Nikki Garrison pressed pink tipped French nails onto the phone’s interface. The phone number has been burned into her mind during the weekly wireless programming treatment that the 17 year old Chattelbot received each Friday afternoon. By the time Andrew Rollins’ secretary answered the phone, the busty brunette had forgotten the phone number. Her chestnut eyes narrowed, “may I speak to Mr. Rollins, please?”

On hold for a few minutes waiting for him to get off another call, she observed Theresa Chambers heading into the back with Mr. Scott. Nikki was so happy that the curvy blond was going to receive her first treatment today. Theresa had been subliminally indoctrinated for three weeks so far and, based on her behavior in the Perfect Little Angels salon, was well on her way to slavery.

Nikki’s first treatment had been five months ago. Before that, she had been an out of control party girl who embarrased her family numerous times with her moral failings. After her father, a judge, transferred to Horizon Falls, she and her mother had been kidnapped and sent to a clinic in Europe for reprogramming. At first, she had actively resisted but after a week of reprogramming she had broken and eagerly accepted her new role. The busty, 34DD, brunette had the looks of a super model and the body of a porn star without any of the surgery. No man had met her father’s asking price for the girl yet; until then she would happily serve the community of Horizon Falls in the salon.

Her attention directed back to Mr. Rollins as he answered the phone politely. They had spoken a few times on the phone in the past weeks while Theresa began her descent into slavery. “Hello, Mr. Rollins. Theresa is here and has begun her treatment, Sir.”

“Good girl,” Andrew began. “How is she doing so far?” He spoke very gently and kindly. Nikki was a sweet girl who would make a great wife for someone a bit closer to her own age.

“She seemed a little tenative at first, but once Mr. Scott spoke to her she was much more compliant.” The brunette blinked a few times. “A few minutes ago, she went into the backroom to see Mrs. Anderson, Sir.”

Andrew stared at his computer screen for a moment while a few emails came in. “Good girl. Nikki, thank you for reporting into me. I want you to get back to your work.”

Nikki nodded. “Yes, Sir.” The end of a fingernail rubbed her thigh. Pleasing a man gave her an immense amount of pleasure. Her gaze moved towards Mindi for a second as the girl bent over to clean a spot on the floor.

Andrew smiled. “Now, you keep being a good girl at Perfect Little Angels. We will get you a husband soon. Once Theresa and I are engaged, I think you, Mindi, and Harmony will make great maids of honor.”

Nikki’s eyes lit up. “I’d love to be in the wedding!” She thought about her friend Harmony, who she danced with at the Horizon Falls gentlemen’s club once a week. But then she frowned. “But Theresa isn’t ready yet.” Then her eyes lit up again. “But she will be soon!”

Andrew laughed a bit, scratching at his goatee. Nikki had the looks of a super model and the brain of a mailbox. She was very enthusiastic though, which he really enjoyed. Girls should be proud of embracing their natural place under the control of a man. “Well, I need to get back to work here. Keep me informed, little angel.”

The brunette sighed with joy at a trigger phrase. “Thank You, Sir. I will call again soon.” She hung up the phone and then picked it up again to answer another incoming call.

Mr. Scott led Theresa to the back of the Perfect Little Angels salon where a young lady waited for them. The blond girl, whose name tag read “Marci” was visably pregnant and had the healthy glow of impending motherhood. She cheerfully smiled at her brother and the most recent girl to be given a treatment at Perfect Little Angels. She remembered back to her first treatment and how terrified she’d been back then. Now, the soon to be mother couldn’t imagine what life would have been like without Horizon Falls.

“Theresa,” Mr. Scott began, “this is Marci Anderson, my sister. As you can see,” he glanced over at Marci’s large tummy, “she is about to become a mother for the first time. In fact, today is her final day at Perfect Little Angels. She is married to the superintendent of Horizon Falls’ school, so once the baby is born she will be going on permanent maternity leave.” He gestured to Theresa to sit down so Marci could begin her manicure. Turning towards the rest of the salon, he turned back again briefly. “I have business to take care of in my office; your boyfriend paid for the full details, so make sure you get them. It’s important you look good for him. Looking your best is important for girls; drop by before you leave so I can see the results of your treatment.”

Theresa blushed and nodded to him as he left. She held out her hands so Marci could begin the manicure. “So, you are ending your career to stay at home with your child?”

Marci smiled softly. “Today is my last day working at Perfect Little Angels. I am going to be a stay at home mother! Women belong at home; it is our duty to take care of our husband’s home and his children.”

Theresa smiled, making sure she didn’t move while her nails were done. “Lately, I am have begun to really agree with that. My ex-husband left me and I really lost control of my daughter because I work so much.”

Marci frowned. “Even if a man leaves, it is still a woman’s duty to raise them right. I read that in a book once.”

“Oh!” Theresa began, “you mean Annie Vandevelde?. I’ve been listening to that all week!”

Marci squeeled with joy. “I listened to that book right after we got back from the honeymoon in Europe. Annie really helped me to right my attitudes. Once I got pregnant, all of her ideas really settled into me. I’d love to meet her someday.”

“I wish I could stay home,” Theresa began to say quickly, “if I get married again, I am going to be a homemaker.” Marci did not answer as she worked on the girl’s left hand. Theresa stopped speaking and slowly fell into a trance as the background music subliminals melted into her mind. She remained silent, eyes distant, while the pregnant manicurist did her finger and toe nails.

What seemed like moments passed, when Theresa blinked. She was in the same room, but her manicure and pedicure were done. Both fingers and toes were a dark pink, the fingers with a pretty acrylic design. A sense of satisfaction with Marci’s work overcame her. “It’s important to always look my best for Andrew,” she mused to herself.

What stunned her, however, was what she saw when she looked in the mirror. Her hair had been dyed brown and permed. How did this happen? Had she doozed off? Surely not enough time had elapsed for Marci to do all of this.

The new brunette looked at herself in the mirror again. Her makeup had also been changed, the old scrubbed off and new applied. The shades were perfect, great colors she could never find herself on her own. What distrubed Theresa the most, however, was that most of the salon was empty. Only one girl remained cutting hair. Nikki was still upfront, on the phone with someone. Looking outside, she noticed that it was now dark. Three or four hours must have elapsed.

Suddenly, Marci came back into the room. “Oh, hello. You doozed off a bit so I just went ahead and did the rest of your treatment. I hope you don’t mind?” She looked unnervingly casual about this. Her hand moved to her stomach; a baby kick made her sigh.

Theresa wasn’t sure what to say. Her new look was wonderful, but she wished to have been awake for it! “I just wish you’d have consulted with me a bit more about it.” For some reason, she wasn’t that bothered about it once she thought more on the matter.

“Oh,” Marci tenatively began, “Mr. Rollins was clear about what he wanted for you. I didn’t really see a problem with it. He sent specific directives which I tried to follow to the letter. Today is my last day and I want to leave being my best.” Softly, she smiled, happy to do her work well.

“Wait, what Andrew wanted? What about me?” Theresa scoffed in amazement.

Before Marci could retort, her brother came back to her station in the salon. “Ah, little angels, how are we doing?” He gave Marci a slight nod.

Marci yawned and touch her stomach. “I am very tired and happy to be going home, Sir.”

“Good girl. You’re going to make a great homemaker.” Christopher Scott beamed with pride. His little sister had made a wonderful chattelbot and wife for his friend.

“Yes, Sir.” Marci smiled proudly.

Theresa, mind dulled by the trigger phrase spoke by Mr. Scott, had just noticed something which troubled her. “Why do you call your brother Sir, Marci?”

Marci looked to her brother and then back at Theresa. “Because it is important to be respectful to men, if you want to be treated like a lady. Men work so hard to provide for us girls, they deserve it!” She smiled proudly. “Being treated like a lady is important.”

Theresa mouthed the subliminal, brainwashed into her mind for weeks. “I want to be a lady, like you.” Something in the back of her mind said this was wrong, but the thought was chased away.

Mr. Scott smiled and clapped loudly from the doorway. “Good girls.” He turned to Marci, who smiled at her brother, eyes wide at his appearance. “Marci, I think it is time for you to go home. You have a new life, inside and out, to begin.” He crossed the room to his sister and hugged her gently, patting her bottom and putting a few fingers on her stomach, where the baby kicked. “There is a car waiting for you out front; go home to your husband.” He genuinly looked at her, love in his eyes. “I will see you this weekend, ok?”

“Yes, Sir.” Marci approached Theresa and hugged her. “Well, it was nice to meet you. I hope your Mr. Rollins is happy with your treatment.” The girls hugged again, Theresa too confused at this point to say anything else.

Before Theresa could speak again, Mr. Scott spoke up. “Little angel, why don’t you sit down.” He pointed to a couch on the side of the room. Too programmed at this point to resist, Theresa obediently listened to him and sat down. He took her manicured hands into his own and smiled at the girl. “I am very pleased with how your treatment has gone so far, Theresa.”

“Thank you, Sir.” Theresa quietly spoke, thrilled to please Mr. Scott. Something in the back of her mind told the new brunette to cross her legs and lean forward a bit for him. Weeks of secondary treatment, in the background, and now a full afternoon into evening of it had left her very succeptible and eager to obey. She was quickly embracing her future role as Andrew’s bubblebrained wife and slave.

He point to a few curls of hair hanging down the side of her face. “I do love your hair; brown looks amazing on you, little angel.”

Theresa sighed at the hypnotically programmed trigger phrase. Looking over at a mirror, she had to agree. It really did look great on her. She was sad that the idea had never come to her in the past. “I do love it,” she smiled, “Sir, I hope Andrew enjoys it too.”

Mr. Scott brightened and smiled at the girl. “Yes, that is what is important. Looking good for your man. Your body should bring pleasure to him and those around you. The first step towards this goal is to always look your best.”

Theresa recited a mantra programmed into her for at least the last 50 sections of the audio book. “My body is for pleasure, Sir.” She smiled softly, feeling a great calm come over her.

“Good girl.” Mr. Scott looked at his watch. “We need to get you ready for your big date with Mr. Rollins.”

Theresa was confused. She didn’t remember making a date for tonight. “I don’t remember having a date, Sir?”

Something dragged in the back of the brunette’s mind that something was wrong. Noticing this from the see through mirror on the side of the room, Nikki instructed Mindi to sharpen the music softly playing the background to get Theresa’s focus back on the task at hand: accepting her place as Mr. Rollins’ devoted slave.

Mr. Scott smiled reassuringly. “He called while you were having your hair done. It is a surprise for the little angel.”

The trigger phrase again softened Theresa’s mind. She grinned, so happy to have found such a wonderful boyfriend. “I’d better make sure I look my best then, Sir.” Looking down at her body, for the first time she noticed the new outfit that she wore. Before she could question this, however, a memory brainwashed into her earlier in the afternoon of Nikki helping the soon to be chattelbot try on new clothes came back to her. The matter was dropped from her mind.

“Your boyfriend got you this nice outfit to wear on your date, isn’t that great? Mr. Scott made eye contact with the mirror, nudging his eyebrows up so Nikki would amp up the subliminals.

Theresa blushed gently. She was quite lucky. Andrew had picked out a great outfit that made her feel very ladylike. A black knee length skirt was modest, but appealing. Black pantyhose and pumps adorned her legs. She wished to wear open toed heels to show off her new pedicure, but a voice whispered in the back of her mind which made her cease this line of thinking. A purple sweater hugged her top, showing off a decent amount of cleavage. Combined with her curled and teased hair, perfect makeup, and soft feminine attitude, Theresa was becoming the perfect, chubby, barbie doll Andrew wanted in a wife.

“Oh,” Mr. Scott began, almost having forgot an important detail, “there is one more thing.” He walked behind his desk and opened a box that sat on his chair. “Andrew brought up the fact that you have been having some financial troubles.” He paused at her frown. “No need for sadness!”

Mr. Scott approached Theresa and had her sit down with him on the couch at the other side of his office. He put his arm around the girl. “I think we have found a solution.” Opening the box on his lap, he pulled out an orange Perfect Little Angels shirt. It was clearly a few sizes too small and displayed the company logo. “Andrew has decided you are going to quit your job and come work here!”

Theresa’s eyes lit up. “But, what would I do, Sir?”

“Oh, a little of this and that, little angel.” Watching her eyes flutter at the trigger phrase made the blood exit Mr. Scott’s midsection. “You can learn the front desk with your friend Nikki, and I can use your help as well. My sister also assisted with office issues and with her gone I could use someone like you.” He imagined a few other ways he could use her, but remembered the two not quite legal chattelbots in the next room and kept his cool for the moment.

Looking at the clock, Mr. Scott noted that Andrew would be waiting for her out front. “It is time for you to go now.” He again looked her up and down, appraising the girl like a piece of property. Which she soon would be. “You look great; a perfect little angel. There is one concern I have.”

Theresa frowned at her superior. “What is it, Sir?” The Chattelbot to be no longer questioned how she addressed men.

“Well,” he began thoughtfully, “you are quite attractive. Beautiful face, nice hips, but even when you try to show cleavage there isn’t a lot there. I have to be honest, it does take away from the entire package.”

Theresa wanted to cry; this had always been a concern for her. The mantras brainwashed into her the past few weeks had only highlighted and accenuated it. Mr. Scott pulled the girl close and held her for a moment. “Don’t worry dear, that can be fixed another time.” She went to question this, but he said her trigger phrase again and the question left her mind as quick as it had shown up.

“Your boyfriend is waiting for you in the car out front. You should go join him.” Obediently, she smiled at him and turned toward the front of the salon. Hips swaying in her skirt and heels, Theresa walked out the front door and hugged her boyfriend as he waited outside the back door of his limo.

Mr. Scott nodded and went back to his office. A moment later, Nikki and Mindi, holding hands, joined him. The girls waited quietly for him to speak. After typing a few paragraphs into a document, he closed his computer down for the night and addressed the girls. “Good work today my little angels. If all goes as scheduled, Theresa will be sent away for treatment for two weeks.” He turned to directly speak to Nikki. “When she returns, at least until the wedding, you will have a new coworker.”

Nikki smiled proudly. “Yes, Master, Nikki is happy to help train anyone she is commanded to.” She looked lustily at her boss and Master, empty minded obedience mirroring in her eyes. A moment passed before she spoke again. “Master, it is time to close the salon. Is there anything else Nikki can do for you?”

He looked at Nikki, the perfect, not quite legal, specimin of feminimity. But he had taken her home the past few nights. His gaze turned Mindi, who enthusiastically smiled at him, eager for some kind of instruction.

“I think, tonight, Mindi will be sleeping over.” He paused as the bubblebrained teen clapped cheerfully at being chosen. “OK, enough.” Mindi ceased midclap. “Good girl.” She blushed and lowered her eyes, leaning forward to show off her breasts, encased in a tight shirt.

“Nikki, remain here tonight. In the morning you will open the salon and wait for my arrival. Tomorrow night you have a shift at the club.” She nodded. “Good girl. You may go to sleep now.”

Slowly, and rather seductively, the brunette slid her skirt off and tossed it to the floor. Pulling her shirt overhead revealed a massive, but natural, chest held in place with a pink bra. Panties of the same shade covered her bottom. The Chattelbot programming running in her mind did not allow standing without heels on.

Swaying over to a platform near the door, Nikki stepped up onto it and turned to face her audience. Blinking a few times, the brunette Chattelbot stopped in place. Frozen like a statue, she would remain in place until the next morning when the internal clock programmed into her mind woke her up. Taking Mindi by the hand, Mr. Scott exited his office and shut the door. They would return to his home where Master and slave would make love all evening until he had nothing left.

In his office, Nikki remained a perfect statue until morning. On Mr. Scott’s computer, two windows remained open to be worked on the next day. A report about Theresa would need to be completed soon. More importantly, the design for her Perfect Little Angels nametag also waited.

The name “Terri” was written across it in pink. By the time she began working at the salon, Theresa would strongly agree that was a good girl name.