Summary: mind control, incest, Mf, minor ff
Mix a girl as pure as fortified whole milk with a boss as nasty as
maggot-riddled rancid flour, and what do you get? Well, I'm still not entirely
sure, but it's kind of fun finding out.
See No Evil: Contains sexually explicit and politically incorrect material. If you shouldn't be reading this, or if it might offend you, simply stop now.
Legalese: All actors and actresses are over the age of consent. Proof of age is on file. Any similarity of any character, event or place to any actual person, event or place, is purely coincidental. This is all fantasy, and the actors are all professionals -- do not try any of this at home.
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Author's Ramblings: I wanted to do a slow one. The sex doesn't really pick up until chapter 4 -- sorry, folks, not even a first chapter "hook" for you this time. Why would anyone write such a story? The higher you build 'em, the farther they can fall (although ... I'm not sure our heroine ever really falls in this story).
Live well!
You are now leaving the realm of the known and well-lighted and crossing over into a realm without stability, a world with only potential, a shadowy landscape with--
Oh, you get the picture. The chapter below is a draft chapter. It is subject to change, revision, rewrite or even total deletion (though drastic changes are unlikely). There may even be ungrammatical half-thoughts or notes included below. All this is still copyrighted by Jafar. These draft chapters are given as a courtesy so that those interested in this story can peek on where the author is currently thinking of taking it.
I hope you enjoy the draft(s) and the story as a whole.
(Monday morning)
Monday morning, Collette was talking to Bethany at her desk when Francesca came out.
"That stinking, slimy, belly-crawling bastard!"
The two other women turned to look at her.
"Do you have any idea what that lowlife shit has done to us?"
"Who? What?" Bethany asked.
"Not to you. To Collette and me." The two women looked at her, and she bunched her face up into a nasty little smile. "We both report to Tina now."
"No! You're kidding! He wouldn't!" Collette was stunned.
"Teresa Toad couldn't contain herself and oozed this little tidbit as she gloated. Tina worked it out Friday, and they're supposed to announce it this afternoon."
"No! I am NOT working for that bitch!" Collette declared. "There is NO WAY!"
"She pulled the same goddam game on him as she always pulls. She struts in there, her top two buttons undone, and while he's going hubba hubba, she tells him how it's going to be! That CUNT!"
Collette plopped into the chair. "There is NO WAY I am going to--"
"Perhaps if you explain to Mr Smutogler your concerns," Bethany started.
"He won't listen to us unless our shirts are unbuttoned!"
"There is ... that," Francesca said quietly.
"You've GOT to be kidding!"
"No -- we control how far we take it. But if we get him slightly distracted, maybe we can play the same game as her. Hell! We're BOTH prettier than that warhorse! Maybe we can get him to recant before he cants."
Collette sighed. "DAMN her!"
"Oh, you don't mean that," Bethany said.
Francesca and Collette looked at each other, and slowly Collette nodded.
(Monday early afternoon)
Both women took an early lunch and changed into short skirts and heels. While they both hated doing this, Francesca focussed on what an idiot she was going to play Smutogler for, while Collette focused on the pleasure she would get from screwing up Tina's plans.
"Okay, we can't be very subtle with this man," Francesca said as the two walked back to his office.
"Knock first," Collette advised. "Give him time to zip up if he's in the middle of whacking off."
Francesca knocked on his door, they gave him ten seconds, then they entered.
"Mr Smutogler, we'd like to talk to you for just a few minutes if you have time," Francesca told him.
"Yeah, Roy," Collette breathed, teasing her fingers at her neckline and shutting the door, "We'd like to ... talk."
"Wh-what about?" he asked, his eyes glued at Collette's bosom.
"Sir, we really don't feel it's right the way that Tina ridicules you."
Smutogler looked at Francesca. "She ridicules me?"
"Mm-hmm," Collette nodded.
"She was just bragging about what a fool she was going to play you for," Francesca told him. "And normally we like to mind our own business, but it's just not right for someone of her stature to try to tear a great man down."
"Great man?"
"Mm-hmm," Collette nodded, still fingering the top-most buttoned button of her blouse.
"Wait ... wait a minute," Smutogler said, shaking his head, but still staring at Collette's chest. "She said the same thing about you two. That you were ridiculing me."
"That lying bitch!" Collette stamped her foot. Smutogler's eyes went down to her four inch heels, then back up to the exposed flesh of her chest.
"No, sir! Never!" Francesca told him. "She's just setting traps."
Smutogler nodded. He knew that Tina could set some hellacious traps. But still, she was scary to cross, even for him. "What-- what do you two want?"
"We wanted to let you know of a plan she was bragging about, to begin stealing the people out from under you and soon to boot you out of the organization altogether. And that's just not right, sir."
"Not right," Collette shook her head.
"And you want me to--"
"You've got to stop her, sir. Before she gets enough power to try to take YOU on!"
So these two didn't want to work for Tina. Of course, he really didn't want to go back on what he'd told Tina -- she could be a vengeful bitch!
Francesca saw the wavering in his face. "We see eye to eye, sir -- you and me and Collette. Not like that Tina. She's from a different breed altogether."
"Still ...." A scary breed altogether!
"We're alike, sir. That's why we warned you." She walked around the desk and opened the infamous bottom drawer despite Smutogler's last-minute protestations. She pulled out a Penthouse Letters and flipped it open at random, then began reading, "'I always thought those letters to Penthouse were made up. At least until this happened to me.' Wasn't I just telling you the same thing last week, Collette?"
"Mm-hmm ...."
"My girlfriend and I were sitting on my bed, making out," Francesca read aloud, "When suddenly my sister walked in. She was furious that we were doing that and said so. My girlfriend told her where she could go with a frigid attitude like that. Then my sister walked right up to my girlfriend, leaned in and gave her a deep soul kiss right there in front of me!" Francesca fanned herself. "Whoo! Sir, you DO have a taste for hot stories!"
Francesca walked over and held the magazine in front of Collette so that she could confirm that Francesca had read it right.
Smutogler was gaping, but Francesca knew that the deal was by no means closed yet. "Yes, sir. We are a lot alike, the three of us." Then she leaned in and planted her lips on Collette's while Smutogler gasped in air.
Collette's eyes widened, and she gave a muffled startled cry into Francesca's mouth.
Francesca pulled back and turned to Smutogler. He was entranced. "No, sir, the three of us have to look out for each other, wouldn't you say?"
Smutogler was STUNNED! Had she just--! Had they REALLY--?! Collette was still blushing furiously, right down to the flesh that showed at her bust! Wow!
"That's why we brought this information to you, sir, and that's why we have no doubt that you will look over us and protect us from being consumed by that hungry she-bitch."
"Any-- anything! Wow!"
"So you won't be putting us under Tina?" Collette cleared her throat and managed.
"Oh ... my ... NO!"
"Good!" she smiled.
"As a matter of fact," Francesca added, "For your own protection from that power-hungry castrator, don't you think it would be a smart idea to put her under Andy? That way, if she gets the idea to take out her supervisor, it will be Andy instead of you."
"Y-yeah! Good idea!"
"Thank you, sir."
"Thank you ...." Collette breathed, then blew him a kiss.
Francesca opened the door and Collette stepped out. "I'll go ahead and just close this door so that you have a little privacy, sir," Francesca said.
The Smutogler guided missile went off when he was unzipping himself, and he made a mess on the front of his top desk drawer.
"What the HELL were you THINKING?!" Collette demanded in a loud whisper in the hallway.
Francesca was wiping her lips. "I HAD to! He wasn't going to stand up to her unless we threw him something to push him over the edge!"
"It was over the EDGE, all right! God! How COULD you?!"
"You DO what you HAVE to, okay?! Don't think that I'M not going to have nightmares about this! But at least we still have our jobs. Tina would've forced us out of here."
"At least you didn't use your tongue!"
"Eeeewwwww! You are DISGUSTING!"
"Now you know how it feels! Christ! WARN me next time!"
They saw Bethany approaching from the end of the hall.
"We will never speak of this," Francesca warned Collette. "Understood? Never."
"How did it go?" Bethany asked. "Were you able to reason with him?"
"Yeah, we convinced him," Francesca said. "You wouldn't happen to have any Listerine, would you, Bethany?"
"Sure. I have a small bottle in my purse." She started up the hall, and Francesca followed.
"Hey! I need a swig too, Bethany!" Collette trailed immediately behind them.
(Monday end of the workday)
Smutogler swaggered up the hallway. He'd fired his tool three times already, replaying what those two hot little vixens did, and he felt once again capable of calm rational thought. Maybe he'd get them a cute little set of twin desks and set them up in his office. Not that they'd get any work done sitting right next to each other, but he'd have a good time breaking apart their lusty little lesbian frenzies, maybe getting groped or licked a little himself in the process.
He walked back to Tina's office to find her toad, Teresa, there, leaning over to see where Tina was pointing out something in a document. Tina looked up at him, and Teresa took a step back.
"Tina," Smutogler sighed. "You know that reorganization plan we considered last Friday?"
Tina smiled. "Yes, Roy?"
"Fuhget it." He stepped out of the doorway and started back up the hall.
"What the fuck?!" Teresa had been looking forward to seeing those two crawl!
Tina's lips became a thin, grim line on her face.
Smutogler popped back in the doorway, a dreamy smile on his face. "Oh yeah. And you both report to Andy now."
"WHAT?!" Teresa's frizzy 'do became frizzier, like some bad comic strip.
Smutogler waved. "Toodles." He headed back up the hall, ready to beat his meat again. Wow! Had they really actually kissed?!
The pencil broke in two in Tina's hand.
(Tuesday morning)
The next morning at 10:00, there was a knock at Smutogler's door. He quickly hid Miss April 1998 and zipped. Tina and Teresa stepped in, Tina wearing the shortest skirt he'd ever seen her in. She had worn some revealing fashions before, but this barely covered her ass.
Smutogler closed his mouth and steeled his nerve. For once in his life, he was going to show a little spine. "Tina ... uhm ... I am not going to ... ehr ... reverse my decision from yesterday." Whew! There. It was out.
"Why, I wouldn't want you to, Roy."
"You wouldn't?"
"Heavens, no." She walked around the desk to stand beside him. "I just wanted to show you some prints of some of the artwork I've recently gotten for my bedroom, silly!" She smirked. "My boudoir ...."
As she bent over at the waist to hold the postcard-sized prints for him, her skirt rode up, revealing the garters holding up her fishnet hose and the bottom of a pair of black satin panties.
Nnnngggg!
"Roy?" Smutogler tore his eyes from her thighs and pantied ass to look at her. She smiled. "Look at the PICTURES, silly boy!"
It was a print of a big boobed blonde with floofy hair in a sheer flower-embroidered nightgown.
Wow.
As she flipped to the next print, Smutogler's eyes were drawn towards her wriggling butt.
Nnnnngggg!
"Ro-o-oo-oy!" Tina whined. "Get your eyes back up here. Look at my prints instead!"
Smutogler sighed and looked back at her prints.
His eyes nearly bulged out! It was a picture of Tina herself! Laying on her side in a black teddy cover! With just a hint of NIPPLE showing!
He looked to her face with wide eyes, his mouth hanging slack.
She tapped him on the nose with her index finger. "So you like me, silly boy! Oh, I mean 'them'! So you LIKE my prints!" Two of the prints slipped out of her fingers to the floor, and Tina held her pinkie to her lips. "Oopsie!" She lowered her voice to a whisper. "I dropped two." She turned so her back was to Smutogler, then bent at the waist to pick up the two prints.
Nnnnggg! Her full satin-pantied ass was right there! Presented to him!
His hand grabbed a buttock before he realized that that was what it intended to do. Oh, boy ... now he was in trouble. But the naughty hand wouldn't let go -- it just held there, gently squeezing the cheek!
"Why, Mr Smutogler, you have me by the ass!" she giggled from her bent-over position.
"I sure do, baby!" he grinned.
"Well, you had BETTER let go, you bad boy!"
"Is that what you REALLY want?"
She stood. "Well, you had better. 'Cause now I have you by the balls," she smiled.
"Hungh?"
"I have your testicles in my fist, and now I'm going to use a dull knife to saw them off."
"Wh-what?"
"Teresa," Tina called across the room. "What did you just witness?"
"Oh, Tina!" she said in a mock-stressed voice, "Your supervisor just reached out and groped your buttocks!"
"And what did he do after I clearly, explicitly told him to stop?"
"He just kept on groping, Tina! I wouldn't believe ANYONE could be that foolish in this day and age -- except I witnessed it with my own two eyes!"
"Wh-what are you two doing?"
"Why, Roy, I intend to have your testicles dried into hairy little raisins, then mounted on hooks so I can wear them as earrings."
Smutogler swallowed hard.
"Every time you see them, Roy, you'll be reminded that I own your ass."
"B-but--"
"No 'but's, sweetie. Now, if you really are an angel of slavery for me, I won't make you bend over and take it up the butt."
"Why, you--!"
"Roy, you groped me! You defied my request to cease! And you did it in front of witnesses! If I call my lawyer, he'll have you stuck naked in the stocks so every passerby can stick something up your ass." She walked around to the front of the desk. "First, though, you tell those two little twats that their asses are mine."
Smutogler gave another hard swallow.
"Won't you, sweetie?" Tina smiled.
(Tuesday early afternoon)
Shit.
Smutogler sat at his desk, his office door shut.
Shit.
He didn't even feel like jerking off. Not even to Miss January 2001.
Shit.
He was in deep shit.
Tina owned his ass.
He ran his hand through his thinning hair, then just sat, staring into space, for over an hour.
There was a knock at the door, then Bethany opened it. "Mail, sir." She walked a small stack over to his desk.
She was a hot little thing. But now he'd never even get a chance to fantasize about her. Not with Tina calling the shots.
"It looks like one of the envelopes is from a Frank Smutogler. Is he your brother, sir? Or your father, maybe?"
"My brother," Smutogler muttered.
"You look tired, sir. You should take better care of yourself."
Sweet little thing. Sweet sexy little thing.
Bethany raised her eyebrows at the silent man, then walked out and pulled the door closed again behind her.
Numbly, Smutogler opened the envelope from his brother. Inside was a xeroxed pamphlet with a post-it stuck to it. Scrawled on the post-it in his brother's handwriting was a message.
"This place is for fucking real, Roy!" it read.
Smutogler pulled off the post-it and examined the copied brochure. It was for some company named "MDG". Two stunned-looking, scantily-clad beauties adorned each side, with writing in the middle: "Teased by a looker that's frigid? A beauty whose knees just won't spread? A sexy-tary that refuses to take dick-tation? At Modern Day Geishas, we'll melt that frosty pussy!"
This was describing that cute young secretary, Bethany, to a tee.
Smutogler's brow furrowed, his attention captured. He read further. It seemed that MDG was a company providing training intended to improve women's attitudes and make them more agreeable.
Bethany would be much more attractive if she were more agreeable.
Was this place for real? He looked back at the post-it. "This place is for fucking real," he reread.
Wow ....
Could it really ... ?
Smutogler found his finger dialing the phone. "Yeah ... hey, Frank--"
"Roy! Hey, man, how ya doin'? D'ya get my letter?"
"Yeah ...."
"It's for REAL, man! For fuckin' REAL!"
"But how ...."
"It's some Japanese-based company. You know those Japs. They can do anything! I went with one of my girls from the office. She kept making faces whenever I'd accidentally rubbed up against her in the slightest. Then she started threatening me! Not any more! Man, I never dreamed she could suck cock like this, let alone that she WOULD!"
"But if it was real ... there'd be so many men wanting to ...."
"Well, they're just getting started here. They're established in Japan, but they're tryin' ta start a market in the U.S. And ya gotta afford the $10,000 fee per person. But, man, it's WORTH it! Just ask my woody!"
"Wow ...."
"Give it a try, man! I KNOW you'll love it!"
"Thanks, Frank."
"Anything for my kid brother. See ya."
"Bye, Frank."
Smutogler hung up and dialed the MDG number. After a couple questions, he found that he was required to attend at least one session himself before enrolling others in the training, though they could be enrolled simultaneously with him.
Okay, he could live with that.
Hands trembling, and $20,000 later, he hung up the phone. He and Bethany were scheduled for an orientation session Sunday evening, then training all next week.
Could this possibly be true? He looked at Frank's post-it again.
"This place is for fucking real, Roy!"