Chloe perched on the edge of a chair in the interview room they’d ushered her into. Her elbows dug into the armrests, and her shoulders were locked high. She wiped her palms on her skirt then clasped her hands again in her lap. Her leg bounced up and down, up and down, as she tried futilely to squash the butterflies before her interviewer came in. Every few seconds her eyes darted to the door and back to the frosted glass surface of the huge conference table in front of her.

She really wanted the job.

She glanced at the bottle of water they’d left for her on the table, tracking a bead of condensation that slid lazily down the side of the glass. She grabbed the bottle and took a sip—and nearly spat it out as the door slid open at that exact moment.

Chloe jumped to her feet, thankfully managing to put the bottle down without spilling it on herself. The woman who stepped in wore a dress suit the color of dark red wine, and her ash-blonde hair was pulled back into a tight ponytail. It swung to and fro as she smiled at Chloe and shut the door behind her. She looked maybe a decade older than Chloe’s twenty-two. Her heels clicked on the polished concrete as she closed the gap between them, hand extended. “Miss Chloe Weston, am I right?”

Chloe smiled back and shook the offered hand. “Yes. Hello.”

“Annabelle Rowe, senior TA specialist.”

“Pleasure to meet you, ma’am.”

“Just Ann, please, dear. No need to be so stiff. In fact, why don’t you just relax and stand there for a moment?” She took a step back and inspected Chloe from head to toe. “Mm-hm. Very nice. Can you start today, or do you have anywhere else to be?”

A hot blush was creeping up Chloe’s neck at being examined so brazenly, but then the words registered and short-circuited her brain. She reflexively reached for the folder on the table. “M-My résumé…?”

Ann was faster, though, and her hand closed gently around Chloe’s wrist. “Please. If you’re here, someone will have looked at that already and decided you’re qualified. Forget about that and answer the question, dear.”

“I—I mean, yeah, I can start today. But… the interview—?”

“Was just a formality and is already over. Congratulations, sweetie, you’re hired.”

Chloe could only stare dumbly, overwhelmed by the breakneck speed at which they seemed to do things around here. “Thank… thank you, ma’am—no, um… thanks, Ann.”

“No, Chloe, thank you for choosing us.”

Chloe smiled more easily now that the dreaded ordeal of a rigorous interview had passed her by harmlessly. “I’m so excited! I mean, I’ve admired Ms. Calia for so long, and it’s such an honor to finally be able to work for her.”

Ann chuckled at that. “Lovely. She’ll be thrilled at the chance to admire you too, I’m sure.”

“Admire… my work, you mean?”

Ann’s lips settled into a thin smile. “Of course.” Then she clapped her hands sharply, not giving Chloe a second to process anything. “Now, before I let you go, there’s someone I’d very much like you to meet. You could say she’s the most important member of the team, even.” She raised her voice. “Nia, in here!”

The door opened again and admitted the most gorgeous woman Chloe had ever seen in her life. Her hair was light pink and flowed smoothly down her shoulders. Diaphanous bright-crimson silk bands hugged her plump chest, barely covering her nipples, matched by the G-string thong that failed to cover anything. She wore nothing else. She was tall, voluptuous, and Chloe didn’t know a single man who wouldn’t kill merely to be standing in her place and staring at this bombshell.

The bombshell also had wings. Black, leathery wings tucked in against her back. And… she had horns… like a ram’s…? And was that a tail swishing behind her?

Chloe blinked. Almost as surreal was the electronic collar around the woman’s neck. Her eyes, too… Her pupils were so dilated that the irises had become a barely noticeable ring of pink. And her face was devoid of all expression, as if untouched by thought or emotion.

“Meet Nia, our resident succubus.”

Chloe blinked again, and again, then pinched her cheek. No, it didn’t seem like she had fallen asleep at the table before the interview had begun. She turned to Ann, who was raptly watching her reaction. “Your… succubus.”

“Correct.”

“You mean, like a company mascot. A cosplayer.”

“Actually, no.” The recruiter gave a smirk that said she was very much enjoying herself. “I mean our bona fide, honest-to-Satan succubus from Hell. We have one in every major branch office. Our CEO even keeps a few as her housepets, I believe.”

“How?” Chloe waited for her brain to come up with something more coherent, but it managed only another, more forceful “H-How?”

“Don’t worry about it, darling. That’s quite above your pay grade and mine too.”

“This is a prank.” Chloe retreated a few steps, checking the ceiling for cameras. “You’re pranking the new girl.”

“Hah.” Ann walked casually to one of the chairs and sat for the first time since entering the room. The alleged succubus remained standing at rigid attention. “I don’t blame you for rationalizing. I didn’t believe it the first time I saw one either. And the fact that you haven’t run out screaming does you credit. I think you have good prospects with us.”

Chloe’s brain finally supplied a logical explanation, and she managed to relax a little, her voice quivering with relief. “Oh, I get it! It’s a robot! A new gynoid prototype you’re developing. You are pranking me!”

The relief was cut short when Ann actually cackled, slapping her thigh. “Hear that, Nia? She’s right! You are a robot, aren’t you?”

“Yes, ma’am.” The busty woman’s voice was a dead monotone.

“Just a mindless, obedient corporate bot that does whatever its owners command.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Ann giggled like a schoolgirl, her shoulders trembling violently. “Gosh. I’m sure I’ll get tortured in Hell for an extra decade just for that. Oh well.” Then she wiped her eyes, and her mirth vanished as she refocused on Chloe. “No, my dear, I’m afraid she is the real deal, and I’ll prove it to you in a moment. But I totally get why you’d take her for a robot. See, normally the succubi bound by contract to Calia are perfectly obedient, but this one was getting a bit too unruly. She prowled the corridors as she wished, pouncing on every employee she could get her claws on—who, of course, were powerless to resist her advances—and so we Collared her. A new product we’re developing for use in prisons, but that’s beside the point.”

She glanced at the succubus, who still hadn’t moved a muscle. “She was already a slave to her own whims, so we thought, why not make her a slave to our grand design? Turns out, as long as she has an organic body, she can be controlled like any mammal. And her anatomy is quite similar to ours—minus, you know, the magic stuff. I’ll say, she was a big help during the testing stage, too, before we managed to get clearance for human trials.” She winked at Chloe. “And now she’s a good little office drone, as you’ve heard her admit. We bring her in when someone has earned a reward, or… well, you’ll see momentarily. We usually keep her in this blank state with her personality turned off, but we do let her out when she’s off the clock. No succubus abuse here at CaliaCorp! She gets free meals in the form of sexual energy, and we get a convenient, pleasurable way of controlling our workforce! Speaking of… Nia, go ahead and charm our lovely new hire, please.”

The gaze of the succubus-drone snapped immediately to Chloe. She marched forward like an animated doll, granted energy and purpose by its owner’s will. “Miss, if you would look into my eyes, please?”

“W-Wait—”

“Look into my eyes, Miss.”

Chloe instinctively turned her head, squeezing her eyes shut. “Don’t hurt me, please!”

She heard Ann’s admonishing voice. “Nia, a bit more seduction if you would? Did you forget how to be a succubus?”

“Acknowledged. Releasing drone protocols until end of task. Please hold.”

“Chloe, darling, it’s not going to hurt, I promise. On the contrary, it’ll feel too wonderful to be real. Even I let her do it to me sometimes!—strictly while she’s under the control of her Collar, of course. But I can tell you from experience that by the end of today, you’ll be begging us to be allowed another session with her. Now, be a good girl and do as the nice demon says.”

Chloe sputtered, “B-But I’m not even into girls!” She heard Ann chuckle sweetly. “Oh, you will be into this one.”

A warm breath on her neck, and a whisper in her ear. “Hey, Chloe…”

She gasped as the soft, smooth arms of the succubus circled around her waist. It had been a mistake to close her eyes. The seductress had her in her grasp, held fast. Nia nestled closer, her breasts squishing up against Chloe’s, one leg sliding between Chloe’s thighs. “Look at me, sweetie…”

“No!”

Hot, wet lips smacked against her cheek once, twice, three times. “Look. At. Me…”

Her head was swimming. Her knees were weak. It wasn’t perfume that smelled so sweet, she knew; it couldn’t be any earthly scent that was disarming her mind so quickly with foggy bliss and scalding lust. The leg between hers pressed upward, and she realized with horror that she was already wet. The horror doubled when she noticed she’d stopped struggling to get away.

“Chloe, let me love you… Open those eyes and let me show you my love… I can make you feel so, so good…”

Nia’s tongue slipped into her ear, and Chloe grunted, her body instantly going limp in the demon’s embrace. God, Nia’s eyes were so pretty. Her pupils had shrunk back to their normal size, revealing the irises, and—oh, they were glowing a deep bright pink. She could swear she saw cute tiny heart-shapes swimming and swirling in those eyes.

In… Nia’s eyes…?

Chloe started. She’d opened her eyes! Without even thinking about it! But… but they weren’t listening to her anymore. No part of her was. Nia’s warmth, her softness, her proximity—Chloe mewled as the demon’s thigh rubbed against her panties—they were quashing her desire to do anything but be Nia’s helpless plaything. Her eyes were captured now by Nia’s gaze, beyond Chloe’s ability to wrench them free.

Her surrender was rewarded with a smile that took her breath away. The butterflies from the start of the interview were fluttering back into her tummy, and the warmth of Nia’s approval was soothing her soul. “That’s my good girl! Isn’t that much better, sweetheart?”

Chloe grinned stupidly. “Y-Yeah… Better…”

“Now, stare nice and deep, okay? This’ll take only a moment.”

Chloe’s eyes widened as the white-pink hearts in Nia’s multiplied and collapsed back together to form one giant heart at the center of each pupil—which then leaped out to strike Chloe squarely in the middle of her forehead. She moaned and clung tightly to the succubus, panting against her neck. Her body was shuddering helplessly, her vision was blurry—she felt like she’d just chugged down ten shots of vodka. But the demon held her securely, kissing the top of her head, and when the tremors faded and Chloe pulled back to look up at her, her heart stopped.

She knew immediately, in the same way and with the same certainty as she knew any self-evident fact, that she was utterly, irresistibly, madly smitten with this creature.

“I love you…” she breathed in amazement. “I love you so much.”

Nia flashed her a lopsided grin. “Sure you do.”

Suddenly Chloe was dying to have some way to please Nia, to do something, anything, that would earn her the demon's praise. “I l-love you,” she babbled. “Love, love you…”

“Good, sweetie, good… But I’m not the only one you love, am I? You also love Calia. In fact, you love Calia incomparably more than you love me.”

That gave Chloe’s happily spellbound mind a momentary pause. But then she nodded, eager to learn this new truth about herself. “I do?”

“You do! You adore her.”

“Mmm… I adore her…”

“That’s right, sweetie.” Nia touched her forehead, and images of the woman she’d seen so many times on talk shows and media interviews and podcasts burst into Chloe’s mind. “You love Calia. You adore her. Say it for me.”

The need to please was overwhelming. “I love Calia! I adore her!”

“You worship her.”

“I do! I worship her!”

“You’d do anything she asks of you. Anything whatsoever. No questions asked, no hesitation at all. Anything, Chloe.”

“I would! I’d do anything for Calia!”

“Really?” Nia pressed a quick peck onto the corner of her mouth. “I’ll kiss you if you’re telling the truth. A nice, sloppy kiss for my good, honest girl.”

Chloe growled as a wild need seared through her mind, and she grabbed Nia’s shoulders, almost shaking her violently in her desperation to persuade. “I would, Nia, really I would! Anything, truly anything, I’d do anything…”

She felt like she was about to cry, and Nia’s teasing breath in her ear was only driving her crazier. The demon’s whisper made her thighs clench. “Swear it…”

“I swear, Nia! I swear! I love Calia, worship her—I’d do anything, anything for her! Please, Nia, I swear, I swear, I swear—!”

Nia kissed her lips, and every fiber in her body went taut as she came. She whimpered into the demon’s mouth, surrounded by the soft, plump, curvaceous perfection of her flesh. She writhed in ecstasy. She wept with joy. It was by far the longest, most fulfilling orgasm of her life, triggered by a simple kiss.

Sometime later, the pleasure faded to a simmering contentment, but her desperate need to please, to obey, was stronger than before. She realized her knees had finally given way, and Nia was cradling her lovingly, smiling down into her eyes. “I didn’t say you could cum, though, did I?”

Chloe was beyond guilt now, beyond coherence, beyond anything but happy, horny acceptance of anything that could be said or done to her. She just grinned and mumbled, “S-Sorry… I’m sorry…” already forgetting why she was apologizing as the words passed her lips.

“It’s okay! That just means it’s working very well on you!”

“That’s… good…?”

“It is!” Nia tapped an elegant finger on her pouting lips. “But tell me, Chloe, if you worship someone and will do anything they command, what does that make you, hm?”

“I… I dunno…”

“It makes you a slave, dummy! Doesn’t it? Doesn’t it make you a happy, horny, empty, compliant, love-sick slave?”

A shred of awareness tried to slink back into Chloe’s mind, but Nia instantly smacked it out with another kiss. “You’re a slave, Chloe.”

“I’m a slave.” Chloe giggled. “I’m a slave.”

Nia passed a hand over Chloe’s face, and suddenly it was Calia’s blue eyes she was staring into, and Calia’s melodic voice streaming into her ears and stroking the folds of her brain. “You’re a slave, and you love it!”

There was no resistance left in her, nor any desire to resist. “I’m a slave… I love it…”

“Good girl! You love being my slave.”

Chloe smiled wider. “I do! I love being Your slave, Mistress! Thank You! Thank You!”

Calia—Mistress—leaned down to kiss her forehead, and Chloe melted into a puddle of euphoric submission. “And now my slave will fall into a nice, deep sleep and wake up refreshed and energized, ready to work for me, won’t she?”

“Yes… Oh, yes… Thank… thank You…”

Chloe’s head fell forward onto her Mistress’ shoulder, then lolled back. She blinked, and curiously Mistress had disappeared somewhere, leaving Nia in Her place. It didn’t matter. Chloe loved her Mistress to death. She would love Her forever even if she never saw Her again, and she had a command to obey. She noted without interest that Nia’s face was smoothing into an empty, emotionless mask, and her toneless voice was reporting, “Task complete. Drone protocols re-engaging… Engaged. Drone is active and ready for command, ma’am.”

“Good job, drone. Watching you work on a new girl is always a treat.”

With her last ounce of strength, Chloe turned toward the voice. A woman sat at the table to their left, smiling. Her breathing was shallow, her face flushed, and she had one hand buried in her pants. Chloe thought she looked familiar, but she wasn’t important enough to resist Mistress’ command to go to sleep. She made no attempt to remember and simply let herself go in Nia’s arms. As her awareness dissolved, she thought she heard the woman say, “God, I love this job.”