“Hope you enjoyed the movie!” Miranda called to the couple as they left the theater. She hastily checked the empty theater, sweeping up the spilled popcorn and tossing out the garbage the guests hadn’t bothered to take with them. Cleanup was something she usually left to her employees, but Miranda was already fidgeting about how late it was. She had to get the theater closed up if she was going to have any time to enjoy herself that night. And the only employee she had to rely on tonight was Tammy.
    Frustration rolled over Miranda from just thinking the girl’s name. When the manager walked out of the clean theater she found Tammy slouching against the handle of the mop in the middle of the hallway, scrolling on her phone instead of using the mop for it’s intended purpose.
    “Put the phone away, Tammy.” It was maybe the tenth time she’d had to say that tonight alone. Miranda was tempted to just record herself scolding the younger girl so that she could play it as needed. And yet part of her still hoped that Tammy would put in ten percent more effort to at least half ass her job.
    Tammy groaned and slipped her phone into her pocket. Her frizzy red hair bounced as Tammy turned, and her freckled face was fixed in it’s almost perpetual scowl. 
    “On it, boss.” Tammy sullenly dragged the mop across the floor, and Miranda mentally added re-mopping the floor to her checklist. Any other night she might have taken the time to explain to Tammy the merits of having clean floors, but tonight she had better things to do.
    Tonight Miranda was going to have her mind wiped absolutely clean, and she wasn’t going to let Tammy hold her up.
    So she clapped her hands and put on her best cheery smile. “Let’s try to hustle a little. We both want to get out of here quick.”
    Tammy just gave another groan as she kept poorly mopping. 
    Honestly Miranda was surprised that the pretty college girl was dragging her feet instead of leaving work early to enjoy her Saturday night. While Tammy wasn’t the best employee, Miranda had to admit that she was absolutely gorgeous. The voluptuous redhead should have men and women lining up to ask her out. Even Miranda had the occasional unprofessional fantasy about Tammy taking off her uniform top to reveal her huge, lovely tits for Miranda to melt into.
    But Miranda quickly shoved those thoughts aside. The girl was twenty after all, and Miranda wasn’t going to get hung up on someone half her age. Besides, if Tammy got the slightest hint that Miranda had the slightest of crushes on her she’d no doubt become unbearable. It was all too easy to imagine Tammy smugly flirting and teasing to get her way, like she did with the other employees. Tammy had them all hooked around her finger. Miranda was probably the only one in the building Tammy didn’t flirt with, which meant she at least had the sense not to hit on her boss.
    Or maybe she just didn’t like Miranda. Tammy certainly acted like that. Even now Miranda couldn’t shake the idea that Tammy was purposefully moving slow, some psychic sense telling her that Miranda had big plans for the night and that she should hold her up out of spite.
    It took longer than Miranda had hoped, but soon the theater was acceptably clean enough and the manager triumphantly watched Tammy clock out.
    “See you tomorrow,” she called, foot tapping impatiently.
    “Whatever,” Tammy said without bothering to look at her.
    Miranda’s anxious excitement was bubbling over as the redhead went out the door. Instantly Miranda locked the doors, hands shaking so much that she actually dropped the keys. Then she waited until Tammy had turned the corner and she was left all alone in the theater. Only then did Miranda let herself burst into an enormous grin.
    “Finally!” With no one around to see or judge her Miranda ran off through the theater like a kid fresh out of school. She took the stairs two at a time and burst into the tiny office she called home. Her trusty laptop was waiting right on the desk, out in the open where any of her employees could see. Of course none of them knew about the erotic file she’d just downloaded the night before, waiting inside the machine as a naughty secret. Miranda clutched her laptop to her chest with a giddy laugh.
    Waiting to watch the file all day had been torture. Miranda had commissioned the file to her specifications, and the second it had come in she’d been tempted as hell to watch it right there on her laptop. But the special treat she’d bought herself deserved to be done right.
    After all, if this commissioned file worked as intended then Miranda would be hypnotized into a trance deeper than she’d ever gone before. A trance created specifically for her.
    Hypnosis had always been her secret fetish. Listening to files and watching spirals to put her into a dreamy, glassy-eyed state. The thought of sharing her interest with anyone was out of the question. It was too shameful to tell any of her past girlfriends. Her quest to be hypnotized stayed firmly in her bedroom, relegated to watching spirals on her small laptop or phone screen.
    Until she had the brilliant idea to take advantage of her position as manager of a movie theater.
    Miranda slid into the projection room, so horny that she felt ready to explode. The projector powered up and Miranda connected her laptop. She peered through into the theater and saw the screen come to life with a blown up image of her cluttered desktop. Her fingers shook so much that she had to take three tries to click and play her commissioned file. But then the player booted up and Miranda hastily set it to full screen. 
    The big screen went black, plunging the theater into darkness too. Miranda turned and sprinted out the door, racing down the hallway as the file played the one minute of silent darkness she’d requested to get ready. She burst into the empty theater, hardly able to catch her breath as her heart beat excitedly in her chest.
    Miranda’s grin was wide enough to hurt her cheeks as she dropped herself into a seat right in the center of the theater. “Wish I’d brought some popcorn,” she giggled to herself, even though she knew that if this worked right the last thing on her mind would be snacks. If this worked right there’d be nothing on her mind at all.
    The giant screen came alive. A black and white spiral began to spin. Miranda’s favorite. It was a simple spiral but it was the first one she’d ever dropped for, and Miranda instantly felt her attention sucked towards the screen. Her ecstatic grin began to relax, settling into a more comfortable smile.
    The speakers crackled softly. Muted thumping filled the theater, a steady beat with whispering music under it. Miranda’s eyes fluttered. Her racing heart gradually slowed as her body relaxed deeper, her heartbeat matching the steady beat of the hypnotic file.
    “Relax,” a woman’s voice whispered. The hypnotist’s smooth voice sounded lovely in the theater’s surround sound. It was like the voice came from everywhere at once. And yet Miranda imagined the hypnotist in the row behind her, the woman leaning forward to whisper into her ear. “Relax for me.”
    Miranda slumped lower in the seat and relaxed.
    “Good girl. Give in.”
    Miranda’s thoughts were already abandoning ship. Her head was filling with a hazy, happy fog. Just as she’d been hypnotized to. Miranda had never met the online hypnotist, who went by the fake name Lady C. Just been a fan of hers for years. Subscribing to receive all her new files and marveling at all the different effects they could have on her malleable little mind. She didn’t even know what the hypnotist looked like, and yet her mind knew Lady C’s words so intimately. Was ready to surrender into trance as if they really were lovers.
    Then the hypnotist gave a husky chuckle and said, “There’s my good girl, Miranda.”
    Hearing her name was a shot of arousal as pure as adrenaline. It made Miranda shudder and snap back to attention. The fog parted, ever so slightly, as her thoughts raced. “So fucking worth it,” Miranda mumbled. Paying for the custom file had been worth every penny just to hear her name spoken by Lady C’s entrancing voice.
    “I hope you’re having fun watching your movie. So relaxed and empty in your seat.”
    Miranda wondered if Lady C had thought it was weird that she had asked for a hypnotic file about a woman hypnotized and seduced in a movie theater. It was such a weird fantasy to be a mindless slut in a theater, but it had buzzed in the back of Miranda’s fantasies for years. Before Miranda could get too self-conscious, though, the lovely voice of Lady C told her to relax and be empty again. So Miranda relaxed and became empty.
    Her mind cleared into wonderful blankness. Miranda was slouched back in her seat, legs spread wide as she absently stared into the shifting spiral. Colors filtered into the swirling design now, dragging her deeper and deeper.
    “So horny for me, Miranda,” crooned Lady C from the surround sound speakers.
    Miranda’s empty head remembered it was horny. So horny.
    “You’re all mine, Miranda. My theater slut. Enslaved to my movie. Don’t care about anyone else in the theater. It’s just you and me. Just you, Miranda, and your Mistress. Isn’t that right, slut?”
    “Yes, Mistress,” Miranda panted, her empty eyes pleading up at the giant spiral.
    “Strip for me.”
    Miranda stumbled up to her feet and began to unbutton her blouse. Any other time she would be too shy to strip, even knowing she was in an empty theater. It had always been an exhibitionist fantasy of hers. Hooking up in a movie theater. Naked in a movie theater. Naked and utterly hypnotized in a movie theater as she got herself off.
    She was too mindless to appreciate that the last fantasy was finally about to come true. But later when she woke and remembered Miranda would be able to enjoy the memory completely.
    For now she stripped obediently. Even when she was naked she stood at attention, nude and desperately horny and completely entranced by the spiral.
    Lady C kept cooing what a good girl she was. What a horny slut she was. So good to strip and wait for orders. Miranda stood there, oblivious to how long the file lingered on the command to strip, giving her ample time to obey.
    After another minute of repeating those commands the file moved on, with Lady C ordering her to sit.
    Miranda sat.
    The hypnotist told her to get comfortable.
    Miranda sighed and leaned back in the chair comfortably.
    The hypnotist ordered Miranda to touch herself like a good slut.
    Miranda, the good slut she was, touched herself eagerly.
    “Touch and take yourself deeper, slave. Deeper into trance. A mindless plaything. A theater slut. Totally empty and obedient.”
    “Empty and obedient,” Miranda mumbled, the two words practically carved upon her soul with repetition. It’s what she’d always wished to be. Totally helpless. At the mercy of her beautiful Mistress. Maybe a slightly cruel Mistress. One who would use her and push her and make Miranda know what a good slave she was. A Mistress to make all her dreams come true.
    Miranda sat masturbating in her seat, eyes glued to the screen as she enjoyed the fantasy playing around her.
    And Tammy stood there watching her hypnotized manager with an amused smirk. All she’d come back for was her coat, finding the door open with the lock not properly set. The last thing she expected when she followed the weird music into the theater was to find her tight-ass manager naked and masturbating.
    “Well isn’t this interesting,” Tammy said loudly.
    Tammy had expected Miranda to jerk awake, blushing and mortified at being caught. 
    Instead Miranda kept masturbating as if she hadn’t heard her. Tammy frowned.
    “Miranda, can you hear me?”
    “Yes, Tammy,” she replied in a soft, dreamy voice.
    “So you’re really hypnotized?”
    “Yes, Tammy.”
    The weird spiral kept playing across the screen. Tammy’s head felt dizzy when she looked at it, so she turned her back to the screen. The weird ambient music was distracting too, but Tammy figured it wouldn’t work if she was fighting it. Miranda clearly wasn’t fighting the hypnosis at all. The woman’s voice filled the theater again, saying, “My good theater slut is empty and obedient.”
    Miranda groaned happily, her expression both full of pleasure and completely absent of any intelligent thought. Though her hands sped up as she fucked herself more desperately. Tammy couldn’t resist slipping a hand down the front of her pants too. She was right in front of her manager, both of them masturbating, but Miranda was hardly even aware of her presence. Tammy had to admit, as freaky as all this was, it was insanely hot.
    “Look at me,” Tammy grunted, and to her surprise Miranda lifted her head and looked right at her. She was still hypnotized, but her blank eyes were now openly watching Tammy finger herself. Tammy grinned. “Do you like what you see?”
    “Yes, Tammy,” sighed her manager. 
    “Knew you had the hots for me,” chuckled the younger girl. “What do you think is sexy about me?”
    “Your tits,” moaned Miranda, completely without shame. “They’re so big and I want to shove my face into them. Always wanted to see your tits.” Then Miranda’s face went blank and neutral again, even as her hands kept fucking herself.
    Tammy groaned, biting her lip as she made a decision. She kept masturbating and used her other hand to lift up her shirt and bra, exposing her huge tits. Everyone loved her tits, of course, but there was something so earnest about the awed gasp that the hypnotized Miranda let out. Miranda whined and pumped her hips once. Completely involuntary.
    “Do you want my tits?”
    “Yes,” Miranda gasped, leaning forward in the seat. “I want your tits, Mistress.”
    “Mistress,” Tammy repeated, tasting the word. It was sweet on her lips. Perfect. Like something she’d always needed and never known. “I’m your Mistress,” Tammy said, and Miranda nodded.
    “You are my Mistress.”
    Tammy pinched her nipple and groaned, already about to cum. The woman’s voice kept whispering from the speakers, talking about what humiliating things she’d do to her theater slut. Exposing them, using them for all in the theater to see. Is this the kind of stuff Miranda was into? Tammy had never tried any of this BDSM stuff before, but now that she was here all she wanted was to use this totally helpless Miranda before her.
    So with a confident grin Tammy declared, “I’m your Mistress, and you’re my theater slut. Aren’t you?”
    “Yes, Mistress. I’m your theater slut.”
    Tammy couldn’t hold back anymore. She climbed into Miranda’s lap and shoved her tits around her manager’s head. “Suck my tits, theater slut.”
    Miranda’s hands reached up to grope mindlessly at her Mistress. Her mouth kissed absently over Tammy’s breasts until she finally found a nipple. A muffled moan slipped out of her mouth as she sucked her Mistress’ tits with total abandon, her blank eyes shining.
    Tammy threw back her head and moaned loudly. It felt so wrong. So hot. “Cum with me!” she shouted.
    Suddenly Miranda shuddered beneath her, and Tammy looked down in wonder as the hypnotized Miranda came on command. She was so obsessed watching that her own orgasm felt muted in comparison. Like something happening to someone else. Tammy just watched Miranda as the pleasure flooded through her and passed. Then Tammy licked her lips.
    “Cum for me, theater slut.”
    Miranda groaned and her eyes rolled back as she came again. Tammy watched with the exact same sense of awe. “You really are hypnotized. You’ll do anything I say.”
    Miranda rolled her head, blank eyes fluttering. “Not anything. Won’t break… my limits.” She wasn’t awake as she spoke. Almost like the words were bubbling up from her subconscious.
    “But fucking yourself for me and sucking my tits aren’t limits for you, are they?”
    Miranda smiled and melted deeper into her seat. “No, Mistress.”
    “You really are a slut, aren’t you?”
    “Want to be a good theater slut, Mistress.”
    Tammy caressed Miranda’s cheek, the mindless woman rubbing back against her hand like an affectionate pet. “Oh don’t worry, slut. I’m going to make all your dreams come true.”
    Some deep part of Miranda was aware of what was happening. Down deep in the trance she was watching the events in the theater, aware of everything Tammy began to tell her. All the instructions and commands on just how she would use her. 
    This conscious part of Miranda heard and saw everything, and was fucking herself ecstatically. She knew what was in store for her waking self and couldn’t wait to experience it all. What a good slut she would be for her Mistress, Miranda thought to herself as she came again, deep inside her mind.
    And all the while the giant spiral continued to spin on the theater screen above them, twisting and turning as the Mistress programmed her theater slut.

~ ~ ~

Miranda couldn’t believe how well the file had worked. Her memory of the previous night was just a hazy blur of orgasmic bliss. She didn’t even entirely remember coming home, but sure enough she’d woken up the next morning already desperate to cum again for her Mistress.
    Though she was a little surprised the file had made her imagine Tammy as her cruel Mistress.
    Miranda was blushing as she unlocked the door to the theater, cursing that she couldn’t get out of working the early shift. Definitely should have bullied the other manager to cover it, since all Miranda felt like doing was kneeling at home and cumming over and over like a good theater slut. That hypnotic fantasy had been the absolute best of her life. Even picturing Tammy talking down to her and teasing her felt wonderfully natural.
    It made sense in a way. Miranda had expected to fantasize about the hypnotist who’d recorded the file, but she’d never released a picture of herself, just went by the name Lady C. So deep down in the trance, when she needed to picture a hot Mistress to submit to, Miranda probably just picked the first cute face that came to her blank mind. And she’d worked with Tammy right before. And Tammy was incredibly hot.
    Miranda couldn’t help but squirm at the thought of Tammy. 
    “Thank god she’s not working today,” she muttered, not even wanting to imagine what her reaction would be at seeing the real Tammy. In a day or two the infatuation should fade, but if she saw Tammy right now…
    “Morning boss,” an unfortunately timed voice called out.
    She sucked in a breath, and turned to see Tammy walking in the door and shrugging off her coat.
    “T-Tammy? What are you doing here?”
    “Oh I traded shifts with Carla.” The redhead gave a bright, eager smile, the kind she’d never worn to work before.
    Miranda quickly turned away, her heart racing. “Alright. I guess start setting up the concession stand.”
    “On it, boss!” Tammy raced past her, and Miranda could only stare after her in shock. Tammy had never run to get to work before. And then Miranda’s eyes settled on Tammy’s ass in the tight black uniform pants. She bit her lip, unable to stop a memory from last night of Tammy sitting down over her face so that Miranda could eat out her Mistress in the movie theater, like a good theater slut.
    She shook her head, but it was so hard to stop remembering that wonderful night. The best was Tammy cupping her chin at the end, telling Miranda that she’d use her the next day too, so she’d better wear something sexy under her uniform.
    Miranda’s lacy bra and panties suddenly felt totally exposed, as if she weren’t wearing her uniform at all. As if Tammy would take one look at her and see what kind of sexy underwear she was wearing, all because an imaginary version of Tammy had told her to.
    “It wasn’t real,” Miranda told herself, which did nothing at all to help her embarrassed arousal.
    She glanced up and was surprised to see Tammy in front of her, with a smug grin planted on her embarrassed face. “So how’d you sleep, Miranda?”
    The manager looked away, certain she had to be bright red. “Um, just fine.”
    “Oh good, I was worried I wore you out too much last night.”
    “What!?” Miranda clapped a hand over her mouth, then laughed. “Oh yes, we did work late.”
    “I’ll say, but it was totally worth getting home late to have you as my theater slut.”
    Miranda should have felt scared, or embarrassed, anything a normal person would feel at being exposed like this. Instead Miranda moaned as a wave of pure bliss washed over her at the last two words, overriding any other emotions. Theater slut. Miranda swayed on her feet, eyes unfocused as she floated in that pleasure.
    Then reality crashed back in on her and she felt plenty embarrassed and terrified.
    “I- I don’t know what you mean.”
    Tammy frowned.
    “Theater slut, tell me if you touched yourself this morning.”
    The same euphoric feeling swept over Miranda. She smiled obliviously as she said, “As soon as I woke up, Mistress. And again in the shower, and once more as I was getting dressed. I couldn’t stop thinking of how good last night was, Mistress. This theater slut was even going to hide in her office and masturbate hoping no one would notice.”
    Miranda shivered as her mind returned to her. As much as she wanted to hate what she’d just revealed, there was no beating the absolute thrill of exposing herself so completely to Tammy. And that it felt like she’d had no choice but to respond. No, it hadn’t been forced out of her. She’d eagerly added more than what Tammy had asked for. Just like a true slut would.
    “That’s more like it,” said Tammy with a satisfied grin. “And you should definitely fuck yourself in your office, but you must ask me for permission to touch yourself in your office. Understand, theater slut?”
    Miranda gasped and shuddered as pleasure filled her. It was so easy to imagine herself bright red, so horny that her voice would shake as she shamefully asked Tammy if she could fuck herself in her office. And Tammy would wear that same smug grin as she ordered her theater slut to do it. Or maybe Tammy would deny her, tell her that she doesn’t have permission and then Miranda would walk away ashamed and horny and totally helpless.
    Both possibilities were so wonderfully perfect, just out of her fantasies. Miranda clenched her thighs and said, “Yes, Mistress.” Then she freaked out. “Oh fuck, this is real. Oh fuck, I’m really brainwashed. Oh fuck, you’re my Mistress.”
    “You sounded pretty happy about it last night.”
    “But you could make me do anything,” Miranda groaned, all the horrible, wonderful possibilities of her situation racing through her head. Tammy could blackmail her. Use her for anything. And Miranda would have to obey. Totally helpless and-
    “Theater slut, calm down.”
    And she did. Instantly Miranda sucked in a deep breath, all her anxiety and fear and arousal leaving her as if she’d taken the best anti-anxiety drug in the world. A hand landed on her shoulder and Miranda looked calmly back at Tammy. Her cocky expression of dominance was gone, replaced with concern.
    “Easy, Miranda. I was just teasing you, but it looked like you were gonna have a panic attack. Are you okay?”
    “Yeah, I’m pretty calm now. That even knocked the horny out of me.” Miranda felt a shiver or arousal just at the thought that Tammy could order her not to be horny and it would work now, but then looking into Tammy’s eyes made her calm down, just as her Mistress wanted.
    “Good, you had me worried. We could call off messing with you today if it’ll freak you out so much. Maybe I’m rushing this game too much on you.”
    Miranda cocked her head and said, “What do you mean game?”
    “You know? This game where you’re my obedient slut, and I totally tease you and use you? I had no idea you were this kinky until I found you last night, and to be honest I didn’t know I was this kinky myself. But seeing you totally gone like you were last night? How you were so desperate to do whatever I said? That was the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.”
    Even with the hypnotic influence dampening her emotions, Miranda still felt a weird rush of happiness at that. To have someone find out about her deepest fetish and not only accept it, but find it hot too? It was an acceptance that Miranda hadn’t even known she’d wanted so badly.
    “So yeah, maybe I got a little carried away last night. And I guess I just assumed you’d be up for me teasing you today at work. Not enough to get us in trouble, but like when no one’s around I could feel you up, or make you do stuff for me. I don’t know, I was trying to read up on kinky things to do to you so I’m figuring this out as I go. But if you’re legitimately not up for it we could not play. Obviously we won’t do anything you don’t want. You can feel normal and decide what you want,” Tammy added, and Miranda felt that calming heavy weight vanish, returning her back to normal. Miranda stared at Tammy, trying to untangle this mess of emotions she was feeling.
    There was a cute earnestness in her voice that Miranda had never seen in Tammy before. That she was concerned for her safety, and Miranda knew that the redhead would stop if she asked her too. Only it was the genuine sadness in Tammy’s eyes at suggesting that they not play that really got her. Instantly she knew that Tammy wanted to play the part of Mistress just as badly as Miranda wanted to be the obedient theater slut.
    That’s what decided it for her, Miranda would realize later. In any rational state of mind Miranda would have decided to sit down with Tammy, talk about what they wanted and work it through. But seeing how much Tammy wanted her, well…
    What was a theater slut supposed to do but beg to be used?
    “I’m sorry for worrying you. I just thought it was in my head, and then when you really ordered me around, and I realized it was all real, it was too much. But this is exciting. Amazing. I’m already getting horny again, and I’d really like you to tease me.” Then, Miranda added, “Mistress.”
    Tammy grinned. “Well, I suppose I could use you. But it depends.”
    Miranda’s hopes fell. What if she wasn’t good enough to be used? “Depends on what?”
    “On if you wore something sexy like I ordered you to.”
    Now Miranda blushed. At least this was a test she’d already prepared for. 
    “I did,” was all she said, blushing deeply. Miranda balled her fists, excitement rising as she waited for Tammy to order her to show off her embarrassing panties. Except no order came. Tammy just stood there, arms folded under her huge tits with an expectant grin.
    And then Miranda realized what she wanted. “Y-you’re not going to order me?”
    “Oh I could. And you’d do it too, you little slut.”
    Miranda bit back a moan.
    “I wanna see you show me though. If I order you then you’d snap to it and obey right away. But you told me it feels like going on auto-pilot. So I want it to be you that drops your pants right now and shows off for me. Got it, Miranda?”
    Miranda’s fingers shook as she unbuttoned her pants. This was the feeling she’d always craved. Not just being helpless, but wanting to be helpless. Wanting to show off for the woman who’d cruelly tease her and always expect more. The perfect Mistress to bring out the slut in her.
    “Yes Mistress,” Miranda moaned, dropping her pants. She stood there right in the lobby of the theater, wondering if anyone on the street could see her through the glass doors at the front of the theater. But mostly focused on Tammy, staring at the embarrassing pink lace panties she’d bought and never shown to anyone. Tammy licked her lips.
    “Turn around.”
    Miranda made a slow circle, showing off her ass and feeling so worked up that she already wanted to beg to cum.
    “You are so fucking hot,” Tammy muttered, just loud enough that she knew Miranda could hear.
    “T-thank you, Mistress.”
    “Now here’s a command, theater slut.”
    Miranda froze, hypnotic need rising in her. Oh god she was so ready to obey.
    “Go prepare the concession stand for me, and make it quick.”
    Miranda turned, pants still around her ankles and stared at Tammy with complete confusion. Then the need to obey took over, and Miranda started shuffling to the concession stand, struggling to pull up her pants as she growled, “Oh you bitch!”
    “Hey, you told me that I could command you to do anything. And as long as it doesn’t violate what you really want to do, you’d obey.”
    “I meant sexy stuff! Not doing your job for you. I’m not doing it!” Yet even as she said that Miranda was buttoning her pants closed and going behind the concession stand to prep the food. All while Tammy watched with the smuggest possible smile.
    “Seems to me like it’s not against your limits. So I guess you really are going to obey me, theater slut.”
    Miranda hauled up one of the big bags of popcorn kernels and whined. “You suuuuck, Tammy.”
    “That’s ‘You suuuuck, Mistress,’” Tammy gloated as she mimicked her whine. Then she caught Miranda’s eye and winked. “But if you do a quick job setting up, I’ll let you eat me out before we open.”
    Miranda wanted to curse her out, but just having the promise of giving Tammy pleasure used to tease her was just about everything Miranda had wished for. A cruel Mistress to tease and taunt her. Giving her not what Miranda wanted, but what she needed. She still thought making her work concessions was a low blow, she was a manager’s for fucks sake, and yet Miranda couldn’t help carrying the bag to the popcorn machine with a little more energy and eagerness now.
    “That’s a good theater slut,” Tammy said approvingly, and Miranda’s knees shook as she whimpered. “We are going to have so much fun together, boss.”
    Despite her frustration, or maybe because of it, Miranda got even more turned on as she got to doing the grunt work in the concessions stand. And the smile on her face only grew wider and wider at the thought of having to present herself to Tammy, asking for her approval. Begging for the chance to eat her Mistress out. Maybe Tammy would even drop her into trance as she ate her out. Could Tammy drop her into trance on command?
    Miranda was shaking with giddy energy now. Her dream had come true. She was going to be a real theater slut. Now she only wondered what perverted thing her Mistress Tammy would make her do next.