“OH MY GOD! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO ME!” Candice screamed as she looked at me in shock and horror.
“Does it really matter Candy?” I asked in return, calmly and softly.
“Don’t call me that! And of course it matters!” she shouted back at me, though no longer at the top of her lungs.
I could understand her concern. From her perspective, just a moment ago, she’d been sitting across from me in a power suit, her legal pad infront of her, my now ex wife sitting beside her.
She’d been laying out my extra marital affairs, gearing up to hit me with an astronomical settlement offer that she was sure I’d accept given the damage to my reputation she could unleash.
I’d turned it down… flatly, to her utter dismay.
I wasn’t sure how much more she remembered, the process always seemed to mess with short term memory, so when she underwent it the next day, it was likely at least 24 hours of memory loss. After that the process could add or remove memories on demand.
“Tell me the last thing you remember Candy.” I ordered in a commanding tone.
“I… I was…” she furrowed her brow in thought and didn’t even notice her hand slipping down between her legs, “I was… mmmmm… walking toward my car. You’d just… turned my settlement offer down? …aaaaaa…”
She closed her eyes for a moment and then bit her lower lip as her fingers pushed into her pussy.
I nodded and smiled, as I expected, that was only maybe another twenty minutes of memory after I left.
I’d of course known what was coming that day and had reached out to a few of my underworld contacts. They’d picked up Candace and Wendy, my ex, that day after they’d left our settlement conference. I’d let them do with Wendy as they pleased, at least after the new Wendy had signed off on our no-contest divorce and explained to the Judge she just wanted to get on with her life.
She’d brought a new lawyer to court, that I’d found for her, who whole heartedly approved of the new settlement.
After that, I was pretty sure Wendy was working in a brothel somewhere paying off the cost of the process for herself and Candace. That brought a smile to my face every time I thought of it.
“Why…ahhhhh… can’t I… oooooo… stop masturbating?” Candance asked, her eyes closed and her fingers moving faster than before.
“Isn’t that obvious Candy?” I retorted?
“Nugh… no… no it isn’t…”
“Well, maybe not to you Candy. That IQ isn’t very high any more is it Candy? The answer is that your little more than a walking male masturbatory fantasy, so it’s little wonder you tend to masturbate all the time.”
“Oh god… oh god…” she moaned as her free hand came down and took hold of her tits, squeezing and pinching it.
“I mean, they spent the last six months making you this way. Giving you those giant fake tits, pumping up those pencil thin lips you used to have, emptying out that head of yours of all that old useless law stuff, filling it back up with all kinds of sexy naughty thoughts. I’d be disappointed if you weren’t masturbating right in front of me.”
“Please… please…” Candace pleaded as her breathing increased.
“Please what Candy? Tell me what you want.”
“I… oh god… I want you to fuck me! Oh god, I want you to use me! I want you to fucking use me!” she cried out.
I smiled, she was so close, “Come on Candy… you know what I want to hear.”
She whimpered at little, her fingers moving even faster, but never reaching their goal.
Finally the look of desperation on her face faded and a smile appeared, “Candy wants to suck! Candy wants to fuck! Candy wants to be your sexy dolly! giggle“
Her back arched as her orgasm crested, a series of squeals and giggles coming from between her lips, until she slipped off the chair an onto the floor. A few moments later, she crawled over between my legs and got to work at her new job.
