Tuesday June 24, 2025

“Oh, Mark, hi!” Miranda said as she pushed back her hair a little and put on her best smile. It was the company summer party, we’d rented out a patio and pool at a local hotel, and she’d been avoiding me most of the day.

“Hey Randi, how are things in…” I asked with a smile, knowing full well the answer.

“Mah… Marketing. They’re good…” she replied with a blush that ended with a little frown.

I knew full well they weren’t good, Jason, the VP of Marketing had been keeping me fully informed of Miranda’s poor performance. There was no surprise in that, she’d been on a steady decline through the ranks of the company for the last six months since I’d ousted her as CEO.

She’d founded the company, but hadn’t been very smart with the investors she took on, losing control of the board and eventually leading to her downfall. She still had an iron clad contract though, guaranteeing her a place in the company, and I wouldn’t have had it any other way.

Her technology to track and manage user preferences on the internet was revolutionary, and always destined to be gobbled up by one of the big players to feed their thirst for data. I’d just gotten to her first and recognized how much more useful it was to me and my algorithm to shape user preferences.

My problem had been that I needed a baseline to start from for my algorithm to really be effective, so Miranda’s data harvesting system was the perfect counterpart.

Of course once I had control of the company and access to the technology, I had to test it, and so Miranda herself was the perfect candidate. Without a few changes, she’d be trying to foil my every move and stab me in the back at her first opportunity.

The good news for me was that, like many inventors, she’d tested her technology on herself as one of the first things she’d done. So I had a very complete, and very accurate, picture of her as she’d corrected the technology until it was giving her perfect results for herself.

It only took two weeks for my algorithm to start to show signs of significant changes in her. A sudden lack of focus, an inability to do the complex work that she’d excelled at for so long, a sudden interest in fashion and makeup.

After a month she had come to me and asked to be reassigned from my COO to something more “interesting” as she put it. I agreed, letting her take a senior manager role in the research and development group.

A month later she was a manager in the finance department.

A month after that she was in sales as a regional representative.

The next month she was a junior sales associated.

Last month she’d been assigned to the marketing department, as what was in reality little more than an entry level position, but officially was an marketing co-ordinator.

During that time she’d changed her look significantly, but in all honesty, all that anyone noticed where her big new tits. She’d gotten them at the end her stint as a regional sales agent, after which she transitioned to the junior sales associate supporting the other sales agents. Really, she was just eye candy for them to show off to the many old misogynistic men that were in charge of purchasing at many of our clients.

I stepped in closer to her and took her champagne flute from her hand, reached around behind her and set it on the table, “You know Randi, I’m hearing good things about you.” I lied.

“You… you have?” she responded in a breathy voice as I was right close to her.

I slipped my arm around her waist and grabbed her ass, “Yes, yes I have. I hear you’re very dedicated to achieving your goals now. Willing to make the changes necessary to make them reality.” I replied, giving her ass a squeeze on the first point, and staring at her tits on the second.

She closed her eyes and let out a little moan, “Yes… yes I am Sir.”

“You know Cynthia retired last week don’t you?” I asked.

Miranda’s eyes went wide and she gasped. Cynthia had been her executive assistant, and had stayed on when I took over. The old battleaxe knew where all the bodies were buried and was ruthless in keeping her job, so I saw no reason to get rid of her at the time.

A slightly larger than normal retirement package had convinced her to step away though.

“Yes, I’m looking for a replacement. Well replacement isn’t quite the right word, no one can replace Cynthia.” I said with a dismissive tone.

“Oh… of course not Sir.” Miranda replied while bowing her head a little.

“Instead I’m thinking of reworking the position a bit. Executive assistant sounds too formal, to important, I’m going to rename it to Secretary to the CEO, what do you think of that?”

“Sec… secretary? I… I…”

“Oh you know, get me coffee, wiggle her ass around the office, be a real air headed floozy.”

This time her moan was louder and longer and she put her hand on my chest, “Yes… yes!” she half whispered.

“I was thinking, if I found the right candidate, you know someone with nice big fake tits they liked to show off, they might even want to work late and impress the boss too.”

Her eyes went wide, she took in a gasp of air, and then her entire body shivered as something clicked inside of her.

“Please Sir, I’ve got big fake tits that I love to show off! Let me be your secretary and I’ll suck your cock, and you can fuck my tits, and you can pound my pussy or ass any time you like! Just let me be your secretary! I need to be your secretary!”

I leaned in and kissed her, she responded in kind, our tongues intertwining as her hands reached down to my crotch to grab for my dick.

I broke off the kiss and pulled back just a bit, “Well you’ve at least earned an interview. I’ve got room 1045 in the hotel, come up in 30 minutes and be prepared to present your best case for why you should be my new secretary.”

“Yes Sir! I will Sir!” she almost squealed and then turned and grabbed her purse, before wiggling her ass towards the hotel lobby to freshen up in the bathroom.

For my part I casually mingled with the other staff members, all of which were in various stages of coming under the control of my algorithm, before I headed up to the room.