Managing the Office

Chapter 6

by sammynona

Tags: #covert_conditioning #dom:female #exhibitionism #f/f #humiliation #oblivious #brainwashing #clothing #D/s #multiple_partners #personality_change #pleasure_conditioning #pov:bottom #sub:female

    Maggie proudly led her procession of girls away from the office. Down the street the neon green sign was like a beacon calling them forward. Maggie was still amazed that all of her employees were getting along so well, and she had to look back over her shoulder just to make sure it wasn’t a dream. Sure enough, Sue was still chatting with Sasha about clothes and different clubs around town, the two girls actually acting like friends. Dani and Louise were together, as they always were, but rather than pick on Sasha they were actually joining in on the conversation a little. Carla followed behind them, silently pushing her wheelchair forward as she kept her over-sized headphones locked on her ears.
    That was okay to Maggie, though. Carla had barely said a dozen words to her all year and Maggie wasn’t expecting miracles. She had honestly expected Carla to make a break for it when they weren’t paying attention, so the fact that the habitual loner was still going with them to the bar was a victory enough. 
    Satisfied that the girls were keeping the peace, Maggie smirked and opened the door to the bar, ushering her now friendly employees inside. “Come on in, girls. First round is on me.”
    Dani nudged Louise. “Hear that, Jugs? We can afford to have top shelf liquor tonight.”
    Maggie still frowned when she heard the nickname, no matter how apt it was considering the impressive bust on Louise. But tonight, Maggie was willing to let it slide.
    “Anything you girls want. I’m sure you know more about good booze than I do.”
    Jugs laughed. “Oh, we have terrible taste. So how about we just order the most expensive shots they have?”
    “That sounds fine to me,” Maggie agreed. Dani and Jugs both looked shocked, before they cheered and ran inside.
    “I knew there was a reason I kept working here!”
    Maggie shook her head, smiling wide as Dani, Jugs, Sue and Sasha all marched into the bar, ready to have fun. Maggie knew that this was dubious as far as business expenses went, but even if she paid for tonight out of pocket she felt that it would be worth it. For the small office to finally have a day without any drama it was more than worth it, especially if this was the start of a new trend.
    Carla seemed to hesitate at the doorway, gripping the wheels on her chair tight as she seemed to wrestle with herself on entering the bar. Maggie was about to let her go, figuring it really was too good to be true, but to her surprise Carla ended up shrugging and pushing herself into the bar after the others. Maggie couldn’t hide the bright grin that lit up her face. Things really were looking up for their group.
    She entered the bar with bright spirits, only to bump right into Dani’s back. All five of her employees were standing in a tight group right at the door. Maggie put her hands on her hips and frowned. “What’s this all about? I thought you girls wanted to drink.”
    “We did,” Dani muttered. “I just didn’t know that, well…”
    Maggie pushed past them. She didn’t know what they were hesitating for, it looked like a charming little place. And surprisingly busy too. The crowd was mostly made up of young woman, no doubt other professionals looking to blow off some steam after work. Then she noticed a pair of women kissing at the bar. And another pair making out besides an old jukebox. And several more women hugging and kissing and holding hands everywhere she looked.
    “Not that we’re judging you, Maggie,” Dani suddenly said behind her. “It’s fine if you drink here, we just didn’t realize it was a lesbian bar.”
    “I had no idea,” Maggie replied quietly, blushing deeply.
    “But you were the one who suggested we come down here,” Sue added.
    “I just noticed this bar in passing. It’s a bright green sign, it looked fun. I had no way of knowing the bar was for lesbians.”
    Behind them Carla suddenly spoke up in a dusky voice. “The place is called ‘Ladyfingers’. What did you expect?”
    At that Maggie had to admit that this was her mistake. “I’m sorry, girls, I didn’t realize.” Then a voice began to whisper in the back of Maggie’s mind and her eyes fluttered. “Although, does that really make a difference? We’re just here for some drinks after all.”
    “Are you serious?” Jugs asked. She was about to say something else when she hesitated, mouth open and eyes losing focus for a few seconds. She shook her head clear. “Hm. I guess… it doesn’t really matter where we drink. It’s not like I’m against lesbians or anything.”
    Sasha and Dani were both blinking rapidly, heads tilted as if they were listening to something, before they both nodded in unison.
    “Booze is the same no matter where we are,” Dani shrugged.
    Sue shook her head. “Well you can drink here if you want. I’m going to go and— and—” She swayed on her feet, eyes fluttering heavily. Maggie didn’t feel concerned that Sue seemed to be acting weird though. Instead she and the others watched patiently as Sue trembled and shook for a few seconds. Then she finally opened her eyes, looking confused. “What was I saying? Oh right. I’m going to go to the bar and get a drink.” She smirked, flipping her hair back. “Hell, in this crowd I’ll probably have girls buying me drinks all night long.”
    Sue led the way over and the other girls followed, all of them warming up to the idea of being in a lesbian bar. All except Carla, who still hadn’t moved. She was biting her lip hard, gripping her wheelchair tight enough for her knuckles to go white. That same voice told Maggie not to be concerned, to simply wait for it to sort itself out, but Maggie couldn’t help but worry about her. She knelt down besides Carla and slipped her headphones off.
    “Carla? Are you okay? You don’t have to drink with us if you don’t want to.”
    Carla snapped awake and shook Maggie off, stuffing the headphones back over her ears. “It’s fine. Doesn’t matter where we drink.”
    Something still seemed to be bothering Carla as she rolled off to join the others at a table. Maggie wanted to talk to her about it, but it occurred to her that she actually didn’t know Carla well enough to determine if she was acting weird. It always worried her that Carla shut herself off from everyone, except that was always eclipsed by her desire to keep Carla happy. If she didn’t want to talk, then that was her choice. She had just hoped that Carla would have opened up a little more after the hypno— the hyp—
    Maggie’s eyes fluttered. She snapped to attention. What was she thinking? She smiled, catching sight of all her employees waving to her at a table. “That’s right. We’re celebrating.” Maggie hurried over to join them, forgetting about whatever had troubled her.
 
~ ~ ~
 
    Everyone was chatting away over their drinks, but Sasha still didn't feel like she belonged. She sat there sipping her Coke, politely laughing along with the conversation. She still had her coat zipped up tight. For some odd reason Dani was being weirdly supportive of her huge tits, but that still didn't mean that Sasha was ready to face the world with her real figure. Especially in a lesbian bar. Lesbians liked boobs, and probably liked bigger boobs better, and Sasha didn't know what she'd do if strange women started staring at her chest with a hungry look in their eyes. 
    Sasha suddenly blanked out, her mind wandering into some dark but safe place. There was a voice whispering to her. 
    It asked her why she was afraid of women hitting on her, and Sasha shyly thought about how she wasn't a lesbian. 
    The voice reminded her that she enjoyed all of the attention that Dani gave her. Sasha had to agree that it had been kind of wonderful. There was something else in the back of her mind, something Sasha couldn't see. A memory that was wet, and moaning, and involved Dani. Though she couldn't quite touch the memory, it told her that Dani's appreciation of her tits was very good indeed. 
    'You want to show off your beautiful body,' the voice whispered helpfully, and Sasha knew that it was right. It was good for people to see her. She felt hot and amazing when people stared at her. 
    And yet, Sasha was still too terrified to venture out into these uncharted, lesbian waters. Even the thought of a regular bar was too intimidating for her. 
    'Your resistance was expected,' the voice in her head told Sasha, which confused her a little. It was like someone had left a prerecorded message in her head. 'If trigger fails to make you open up when you reach the bar, then the contingency plan will go into place.' 
    Sasha was still in the deep, dark place, but now she was getting worried. Whose thoughts were these? They weren't her own thoughts. And what was that covered up memory just out of sight? Sasha could hear herself moaning, but also someone else moaning as well. Three voices crying out in orgasm. Sasha pushed, trying to remember, both frightened and excited at what secrets it might contain. She had to know. Had to figure out what was happening to her. What was- 
    'Sasha is thirsty,' the voice in her head suddenly said. 
    Sasha snapped awake, surprised at how she'd drifted off. Sue gave her an odd look as she sat up straight all of a sudden, rising from the table. 
    "What's up, Sasha?" 
    "I need a drink," Sasha answered, suddenly feeling very thirsty indeed. 
    Sue glanced down at Sasha's Coke, still mostly full. "You already have a drink." 
    Sasha shook her head. "I need alcohol. I mean, I need something with alcohol in it." 
    At that, Sue's face lit up. “Now we're talking. Welcome to the party, Sasha." Immediately Sue slid away from the table to let Sasha through. She gave Sasha's ass a playful spank as she slipped past, which made Sasha yelp and whirl around, her face red. 
    "What was that for?" 
    "When in Greece," Sue said with a cheeky smile. "Don't try and get too many numbers on your way to the bar." 
    Sasha curled her arms around herself, glancing around at the crowded bar nervously. "I- I won't." 
    Sue rolled her eyes. "I know, dummy. That's why it's funny." 
    "R-right," Sasha mumbled , turning to go. Today had been such a surprisingly pleasant day that Sasha had forgotten that her coworkers usually teased her. This was... normal, Sasha thought sadly. People liked to make fun of her, or look down on her. That’s why she liked to hide away and make as little of an impact as possible. Best to just hide in the crowd and sneak away to get her drink. That’s what she always did, anyway. Just part of the scenery. Sasha took a step to go, when the voice spoke up in the back of her mind, a seductive whisper. 
    'Sasha feels hot.' 
    Sasha blew out her breath and wiped the sleeve of her coat over her forehead. Was the air conditioning off or did lesbians just radiate more body heat than everyone else? This was place was boiling. 
    Sasha quickly unzipped her coat and slid it off, taking a sigh of relief as the cold air licked at her exposed skin. That was certainly better. Good thing she was in nothing but a tank top, strained by her huge cleavage. It meant there was more skin exposed to keep her cool. She was certainly lucky there. 
    She turned to Sue, who was staring at her in awe. "Hold my coat for me," Sasha said as she tossed it to the surprised looking girl. The coat hit Sue in the face, but even that didn’t phase her. Sue was still staring after Sasha’s tits as she turned to go. What was Sue’s problem anyway? It’s like she’d never seen a pair of tits before. 
    Sasha was thankful that it was finally cooling off as she made her way to the bar. She was nearly halfway there before Sasha even noticed all of the eyes following her. All at once Sasha realized that there were nearly a dozen women giving her admiring looks. Women smiled at her, batted their eyes. Some even ignored their dance partners as they took in the sight of Sasha’s tits. 
    The embarrassment hit her instantly, but was quickly overshadowed by the raw feeling of need that struck a second later. Sasha stumbled, catching herself on a woman's arm to keep from falling. Sasha felt herself going redder as she looked up and mumbled an apology, mortified. "Sorry." 
    "Quite alright," the woman said in a crisp British accent. Her hair was shaved on the sides and short on top, styled up in a modern way that Sasha strangely found very sexy. When had she started thinking of women as being sexy? The nice woman glanced down at Sasha's tits, which would have probably been a subtle peek if her eyes didn’t immediately go wide with shock. Something about the overjoyed surprise in this stranger’s eyes made Sasha shiver happily. After staring at Sasha’s tits for a little too long, the stylish woman looked back up at Sasha, her cheeks flushed. "Please, feel free to bump into me anytime you'd like.” 
    Sasha realized that this gorgeous woman was flirting with her, and her introverted brain started to short circuit.
    "I'll, uh, keep that in mind," Sasha replied, then hurried away, her heart pounding rapidly in her chest. She moved so fast that she nearly collided into the wooden bar. She got a few odd looks from the woman sitting there, which was immediately followed by longer double takes at the huge tits on this short girl. 
    "Oh my god," Sasha muttered, still trying and failing to get herself under control. "That woman was flirting with me." 
    A dark-skinned woman next to Sasha chuckled. "Then she's certainly got good taste." 
    Sasha turned and stared at the woman next to her. She was in a sleek dress, long, braided hair running down her back. Sasha found her eyes following the flowing braids down to the woman's ass, which was wonderfully sculpted in her dress. The woman smiled, and Sasha felt like her heart was melting as she took in the dimples at the corners of her smile, and the lovely striking blue shade of the woman’s eyes.
    "Are you flirting with me too?" Sasha suddenly asked, too nervous to control herself. 
    The sexy woman chuckled. "I might just be. I'm Katrina." 
    She held out her hand and Sasha automatically shook it, still shocked at this weird twilight zone she must have fallen into. People didn't flirt with her. People didn't pay her any attention at all. Now she had two women who could have passed as super-models hitting on her in the same day. 
    Katrina laughed politely, getting Sasha’s attention. "And what's your name?" 
    She blushed. "Sasha." 
    "I'll make a wild guess that you're new to women flirting with you." 
    Sasha nodded, still gazing into those piercing blue eyes. 
    "And do you like it?" 
    "Like what?" Sasha asked, her voice calm and flat as she kept staring. Such a deep and pretty blue, like the ocean. 
    "Women flirting with you. Do you like it?" 
    Sasha suddenly came back to herself, and for the first time seemed to notice how incredibly horny she was. "I- I do." 
    Katrina grinned, bringing back those wonderful dimples in her cheeks. "Then let me buy you a drink to celebrate, Sasha." 
    Sasha shivered. Did she want a drink? She was so thirsty but Katrina was only buying her a drink to hit on her. Except, Sasha was enjoying it. She was enjoying a woman flirting with her and trying to sleep with her. Did that mean that Sasha wanted her to want to sleep with her?
    "Gotta go," Sasha suddenly said, fleeing from the bar and her confusing feelings. 
    Katrina watched her run off and chuckled to herself. Such a high strung young girl, freaked out by her first budding attraction to women. She'll come along soon, Katrina was sure. 
    Katrina flipped open her cellphone and wandered to the end of the bar, where she was less likely to be overheard. She waited until the number connected. "Hello, Mistress," Katrina cooed. "Your girls seem to be doing well, although that cute girl Sasha still seems hesitant to flirt back and act on her feelings." 
    "Such a shame," Bridgette said, her voice like warm honey to Katrina's brain. "That girl has so much repressed desires. When she finally lets go she'll be a fantastic slut. I really thought meeting you at the bar would have been enough, slave." 
    Katrina hung her head, suddenly feeling her failure. "Forgive me, Mistress. She was hooked on my eyes as you said, but I didn't push hard enough. I remembered when you first changed me, and I guess I was too soft on her." 
    "That's hardly a failure, slave. I'm sure you were wonderful. " 
    At her Mistress' praise, Katrina trembled happily. She felt an invisible tongue lapping at her clit, like she did anytime she was good for her Mistress. 
    "I am surprised though," Bridgette continued, while Katrina writhed happily in her seat. "Sasha put on such a great show in the bathroom with Dani. I really thought just meeting you would have been enough for her to cut loose." 
    The invisible tongue felt amazing against her clit, but Katrina forced herself to pay attention. "She was certainly feeling the desire, I can tell. But you did say she was shy. Perhaps we need a new approach to help make her feel comfortable." 
    "Hmm, good idea, pet. I think I may have the perfect tool for the job." 
    Katrina pouted. She still wished that she had been enough for Mistress' plan. Ever since Mistress had saved her from that boring dead end job and turned her into a brainwashed fucktoy her life had been nothing but bliss. Katrina wanted to pay her Mistress back any way that she could. 
    "Can I still be of use, Mistress?" 
    "Oh yes, you'll be very integral, pet." 
    At that, Katrina smiled wide, cumming silently from the imaginary tongues worshipping her cunt. She was still a good fucktoy, still of use to her Mistress. "Mhm. Tell me what you require of me, Mistress."
 
~ ~ ~
 
    Sue was laughing along with the other girls when Sasha ran back to the table, out of breath and looking nervous. At least, more nervous than usual for her. Sue raised an eyebrow. 
    "What happened to your drink?"
    "Forgot it," Sasha muttered, embarrassed. 
    "Does it have anything to do with all of the women leering at you like you're a piece of prime beef?" 
    Sasha went redder. She opened her mouth to talk, couldn't find her voice, and just nodded. 
    Sue sighed. "Sasha, you have a gift. Two huge gifts, and you have to capitalize on them." Sue just couldn’t understand what was wrong with her. Sasha was dressed in nothing but a tank-top and her hair was a mess, and yet she had half the bar checking her out. Meanwhile, Sue knew how to handle herself. Her hair was on point, her outfit appropriately cute and sexy in a way that accentuated her slim body. It took work looking this good when you didn't have massive natural tits like Sasha had.
    The point was that Sue was dressed the way you were supposed to when you wanted attention, and yet none of the women here were checking her out. Not that this bothered Sue. She rarely went after women, after all. And this was clearly a dive lesbian bar, so the women here must have lower standards. It didn't bother her at all. 
    “Maybe you're just a little hopeless," Sue told Sasha, taking a little satisfaction at the sad frown on Sasha’s face. The tiny girl had potential but she didn't know the first thing about being cool. It was a kindness to put her in her place. It didn't have anything to do with the fact that the women wanted Sasha over her. Sue just preferred people knowing where they stood in the social hierarchy.  
    Sue had more to say, had a whole speech about the difference between the stylish women like her and the plain, boring women like Sasha, when her phone started to ring. She glanced down at her phone, annoyed for interrupting her lesson, but smiled when she saw that it was a close, trusted friend calling. 
    "You're saved for now," Sue said, standing and picking up her phone. "I'll give you some more advice when I get back.” Sasha seemed dejected at the idea, which was exactly what Sue wanted. Maybe if Sasha was sulking then the women here would stop fawning over her rack and instead pay attention to an actually sexy woman. Someone dressed to perfection and with an amazing ass. Like her, for instance. Not that she was interested at all. 
    Sue headed out of the bar with her head held high, as if the other women here were barely a concern to her. She still checked her periphery, seeing if any of these women where thinking of hitting on someone so out of their league. No one was looking at her though.
    Sue made a smug sound. Good. Clearly they were too intimidated to make a move. It was really smart on their part, actually. It hardly salved her hurt pride, though, and when she stepped out of the bar she was nearly fuming. At least she could vent to her friend about this. Someone Sue trusted and would give her the right advice on what to do. 
    Sue redialed the number, but paused and gave her phone an odd look. Why had she saved her friend in the phone as 'A close, trusted friend'? Wouldn't that have been obvious when she saw the call was coming from… from…
    All of a sudden Sue realized that she didn't remember this friend’s name. Or even what she looked like. Just as she was about to question it, though, the call connected and a wonderful voice told her to sleep. 
    Sue's eyes glazed over and she slumped against the dirty brick wall outside the bar. 
    "Can you hear me?" Bridgette asked. 
    "Yes… Mistress…” 
    "Good slave. How are you doing?" 
    “I’m pissed,” Sue said in an empty voice. “I’m in a lesbian bar. I should have attention, but no one is checking me out. I'm very angry and slightly horny and want someone to want me, even if it is a woman."
    She heard Bridgette laughing at her, and the sound made Sue smile. It was good to make Mistress smile. Strangely she felt a tingling in her crotch. It was like someone was rubbing through her shorts, gently placing nice pressure against her clit. 
    "And how is Sasha doing?" 
    "Sasha is a disaster," Sue said in her entranced voice. "She's shy and too dumb to appreciate how everyone wants her. Her tits are so beautiful. I wish I had tits like that. Then everyone would like me."
    Bridgette coughed. "Slave, do you want to do something for me?" 
    "Anything, Mistress." Sue stood up straighter. She needed purpose. A way to please. That strange pressure was building at her crotch. It faintly felt like someone eating her out. 
    "Then here's what you can do..." 
    Sue lost the next few minutes. It didn't concern her. She was with a trusted friend. And it had helped her too, since Sue marched back into the lesbian bar feeling amazing. This time she didn't mind that the other women didn't pay any attention to her. Tonight wasn't about her, after all, as strange as that was for Sue to think.
    For too long Sue had been alone in the office. Gorgeous, stylish, popular, but that made her an outsider in the lame office. What Sue really needed was a friend. Someone she could gossip and shop with and talk to. And out of all the losers int he office, there was only one girl with potential.
    Sue stopped at the edge of the table, tapping Sasha on the shoulder. The short, busty girl was still sulking, and almost seemed to shrink from Sue.
    Sue smiled at that. Sure, she'd been rough on her before, but then Sue was given an epiphany. Rather than just dumping on Sasha’s insecurities, which was honestly an easy target, Sue would take on an even more rewarding challenge. It was time for someone to help Sasha reach that untapped potential. Sue was finally going to have a true friend in the office, but it would take a lot of work to make Sasha as glamorous as Sue was. 
    “Come on, lo- Sasha. We're going to the bar for drinks.”
    Sasha blushed. "I'm good here." 
    "No, you're not," Sue said. She grabbed Sasha's arm and yanked her off of her seat, practically dragging her towards the bar. Sasha looked around, scared, but too embarrassed about making a scene to fight back. 
    "What are you doing?" Sasha whispered, panicked. 
    “I've decided to help you," Sue said, knowing Sasha would be overjoyed for her help. “When I’m done you’re going to be as hot and stylish as me. I’m gonna teach you confidence. Make you proud of that rocking body so you can always be the hottest woman in every room. Except for me, of course," Sue added quickly. 
    Sasha looked up at her, surprised. "You- you want to teach me to be confident?” 
    "Yup. That's how I can get you to stop being so damn shy all the time. You're going to be my personal project." 
    Sasha frowned, and Sue figured that she was just too intimidated. After all, to be let into Sue's personal circle was a huge honor. 
    "I-" Sasha gulped. "I guess I could be more confident. And, you really want to help? This isn’t some trick" 
    "Of course it’s not a prank," Sue said dismissively. "I'll teach you how to have men and women eating out of your hand. We'll weaponize those huge tits of yours so you can make others kneel and give you anything you want."
    Sasha blushed, crossing her arm over her huge tits. "I don't need to go that far." 
    Sue shook her head, giggling. “You absolutely do, and we’re going to start with your first lesson tonight." 
    Sasha still seemed uncertain, but she didn't run away. "So what would my first lesson be?" 
    "The easiest lesson of all. Practically a gimme, honesty.” Sue put an arm around Sasha's shoulders and waved a hand out at the crowded bar of women, many of whom were already checking out Sasha. This really would be the simplest thing in the world, even for someone as clueless as Sasha. "Our first confidence lesson is to teach you to be confident in your body. So tonight, we're getting you laid." 
    Sasha made an adorable choking sound. "What?"
    Sue smiled. Sasha really was lucky to have a coworker willing to help her out like this.

Here’s a series I worked on five years ago that was up exclusively on my Patreon, and apparently I forgot to send it out to the public. So I hope you all enjoy, and you can read it up to chapter 8 on my Patreon if you want to read ahead of time. The series went on hiatus about halfway through what I planned, and I’m hoping to get back to work on it later this year if I have time. But there’s some good stuff ahead so check it out! I can’t link my Patreon directly, but you can join my discord server and see announcements on all new stories, along with everything else Sammynona going on in the world. You can also check out my official twitter page: @sammynona1

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