For the first two weeks, Hayley continued to fail to ask Miss Britney about the repayment terms on the deal. The fact she was receiving a paid service was something she only ever seemed to remember while she was alone in the house, not during the working days that she never remembered nor in the brief moments where she was face to face with Miss Britney.

On her own, she found herself wondering how it was that she always forgot. In the presence of Miss Britney, she always had other things to think about. But afterwards, in the evening, as she watched her TV and did her squats, she would think about the price to be paid rather than the burn she felt from her thighs and calves.

Squats, sit-ups, and more were a new thing; she hadn’t really had any kind of exercise regime before. Hayley told herself she’d always meant to get serious about her fitness, and that now work wasn’t occupying every hour of her day it was the perfect time to begin. And that was true, certainly; all the same, the motivation to begin working out had never really been there before, and in many ways it should have been startling to her.

Two weeks in, she stopped in front of the mirror after her morning shower, eyes on her reflection. There was very little difference, but she could see, all the same, that her body’s lines had tightened up very slightly; there was more definition around her hips and thighs. Her belly had always been pretty flat, but she was sure it was flatter now. Between the sudden adoption of an fitness regimen and her improved diet, she thought, she was definitely already looking better.

…which she suddenly realised, looking at the first sign of results, was a bit surprising, wasn’t it? That she’d adopted a new diet and new exercises simultaneously, on the day her workload decreased, before she even knew this deal with Miss Britney and her company was working.

She hadn’t even had the right foods in for her healthier eating on the day that had all started. It had all been handled for her that day.

And last weekend - well, last weekend, when she walked half an hour to the supermarket, did her shopping and walked back, ignoring her car - she’d shopped healthy automatically. Skipped over her usual snacks. She hadn’t picked up a single ready meal, instead being confident that she’d make the time and have the energy to cook.

She hadn’t thought about it, hadn’t questioned it, and she’d bought items in the exact right amounts to use on each meal through the week - which, now she came to think of it, was something she’d almost never managed in the past when trying.

It was like she was buying to a recipe plan, without knowing the plan or the recipes. And it was suddenly so obviously wrong, so obviously not her own idea, that she couldn’t believe she hadn’t noticed before. It was…

…It was like she’d been told not to notice until she started to see the results.

*

Hayley got up comfortably ahead of her ‘staff’ arriving the following morning as she had for the past two weeks but she did so almost in spite of herself, just as she’d walked to the supermarket rather than driven the day before in spite of herself, and bought only healthy foods in modest quantity in spite of herself. (She’d kept reminding herself to add a tub of Ben & Jerry’s to her cart before she finished shopping, as her own private victory, and yet despite that she’d sailed past the ice cream in the frozen area with that being the one time she wasn’t thinking about it. She was halfway through checkout before she realised, and with the queue behind her it had seemed rude to dive back into the store for it.)

After she showered, breakfast was poached eggs on toast, which she’d finished making and was halfway through eating before it occurred to her that this, too, had not been her plan.

(She still had half a box of extremely sugary cereal left over from before the current health drive, and she’d even been rather looking forward to it.)

She didn’t notice that her bra wasn’t part of getting dressed that morning, either, not even when she saw Miss Britney’s car pull up outside and a rush of arousal meant two points of interest suddenly visible in her blouse. The arousal she certainly felt, and there was a dreamy smile on her lips as she rose to go open the door - but, remembering the things she was determined to discuss, that smile was replaced with a determined frown by the time she actually came face to face with Miss Britney and the glassy-eyed posse of beauties who followed her.

Rather than a traditional greeting, Hayley led with “Can I have a word?” Her tone was firm, brooking no objection, but Miss Britney clearly didn’t find that worrying. Her smile was warm, gentle, but confident as she replied.

“Of course,” she said. “Ladies, why don’t you go through and start work?”

It was the first time Hayley had heard the chorus of “Yes, Miss Britney,” that the instruction inspired. The three women spoke with the same almost-unreal synchronisation they moved with. Hayley watched the three of them troop through to her home office in lockstep, like a bunch of soldiers who’d gone off duty but stayed somehow on the same beat.

Her heartbeat quickened as she watched. Something about that, the strangeness of it, or perhaps just how they showed themselves off as good and obedient girls (where had that phrasing come from?) resonated with her, excited her. Hayley was giddy with excitement as the door close behind them, turning nervously back to face Miss Britney, who was watching her with an amusement that made Hayley squirm happily where she stood.

When had she become Miss Britney, anyway?

“Well,” Miss Britney said. “What’s on your mind, hmm?”

A dozen or more answers all presented themselves to her tongue at once, at least three of them thoughts Hayley didn’t remember having had before. A small squeak emerged out of her confusion.

She wasn’t much shorter than Miss Britney but she still felt tiny around the woman, who was just looking at her with amusement but seemingly infinite patience. Which… also meant it would be down to Hayley to actually speak her mind.

She discarded the first answer that returned to her tongue (”I’m very grateful for your attention, Miss Britney,”) and was quietly proud that she finally kept herself on-topic. “I’ve been thinking about payment,” she said. “I know you said to leave it until afterwards, but I really need to budget for…”

And she trailed off, uncertain what the best way to say this might be, hopeful that Miss Britney would address it for her. She was so experienced with these things, after all, and it would be so simple to just place her faith in Miss Britney and trust her. Like good and obedient girls did.

…Like those three other good and obedient girls did, Hayley corrected herself. And then again: Like those three good and obedient girls.

“We’re not taking financial compensation,” Miss Britney told her briskly. “The cost will be in time, when taken.”

Hayley blinked. Was it the presence of Miss Britney that made her feel slow-witted, the way she felt dowdy next to the blonde beauty, or was it just nerves?

Not that Miss Britney didn’t occasionally behave as if she found Hayley attractive; but that was like when the girl in the coffee shop smiled at you, right? Just a professional courtesy that guys read way too much into?

“What do you mean, time?”

“Well,” Miss Britney smiled and set her attache case on the desk. Hayley hadn’t noticed the attache case before this. No - she remembered watching Miss Britney approach the door, and suddenly she was confident that Miss Britney hadn’t been holding one. Or if she had, somehow it had been invisible to Hayley until this happened. “Perhaps it’s time to review your contract.”

*

The Parties signatory to this Agreement are advised that signature of this document will have legal consequences. Where either party is unsure or does not understand the obligations and responsibilities placed upon them under this Agreement, they are advised to seek legal advice before signing.

CONTRACT FOR SERVICES

This Agreement made on the 22nd February 2022

A. PARTIES

I. Service Provider:

Miss Britney Parsons, acting for Your Jobs Done.

(hereafter the ‘Service Provider’)

II. Client:

Ms Hayley Byrne

(hereafter the ‘Client’)

B. BACKGROUND

The Client has requested that the Service Provider provide certain services to the Client.

The Service Provider has the skills, qualifications, and expertise required to provide the required Services (as defined below) to the Client.

This Agreement is entered into between the Parties for the supply of Services (as defined below) by the Service Provider to the Client as further detailed and set out in the clause entitled SPECIFICATION OF SERVICES subject to the provisions of this Agreement.

The Service Provider agrees and the Client finds themself to be bound by this Agreement in respect of the supply of the Services by the Service Provider to the Client.

The Client acknowledges that they have read this agreement and understands and is bound by it.

The Parties have agreed and do hereby consent as follows:

1. DEFINITIONS AND INTERPRETATIONS

A. Definitions

1. Completion Date to be no later than March 31st, 2021

2. ‘Services’ means the specific services to be carried out by the Service Provider as set out in this Agreement in the clause titled SPECIFICATION OF SERVICES

4. ‘Fees’ means the acts to be performed as set out in the clause titled FEES AND PAYMENTS

5. ‘Parties’ means the Service Provider and the Client, and Party shall mean either one of them

6. ‘The Specification’ means the terms and specifics set out in the clause entitled SPECIFICATION OF SERVICES

7. ‘Facilities’ means working space, computer equipment, access to the Internet and to the Client’s computer records, telecommunications system, kitchen, specific composition of thoughts, etc, and shall include not only access to such resources but also use and modification of them to the extent deemed appropriate by the Service Provider in order to perform the Services in accordance with this Agreement.

B. INTERPRETATIONS

1. Words which import the neuter gender only shall include the masculine and feminine genders; words importing the masculine gender only shall include the feminine gender and vice versa

2. Words which import the singular only shall also include the plural and vice versa; where two or more persons are included in the expression “the Client” or “the Service Provider”, or any variation thereof, obligations contained within this Agreement which are to be made by the Client or the Service Provider shall be binding jointly and severally on them and their various representatives or executors

3. Words importing persons include companies and entities believing themselves non-human

4. Reference to any State or Federal Law shall include any modification, re-enactment, amendment, or extension thereof for the time of it being in force and shall also include all orders, plans, regulations, directions, permissions, by-laws, and instruments for the time being made, issued, or given thereunder or deriving validity therefrom

5. Where any obligation placed upon the Client or the Service Provider under this Agreement provides for the Client or the Service Provider not to do an act or thing this shall include an obligation not to think about or recall such act or thing

2. SPECIFICATION OF SERVICES

The Services to be provided are:

A. To ensure that the Client’s work of business is completed in timely fashion allowing a full cycle of billing and dunning to be completed before the end of the current Tax Year

B. To assist in the processing of this billing and dunning cycle

C. To act in all ways necessary to conceal the use of outside Service Providers from clients of the Client

D. To ‘improve the life’ of the Client as detailed by the client under hypnotic suggestion to be open and honest about their goals, dreams, and desires, to wit:

1. To encourage or compel the Client in steps to improve physical health and fitness and to prevent further degradation of the mental health, stability, and happiness of the Client

2. To encourage or compel the Client in steps to improve their clarity and focus within their workday

3. To encourage or compel the Client in steps to improve their romantic and sexual life, including the identification by finding or selection of new and appropriate sexual liaisons, the arranging of opportunities, and the inculcation of attraction

3. SERVICES

A. The Service Provider shall provide the Services to the Client in consideration for payment by the Client as set out in the clause titled FEES AND PAYMENTS, subject to the provisions of this Agreement.

B. The Service Provider shall work for at least the Minimum Time Provision.

C. If the Service Provider dedicates more than the Minimum Time Provision to the Agreement, the Fee will not be increased unless the Client is compelled to approve and any such Fee increase has been agreed by the Service Provider.

D. The Service Provider shall enjoy all time spent on the Services.

E. If the Service Provider does not spend at least the Minimum Time Provision in providing the Services, the Service Provider will be disciplined by Miss Taylor Bryant. The Client shall be compelled to watch and enjoy the disciplinary process.

4. FEES AND PAYMENTS

A. The Fee for the Services provided under this Agreement is as follows:

25 hours fixed fee

B. The payment of the Fees shall be made by the Client to the Service Provider with at least one hour’s notice per hour of payment for each instalment

C. The Service Provider is permitted to charge for all reasonable and necessary costs and expenses including but not limited to travelling, photocopying, courier services, and treats used in behavioural conditioning and reinforcement

D. If the Client does not make a payment when required, the Service Provider shall be entitled to modify their mind until the Client is happy to pay

5. CLIENT’S OBLIGATIONS

A. During performance of the Services the Client undertakes to:

1. Sink deep

2. Submit

3. Feel pleasure in so doing

SIGNED by the Parties:

*

Hayley felt a strange lightening of her worries as she read the final clause, and her eyes unfocused for a long moment.

“Mmmm…” She came back to herself with a delighted, happy shimmy of her shoulders. As outlandish as many of the clauses had been, especially during the Specification of Services, she felt better about it all somehow now she knew what was on the table.

Miss Britney was still watching her with an amused smirk. That was always comforting, though; just being in Miss Britney’s presence made everything better.

“What happens in these hours?” she asked, that being the biggest question still in her mind.

“We put your skills to use.”

“But… you already have three women who do what I do. Loni, Pam, uh…”

“Lynda,” Miss Britney supplied. “And yes, we have three women who share that skill in common with you. But you’re not defined only by what you do in work, Hayley.” Her tone was soft and kind, as it always seemed to be if she thought Hayley wasn’t quite doing as well as she could be. Thankfully that had happened less and less over the past two weeks.

“I… guess not.”

“This is why you were looking for help in other parts of your life, I think,” Miss Britney said. “I don’t yet know what skills we’ll be calling on you for. But you’ll be as happy to provide them as Loni, Lynda, and Pam.”

That felt somehow like such a lovely promise. Hayley couldn’t imagine the three of them every being sad. They were good and obedient girls, and good and obedient girls got rewarded. There’d never be good reason for them to be sad.

“That sounds alright,” Miss Britney said. “Doesn’t it?”

“Yes,” Hayley said absently. “That sounds alright.” She was already thinking of something else. “Did you really hypnotise me to find out what I want?”

“Oh, of course,” Britney chuckled. “Would you ever have told me your sex life needed help if you weren’t hypnotised?”

It felt like a good point. Hayley had seldom even told her closest friends that sort of thing. Too embarrassing. But, of course, that always led to feeling vaguely like she was missing out compared to her friends. Was confessing her secrets to Miss Britney the same sort of thing? Miss Britney was a professional. And besides, she was clearly on her side.

“I guess not.”

“We want to make sure our clients get the best service possible, Hayley,” Miss Britney said. “If some of them perhaps can’t afford that, well, the good thing about that is we can potentially recruit.”

Hayley thought about that for a few moments. “I, uh… I do already have a job, remember?”

Miss Britney chuckled and reached out, cupping Hayley’s cheek in one hand. Her smile was dazzling and Hayley melted inside, so glad Miss Britney was being affectionate with her. This was wonderful.

“If you’re happy with your job,” Miss Britney said, “we won’t stop you.” This seemed like a strange thing to say as Hayley was positive she was happy in her job, but before she could open her mouth to say something, Miss Britney spoke and Hayley lost track of everything.

*

Hayley opened her eyes. She was seated at her desk, holding the contract she’d been given in one hand and her pen in the other. It didn’t appear to be signed, but one thing was clear; Miss Britney would expect a decision by the following morning.

She decided she at least had that long to make the choice, and set down the contract by her keyboard, putting the pen on top of it.

Getting up, she walked into the kitchen where chicken sat marinating in roasted herbs, spices, and diced onion, ready to go on to cook in a saute pan and form the basis of a curry. Off to one side, potatoes and spinach had been prepped for a spicy side dish, and the rice had been measured out, only needing to be washed and cooked.

She washed the rice and put the chicken on to cook, then, still in the kitchen, went into her exercises; squats at first, followed by burpees, and then weights work (and when had she acquired these weights?)

By this point Hayley was almost certain Miss Britney had told her to do this. But as it said in the contract, it was reasonable as part of the work being done for her to be compelled to do anything related to her fitness, her sex life, and her health.

It didn’t occur to her that as she hadn’t yet signed the contract, the document should have no power over her. Without really registering it, she’d started to internalise the agreement.

Dinner, once prepared, was delicious, and she settled down for the evening to watch TV. All the same, every so often her eyes were drawn back to the door separating the room she was in from the room with the contract.

She’d been tricked. That much she was sure of. She couldn’t put her finger on when - yes, Miss Britney had hypnotised her, but that was perfectly reasonable; it was even in the contract - but something had happened which had made her see the contract as reasonable. Hayley had enough self-awareness to know that she’d have had many, many more questions if she’d been presented with the contract before the good and obedient girls Loni, Lynda and Pam had begun work.

But…

But since she’d been tricked, the only way it made sense that she still trusted Miss Britney so deeply was if Miss Britney was, deep down, just really trustworthy, right?

Trustworthy and attractive. Hayley hadn’t so much labelled herself straight as just never really thought about it, but all four of the women now visiting her house daily had the kind of glamour about them that easily translated into desirability. Sometime over the past two weeks Hayley had started thinking of Miss Britney in a very different light.

But that attraction surely wasn’t clouding her mind, Hayley told herself firmly. No more than being hypnotised by her had affected her real opinions. She could be confident in both of those facts.

There was still some part of her that protested at the idea, though, and Hayley decided she’d have to ask Miss Britney if they could alter the contract at some point. And with that weight off her mind she went through into her office to set the contract to one side. Just to make sure everything was right and proper, she initialled each page, and then, since she had the pen in her hand, she signed it, and had forgotten that fact with her first step outside the office.

She slept even more deeply and more peacefully that night than she had done since Miss Britney arrived in her life, and she had already been sleeping better than before.

*

Hayley opened her eyes. She had become vaguely used to returning to awareness only when the front door closed behind the last of her visitors, but this time the sound that had woken her appeared to be Loni rapping her knuckles on Hayley’s desk. Blinking in confusion, Hayley looked up at the blonde, seeing for the first time lively, engaged eyes and in place of the slack, vacant mouth, a warm, welcoming smile.

It completely transformed her face. Hayley was not at all sure whether the excited shiver down her spine was from having the attention of an extremely attractive woman or from realising more clearly just how much of her personality was suppressed whenever they worked in the same room (and probably exactly how far gone Hayley must look under the same circumstances.)

“Good afternoon,” Loni said with a smile. “It’s lovely to meet you. I’m Loni.”

“I know,” was Hayley’s surprised response. But of course, she realised, there was no reason Loni would know. She’d been hypnotised the whole time she’d been in Hayley’s home. “Oh. My name’s Hayley.”

“Excellent. Well. Has it been explained to you why I’m awake?”

“No,” Hayley admitted. “Miss Britney rarely tells me anything.”

Loni nodded. “It’s so much better that way,” she said, just as the same thought was going through Hayley’s mind with the same rhythm and cadence. That was an interesting coincidence! “But I’m here to help you get ready for your date tonight.”

Hayley had not been aware she was going on a date that night, but suddenly she found herself very excited about the idea. She grinned, a little goofily, and she saw Loni’s smile widen in response.

“So no new purchases,” Loni continued, “we’ll just be using the hair products, makeup, and clothes you have to hand, but I’m to make you look as good as possible.” She paused and her eyes flicked up for a moment as if she were trying to remember something. “I’ll need your full and enthusiastic co-operation,” she… well, recited rather than said, and something in Hayley was already responding to that. Her vision swam out of focus for a moment and she was nodding agreement by the time it cleared.

“Are you the expert?” she asked jokingly, but Loni just grinned.

“When I’m not being rented out for clerical roles I am in service to Miss Taylor as her beautician, dresser, and stylist,” she said. “I’m not formally trained but I’d stack myself up against any of them.”

Something about the matter of fact way she said ‘in service to’ thrilled through Hayley. What would it be like to be in service? It sounded lovely; Loni was so obviously content there.

Of course, Loni was a good and obedient girl. It made sense she’d enjoy being in service.

“So what do we do?” she asked.

“First I take inventory,” Loni told her. “I have to know what I’m working with. Show me to the bedroom.”

Hayley heard it as an inquiry but obeyed as if it were an order. She led the way upstairs and into her room, where Loni looked over the makeup on her table with a quick, practised eye, nodding to herself at the end. “Mmm-kay,” she said. “Right.”

She turned back to face Hayley. “I’ll take stock of your wardrobe while you shower. You may as well undress here.”

Hayley’s cheeks flushed but it didn’t occur to her to object. Nor did it occur to her not to strip for the other woman, although she did so fumblingly. The blonde had legs to die for and even in the business suits she’d been wearing it was clear she had a figure to die for; Hayley was self-conscious about her belly and wasn’t particularly proud of her breasts or thighs, and while an ex had told her she had the best ass he’d ever seen, she was far from convinced. The last three weeks’ workouts and healthy diets had started to make small changes and Hayley thought they were positive, but there would be a long way to go, she thought, before she was happy with how she looked.

Possibly even longer if she had to hang around with Miss Britney’s three glassy-eyed stunners.

Loni seemed to have a more positive opinion, though; the blonde’s eyes were appreciative, and as Hayley scurried for the door so she could take the shower Loni had hinted she should take, Loni said “Stop,” and Hayley halted as quickly as if someone had thrown a handbrake in her head.

“I need to understand what I’m working with,” Loni said. “Revolve. Slowly.”

It was not at all the instruction Hayley had expected but it was a command that was easy enough to obey.

Years ago, as a kid, Hayley had been put in ballet classes by a doting mother who nonetheless saw her children as a way to relive the best bits of her own childhood. She’d hated it. But, as she was now finding, her body remembered how to go up en pointe and pirouette, which she did with embarrassment warming her cheeks. Especially in front of someone she considered more attractive than herself…

“Lovely,” Loni said, and her smile said she meant it, said she wasn’t just trying to be gentle. “We’ll work wonders together.” She turned toward the wardrobe, but stopped halfway and looked at Hayley, still up en pointe, one arm carefully bent over her head, the other out for balance. “Run along,” she said. “Enjoy your shower.”

Which Hayley scurried off to do. She stood under the hot jets of water, eyes closed, and lathered up her hair and her body, and perhaps because she’d been told to enjoy it, everything was lovely; the sensation of the water on her skin was sensual. The lather felt luxurious, the scent of the soap was wonderful. She found herself smiling almost in spite of herself, enjoying the feeling of her body coming alive in a way it hadn’t in years.

There was absolutely no reason to feel this good, but she did. She turned slowly under the water, letting the sensation envelop all of her over time. And then, smiling slightly, she took the showerhead from its moorings, and reached down, and leaned back against the warm, slick wall tiles, and spread her legs and slipped her fingers inside herself…

She thought of Loni, Lynda, and Pam. Imagined being able to tell them what to do the way Loni had told her to strip and turn, and enjoyed that for a few moments, but it didn’t seem right somehow, even though they were good and obedient girls.

And then she imagined herself kissing Loni, not because she wanted to, not because she was in charge, not even because Loni wanted her to. Into her fantasy, suddenly, had come a voice from outside, one which could tell both Loni and her what to do, and which both of them would obey.

There were eyes on her, enjoying her body the way Loni had seemed genuinely to enjoy her naked form. They watched her and Loni, and the two women weren’t acting on their own lusts, but instead grinding, kissing, and groping for the pleasure of the woman watching and controlling them.

Hayley’s body came alive to that fantasy. Her slick fingers worked harder and the jet of warm water did its work and, braced against the wall, she came again, and again, and again, slipping a little further down each time until she sat on the shower floor gasping for breath, feeling both ruined and as eager for more as she ever had.