“What’s the matter girls?” I asked as Christine and Gemma and looked a little worried.
“Well… Gemma and I were talking… and…” Christine who’s ripped jeans made her look a little trashy started.
“…and… well.. are you sure this is the only way?” Gemma finished, her more stylish outfit making her look classier.
I put on a warm smile and nodded, “I know it’s asking a lot of you, but yes, it’s the only way.” I replied, holding out my hands and the two unsure girls placed one of their own in each of mine.
As soon as our skin touched, both girls shivered and let out a little coo as their eyes fluttered.
It was a good sign, the programming was still holding well, all they needed was a little push. I squeezed their hands and they both gasped as a wave of pleasure coursed through them.
“The client is too important to lose. It would be a disaster to the company. The company is too important to lose. You’ll do anything for the company, won’t you?” I continued, the last question not a question at all but a statement and I watched their heads nod in agreement.
“Yes Sir! Anything for the company!” they replied in unison and I suppressed a slight chuckle as I let go of their hands and walked around behind them before wrapping my arms around their waists. Their bodies quivered again as my flesh came into contact with theirs and I wiggled my way between them.
“Now Christine…” I said, leaning my head a little towards her, “…you know Mr. Williams has a thing for trashy blondes. You just need to put yourself out there and I’m sure he’ll do the rest. Maybe tell him about how you grew up in a trailer park? Or how you traded blowjobs for grades from your teachers?”
A little whimper came from Christine and she nodded her head.
Of course none of those things were true, she came from an upper-middle class family and graduated with honours.
I turned my head to Gemma, “And Mr. Dorset likes a real high class bitch. The kind that turns their nose up at everything they’re offered as not being good enough… until they’re put in their place of course. Maybe let him know how much you hate men ordering diner for you, or a little about your opinions on misogyny in the workplace.”
Gemma whimpered too, though I suspected more because of how counter to her natural sweet and friendly personality she was being required to depart from.
I paused for just a moment and then gave both their asses a little slap, “Now get out there and close the deal for the company.”
Both girls nearly ran out of the bathroom and into the main area of the office before making a bee line for the two separate conference rooms that held each of their targets.
I walked out a moment later and over towards my own office, sure that the two new clients would be very happy to sign the contracts that I had waiting for them after Christine and Gemma were done with them.
Neither girl knew the contracts were for their own services of course. Christine was destined to be the mistress of Mr. Williams, put up in a trashy apartment in a bad area of town, just waiting for Mr. Williams to drop by. Gemma, on the other hand, would soon be Mr. Dorset’s trophy wife, so full of herself in public, so desperate to be put in her place in private.
As I walked through the mostly empty office space I wondered if I should consider downsizing. It had been a long time since I’d had more than a few employee’s in the office and so much unused space seemed wasteful. I’d had to change my business model during the pandemic, going from a “real” consulting firm with a hundred or so staff on site any given day, to well, as I liked to think of it, a people placement service.
Technically I still had a hundred or so employees, but just like Christine and Gemma, they all worked remotely now.
As I sat in my office, eventually the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh filled the space. First from Christine’s conference room, then from Gemma’s, and I knew both men would be happily signing their contracts in short order.
