“How’s the new batch coming along?” Tom asked as he walked up beside me and we both looked at the three latex clad women cycling on the stationary bikes.
“Not bad, still a ways to go, but should be ready by the end of the month… does that work for you?” I replied back.
“That’s perfect! I’ve got two buyers already lined up and that will give me time to find a third. That one in the middle looks a little… chunky still though.” Tom replied as he stroked his chin.
“Don’t worry about it, she’s on double workouts until she gets down to spec. She’ll be ready for whatever post purchase processing the clients want.” I replied.
Tom nodded and then gave me a pat on the shoulder, “Great, wouldn’t doubt you for a moment.” he replied and then walked off towards the front office.
As he did so a cute little blonde holding a clipboard walked over to me, “Excuse me Sir.” she said in a professional tone.
“Yes Michelle?” I asked.
“I have the new member profiles you asked for Sir.” she replied and handed me the clipboard with a stack of paper clipped into it.
I flipped through the first few pages with a smile, “I put the most promising ones on the top Sir.” Michelle interrupted my flipping and I smiled and nodded at her.
“Very good. I’ll take a closer look confirm which ones to offer the ‘VIP’ access to.” I said and she nodded and then turned and walked back to the pubic part of the gym.
I stood there for a moment longer, watching the latest brainwashed drones happily spinning away as the earpieces filled their heads with the programming I’d assigned to each of them. Then I turned and headed back to my office to go over the profiles, I was sure Michelle had done her job well, after all, that was how I’d programmed her.
I flopped down into my chair and started going through the profiles, the first few were in deed the most promising. Young, in reasonably good shape already, with little social media footprint, and none with prominent careers.
However it was one of the profiles near the end that caught my attention.
Grace was her name, we’d gone to university together, well, at least at the same time, and she’d gotten me kicked out for my less than ethical approach to my research. Of course, it was that exact unethical research that had lead me to perfect my brainwashing techniques, so in some ways I should have been thanking her.
Perhaps I would remember to do that after I’d transformed her into my personal sex drone… but I doubted it.
I smiled and reached over to my phone, hit the intercom to the front desk where Michelle picked up immediately.
“Yes Sir?” she asked.
“I’m leaving four profiles for you to start with, I’m marking one as urgent so pay special attention to that one.” I replied.
“Yes Sir, of course Sir.” she replied before I hung up and took the four profiles and set them on my desk beside the rest that remained on the clipboard.
Grace lifted the dumbbells over her head, struggling to do so, but she had to, she simply had to.
A little shiver ran through her at that though, she was sure why, but ever since she’d joined the new gym she’d been so much more focused than before.
Even now, her body drench in sweet, the latex outfit trapping it in, her pussy moist and tingling, as she watched herself in the wall of mirrors in front of her, she simply had to keep going.
Again and again, until her arms finally gave out and she couldn’t do it again. She let her arms hang at her sides for a moment before bending down and setting the dumbbells on the floor. She paused for a moment to catch her breath, eyes closed, squatting there, desperately wanting to pick up the dumbbells once more, but knowing it was no use.
“Hey, looking good there Grace!” a chipper voice said from beside her and she opened her eyes to see Michelle standing just to her side.
The petite blonde looked like she was right out of a fitness magazine, toned, thin, and with a large set of breasts.
“Uh… thanks.” Grace managed to stutter back.
“You look exhausted, you know we’ve got a massage room in the back, if you want I could give you a rub down.” Michelle asked, though to be honest it sounded more like a command.
“That… that would be nice.” Grace managed to get out, and then followed Michelle through the main gym area, back into a hallway, and into a part of the building she’d never seen before.
Michelle led her into a room, the promised massage room, and before she knew it she was face down on the massage table, still in her latex, and Michelle’s hands were roaming all over her body.
When her hands “accidentally” brushed up against her pussy, Grace couldn’t help but let out a little moan and buck her hips slightly.
“You like that huh?” Michelle half asked, but before Grace could reply Michelle had already started rubbing her pussy through the latex outfit.
Grace gasped and then moaned and before she knew it her voice was filling the room, “Oh god, oh god, I’m such a needy little cunt… keep rubbing my pussy… I need it! I need it!”
It wasn’t long before Grace was orgasming and her world filled with bliss before she passed out from the pleasure.
Grace walked into my office, the pink latex hugging her body perfectly as she stopped in front of my desk and took a pose.
“Hello Grace, how are you?” I asked.
“Very well Sir, thank you for asking.” she replied.
I nodded and smiled, “Do you know what’s happened to you?” I continued.
“Oh yes Sir, you’ve made me into your perfect little fuck toy.” she replied.
“And how does that make you feel?”
She smiled and pushed her tits out a little farther, “Very happy Sir. Not only can’t I wait for you to use my body in any way you want, but I’m also so very happy to have been proven wrong all those years ago. You are simply the most brilliant man alive today and you had, and have, every right to treat everyone else as subjects for you to improve with your experiments.”
I nodded, then stood up and walked around my desk to the couch on the other side of my office. I took a seat, spread my legs, and then tapped my thigh, “Well in that case, let’s see how much I’ve improved those previously non-existent cock sucking skills of yours.”
Grace smiled, wiggled her way over between my lets, then sunk to her knees as her fingers worked my pants until she could wrap her lips around my shaft.
I of course recognized my programming at work, but even so, there was just something extra satisfying about watching Grace suck my dick knowing that she’d be doing it over and over again.
