“A transfer?” Mr. Conway peered over Mia's file, pausing to consider her over his spectacles.

“Yes, I thought about it for a while after seeing the posting, and I think this could be a fantastic opportunity for me. A chance to gather invaluable experience and interface directly with potential clients. It seems like the natural next step for my career.”

Mr. Conway raised a gray eyebrow. “Most of our transfer requests are into the main branch, not out of it. I know there was trouble at your presentation a few weeks back, but that will blow over. I don't want you to make a decision in haste.”

“I have considered it carefully,” Mia said, focusing on the file in his hands. She didn't want to think about that meeting. Didn't want to think about the accident, didn't want to think about...She let out a long ragged breath. “I am not making this decision in haste. I believe that this move would give me important experience that it will be difficult to receive here.”

“I don't see why we wouldn't approve it,” Mr. Conway said. “It's a position we have struggled to fill, and you are an excellent candidate even if it is an...unusual career trajectory. I just want to make it clear that nobody holds the auto accident against you, Mia. If there is anything causing this request internally, any fears of retaliatory or discriminatory behavior, or any problems with another employee I want to make sure you know that we have your back.”

I cannot stop thinking about fucking one of my subordinates and it is consuming my life. “No,” Mia lied, shaking the curve of Shannon's breasts out of her head as best she could. “Nothing like that.”

Mr. Conway shrugged. “I will submit your request. Thank you for meeting with me.”

Mia thanked him and stood, her cock straining against its confines. She hadn't had to tuck in years, but she couldn't afford not to anymore. Not when the slightest scent of Shannon's perfume had her blood boiling, when glancing at the group photo from employee appreciation week had her drooling over the tanned skin on Shannon's exposed shoulder, when she stared for thirty seconds over the woman's name appearing in the recipients list of a department-wide email.

Her inability to control her own desire sent shame flooding through her body. She had hidden it as best she could, but Gabriela had noticed. How could she not? Mia came home from work pent up and hornier than she had been in their entire relationship, with a newfound passion for worship that she had struggled to explain. It had only taken Gabriela a week to try to broach the topic, expecting a secret lover, or drugs, but how could Mia tell her the truth when it was so much worse?

She spent the blur of work days penned up in her office, computer notifications carefully set to minimize any alerts that might remind her of Shannon. Shannon. She couldn't let herself even think the name. The damned woman had called her the day after, and Mia had thrown her phone across the room as though it were a live viper. She had changed her number, necessitating another lie to Gabriela. Mia was drowning in lies. But if she could just get the transfer approved, she could reset. Move on with her life. She could cum, maybe. She could finally move on from this sick obsession. This perverse fascination with Shannon's laugh, with what her skin must taste like, with the way she made all of Mia's worries vanish into a lustful haze, with the way--

“Mia?” O'Donnell stood in the doorway. Mia jerked back into reality, her cock oozing precum. How long had she been lost in a daydream? She needed to get out before she lost her damn mind, and her job as well.

“Yes?” She cleared her throat, hoping she didn't sound too breathless. She would be lucky if he only thought her had caught her napping.

'Um.” He shook his head, averting his eyes. Mia would have snarled at him if she wasn't so fucking horny. “I got through most of the performance reviews. Nobody seemed to mind you delegating to me, except for one person. She had questions about some of your notes, and I didn't know what to tell her.”

Her. Mia's heart started to beat faster. She thought she could smell a flash of perfume, but it must have been her imagination.

“Who-who was it?”

“Shannon Marcellus. I saw that you had some time before your 3pm, and none of the things she had questions about were even part of your feedback notes, that was all positive? Do you mind clearing it up for her?”

Mia started to tell him that she couldn't possibly, that she had assigned him the reviews specifically so that she wouldn't have to do exactly this, that she had ignored all of Shannon's glaring errors and delivered a wildly glowing performance review specifically to avoid this, but then a silhouette appeared behind O'Donnell and all the thoughts slid right out of her head.

Fuck, she was hot. Shannon looked like she had stepped out of a commercial, her appearance so perfect that it must require a horde of assistants to maintain, pulling focus like reality had twisted itself into the perfect angle to film her through. Mia felt her awareness slipping as she stared, knowing that O'Donnell was expecting a response but unable to remember what the correct one was. Shannon rescued her, of course. Shannon nodded her head, slowly and deliberately, and Mia felt herself mirroring the motion.

“Perfect,” O'Donnell said, shuffling his way out of the office. Shannon sidestepped around him, never taking her eyes off of Mia. When the door clicked behind her, a wicked grin stretched across her face. Mia stared at her, wondering how she had dared come to work in such an indecent sweater, before realizing that it was a perfectly ordinary sweater that Mia couldn't stop herself from drooling over. The way it hugged her chest, showing nothing but hinting at the perfection that Mia knew was just underneath while--

“Why, Mia!” Shannon brushed her curls over one shoulder, and settled into the chair across the desk. “You're a hard woman to get a hold of. Surely you haven't been avoiding me?”

“Of course not,” Mia croaked, tearing her eyes free of Shannon's chest. Her eyes weren't better. They twinkled like stars, hinting at a joke that Mia didn't understand but deeply wanted to. Shannon didn't respond for a moment, but her eyes pinned Mia down as though she were ten years old with her hand caught in the cookie jar.

“I couldn't help but notice that somehow, I was reassigned to the Walker contract. One of the few in the entire building that you are not overseeing? I had hoped to ask you about it during my performance review, but imagine my surprise to find Christopher giving it instead. And what a glowing performance review it was, too. Somehow, you failed to mention a single missed deadline. I had been positive that one of them would bring you storming down from your office. Now tell me, Mia, one woman to another. Do you think that sounds like avoiding someone?”

“I understand you have some questions,” Mia whispered, each word a struggle. She tried to look down at her calendar, but her eyes wouldn't obey her. They kept tracing lines where her curls parted like a curtain to show a glimpse of her bare neck, and Mia could so clearly picture kissing down her shoulder until she tasted those perfect tits, and ran her tongue over Shannon's--

“Mia? Did you hear me?”

Mia jumped, her hand gripping her cock through her slacks. Shannon did not look at it, but raised an eyebrow. Mia pulled the hand back as though it had been burned.

“Sorry, Shannon. It's...it's a bad...time.”

“You know, I almost let you get away with it.” The older woman lounged, taking a moment to examine the office. “I kept telling myself that you weren't worth the effort. I mean, I thought I had well and truly cooked your brain. It never crossed my mind that it would even occur to you to ignore my calls, let alone that you would actually pull it off. It's been almost two weeks, Mia. Did you manage to cum, somehow?”

Mia didn't trust herself to answer. She just shook her head, and Shannon laughed.

“Did you have a plan, dear? Or were you just going to try to avoid me forever?” Mia bit her cheek again, and Shannon scoffed. “I might have to take some serious looks at my process. Mia, do you remember the drive we took together? And how relaxing it was?”

Mia shook her head again, feeling something important slipping away from her that she couldn't even articulate. She watched as Shannon reached a manicured hand into her blouse and pulled out...something. At first, she thought it was a crystal. But that couldn't be it. A crystal didn't shine like the sun, didn't fill her mind and vision with a rainbow of blissful static. A crystal didn't hollow out her mind, leaving a Mia-shaped thing behind.

“Good girl,” Shannon breathed. “You remember that much, at least. Now, Mia. I believe you were telling me something about a plan?”

The thing shaped like Mia answered. “I requested a transfer.”

Shannon gasped, and there weren't enough thoughts in Mia's head to tell whether it was feigned or not. “Oh, Mia. That won't do. You don't get to waltz out of here and let my little suggestions fade. Maybe I will let you take that transfer, but only once you're hopelessly in love with me. Forever. Doesn't that sound much better?”

Shannon nodded, and Mia nodded dumbly along with her..

“Good girl. My voice and the crystal are all that matter. And isn't that how it should be? Tell me dear, have you been happy avoiding me these last two weeks?”

Shannon shook her head, her lips turned over in an exaggerated pout. The motion sent the crystal spinning, and Mia's head shook to mirror her.

“Back in control of your life for such a short time, and you made everything worse again. Mia, you haven't even been able to cum when left to your own devices. Better to admit that you need me to take control. Can you admit that for me?”

Mia's head lolled, eyes locked on the crystal, a jerking motion as though someone had gripped her by her ponytail and dragged the motion out of her.

“Say it for me, Mia. Ask me nicely.”

“Please,” Mia said.

“Please what? What do you need from me, Mia?”

“I need you to take control,” Mia gasped.

“Of course you do, sweet thing. But we've already had this conversation. Don't you remember? You fell so deep into my voice, and learned who you've always been. You made so much progress. And then you lost it all. And for what?”

Mia squirmed, feeling the rub of her cock against her panties but knowing that she wasn't allowed to touch herself yet. How could she know the answer to the question? The voice hadn't told her the answer.

“Nothing to show for all of your resistance. All that work, and I didn't need any fancy chemicals or subliminals to turn you back into this. Just the sight of me, and a perfectly normal little rock, and your brain turns to mush. Why pretend to still be the company's rising star, the golden child of corporate? I think you'd be much more comfortable on your knees in front of me, don't you?”

Mia slid to the ground, her eyes glued to the crystal. It was easy to keep her attention on it when she didn't care about how hard her knees hit the floor, or how uncomfortable resting. Shannon loomed over her, and Mia craned her neck back to keep her eyes on the crystal as Shannon dangled it in front of her.

Shannon brought one hand to her chin, and wiped away some drool that had accumulated at the edge of Mia's mouth. Then she slid one hand into her skirt, a motion so captivating that it almost broke Mia's focus on the crystal. Shannon noticed her dilemma, and laughed.

“Don't panic, Mia. Of course the crystal captivates you. It's mine. Everything about me captivates you in just the same way. You can stare at me, at any part of me, and it will quiet your mind and pull your focus in exactly the same way. Why don't you give it a try?”

Shannon pulled her fingers out, wet and glistening, and Mia's cock twitched. Shannon wove her fingers back and forth, and Mia felt herself swaying in time with them. The smell was intoxicating, and Mia tried her best to fill her lungs with as much of it as she could.

“I think I know where we went wrong last time, sweet thing. All that arousal, but nowhere to channel it. We can do better this time, I think. Are you ready to learn more about yourself?”

The fingers bobbed up and down, and Mia followed.

“You don't need to cum. You don't want to cum. The more aroused you are, the more concerned you are with what truly matters. My pleasure. Shannon's pleasure. The hornier you get, the more desperate you are for me to cum. That relief, that clarity, that follows an orgasm? You receive it when I cum, not when you do. Do you understand?”

Mia frowned. She tried repeating them in her head, but she didn't quite understand. She knew what Shannon wanted, but she didn't know how to make it happen. How to make her body change, she wanted to, she just didn't know how, she needed something to--

The fingers slid into Mia's mouth, and all the lights turned off. Mia knelt and sucked, unaware of anything around her besides the taste. That perfect, glorious taste. Everything slid into place, and she understood what the purpose of her own arousal was. It was this, everything about this.

The fingers slid out of Mia's mouth, and she jolted back to reality. She was still kneeling, but Shannon had moved to sit behind her desk. She had Mia's phone in one hand, scrolling through it with her lip curled in dry amusement. The other hand drifted to her waist, pulling down her skirt until it crumpled between them. Mia saw the damp patch at the front of Shannon's panties, and couldn't help leaning in to take a deep breath. Shannon laughed above her, and the sound made Mia's cock strain harder against its confines. It felt different, somehow. It felt good and perfect and right to be consumed with lust at the sight of Shannon's panties, but she had lost any desire to unsheathe her cock. She didn't need it anymore. She needed Shannon.

“Good girl,” Shannon purred. She tucked a finger under the band of her panties, easing out of them with the same grace as her skirt. “You must be so horny. But you know the only thing that can grant you relief now, don't you?”

“Please Shannon,” Mia said. “Please let me worship you.”

“Only because you asked so nicely, Mia.” Shannon opened her legs, and Mia sank between them. Everything drifted, waves of pleasure that peaked and swelled before crashing into Mia. Each flick of her tongue on Shannon's cunt sent jolts of white through her head. She felt Shannon quiver, felt Shannon cum—she did that, Mia had done that, had helped create this perfect moment for this perfect woman-- again, and again, until the voice told her enough. She leaned back in a haze, cum dripping from her chin, and a contented smile plastered over her lips as she stared.

Shannon reached out to ruffle Mia's hair affectionately, as she would a dog curled up next to her by the fire. Her breaths were deep and languid, and she treated Mia to a dazzling smile.

“I knew you would know your way around a cunt, Mia, but that was something else. I really admire how you're able to put your mind to a task. So...thorough, and detail oriented. You're a credit to the company. Now, I'm worried that last command might have been a little much for you. A lot to take in with that one. You weren't quite as obedient as you could have been after your first session. We might need a little...reinforcement, I think?”
Shannon reached behind her neck and unclasped the crystal, letting it dangle in front of Mia once more. “Mia, sweet thing.” Mia's eyes locked onto it immediately, and Shannon twirled it closer and closer to her face until Mia's eyes began to drift. “You remember how important the crystal is, and what affect it has on your brain. But when you're this deep in trance, you don't need the crystal to empty your brain. It's already full of thoughts of me. As long as you remember your training, and how important worshiping me is, the crystal won't fill your head. But if you ever start to have second thoughts, start to think about avoiding me again, the crystal will pull your gaze and empty your brain until all you have left is thoughts of me. How does that sound, Mia?”

Mia nodded at her, head aching along with her cock. Shannon reached the crystal around Mia' neck, settling it over her blouse. Mia's breath caught as Shannon's hands brushed against the back of her neck, and once it was secured she paced a hand over it. Mia's breath caught, feeling it press against her chest as the only barrier between her and Shannon's hand.

“You love wearing the crystal, Mia. Any day, every day. It makes you feel powerful, and feminine, and beautiful. Any bad day can be improved by wearing the crystal. The crystal is mine, and wearing it shows that you are mine, too. Anytime you doubt that, you can reach down to where it sits, right over your heart, and look at it until you remember that your purpose in life is to make me cum. Just thinking about it sends waves of pleasure and submission through your brain and cock. Do you understand, Mia?”

Mia moaned, pressing her chest into Shannon's hand until it became almost painful. She understood, and couldn't stop thinking about the crystal dangling between her own breasts. Just like Shannon. Just like Shannon's breasts. She felt like there was a small piece of divinity hanging on a chain around her neck, granting her just a sliver of Shannon's beauty and purpose.

“Now tell me, Mia, how do you feel about your cock?”

Mia swayed. “How do I feel about my cock?” she asked.

Shannon leaned her head back. “Isn't that so much better? Why bother to have an opinion other than the ones I give you? Let me help you, dear. You love your cock. You love being a beautiful woman with a beautiful cock. You love using your cock to worship me. You love stroking to the thought of fucking me. You love the idea that you need cock just in case I might want to be fucked by it. And that doesn't bother you. It never makes you feel masculine. Using your cock to worship me makes you feel beautiful, and feminine, and perfect. Just picture fucking me, the crystal hanging around your neck as I cum around your cock. It's all you could ever want. Do you understand, Mia?” Mia nodded, her head swimming. Fucking Shannon. Fucking Shannon. Fucking Shannon. She muttered it under her breath, a mantra for her untethered desires.

“Well, it's getting late,” Shannon said. “And I'm not one for putting in overtime. How about it, Mia? Was this talk productive for you as well? Are you finished with avoiding me?” Mia tried to nod, to say something, but it only came out as a gurgle. “Do you need to cum before I leave?”

Mia stared at her, confused. Shannon knew what she needed, but why would she need to cum? Shannon had cum. Had needed to cum. Had she misheard? Whatever look of incomprehension crossed over her face, Shannon shook her head in amused disbelief. “I almost hope you manage to scrape together a little more resistance, Mia. I was annoyed at first, but let me tell you there is nothing hotter than breaking your little brain into tiny pieces. You have a face built for blank worship. Fuck, it's getting me going just thinking about it. Just the look on your confused little face while you try to figure it out. Mmmm, I'll be thinking about that tonight. See you around, girlfriend.”

She strode out of the office, her heels clacking against the floor until the door closed behind her. Mia sank to the ground, her knees screaming for relief now that she could think about anything besides Shannon. Shannon. She licked at her chin, savoring the remains of her taste while she still could. Her fingers trembled, clasped around the crystal in a death grip. Her eyes burned, and her brain felt like she had pulled an all-nighter studying in college. Better to close her eyes for a moment, and let her mind rest. To internalize commands, a voice whispered in her memory, and Mia sank into a deep sleep on the floor of her own office, her face covered in cum and her cock pulsing with contentment.