"Hello, darlin'!" The woman driving the bus grinned at Maya as she stepped aboard and took a seat.

The other women on the bus eyed her as she sat down and crossed her legs. She wondered why they were all so focused on her. Maybe they were wondering why she was wearing a low-cut party dress with a barely-there miniskirt to work. That was strange, Maya thought, but it was too late to do anything about it now.

A voluptuous redhead walked past her. She felt something slip between her fingers and lifted her hand to get a look at it. It was a card with a name and address printed on it and the words "Call me!" handwritten inside a heart.

Was the woman hitting on her? But she was straight. Those times in college didn't count. All the girls did that once or twice. Then that was the end of it except for the girls who turned out to be gay. She wasn't gay. So why were all these women eyeing her?

A busty blonde held her hand for a long moment as she pressed another card into it. No, it was two cards. One was a personal card with "Let's get together" in smooth purple cursive. The other featured a drawing of two women kissing to advertise the "Lavender Lounge" which touted itself as "A nightspot for women who love women".

Maya put the cards into her pocket. She'd throw them away later, she thought. She wasn't into women.

Nothing that was happening made sense. Was this a dream? It seemed much too vivid and detailed to be a dream. All she knew was that something was wrong.

The next thing she knew, she was getting off the bus in front of the office. The security guard was a short muscular woman. She remembered that it was supposed to be gruff fifty-something man.

Before she could ask about that, the guard snapped, "Assume the position!"

Maya didn't remember ever assuming the position before, but she knew what to do. She leaned forward and placed her hands on the reception desk. It somehow felt very wrong and very right at the same time.

Maya heard each bootstep on the tile as the guard moved into place behind her. Strong hands squeezed and groped their way up and down Maya's body. She shivered as they lingered on her breasts and crotch and backside. Once or twice, she almost spoke up to object, but decided against it as she felt another tingle between the legs.

"One of these days, I'm gonna find an excuse to take you into the back room for a strip search..." the guard murmured. "Then we'll have some real fun. Not today, though. But remember, any day might be the day..." Sighing, she stepped back and waved Maya through the security gate.

She rode the elevator, politely standing clear of the two women making out in the corner. The elevator was very slow. By the time she arrived, the couple had stripped each other down to skimy sheer lingerie.

Maybe when she sat at her desk she'd have time to figure out why the world had gone crazy, she thought. She didn't get the chance. The moment she walked into her office, she saw a popup notification from her boss. It said simply, "See me."

Once again Maya felt herself shiver. She pressed her thighs together, but it only amplified the sensation. Diffidently, she stood in front Ms Severin's office and tapped on her door.

The door swung open, and she stepped inside. Ms Severin stood up at her desk. Instead of her usual pantsuit, she wore a black leather corset.

"Am I in trouble?" was the only thing Maya could think of to say.

The boss smirked. "Have you done something that might get you into trouble?" she asked in a steely tone.

Once again, the words poured out of Maya's mouth like lines from a memorized script. "I... I hung a calendar with inappropriate pictures in my office, Ms Severin. I didn't think it was important!"

The tone of the boss's reply was somehow both friendlier and more insistent than before. "It's not important. I'm very lenient about that sort of thing. As for Human Resources, well, the way Alexi carries on at the office she's in no position to criticize anyone else."

She sighed. "However, I can see that you won't be able to let this go until you've been punished for it."

The boss wheeled her chair out from behind her desk, giving Maya a look at her black leather thong and matching high-heeled thigh boots. She patted her knee. "Come here."

"Yes, Ms Severin!" Maya began making her way across Helga's office, shuddering a bit at each step.

"Call me 'Helga'".

"Yes, Helga!" Maya took one final trembling step forward and draped herself over Helga's knee. She felt her skirt, what there was of it, being flipped up out of the way, leaving only panties between her bottom and...

Smack! The blow was more startling than painful, and the tingle between her thighs was more intense than the sting to her bottom. Smack! Maya moaned softly and wiggled her butt to invite more attention.

After a few more swats, Helga asked, "Are you guilty of any other misdeeds?"

Maya wracked her brain to think of something. "No, ma'am," she replied dejectedly. She brightened. "I've thought of doing some other things..."

"Well, then, if and when you do those other things, you shall report to my office to confess and receive additional discipline... perhaps more intense and extensive discipline. Is that understood?"

"Yes, ma'am!" Maya sounded downright cheerful about the prospect.

"For now, have one more swat to purge any lingering guilt..." Smack! "Now, get back to work."

Back in her office, her computer screen displayed a new reminder. She had a meeting with Jett in Research and Development about the Tribido project.

The next thing she knew, she was watching Jett move the mouse, sending the pointer zipping across the screen and drawing her eyes to the wallpaper image of a half-dozen women in lingerie making out with each other.

"Where did I put that file?" Jett asked out loud. After a long moment, she said, "Oh, here it is."

She double-clicked and part of the background was replaced by an array of numbers. She rose from the chair and patted it to invite Maya to sit. She did, her eyes shifting between the figures on the spreadsheet and the still-visible couple kissing at the left side of the screen.

Jett leaned in close, the side of her boob squooshing against Maya's shoulder as it nearly popped out of her low-cut blouse. Maya leaned into it and sighed.

"As you can see, the project is ahead of schedule. Helga moved your client meeting up to this afternoon. It'll probably last into the evening, though. I hope that's all right."

"It's all right." Helga wanted it done that way, and it was her job to get it done that way.

"I'll send you a copy of the lates project files. Spend the rest of the day reviewing it. Let me know if you see any problems, and zap a copy to your work phone so you can answer any questions from the client."

Maya nodded, snuggling herself into Jett's bosom for one more moment before rising from the chair.

Back at her office, she alternated between reviewing the Tribido data and daydreaming. She flipped through the pages of her calendar, enjoying the images of beautiful women whose wispy garments made them look sexier than outright nudity would have. She noticed that Miss April looked very much like Jett and that the wicked-witch-themed Miss October bore an even more striking resemblance to Helga.

She poured herself a cup of coffee, watching the thermosensitive image of Seven of Nine and Captain Janeway. Seven's catsuit and Janeway's uniform faded away with a faint hint of transporter sparkle. As the last obscuring garments and sparkles faded away, text in the Trek typeface appeared: "I Wish To Copulate" next to Seven and "Request Granted" next to Janeway.

Inspired, she indulged herself a bit, finding a few J/7 slashfics online and alternately studying the project files and skimming the stories to find the steamy parts.

She noticed the time, and realized that she needed to go meet the client. She took the elevator down to the lobby. During the ride, she heard Leslie from Accounting talking on her cell phone, boasting to someone about how she'd gotten to second base with one of the new secretaries and intended to take her girl-cherry tonight.

Maya stepped into the lobby, where a tall woman with bright hazel eyes stood waiting for her.

"Hello," she said after a brief pause to collect herself. "I'm Maya. If you'll follow me to the conference room..."

"I have a better idea," the woman declared in a tone that would brook no argument. She sidled up to Maya and placed a hand on her backside. "Let's get into my car and go to the Lavender Lounge. We deserve a nice evening out."

"But... this is sensitive information... we need privacy..." Maya stammered.

"The Lavender Lounge has cozy little private rooms," the woman purred. "Absolute discretion guaranteed."

Maya found herself walking toward the door as the firm guiding hand on her bottom pressed her in that direction.

"After a little while loosening up with a few drinks, we can watch the show. Brandi and Roxie will be dancing tonight. The way they make love to that pole..." She winked. "...though 'poles' aren't really their preference, obviously, or they wouldn't be working there."

The two women stepped outside, where a sleek limousine waited. The leather-clad driver tipped her hat and pressed a button; the passenger door slid open. "If you like, I can give them a big tip and get them to lap dance for us."

Maya's knees almost buckled as her body quivered. "Yes. I'd like that," she heard herself saying.

"And then, into the back room to..." The woman uttered a little snicker. "...conduct our business."

They got into the car. The woman put an arm around Maya's shoulder and drew her into a close embrace as the vehicle sped down the road.

---

Madame Celeste smiled as she watched Maya squirm in her bed. Once again, her mental sensitivity had guided her to a woman receptive to her psychic influence. It had been easy to follow her home, to slip in unnoticed, and to remain unnoticed until she fell asleep.

Now, her mind was completely open, even more so than any of the other women Madame had visited. It had taken only a light telepathic touch to draw her into an unrelentingly homoerotic dreamscape. She was now living in a funhouse mirror version of her usual routine, repeatedly accosted by nymphomaniacs who shamelessly lusted after her and sought to initiate her into lesbianism.

Drawing in a deep breath, Madame smelled Maya's arousal. It was a very good sign that she'd been so deeply affected so quickly. Her repressed lesbian cravings were bubbling up to the surface, never more to be denied.

Psychically probing a bit deeper, Madame shared Maya's dream. The fantasy of sexualized discipline was an unmistakable sign that her inhibitions were crumbling. After being "punished" for her "sinful" desires, she gave up trying to doubt or resist. Better yet, the punishment was the first step in learning to associate pleasure with submission and obedience. She would soon be willing and eager to indulge Madame's every whim.

Madame smiled as she saw how perfectly she had projected her own image into the dream. When Maya woke up, she would find that her dreamworld "client" was a real flesh-and-blood woman, just as eager for a lesbian tryst as the fantasy version had been.

She dithered a moment. Should she let the dream fantasy play out to its climax, or would Maya be better primed if she interrupted it before matters got that far? She took another deep breath and probed the sleeping woman's mind a bit deeper. There was no need to wait any longer. Maya's body and mind were ready and eager.

Madame Celeste climbed into bed with Maya and nudged her awake...