There was a pattern to the previous night, as I went over it in my head, again and again. Whenever Theo told me to do something, I did it.
Every time.
Even beyond what was reasonable.
I was quiet like he said, while he put on a porno, and I sat next to him to watch it, also like I was told. When he told me to stay, I stayed. When he told me to lick my face clean of his cum, I did.
I couldn't think of a time since showing up at Theo's that I hadn't done what I was told.
Did that apply to the invitation, too? He hadn't asked me over - he'd told me to come at a particular time, and I had shown up.
It hadn't felt like I was being controlled. Every decision felt voluntary. Getting on the bed; kneeling between his legs; entering his house... every command was followed by my prompt obedience, and somehow, I hadn't even noticed the connection until now.
Mind control was something mad scientists had tried to create time after time, kidnapping victims to test the technology out on, but it didn't actually work. You could drug someone into a mess, you could fuck with their heads by normal brainwashing they use in cults, but you couldn't just... make someone do whatever you ordered them to. If you wanted to force somebody to do something with powers, the best way was to just use them as a threat.
Even if mind control technology was possible - why would it be Theo who had it? I tried to think over his background, but there wasn't anything relevant there. He was just a highly-skilled comp sci monkey I'd poached off Abjad a few months back. No neuroscience, no psychology, nothing relevant.
Was it possible that it was something else? Maybe something had happened to me when I'd interacted with that alien, and now I would do anything that anyone said? If that was the case, getting my brains fucked out by Theo was definitely better than a lot of alternatives.
He mumbled in his sleep atop me, rolling around a little, his half-erect cock getting fully hard as it slid around my insides. It sent a spike of arousal through me, the way that his body played against mine, feeling so perfect to be held down beneath him as his cock rested inside me. Even in his sleep, he was just casually using my body for his sexual pleasure...
And I couldn't ignore that.
Every time Theo had said something contemptuous, every degrading act he'd put me through, every time he'd called me a name... it had just aroused me and made me hornier. Even the ideas and thoughts inside my own head had only added to how wet and needy I was.
Maybe I had just awoken to an intense level of masochism, which was now slow-cooking my brain into convincing me that I was about to become Theo's sex slave, just because the idea of it got me hot. I definitely couldn't dismiss that possibility.
I decided not to take any drastic action. It made the most sense. I could just remain calm, gently leave, and get my head together somewhere else. If he was mind controlling me, he probably couldn't do it if I was currently in space; if I was just being a stupid slut whose cunt was rewriting her sense of reality by drawing on the porno he'd made me watch - and there was a pulse of arousal at that thought - then I would probably have an easier time figuring it out in isolation.
Unfortunately, Theo was on top of me, and I couldn't bring myself to get up, or move him. I just laid there with his cock inside me, and the idea that I was being pinned to the bed by him, my cunt getting used as a sheath for his cock as he slept...
It was making me unbelievably wet. I could feel my breathing become shallower, more rapid, my cunt dripping all over the bed beneath me. My thoughts kept dribbling out of my pussy, my self-control declining to an increasing nadir, until eventually I just broke down and slid one hand down in between our bodies. I bit my lip, trying not to rouse him from his sleep, as my finger started to trace out my clit, rubbing the back of my hand against his stomach.
I'd held out so long that it took maybe three seconds of that before I came, spasming beneath him, letting out squeaky little noises as I clenched my eyes shut, desperately trying to keep my orgasm from waking him up as my body spasmed beneath and around him. Every muscle tightened in my body as I strained not to wake him.
I failed. He woke up, leaning up to see me coming, his gaze going down for my cunt. A cocky grin made its way across his face. The grin of a monster who thinks he's enslaved me, or a sexual sadist who thinks he's hit the jackpot?
I couldn't tell, especially not given that my body was still twitching in pleasure at that point. "Horny little bitch, aren't you?" He asked me, casually starting to slide his cock back and forth inside me.
"Yes," I admitted, my voice squeaky. His hand reached out for my chin, forcing me to look up at him - even though I was doing so already. It was just a way of quietly expressing power, and that made my cunt twitch around his cock as he gently fucked me.
"What a way to wake up," he breathed out, grunting as he fucked me that little bit harder. "Actually, fuck. Wake me up with a blowjob every day," he said, his pace intensifying as he gave another arbitrary order, purely to get himself off. He was fantasizing about sex with me in the future, rather than enjoying sex with me now - or maybe he was enjoying the thought of his dominance over me, over making me do something like that. Either way, it helped push me over the edge, sending me crashing into another orgasm. "Seeing those pretty lips of yours wrapped around my cock every day when I wake up will be so good."
Every time he spoke that way, it was like another lance of pleasure up to my brain. His hands reached for my tits, fingers sinking into them as he thrust away inside me, pounding at my body, fucking me into the bed. The mattress squeaked beneath me as I just lay there, a compliant, willing hole for him to fuck, not even an active participant in the sex. More bubbles of pleasure started popping in my brain at those thoughts.
"Look at you, Darla," he told me, his voice firm and commanding. "You know why you put out on our first date? Because you're a horny little slut whose brain is dribbling out of her cunt right now." His words were like sweet honey to my horny brain, slithering into every wrinkle before puffing out, quiet humiliating submission sneaking into every crevice of my consciousness and leaving me wetter than ever. I reached down for my cunt again, starting to play with my clit, making me come again at that point. "You're mine, now," he declared, thumping away at my hips. "What are you?" He demanded.
"Yuh, yours," I slurred out through my orgasm.
He smacked my tit, and my toes curled as pleasure just raced up my spine, biting my lower lip as I strained not to cry out in bliss. There was no pain to the treatment - my powers prevented that - so there was only a mix of pleasure and humiliation, and my brain was currently reinterpreting the latter into new versions of the former, producing fresh ecstasies I'd never known before. "My what?" He was thrusting away all the harder.
It was hard to square how good it felt, how much I wanted to get myself off by going along with everything he said, with the idea that I was being mind controlled. The part of me that was worried about that had been smothered by all the pleasure I was experiencing, the heat in my groin and my mind serving to make all my concerns evaporate and boil away.
Instead, my mind worked to find the right word, to properly express what he wanted me to express, to say something that would make me horny too. "Your bitch," I said, at last, and immediately came on his cock, my body spasming as sweet pleasure rewarded me for the degrading line.
He bottomed out inside me at that, groaning as he just ejaculated in my desperately hungry cunt. Each long, grunting firing of spunk inside me was pleasant, an expression of his pleasure, and I just shivered beneath him as he found relief inside me. When he was spent, I was too, panting on the bed beneath him. He rolled off me, glancing off to one side at the alarm clock.
"What the fuck," he said. "It's fucking three AM," he told me. "Why the fuck are you up and masturbating in the middle of the night?"
"Sorry. I don't sleep much," I told him. At all, really, but he didn't need to know that. "I can get out of your hair," I offered. It'd be a good chance to get away from him to think.
"No," he said. He pinched his nose. "Fuck. Horny little bitch," he muttered to himself.
It was quiet enough I might not have been able to make out the words if it weren't for my powers. Maybe he was trying to avoid me overhearing, out of concern that it would offend me to get called names outside of actual sex - but my pussy just throbbed at the insult. I am a horny little bitch, I thought, more experimenting with the idea than expressing my true feelings, but it still made my clit pulse and my pussy twitch just from thinking it to myself.
He spoke up again at that point. "It's too late for me to get back to sleep, so go get me some breakfast and a coffee," he ordered.
I got up at that. I reached for my clothes, grabbing my discarded panties.
"No, bitch," he said, and another little race of pleasure hit my spine, running up to my brain from my cunt. Just because he'd called me a bitch so casually, so thoughtlessly. I paused, panties in hand. "Do it naked."
I swallowed and dropped the panties, walking to the kitchen - I'd been half-considering grabbing something from out of the house (maybe even from the opposite side of the planet, to earn some time away), but the naked rule put the kibosh on that. As I went through his cabinets, his cum was gently running down my insides, eventually starting to trickle down my thigh.
I'm not a cook. Like a lot of nerds, I don't know the first thing about making any meal that needs more preparation than some time in the microwave. After looking through his cabinets, I eventually settled on preparing some hot coffee, a bowl of cereal, and some peanut butter toast. Nothing incredible, but also a perfectly serviceable breakfast. He even had a serving tray available which made it easy to bring the whole thing to his bed.
He grinned as I arrived, looking me up and down. I gingerly placed the serving tray on the bed, getting ready to turn and go - "Suck my cock," he ordered, reaching for the coffee and shifting up on the bed. He was sporting a hard-on already as he started to sip.
This had to be mind control, didn't it? Why else would I be crawling in between his thighs in obedience to that latest order? But if it was mind control, why did my cunt throb as I did it? Why was I so inflamed with lust as I leaned my mouth down towards his half-erect cock, gently starting to lick his dick clean of my own juices? Why was my cunt on fire?
You might be thinking, Hey, maybe the mind control makes obeying feel good, but that obviously wasn't the case. Some of the things I'd done for him had done little-to-nothing for me; and some of the things that had gotten me horny had nothing to do with his commands. Thoughts inside my own brain were making my cunt spasm in need, not just what he said to me.
I could taste myself on him. I'd never actually tasted myself before. It was salty. Sharp. A little tangy. I glanced up at him as I worked my tongue over every little inch, and he just sipped his coffee as I got to work, barely even paying me attention. I was on my hands and knees in front of him, ass raised up to let my mouth get low enough, my tits pressed into the bed - and he was just about ignoring me. My clit throbbed. Juices drooled out of my cunt.
I was so horny as I licked him up, I started to absently rub my thighs together as I enjoyed it all. My mouth wrapped around his cockhead, slowly but surely sliding down his length, closing my eyes as my body continued to pulse in pleasure. I bobbed up and down now, my tongue going at it inside my mouth, though I didn't try to deepthroat him just yet, keeping only half his cock in my mouth.
Some fucked up part of me wanted him to get angry about that, to grab my head and force me down his dick. To just use my mouth as his masturbation aid.
Rather than doing that, he reached over for the toast, starting to eat it, and he was noisy and messy about it. Some of the crumbs dropped onto the back of my head as I bobbed on his dick, and it honestly seemed like he was aiming for me. That thought only made my cunt wetter, though, my clit furiously throbbing as I got treated like a plate or a napkin, just a thing to make your food drip over so you don't make a mess on yourself or the bed.
I hummed out a quiet noise of pleasure, stimulating his cock as I kept on bobbing. When he finally finished eating, he casually licked his fingers dry - then used my hair like a towelette, wiping off crumbs and spit both. My pussy was on fire at that, begging to be touched, and at last I pulled up one hand, my fingers reaching for my clit. It instantly set my body ablaze with pleasure, a powerful orgasm crashing through me in waves, my body spasming.
Theo's only response was to grab my head and force me down his dick, choking me out on his cock, my gag reflex going wild around his cock as my body tried to force his dick out of my throat. With his free hand, he reached off for the cereal, starting to eat it as my mouth and throat were just used like a cocksocket. Every casually degrading act felt like it was searing entirely new thoughts into my clit-driven brain. Resistance was a completely alien idea to me at that moment. I was a spasming piece of meat, an organic fucktoy for Theo, and those thoughts sent even more cascades of pleasure into my brain as he ate and choked me at the same time.
He just held me down for the entire cereal bowl, while I just orgasmed constantly, hand in my pussy - combined with the pure arousal of being treated like that - enough to send me through orgasm after orgasm, wet shlicking noises escaping my cunt as I frigged myself senseless. My eyes peeled back while he just ate, and ate, watching me all the while, his expression cool but considering.
After a while, I realized he was watching for when I started to pass out. But I didn't need to breathe, so I could just be choked on his cock indefinitely. When he finally finished eating, he casually peeled me up and off his cock, and I gasped for air like my lungs had been burning rather than like it had been nothing much. I did have a secret identity, after all.
"Look at what a mess you are," he told me, and I just kept masturbating, panting as another orgasm hit me from his degrading words. "Such a horny little bitch. My horny little bitch, from now on." I moaned in response, nodding drunkenly as he held my hair in his grasp. "You like that, don't you? Like being demoted from being my boss to being my bitch?" Another orgasm hit me at that thought, the sheer intensity of the arousal that accompanied the idea making my brain even momentarily consider actually resigning from Empyreal - before all thought flew out of my brain like a bird let loose from its cage.
He took my orgasm as an answer, once more stuffing his cock into my mouth, roughly pounding me up and down his dick as hard as he could make it. I gagged, my body still unaccustomed to sucking dick, and he just groaned as he rammed me up and down his dick, relentlessly pounding away, before he finally pulled off and just came all over my face, splattering my features with a thick load of spunk. Marking me as a wanton whore. My hand was still going in my cunt as I stared up at him, one eye coated with cum, as he casually looked down at his handiwork, the complete mess he'd made of me, with a smug smile on his lips.
"We both need a shower, bitch. Come on," he said, dragging me by the hair to his bathroom, turning on the shower and letting it rain over me first, splattering my features with cold-then-hot water like I was his personal temperature tester. His cum was removed from my face that way, as was whatever mess he'd made in my hair and on my back, and then he spoke up again. "There's something I've always wanted to do," he told me, sounding more like a normal boyfriend. It simultaneously gave me the space to think about what was going on... and to doubt my own interpretations. "Clean me off with your tits," he told me, letting go of my hair at that point.
I turned around to face him, and I leaned forward, pushing my tits into his chest on automatic, rubbing futilely against it. That wasn't really cleaning, was it? But, did he even really want me to clean him, or was he just getting off on having tits rubbed all over him? I couldn't say, so I reached for the soap and started sudsing up my tits, trying my best to cover them entirely without even stopping mashing them into his bare skin. He just smiled down at me, as I set to work. I'd never done this sort of thing before, but clearly, skill wasn't important - what mattered was allowing him to see me. To watch me act out another humiliating role.
My nipples scraping against his bare skin felt like they were on fire from that thought. Every time I took note of my own degradation, another lance of pleasure hit my brain and body both, and this was no exception. I let out a hot pant as I rubbed my tits into his stomach.
It was like operant conditioning for my own thoughts: every time I thought about how ridiculous, how obscene, how humiliating I looked or acted... there would be another spike of arousal. Hot breaths spilled out of my mouth as I imagined myself not as the girlfriend or one-night stand doing some sweet and sexy action, but as a literal sponge, my breasts reduced to mere objects to clean a man off.
God. I was so fucking wet. I went around to his back to repeat the process there, smushing my breasts into them, starting my way down to his ass, to his thighs, practically titfucking his thighs in between my breasts from how obscenely I was acting. My cunt was on fire with every self-humiliating thought, every way I turned what should have been something relatively innocent into something intensely degrading.
I got down on my knees, awkwardly balancing my body against his to try to rub my tits into his calves without using my powers. He just turned around to face me, and my face was mere inches from his feet as I started to clean those with my tits too. He just chuckled at the show, as his boss gave in to her needy cunt and degraded herself like that. "There's one last spot you missed," he said, and I glanced up to see him casually stroking his cock, a self-satisfied smile on his face as he leered down at me.
"Yes," I breathed out, getting up to squish my soaped up tits around his cock. He wanted a titfuck. Lots of my boyfriends had wanted titfucks, and I'd given them some. Not that often - it didn't really do much for me - but in a relationship, sometimes you do something for your partner because they like it, even if you don't. Now, though, I'd awoken to some masochistic side of me, and my fingers just squeezed my tits tight around his cock, hot breaths spilling out of my mouth as I looked up at him, as the shower constantly rained down on his back. Framed like this, it was like I was reduced to the status of a mere slave, kneeling before her master and cleaning him.
Combined with the pressure I was putting on my tits, that thought was enough to make me come, a moan escaping my lips as my pussy spasmed around nothing, my body desperately twitching out of raw, carnal pleasure. He just smiled down at me, and his fingers ran through my hair more affectionately, a soft pet. Rather than accepting it as a sign of perfectly normal affection between romantic partners, my brain just supplied the thought that he was petting me - like I was his pet. Reducing me to the status of an animal he owned.
I was smart, and my brain had turned its power towards evil, reinterpreting every single thing it could come up with into some fresh new degradation. "This was really fun," he told me, once more just acting like a boyfriend rather than a cruel master, and some part of me was annoyed at that. It didn't invite arousal and need like every stupid degrading thought that was currently working to fry the inside of my skull. "What do you think about doing this again tonight?"
"Yeah," I breathed out. My arousal was actually starting to dip, trying to manage a normal conversation rather than just degrading myself. On the one hand, that was a rescue from the obscene brain-frying thing that I'd been experiencing up to that point, letting me put together a sentence a normal woman might say. "I don't normally do this kind of thing, but it was really good." On the other hand, my brain was a horny bitch in heat at the moment, and it wasn't satisfied with the modest pleasure of a titfuck.
"Great. You know, you can dirty talk too, you don't have to leave it all up to me," he said. His words sounded like a complaint - a boyfriend annoyed you weren't contributing to the sex enough - but his lips were curled up in a self-satisfied smile.
I didn't have the time to really think through the significance of that, though. After all, my brain had just been given free rein to say whatever degrading things it could think of, and it had been thinking about a lot of such things. "I'm your worshipful slave-girl, master," I said, and those words set my pussy on fire, making me go cross-eyed as an intense orgasm hit me, as I willfully, gladly degraded myself like that. I moaned like the whore I was acting like, an uninhibited, desperate thing, pathetic and needy at the same time.
He just grinned at that. There was a trace of contemptuous confidence in his gaze - like he'd beaten me at chess with a scholar's mate. That contemptuous confidence just added to my arousal, though, the feeling of being a pathetic, cunt-ruled slut easily dominated by Theo, made to do whatever he wanted because it was getting me so wet. "A slave-girl, huh? What does a slave-girl do for her master?"
"Sucks and fucks," I said, the only coherent words that I could put together, in the midst of my bliss.
He smacked my face at that, and I let out a sharp noise of surprise - not pain, surprise. When my brain finished processing what he'd done, I came again. "Ow, fuck," he said, waving his hand absently. "Must've hit your face wrong," he muttered. Of course, the reality was it hurt because I was Andromeda, but I didn't tell him that. He cleared his throat a moment later. "She does more than that, doesn't she?" He asked, and I nodded rapidly. "What does she do?"
"Anything, master," I breathed out, my brain dribbling out from between my thighs as my thoughts turned completely to coming up with fresh new ways to degrade and humiliate myself. I knew I needed to say more than just 'anything,' though, and I was a very smart girl, so my mouth started to move again before he could complain. "She cleans her master's body with her tits and tongue. She praises and worships him every day, tells him- how much smarter, and better, he is than her." Those words sent me over the edge, my fingers tightening on my tits as I came again, going cross-eyed with pleasure as yet more of my dignity escaped through my mouth and cunt.
"Smarter, huh?" He asked with a grin. "You're the genius who came up with the wormhole math, though. Do you really think you're stupider than... what did you call my job? Code monkey?" Had I called it that? I might have, but I think I meant it about his old job, back at Abjad, and that it'd be more fulfilling working at Empyreal rather than fine-tuning solutions to the travelling salesman problem. "Why would you think that?" He asked.
He was prompting me, I knew. Wanting me to say I was stupid. Why I was stupid. I knew, objectively, I was smart - Empyreal was years, if not decades, ahead of its competition - but that didn't matter. I needed to crush my ego to get us both off. "Because all I'm good for is sex, and I'm not even that good at it," I told him, mewling as I got ever closer to the edge. "Because I never realized until now how much I wanted to be a little bitch for a strong man who could just dominate me." I was melting in pleasure, scarcely holding back the orgasm, just because I wanted to finish my thoughts. "Thank you for putting me in my place, Master," I said - then I squealed and came my brains out, moaning and twitching.
At that point, the pressure on his cock apparently became too much for Theo to hold back any longer, and he came, groaning as splatters of sticky cum splattered all over my bitch face. I pressured him all the harder, wanting to make him feel even better, my horny fuckdrunk brain wanting to reward my partner for making me feel good.
Once he was finished, he let out a long sigh, pulling out of my tits, looking a little exhausted as he did so. "Whew. That was nice."
"Yeah, for me too," I said brainlessly.
He just chuckled. "I could tell. Come on," he said, turning off the shower and stepping out of it entirely. He grabbed a towel, washing himself off, and I followed him, feeling wobbly on my legs from all the orgasms, my cunt still aching with arousal. "Get yourself dry and come watch another movie with me," he said. "Don't put any clothes on," he added, with a playful wink.
The movie he made me watch was another porno. This one took even less time to get to the mind control part, and he explained it was the prequel to the one we'd watched last night.
I probably should have spoken up to complain I really had no interest in his porno. I can't even claim that my needy cunt's decision to take charge of every decision I made was responsible: I wasn't that into the scenes playing out on screen. The only real arousal I was getting from the vague degradation of the fact that Theo's idea of a good date was watching porn and fucking.
No, I stayed quiet because I didn't really know what to say. It was the quiet, squirming awkwardness of somebody showing you a clip that's 'super funny' and then you're completely stone-faced the whole time. Just unable to actually connect with what you're being shown, and also unable to really complain about it because what can you say? This is a terrible date idea? Obviously not, or I wouldn't have spent last night with his cock in me.
As the film's protagonist mind controlled the women on screen, repeating an entrancing statement about how they were just walking, talking fucktoys... well, Theo finally got another hard-on. He didn't even say anything to me - he just casually grabbed the side of my head, directing me down into his lap. I let him, and honestly, part of it was just that it gave me something to do other than be bored watching a porno I had no interest in.
His hand was on the back of my head as I quietly wrapped my lips around his cock, starting to softly bob and suck on his cock. Each little pump up and down his dick was a softly arousing thing, a way to forget about everything I'd been worrying or anxious about, another little thrum in my pussy. His hand casually slid over to my breast, groping and squeezing it, without a single thought to my pleasure - but it still felt great despite it, as I once more descended into arousal. I chose to lose myself in the moment - there wasn't much else I could do.
* * *
As the pair of us got dressed in the aftermath of the four hours of off-and-on morning sex, Theo spoke up. "You can't exactly just walk into work wearing that," he pointed out. "It's the same thing you wore to work."
"I can just pop by my house, don't worry," I reassured him. It'd be tight without superpowers, but with flight and superspeed, it'd be easy.
"Why, so you can put on another ugly sweater?" He prompted.
I resisted the immediate urge to just bite his head off about what he'd said. It wasn't like my sartorial choices were something we'd discussed, so it was understandable he'd say something like that. It wasn't like I didn't have my own criticisms of his outfit; even if I wasn't making them at the moment, I probably would have at some point on my own, if our relationship continued.
Those mental walls around my anger properly formed, I spoke more evenly. "I have large breasts."
"I noticed," he said, a cheeky grin.
"Yes." I just kept going. "When you have large breasts, and you wear clothes that properly fit - the same kinds of clothes that everyone else does - people respond like you're dressing like a slut. I got sent home a couple times back in high school just for wearing a t-shirt that was sized so it drew closer around the stomach. A sweater lets me have something that fits my body without people thinking I'm... overly sexualized."
"Why not just wear something sexy?" He asked.
"I don't want to wear something sexy."
"I bet you haven't even tried it. You know what, here's what you're gonna do. Before you even start your car, call in to work, tell them you'll be coming in late. Go to the mall and buy something fairly classy, but with a dipping neckline and that shows off your legs, and wear it to work. Let people leer. Don't complain. Just see how it makes you feel."
"I... would really rather just keep going like always."
He gave me a look, hand clasping my cheek firmly. "You might end up liking it. In fact, I'm pretty sure you will, you horny little bitch," he said, and my pussy throbbed at those words. I just swallowed, turning my head away. "Well, it's your choice," he said with a shrug. "Let's get going." He gave my ass a quick smack, and I followed him out of the house, getting in my car and just sitting in the driver's seat.
I just sat there, keys in my hand. I reached up for the ignition, and stopped, pulling my hand back without putting them in. I put them down for a second, shaking my head and sighing as I dialed up Lawrence. "Hey. I'm going to be running a little late today," I said, trying my best to put a smile in. "Don't worry about me. You guys can manage a couple hours without me, right?"
"Sure thing, boss," Lawrence said.
I hung up and just leaned forward, putting my head against the wheel of the car. Why did I do that? Was I being mind controlled? As far as asks that Theo had made, 'try wearing something sexy' was hardly up on the list with some of the things I'd definitely done without any orders... he'd only been asking me for dirty talk, I could remember that, even in the feverish arousal that had dribbled all over my brain. Not ordering it.
The mind control thing was either a feverish fantasy of a pussy-addled mind, or an actual, serious reality that I should act on. I turned my car on, and my phone off. If I didn't turn up for work today, Theo wouldn't be able to give me any more orders. I smiled at that thought, as I started to make my way down the road.
* * *
It wasn't that big a deal to get new clothes, really. My salary as CEO wasn't exactly through the roof - equity over wages, every time - but it was enough to occasionally buy something nice for myself. It was only one change of outfit. A dark blue top with long sleeves and a dipping neckline, and a red skirt that went with it. It reached a little bit before my knees, showing off a hint of thigh and all of my calves.
I looked at myself in the mirror. I didn't look that absurd. Maybe more like I was ready for a date than for a work day, but even then, it would be a nice dinner date somewhere more upscale than Taco Bell. It was just about something I could wear to work.
When I walked out of the store wearing it, men looked at me in the way that they normally didn't. I'd tried to dress as professionally as possible - I was wearing my glasses, my hair done back in a neat ponytail - but my body certainly didn't cooperate with making clothes like this just look normal. Especially not with the dipping neckline.
I got back in my car, turning it on. I'd just not show up to work at all - sorry for lying to you, Lawrence, but if I keep my phone off, Theo couldn't call me. I'd just drive around, stop for a movie, get a nice lunch, and skip the day of work.
I found myself absently driving myself right to work. Okay. Brainless driving takes you the place you normally drive to, no mind control necessary to explain it. But rather than pulling out once I realized where I'd stopped, I got out of the car and headed right for my office. This had to be mind control. Plenty of the men in the office - and the office was mostly men, we were a tech company - just openly leered. I just ignored them, and the quiet pulse of arousal through my pussy at being objectified by men. I'd lock the door to my office. I'd fly out the window. He must have ordered me to get to work and I'd forgotten it in my concern about starting the car and buying the clothes.
He was sitting at my desk as I entered my office. He smiled as I stepped inside.
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