry: a bulky, gold-plated padlock hanging from a thick chain necklace around her neck. Her makeup was immaculate, two of her painted nails were clipped short on her right hand, and the left side of her hair was freshly buzzed. Dani looked every bit the perfect, glamorous, dirtbag dyke. She knew she was sure to turn heads - and perhaps, if she was lucky, bend a few sexualities.

After waiting and posing for a tasteful length of time, Dani started walking the red carpet. That, too, was effortless. She glided towards the entrance to the theater, rejoicing at the way every single head turned to watch her as she moved. Every few paces, she paused so she could give a little attention to the people who had turned out to see her - a wave, a selfie, an autograph, whatever they were looking for. Even a kiss, if a girl took her fancy. She loved the way that always provoked shrieks of glee and envy from the crowd. And at every turn, people were calling her name:

“Dani!”

“Dani, I love you!”

“Dani, can I get your autograph!”

“Dani, you’re my idol!”

It felt so fucking good.

She wasn’t the only celebrity attending the premiere, of course. A fresh cheer and a barrage of camera flashes soon caught Dani’s attention. She looked around, and saw that the movie’s true star had arrived: Bella Kennedy.

Dani’s smile curled up into a wicked grin.

Even though she was young, Bella Kennedy was a consummate starlet. She handled the paparazzi's attention with practiced ease, and soon started making her way up the red carpet toward Dani. Dani waited for her to get closer before waving to her.

“Bella! Hey babygirl, you look amazing.”

It was true. The dress Bella was wearing accentuated her killer body perfectly - but by far, the sweetest thing about seeing her was the way her cheeks turned a deep red when she noticed Dani.

That let Dani know that both of them were thinking about that night in the tattoo parlor.

Bella wasn’t about to lose her composure in front of a crowd, of course. She recovered quickly. “Hey, Dani!” she called out, waving back. “You too! Wow!”

The two of them approached each other, and exchanged hugs and cheek kisses. The fans went wild for it, of course. Dani couldn’t resist the temptation to push her luck.

“Why don’t we give the fans a little photo op?” she whispered in Bella’s ear.

Bella nodded, suspecting nothing, and put her arm across Dani’s shoulder. The two of them pressed close to one another, facing the crowd of fans and paparazzi, posing and smiling brightly.

Until Dani’s hand drifted down to rest on Bella Kennedy’s ass.

Bella twitched, and let out a squeal that was mercifully drowned out by the roar of the crowd. It was only for Dani’s ears.

“W-what are you doing?” Bella whispered.

“Don’t worry about it, baby,” Dani replied, smirking. “Just keep smiling for the cameras.”

The starlet did her best - but Dani was close enough to see her face twitch and grow flushed, especially as Dani started surreptitiously groping her ass. To most people, it would just look like a little bit of affection between girls. Only Bella could feel the way Dani’s fingertips were exploring her body.

“C… c’mon!” Bella protested, her voice turning high-pitched. “You… not here… ah!”

“Yeah?” Dani smirked at her, and carefully inspected the younger girl’s face. Bella was blushing from embarrassment, yes, but there was something else tinging her cheeks: pleasure. And her eyes were shining with the submissive thrill of the moment.

She was enjoying this. That was all Dani needed to see.

“Hey, Bella.” Dani groped her even harder, savoring the way the starlet’s ass felt cupped in her hand. “How’s it going with your boyfriend?”

Bella blinked, thrown off guard by the question. She cast her eyes this way and that. “U-um… it’s… a-ah… y’know… f-fine.”

Dani giggled and licked her lips. She knew just what that meant. “He’s still never made you cum like I did, huh?” she whispered.

Bella gasped. “D-D-Dani!” she shrieked. But instead of pulling away, she started clinging even closer.

Dani let out a satisfied sigh. It didn’t get better than this.

After a few more moments of sinful enjoyment, Dani pulled away from her, leaving Bella stranded on the red carpet, blushing and needy. Dani winked at her, as the younger girl looked longingly after her.

“I need to get inside,” Dani called out. “But you should give me a call, after the show.”

She didn’t doubt that Bella would.

Stepping inside the theater brought Dani a moment of calm, away from the attention of the adoring masses. Inside was for staff and VIPs only. That calm was shattered, though, when Grace suddenly appeared on one side of her, dragging Dani away to the side of the room.

“Dani,” Grace hissed. “We have a problem?”

Dani frowned. Grace looked ruffled. That wasn’t like her. She didn’t need to ask if it was urgent. “What is it?”

“It’s your ex,” Grace said bitterly, in a hushed voice. “Apparently, Cameron just showed up at your house. He’s making a scene. One of my friends saw and gave me a head’s up. He seems to really, really want to talk to you. And he’s ranting about dirt. As in, blackmail.”

“Fuck,” Dani spat. They’d been prepared for this, but it couldn’t have come at a worse time. Trust Cameron Haines to ruin the best day of her life. “What should we do? Call the cops?”

“Maybe.” Grace sighed. “Making a scene is, like, way worse for him, but it’s bad for you too. I’m ready for any dirt he might want to sling your way, but… it would be nice to get some advance warning. And you’re the one he wants to talk to.”

“You think I should go talk to him.” Dani sighed too.

“Yeah. Unfortunately, I do.” Grace grimaced. “Sorry, babe.”

Dani rested a hand on her shoulder. “It’s not your fault, Grace. It’s his.” She glanced around. “OK. Bring a car around back. I’ll go make my excuses. Let’s get there quick.”

***

The two of them drove through the streets of Hollywood in record time, pushing the speed limit at every turn. It wasn’t long before they pulled into the driveway of Dani’s house - and sure enough, there was Cameron Haines, Dani’s ex-fiancé. He was hammering on the door with his fist but turned around when he heard the car pull up.

Dani and Grace both stepped out, and Dani glared icily at Cameron. “What do you want?” she said.

Cameron didn’t answer at first. He took a moment to survey Dani’s new look, swaying unsteadily. He looked drunk.

“Jesus,” he grunted. “Look what you’ve done to yourself.”

That was rich, coming from him. Dani knew his career had been flagging and, judging from his appearance, the lull had been taking its toll. Cameron’s hair was a mess, his expensive clothes looked like they hadn’t seen an iron or a washing machine in months, and he had three days worth of stubble on his face.

It might have been enough to make Dani feel sorry for him, if not for the look of naked disgust and contempt on his face as he stared at Dani and Grace. So instead, seeing Cameron like this just made her skin crawl. She couldn’t believe this pitiful man was the person she’d once been ready to share her life with. It was even harder to believe that she’d let him share her bed.

Dani wasn’t about to make that mistake ever again. Not now that she understood how incredible sleeping with women was.

“What do you want?” she repeated, tapping her foot pointedly. “Just tell me, before I go ahead and call the cops.”

Cameron let out a bitter laugh. “Fine,” he retorted. “Call them. I’d love to tell them everything I’ve got to say. I’m sure they’ll be very, very interested.”

“Jesus Christ,” Dani hissed. “You wanted to talk to me, right? Fine. Come inside, and let's talk.”

“Grace too,” Cameron insisted. “She needs to hear this as well.”

Dani looked over at Grace, who just shrugged. “Fine,” she spat.

Dani walked briskly past him to unlock the door to her place. Cameron was grinning like he’d already won something.

“Don’t want me making a scene, huh?” he needled. “I guess you wouldn’t, given what you did to me.”

Dani did her best to ignore Cameron’s inane posturing. With Grace by her side, she led him into the front room of her house and turned to face him with her arms folded. She didn’t want to let him into her space any more than was absolutely necessary. All Dani needed to do was let him rant until she knew exactly what kind of dirt Cameron imagined he had on her.

"Talk,” Dani told him. “Now.”

“Fine.” Cameron’s eyes were wild as he looked between her and Grace. “Danielle, I want to give you a real chance to set all this right. That’s why I’m here. We can put an end to this… this farce. Right now.”

Dani sniffed loudly.

“I’ll take you back,” Cameron went on, with an air of magnanimity. “I’ll forgive you for cheating on me. I’ll even try to be a better boyfriend this time around. We both know that’s how it’s supposed to be. Cameron Haines and Danielle Cartwright. Not… this. And you!” He pointed angrily at Grace. “You’ll get out of both of our lives. And never come back.”

“How generous to me,” Dani scoffed. “Now where’s the ‘but’?”

“But.” Cameron’s smile turned nasty. “If you don’t, I’m going public with my story. I’ll spill all your secrets. Your image will be ruined forever. Everyone in the world is gonna know what really happened to you.”

Dani’s heart was pounding, but she kept her voice even. “No, they won’t.”

“I’ll do it, Danielle!” Cameron growled.

“It would ruin you.”

“I’m already ruined!” Cameron shouted. “Look at me! My career is in ruins. Parts are drying up, and when I can get an interview, all anyone wants to talk about is you, you, you!”

Dani barked a laugh. “I heard the reason you can’t get a part is that you keep showing up late, forgetting your lines, and flipping out at the crew.”

"Because none of this is fair!” Cameron screamed. “Of course I’m struggling with it. This is all wrong! It’s a sick fucking joke. I’m the star! Me! Not you! You’re the one who needs me, not the other way around!”

“That right?” Dani raised an eyebrow, and exchanged glances with Grace.

“Yes! It is!” Cameron didn’t seem to realize he was shouting. “This can’t be happening to me! Understand? It can’t. It’s not possible. I don’t lose girls. I don’t get dumped. I don’t… it isn’t right! It’s a trick! It’s her fault.” Again, he pointed at Grace. “This… this snake! She seduced you, Dani. Don’t you see? She got into your head. She’s ruined everything! That’s why I have to set it right.”

Dani let him rant and rave. Despite his anger, she was actually becoming more relaxed. Cameron spilling his guts to a tabloid journalist wasn’t going to go the way he thought. She and Grace already had plans. There would be some backlash, yes, but easy to spin in Dani’s favor. It would be simple to paint Cameron as a jealous ex. A bigot. An insecure loser. It would destroy him.

Maybe, if a neighbor happened to overhear Cameron’s shouting, Grace could persuade them to say something to a magazine. That would be the perfect little finishing touch.

“I’ve heard enough,” Dani spoke up sharply, after getting tired of Cameron’s voice. “And I don’t have anything to say to you, Cameron. Get out. I don’t care who you tell. Tell them I cheated. Tell them I was a shit girlfriend. Tell them I made you feel bad. Whatever you want. I don’t care.”

She was hoping to see Cameron lose his cool completely, or else run away with his tail between his legs. Instead, he just started laughing in a thick, bitter voice, his eyes wild.

“You… you thought I was talking about that?” Cameron cackled. “No. No, not just that. I’m talking about something much, much bigger. Something even you don’t understand, Danielle.”

“What the fuck are you talking about, Cameron?” Dani’s patience was at its limit. “Just come out and say it, already!”

She glanced at Grace for support but oddly her personal assistant had turned as white as a sheet.

“Check your email, Danielle.” Cameron whipped out his cell phone and tapped the screen a few times. Dani felt hers, in her blazer pocket, buzz. “Grace did this to you. She turned you into a lesbian. And I have proof.”

Dani was immediately ready to dismiss his ludicrous claim out of hand, but curiosity got the better of her. She looked at her phone and saw a set of emails from Cameron, each with multiple attachments. She started looking through them, bit by bit, and a look of shock dawned on her face as the full picture of the past few months was revealed to her.

There were employment records, tying Grace to a number of prominent lesbians - Dani, her friend Dulcinea, and many more besides. Each of them had publicly been as straight as an arrow before hiring her, and had come out while she was working for them. That alone was suspicious, if not conclusive. But that was just the beginning.

Online accounts, all tied back to Grace, with a distinct presence in various hypnofetishist communities. Records of Grace attending hypnotherapy training courses. A huge library of screenshots, all featuring Grace speculating and theorizing about how to alter someone’s sexuality using mind control. Some of them, especially the more recent posts, were describing a fantasy in lurid, unbelievably meticulous detail. A fantasy of turning a female celebrity into exactly the kind of person Dani had become.

After that, there was a set of professionally-certified waveform analyses of some of Grace’s guided meditation files - the ones she had shared with Dani. Cameron must have downloaded some of them from her phone at some point. Waveform analysis showed, apparently, the clear presence of subliminal messages and low-frequency tones intended to lull someone into a highly suggestive trance. It sounded like science fiction, but it was all right there in black and white.

Then, finally, there were the photos and videos. They looked like they’d been taken by a private investigator peeking into Dani’s windows with a long-range camera lens. They showed Dani, in various states of relaxation and trance - all with Grace standing over her, looking powerful and dominant. In one of the videos, Dani could see Grace’s lips moving. Grace had been whispering something to her while she was in a relaxed trance. Dani wasn’t much of a lip reader, but she could still make it out what it was. It was one of the many, many mantras she’d found herself dwelling on over the last few months.

Sex with girls isn’t cheating. It doesn’t count, when it's with girls. Sex with girls is precious. Sex with girls is important.

There was more evidence besides, much more, but Dani couldn’t stand to look through it all now. Her head was already throbbing. Individually each piece was wildly circumstantial, but all added up together, it was incontrovertible.

Grace had hypnotized Dani. Grace had hypnotized her and turned her into a lesbian. Grace had changed her fashion sense, her public image, and her very sense of identity. It was all her. And it always had been.

Dani had been brainwashed into a dyke.

“G-Grace…” Dani turned to her personal assistant, desperate to hold on to the reality she’d been living in for months now. “Tell me it’s not-“

The words died in her mouth. One look at Grace’s face was all the answer she needed.

“You see?” Cameron reacted to Dani’s shock with a satisfied smirk. “It’s like I’ve been trying to tell you. This is all wrong.”

Dani could barely hear him. Her ears were ringing with the sound of her entire life collapsing beneath her feet.

Being a lesbian had become everything to Dani. It was her identity. Her aesthetic. It was the thing that had given her the confidence to take control of her life. At this point, it was practically what she was famous for. God, all her fans… what would they think if they knew it was all a lie?

But even Dani’s fans felt like a distant afterthought compared to what all this meant to her. Who was she, knowing this? Suddenly, everything on her body - the clothes, the tattoos, the piercings, all of it - felt unbelievably, intolerably fake. Dani wanted to rip and tear it all out of her skin. But if she did, what would be left?

Who was she, if not a lesbian? There had been a Danielle Cartwright before, yes, but Dani had spent so long getting used to the idea that her old, heterosexual self was little more than a facade. She wasn’t sure she could go back to that. She wasn’t sure she knew how.

She wasn’t even sure of her own name.

“Come on, Danielle.” Cameron extended his hand toward her. His face was full of self-satisfied magnanimity. “Let’s get out of here. I’m sure I can help you get back to your old self. Your real self.”

Dani nodded numbly and took a step towards him. What else was she going to do? She didn’t want to go with Cameron, exactly. She hadn’t forgotten all of his ugliness and pettiness. But she didn’t have anything else. She couldn’t stay here, with the woman that had brainwashed her. That was absurd.

Dani took another step.

“Wait,” Grace said, quietly but firmly.

“Nope,” Cameron jeered. “You’re done!”

Grace refused to rise to his taunts. “I think I should at least, like, get to say something in my own defense.”

“Wow. You’ve got some nerve!” Cameron laughed. “You know what? Fine. Go ahead. Say your piece. But it won’t matter. We know your tricks.”

Grace simply turned to face Dani, who had stopped in his tracks to look at her. Grace offered her a slight smile. “Watch closely, Dani.”

That night, Grace had dressed up to accompany Dani to her premiere. Her outfit wasn’t flashy, but it was professional - a smart, black jacket over a neat, white blouse, with some heels and a pencil skirt that looked deliciously enticing wrapped tight around the trans woman’s soft, curvy form.

Within moments, the whole outfit was discarded on Dani’s floor.

Grace had stripped as quickly and efficiently as she could, and was left wearing nothing but a set of black, lacy lingerie. Then, she simply stood, with one hand resting on one hip, looking at Dani.

Cameron was scoffing incredulously. But Dani was utterly spellbound.

Desire reared and roared within it, bringing with it memories of all the things she and Grace had done together. All the things Dani had done to that wonderful body of hers. Despite everything, Dani was filled with warmth. And the warmth felt good.

“Like what you see, right?” Grace giggled mischievously, like Cameron wasn’t even there. “Thought so!”

“What is this?” Cameron said impatiently.

“More than you ever liked what you saw with him.” Grace winked. “Right?”

Dani didn’t know what to say to that; she was still simply dumbfounded at the sight of her PA.

“In fact, it kinda seems like everything is going better than when you were with him!” Grace shifted her weight from one leg to the other, swinging her hips alluringly. “Your career, your look, your self-image…”

“That doesn’t matter!” Cameron snapped. “It’s all fake!”

Grace giggled again, and, still looking only at Dani, rolled her eyes. “Who cares?”

Dani blinked. “H-huh?”

“Who cares if it’s fake?” Grace’s grin widened. “This is Hollywood, babe! Everyone here is faking. Plus, like, how fake is it, exactly? You totally want to fuck me, and you totally don’t want to fuck him. That makes you a dyke in my book. Doesn’t matter how you got that way.”

“But,” Dani replied hesitantly, “you… you brainwashed me!”

“I sure did,” Grace agreed. Then, her demeanor shifted completely. She bent forwards, using her elbows to squeeze her tits together and present them to Dani, a bratty smirk on her face. “Haven’t I been naughty? Don’t I deserve a spanking? Don’t you want to punish me, daddy?”

Cameron spluttered in helpless outrage. Dani, though, was seeing red. She wanted to punish Grace so bad. She was just itching to touch her again.

But… that was all wrong? Wasn’t it?

Was it?

“Come on, Danielle,” Cameron insisted. “We’re leaving.”

“You don’t have to go with him.” Grace kept eye contact with Dani. “You can stay here. With me. You can totally keep all this.”

“H… how…” Dani breathed, shaking her head.

“It’s a choice,” Grace replied. “A real simple choice, babe. What do you think your life is gonna be like if you go with him, huh? Probably, a whole lot like how it was before you met me.”

“Don’t listen to her!” Cameron warned. Dani couldn’t look away from Grace.

“But stay here with me.” Grace continued, effortlessly ignoring him, “and all this is yours. Yours to keep. And you know how good it all feels.” She shrugged. “Two lives, spread out in front of you. It’s a fork in the road. It’s all on you, babe.”

“But…”

Dani was at war with herself. Grace’s words rang true in her heart. She wanted what her assistant offered. Perhaps even more strongly than that, she wanted Grace herself. A fire had been lit within her. Grace’s words made an alarming amount of sense. But Dani couldn’t shake the feeling that it wasn’t as simple as her assistant pretended. That she wasn’t allowed to choose what Grace was offering. It felt like sophistry; like a way to avoid the fact that was staring her clear in the face.

“But you did this to me,” Dani said to her. “This is what you want.”

“Duh. But it’s what you want too, now. Kinda always has been, babe. Right from the start. Right from the very first little push I gave you. It always felt good, right?” Grace giggled. “Maybe all this was part of you all along. Maybe I just set it free.”

“That’s ridiculous!” Cameron interrupted angrily. “Danielle, there’s no way you can seriously believe this!”

“There totally is,” Grace insisted calmly. “It’s all up to you. Whatever makes the medicine go down easier.”

“I…”

Dani couldn’t decide. She was paralyzed. Choosing Cameron seemed right, but it felt wrong. And Grace was the opposite. Grace was exactly what Dani was craving, but niggling thoughts in the back of her mind held her back.

“Just tell me this, Dani,” Grace said gently. “It felt good, right? Being a dyke?”

Even though she was shamefully conscious of the way Cameron was looking at her, Dani nodded. That was one thing she couldn’t bring herself to deny.

“Sex with girls,” Grace pressed. “It felt good. Really good.”

“Y-yeah,” Dani agreed, a touch breathily, as Cameron groaned impatiently at the two of them.

“You know why that is,” Grace suggested, her smile widening. “Don’t you, Dani?”

The answer supplied itself to Dani at once. It was always lurking in her subconscious, having been hammered there by a dozen different mantras, repeated hundreds and thousands of times. Compared to how hard it was to choose between Grace and Cameron, letting the mantras flow through her was simplicity itself.

“Sex with girls is special,” Dani intoned. “Sex with girls is important. Sex with girls is precious.”

“Dani!” Cameron yelled incredulously.

Once again, Grace ignored him. “Being able to fuck girls is so important to you.”

“Being able to fuck girls is so important to me.”

Despite everything, a dreamy smile was starting to come to Dani’s face. It was so nice to let herself relax into those nice, familiar words.

“Sex with girls is important,” Grace repeated. “And when something’s important, you don’t give it up.”

“Sex with girls is important,” Dani echoed. “And when something’s important, I don’t give it up.”

“Dani!” Cameron yelled again, louder. “Can’t you see what she’s doing to you?”

His voice was starting to fade into the background of Dani’s mind. She blocked it out, just as she always did with stray, insignificant noises when Grace was helping her to relax. Cameron’s yelling was nothing compared to the ocean of calm, quiet trance that awaited her.

“Sex with girls is important,” Grace went on, keeping her voice low and even, calming and soothing, “because you want to fuck girls.”

“I…” Dani hesitated, but it was as much excitement as doubt that caught her tongue. “I want to fuck girls.”

She did. She could feel it. She was vibrating with it.

“You want to fuck girls.” Grace giggled quietly. “And what do we call someone who wants to fuck girls.”

Dani’s heart skipped a beat. “A… lesbian.”

“A dyke,” Grace said.

Dani knew her assistant loved the bite that one little word had. Dani had grown to love it too. “A dyke.”

“If you love girls, you’re a dyke,” Grace told her.

“Yes,” Dani said. Her voice had become completely empty of feeling.

“And you love girls.”

“Yes.”

“So what does that make you, babe?”

“A…” Dani’s mouth went dry. “A dyke. I’m a dyke.”

Grace licked her lips. “Oh, babe. You sure are.”

“No, that’s-“ Cameron stepped towards them, shaking his head, face filled with fury. “No! You’re just… Danielle, she’s just hypnotizing you again! Don’t listen to her! Snap out of it!”

“You really don’t get it, do you?” Grace finally turned to look at him. Her grin was full of both pity and mockery. “If she wanted to listen to you, she’d be listening to you instead. Hypnosis isn’t magic. But she isn’t, is she? She’s listening to me.”

At that, Cameron’s face darkened, and he glared hatefully at Grace. “Just shut up already! You can’t do this to me!”

He took a step towards Grace; just one single step, before catching himself. But Grace seized on the opportunity anyway. Even though she didn’t look even the slightest bit afraid of him, she fled into Dani’s arms, pressing herself up against the celebrity’s body and clinging to her desperately.

Dani’s instincts kicked in right away. She folded her arms around her assistant protectively, and then gasped as she felt the warmth of the other woman’s body. But that warmth wasn’t enough for her. Her head was full of thoughts of fucking girls, and she needed more. One of her hands slipped around Grace’s waist, allowing her to feel the curve of her assistant’s body, while the other came to rest on her incredible ass.

Grace immediately let out a low, purring, satisfied moan. She rested her head on Dani’s chest for a moment, planting a few sweet little kisses on her skin - before turning back to look at Cameron, taunting him with her smug, victorious gaze.

“Danielle…” he whined plaintively, before trying to rally himself. Cameron made himself stand taller, and sound more commanding. “Danielle! Come with me, right now! Last chance!”

The urgency of his plea fell on deaf ears. Dani was paying less attention to him than ever. She only had eyes for Grace, and she was determined to drink in everything about how Grace made her feel. It wasn’t just about lust or pleasure. It was about power. Having Grace in her arms made Dani feel strong and confident in a way that was utterly intoxicating.

This was what being a dyke meant to her. She was a lesbian. A top. A dominant. She loved fucking women. She wanted to make girls squirm and writhe underneath her. Dani had never felt such effortless self-assurance ever before in her life.

How could she ever give that up?

With Grace in her arms, Dani felt like she was standing on firm ground again. The intense confusion and conflict she’d been experiencing just moments ago was already fading from memory. This was who she was. She felt more and more certain of that with each passing moment, as long-familiar mantras continued to echo through her brain.

I like girls.

I get turned on by girls.

I want to fuck girls.

I want to top girls.

The words were in her own voice as much as in Grace’s. Dani wasn’t trying to fight them. She welcomed them into the core of her being. What did it matter where they came from, when they felt this good?

Maybe these feelings and urges had been locked up tight inside Dani all along, just as Grace had suggested.

Perhaps that was just a comforting fiction. But Dani had the power to choose what kind of story she wanted her life to be. Why wouldn’t she pick the one that felt this fucking amazing?

Dani’s fingers sank deeper into Grace’s ass, the tips of her nails teasing around the hem of her panties, threatening to pry them away from her body. She groped her just like she had groped Bella Kennedy earlier, reveling in the power of her touch, in the way it made this other girl shudder and cling and moan.

If anything, though, Grace’s ass was even better. Dani had always loved a girl with some meat on her bones.

Grace looked up at Dani with need in her eyes, and she bit her lip in that coquettish way she knew drove her employer crazy. She let out a breathy sigh, looking up adoringly at Dani, and pushed her ass back to meet Dani’s hand.

“Fuck,” Grace breathed. “I’m so glad I made you so good at this.”

Dani grinned right back down at her. “Me too.”

Grace stretched up to press her lips to Dani’s, and they kissed. Both of them were hungry for it, and Dani pushed her tongue into her assistant’s mouth to claim her. She didn’t care that Cameron was watching. She just wanted to use Grace to feel good, and she knew Grace was equally eager to be used. Their relationship may not have been particularly romantic, but they had shared a bed more than enough times to know how to get each other off.

“Danielle!” Cameron shouted. “C’mon!”

He had lost. It was obvious from his voice and the look on his face. He’d lost and he knew he’d lost, but he couldn’t quite bring himself to face up to it yet. Dani just stared at him pityingly.

“That’s not my name anymore,” she said firmly. “Now get out of my house.”

Cameron clearly understood there was no arguing with that. He turned tail and left quickly, pausing only to turn back and yell: “I’m gonna tell everyone. You’ll regret this.”

And then he was gone. Dani was left holding Grace, once again feeling utterly confident and assured in her identity. She glanced down at her assistant.

“Is that anything we need to worry about?” she asked.

“Nah.” Grace giggled. “Hypnosis to turn people gay? Please. His career’s gonna be even more over than it already is.”

“Good.” Dani suddenly pulled away from Grace and made to lead her by the hand toward Dani’s bedroom. “Follow me.”

“You sure?” Amusement glinted in Grace’s eyes. “We could probably still make it back to the premiere.”

“We could,” Dani agreed, before a lopsided smirk came to her face. “But you’ve been a naughty girl. Remember? Now it’s time for your punishment.”

Giggling excitedly, Grace skipped after Dani as the celebrity led her assistant into the master bedroom and closed the door behind them.