“Hey… hey, did you hear about Stacey? She’s sleeping with her boss!” Tammy said in a half whisper as she leaned over the table towards me.
I tried as hard as I could not to laugh out loud, Stacey sleeping with Tom was the worst kept secret in the office. Not just because Stacey was a terrible lier, but because they could be heard going at it in Tom’s office almost every lunch hour!
“No, that can’t be… Tom would never jeopardize his career by making a pass at Stacey.” I replied, the sarcasm dripping from my voice going right over Tammy’s head.
Tammy shook her head and leaned in ever closer, whispering like it she was letting me in on a secret of national importance, “No… no, the way I heard it was that she make a pass at him!”
I raised an eyebrow and smiled, that was technically the truth, but not the whole truth, not by a long shot.
You see, Tom wasn’t some young hot shot manager on his way up the corporate ladder, beating off the women with a stick… no, he was a middle aged man, with a few extra pounds, riding out his time to retirement in a nice cushy low end management position.
Stacey on the other hand, had joined the company as his assistant almost a year ago, eager to climb the corporate ladder herself. Professional power suits, modestly styled brown hair, minimal makeup, sensible shoes, but a complete inability to hide the amazing rack she sported, so that was the one thing she leaned into a little.
Of course these days the only thing that remained was the rack. Short mini skirts, towering heels, tight tops with plunging necklines, heavy makeup, and a stunning mane of platinum blonde hair was her daily attire now.
Tammy wasn’t as far along, sure she’d changed too, but she’d only started at the company three months ago reporting to me. I’d seen the potential in her, and she had started to show it about a month ago. She’d stopped pulling her hair back into a pony tail, she’d gotten some lips filler, and her outfits had gotten more form fitting. She’d even started flirting with me, including the now standard after work drinks that we were having.
“Well, I guess if she propositioned him, then it would be alright. I mean, it might be a little unexpected for a subordinate to make such an aggressive move… but not completely unheard of.” I replied.
At the word subordinate Tammy gasped slightly as her eyes rolled back in her head for a moment and her eyes flickered, then a wide smile crossed her lips.
“You think so?” she asked nervously, “You think it would be… be alright for a su… sub… subordinate… oh… moan… to do that?” she asked as she started to play with her hair.
“Yes, I think so. Of course they’d have to realize what they were getting into. They’d have to be completely and totally dedicated to their superior. For their superior to take on a subordinate in that way, well, there could be no question about their roles or what was required.”
Tammy’s whole body quivered as I spoke and I could see the subliminal programming that had been bombarding her for months triggering the appropriate responses to my words.
Just like Stacey had been programmed into the perfect blonde bimbo titty fuck machine, I’d been dreaming of the day that Tammy would complete her programming to be my perfect face fuck friend.
As soon as she’d walked into the interview I’d been dreaming of grabbing hold of hear head and slamming my dick into her mouth. I don’t know exactly why, maybe it was something in the way she’d smiled at me during the interview… or maybe I was just a bastard, I didn’t really know.
In the end it didn’t really matter, in another week or two I was sure I’d arrive at work and find her under my desk begging to suck my dick when I sat down.
After recovering for a moment, Stacey downed the last of her drink and blushed, “I… I should go home… gotta be up early int the morning.” she said and then stood up and made a bee line for the exit.
This time I couldn’t help but let out a low chuckle. There was no way she wasn’t rushing home to stuff a dildo between her lips and masturbate to the idea of it being my dick.
I waved the waiter over to pay for the drinks, putting it on the expense account of course. My job had several perks, but none better than being able to choose our own assistants and make them into anything we wanted… at least as long as they could still do their work.
Working for a company that specialized in brainwashing and mental manipulation wasn’t the career path I’d thought I’d have… but I couldn’t really complain.
