Bimbofication in the Office
Chapter Six — Jenni
Jennifer stared at the scene before her in shock. Never, in the ten years that she had been with this company, had she seen anything so horrific.
That worthless piece of shit, Michael, was sitting in a chair in Stephanie’s office, getting his ugly dick pleasured by some bottom-feeding prostitute. She wondered what had happened to poor Stephanie.
Her servant, Michael, turned his head towards her in shock. Her servant because of that video. Oh, that beautiful, beautiful video for which she would be forever grateful. That video that had allowed her to torture that piece of shit Michael, give that scumbag what he deserves for being born a man. All men should serve women, honestly. Serves those pigs right for existing.
She studied whatever skank was dumb enough to pleasure fucking Michael, of all people. Her hair was done up in pigtails. How cute. There was a couple of pieces of cloth strewn everywhere, which upon closer inspection, revealed themselves to be an outfit. It was worse than she had thought. The slut must have done a striptease beforehand, so she had seen Michael’s face. She wondered what kind of a whore would be desperate enough to give pleasure to-
The prostitute turned around. “GET OUT OF HERE, YOU FILTHY SKANK!” screamed Jennifer. She turned to Michael. “You are fucking dead, you hear me? Dead. Now, I don’t know what’s going on but when I find out, you’ll wish you were never—”
She looked at the whore once more. It was Stephanie. What was she doing?
“Stephanie!?” exclaimed Jennifer, in shocked horror.
Steffi stared at the strange woman who had been a meanie to Master in confusion. She twirled her pigtail a couple of times. “Like, what’s a… Stef-an-ee?” she asked.
“WHAT!?”
She turned to Michael, who had whipped out his phone and pulled up the app. “I don’t know what you’ve done to her, motherfucker, but I will—”
He tapped the “CONTROL” button. She went blank.
Relief turned into excitement as Michael realized that he now had the opportunity to do something that he had wanted to do for years, but had always dismissed as a pipe dream: be waited on hand and foot by his bitchy boss, Jennifer. He looked at the app screen.
- Name: Jennifer May
- IQ: 130
First, he edited the name: like Stephanie before her, Jennifer became Jenni. He briefly considered putting the IQ down to 70, like Steffi’s was, but he decided that was too good for her. He grinned as the intelligent, bitch corporate executive’s IQ was set to 50. He copy-and-pasted Steffi’s thought section, before deciding to add to it a bit. He then added a similar section onto Steffi’s. By the end of it all, it read as the following:
- Name: Jenni
- IQ: 50
Place Thoughts Here:
(Copy and pasted Steffi thought section)
You, however, are not exclusively attracted to Master. You also find the other slavegirls unbearably sexy.
If there is another slavegirl nearby, you happily share Master with her.
If you are horny and Master is not nearby, you may fuck another slavegirl.
If Master orders you to do anything sexual to another slavegirl, you will happily oblige, and go at it with all of you.
You, however, are still not nearly as attracted to your peers as you are to Master.
He pressed the “SET” button and sat back to watch the magic play out.
Jenni opened her eyes and immediately began to excitably bounce up and down, tits flying. Then she walked up to Michael, sexually, and immediately sat down on his lap, facing him. “Like, hiiiiiiiiiii, Master…” she said, giggling. Then, she started to make out with him, but he stopped her.
“Hold on,” he said. “We have to do a few things first.”
Jenni made a slight pouty face. “Aww… am I not sexy enough?”
“Not quite yet,” explained Michael. “But you will be soon. First, loosen your outfit up a bit.”
Jenni excitably let her hair down, took her glasses off, and opened up the suit in much the same way that Steffi had earlier. After being handed the makeup kit, she applied it in the same way as well.
She was the sexiest thing that Michael had ever laid eyes on. Her long, blond hair, her perfect, round tits, her deep blue eyes, her perfect ass. Michael came right then and there. He wasn’t sure he could even handle the schoolgirl outfit, but he decided that that was one theory he wanted to test.
First, though, he was interested in learning what the pop quiz would bring. He told her, “Alright, Jenni. Pop quiz!”
Jenni looked stricken, but Steffi comforted her. “Don’t worry. It’s, like, suuuuuuper easy!” Jenni looked at her, then eagerly nodded. “Okay, Master!”
Michael asked the question: who was the first president of the United States?
Jenni, with extreme difficulty and effort, thought about it. After being lost in thought for well over ten minutes, she excitedly exclaimed, “Like, you, Master!”
“Good girl,” said Michael. “Now, put this on.” He gave her a similar schoolgirl costume. Jenni eagerly grabbed it and retreated to the closet. He ordered Steffi to put her costume back on, which she did equally eagerly.
After a couple of minutes, Jenni walked in, which made Michael cum with no prompting for the second time that day. He wondered how long it would take him to get used to it.
“Like, Oh. My. God. That is, like, the sluttiest thing I have ever seen!” said Steffi. Jenni blushed from the compliment.
“Well, anyway, weren’t you girls about to give Master a titfuck?”
“Like, oh yeah!” yelled Steffi. “C’mon Jenni!”
The two eagerly strutted up to him. “Alright. Steffi, get on the floor. I’ll sit on your chest while my dick fucks your tits, and Jenni will make out with me while sitting on your face.”
The two slaves, giggling, took their respective positions.
He sat and immediately felt his dick perfectly nestled between Steffi’s two perfect tits. He thrust forward, and felt his cock work its way through the soft roundness as Jenni leaned over and began to make out with him.
He felt he perfect lips on his and her perfect tongue touching his, her breasts pushing themselves against his chest. It was the most incredible feeling of his life so far. Every single facet of his being tingled with pleasure as he came.
But it still wasn’t quite enough. “Now- ugh- girls… give Master a blowjob.”
They instantly obeyed, sitting him up on a chair, licking and sucking his hard, throbbing cock, making exaggerated slurping noises and giggling. After about a minute, Michael, unable to hold in anymore, stood up, grabbed his cock, and shook it around as he came all over the two slut’s bodies. Eventually, the cum turned into piss, and as he pissed all of the squealing bimbo’s tits and into their gaping mouths, he laughed loudly. The world was right now. Here he was, pissing all over the bitches that had emotionally pissed all over him all those years as they hungrily licked it up.
After all was said and done, everyone just stood there, panting.
Chapter Seven — Team Spirit
Michael came back to the office the next day, excited about his plan. He had been so sexually happy that he had almost forgotten his original plan: to make those bitches embarrass themselves like they had embarrassed him. Now, he had the perfect plan, to make them embarrass themselves in front of everyone while giving him massive sexual benefit in the process.
Steffi and Jenni greeted him excitably, with a giggly “Hi Master!”
He pulled up the app and got to work. He typed in the following into both girls’s thoughts section:
When Master says the words “Team Spirit”, you will both walk into the closet and change into the cheerleader uniforms I have placed in there.
You will then walk over to the meeting room, hiding yourselves from everyone else.
When in there, you will call a meeting for the entire office to come immediately. You will say that it is to boost morale and increase “team spirit”.
You will then hide in the side room of the meeting room until you hear the words “Where are they?”
When you hear those words, you will no longer be Steffi and Jenni, bimbo slaves, you will be Steffi and Jenni, bimbo cheerleaders.
You will believe that you are both sixteen-year-old cheerleaders at your local high school, and you are here to put on a personal pep rally for the football team.
Your idiocy, horniness, sluttiness, and Valley Girl accent will remain intact, although the accent will now have a twinge of country.
You will walk out, and you will not think that you are in an office meeting room. You will believe that you are on the grass in the football field, performing for a bunch of football players.
You will have a thing for football players, and will believe that they are all incredibly hot and currently have their dicks out and are masturbating to you.
You will perform the following cheer, with the following choreography, to the best of your ability:
He typed in what he wanted them to do, then clicked “SET”. He was getting a hard-on just thinking about it.
He turned to the two giggling slavegirls, who were making out at the moment, and said, “Steffi and Jenni, face me!”
They happily obliged.
He grinned, and said, “What do you say we increase this office’s team spirit a bit?”
The duo immediately went to work, walking into the closet and squealing with delight over how slutty the cheer outfits were.
The cheer outfits were similar to the schoolgirl outfits, but with some differences. The ribbons were orange instead of blue, and the skirt was as well, although equally short. Instead of a piece of cloth, however, they wore a straight-up crop top, although a low-cut one that gratuitously showed the underboob. There was also a hole in the middle of the top, completely revealing most of their gorgeous tits. They also, of course, had large, bright orange pom-poms. They strutted out showing themselves off to Master.
Michael grinned. The uniforms were perfect.
Steffi and Jenni made their way to the meeting room unnoticed, and made the P.A. announcement. It was met with a lot of grumbling and very little enthusiasm. Everyone slowly and reluctantly filed into the room as Michael stood at the door, app in hand. As each employee filed into the room, Michael hypnotized them into thinking that no matter what they saw in there, they would not quit the company because of it, talk to anyone about it, or do anything about it as it was happening or afterwards. Michael sat down in the front row, hand already in pants. Two minutes passed.
“Where are they?” asked one of the employees, unaware of what he was instigating.
The side door burst open and the cheerleaders strutted in, giant grins on their faces. “Haaaaaay, boys!” exclaimed Steffi, tits bouncing all over the place. “We’re here to git y’all pumped up!”
Steffi and Jenni were in heaven as the football team cheered. All of those hot guys with their massive cocks… they were ready and raring to go.
Back in the office, everyone stood, staring in disbelief as their bitchy, stuck-up, misogynistic bosses acted like they were the ultimate stereotype of the high-school cheerleader. The cheer began.
“Sit back, relax, and have a beer
While we dance sexy and show our cheer!”
Steffi and Jenni wiggled their hips back and forth suggestively.
“We hope that you make real great passes
For our sexy tits and asses!”
When the words “tits” was said, Steffi jiggled her own, and when “asses” was said, Jenni turned around and slapped hers.
“Everyone knows know how hard you work
Which is why we turn around and twerk!”
Steffi and Jenni wiggled their asses to kingdom come in the most passionate twerk a woman has ever given.
“Please relax, please just sit,
Enjoy our big and bouncy tits!”
Steffi and Jenni shook their tits intensely, a massive, cheesy grin on their faces.
“If you have a hard-on, you’re in luck
’Cause both of us just love to fuck!”
Jenni and Steffi lifted up their tiny skirts and thrusted their twitching pussies towards the still-disbelieving audience.
“All that playing can get you stuck in limbo
Which is why we’re here, your slutty bimbos!”
The verse was punctuated with lots of twirling around, skirts flying up and pigtails flying around.
“Feel free to masturbate and grunt
Drop your load inside our cunt!”
Steffi and Jenni made motions like they were giving handjobs.
“We hope that you all bust a nut,
’Cause we’re both big dumb horny sluts!”
Steffi and Jenni jumped up and down, shaking their pom-poms, moving their skirts upwards, bouncing their titties, and throwing their hair into disarray, as they saw the entire football time cumming like crazy.
“We hope that y’all had, like, a gud time!” exclaimed Jenni. “Like, rally dismi-uh-ssed.”
Immediately after saying this, the two pulled Michael onto the floor. Steffi began to stroke Michael’s cock intensely, while Jenni lay on top, intensely making out with him. He felt his tounge touch hers, her lipstick get on his lips. He opened his eyes as she took her top off. He felt Steffi’s soft hands stroking his twitching cock and…
“Holy fuck, I’m about to cum!” Jenni rushed over to get as much as possible. He came all over their titties and into their gaping mouths as the last employee left the office. The two satisfied bimbos drooled into each other’s mouths, desperately trying to get as much cum as possible.
“Well, that was some team spirit!” said Michael, ending the delusion and turning the girls back into his slaves.
“What do you girls say?” asked Michael.
“Like, thank you Master!” said the girls.
“Alright, I’m going to take a nap. Wake me up with a blowjob in an hour.”
He left.
Chapter Eight — New Job
After a week, Michael was ready to take things to the next level. He didn’t just want to gain personal satisfaction from this: he wanted to make money.
He walked in to the slave’s daily “Hiiiiiiiii, Master!” He sat in the chair in front of his desk and put his feet up.
“Alright, girls!” he yelled. Steffi and Jenni immediately ran over to his desk and stood at attention. “Now, girls, I think it’s time you started making some money for Master.”
He pulled out the ad page for the newspaper that he had been reading and placed it on the desk. The add said the following:
Strippers Wanted!$30/h + Tips1:00am – 4:00am
It then gave an address and a phone number. “Well girls? You want to become strippers?”
Before they could answer, he pulled out the app and added to their profiles:
Place thoughts here:
You have always wanted to become a stripper.
Showing off your body in front of men turns you on like nothing else, except for Master.
You would be honored and eager to become strippers.
He tapped “SET”, and Steffi and Jenni immediately perked up. “We would, like, looooooove to Master!” yelled Jenni. Steffi nodded in agreement.
“Well, then, girls, what are you waiting for? I already called to number to apply for an interview, so wiggle your slutty asses over there and get that job!”
Steffi and Jenni giggled and stepped out. Michael sighed in contentment.
Twenty minutes later, Steffi and Jenni walked into the strip club, wearing their schoolgirl outfits. Steffi looked at the usher and said, in her dumbest, sluttiest voice, “Like, hi there cutie. We’re, like, here to interview for the stripper job. giggle”. She winked at him.
The usher, with a full-on boner, stammered a bit, before allowing them into the managers office, who looked at them before coughing a lot and stammering. “Um… come in…”
The girls plopped down on the two chairs facing the manager, their tits bouncing as they did. The manager looked at the girls faces. He knew that, no matter how good they were at dancing, they would bring in the money either way.
“Now,” he said, clearing his throat and desperately trying to not look at their round, jiggly breasts. He failed multiple times.
“Although you are certainly… gifted when it comes to looks, I just want to make sure you can also dance.” He pointed to the stripper pole that was set up in his room. “Er, you, the blond, you go first.”
Jenni pointed at her tits. “Like, me?” she asked. “Yes, you,” said the manager. “Get up there.” He tried to stick his hand in his pants as subtly as possible. Both Steffi and Jenni noticed, and it turned them on all the more.
Jenni walked up to the pole and grabbed it, leaned onto her back, and began it ride it. She scraped her pussy against the pole, up and down, up and down, before picking up her legs and wrapping them around it.
She began to spiral upwards, then downwards. She landed on the ground, still holding the pole. She pulled herself closer so that the pole rested in-between her tits, then leaned downwards. She stuck her ass out as far as it could go, then wiggled it for a bit. She shot a slutty stare at the manager and slapped it.
“Alright! That’s enough!” said the manager, panicking as he realized that he was on the verge of soiling his pants with cum right in front of the new employees.
“You’re hired! Both of you!” Jenni got off of the pole and walked back to the desk, a giant smile on her face. Steffi looked equally pleased, if not a little disappointed that she couldn’t show herself off as much as Jenni. Then, she had an idea.
“Like, thank you soooooo much, mister!” she exclaimed. “You want a lapdance as thanks?”
The manager stared at Steffi, then at Jenni, then back at Steffi, and slowly nodded.
Chapter Nine — Order Up!
Steffi and Jenni walked into Michael’s office with giant grins on their faces and cum all over their bodies.
“We got the job, Master! We, like, start next week!” Jenni exclaimed excitedly. Michael smiled. He had spent his slave’s time away researching the mysterious app, but he could find no information on the developer other than their screen name, which read “Mrs. TF”. He assumed that the TF stood for “TransFormation”, but he could only guess. He also noticed the strange fact that the app had immediately become undownloadable the second that he had downloaded it. The store page was still available, but the download link didn’t work. Michael found this strange.
He turned his attention back to the cum-covered sluts facing him. “Well, in that case, I suppose that it’s time to hit the bars and party!”
He pulled out two slutty barmaid costumes and ordered them to put it on. They obeyed excitedly. Then, he whipped out the app and began editing both Steffi and Jenni’s “Thoughts” section.
Place Thoughts Here:
When I say the phrase “One Drink, Please”, you will believe that you are barmaids at a small local bar.
You are a very shy, timid girl that does not like showing herself off at all.
You will believe that you are currently standing in the bar, and that one person is the only customer. Because of this, you and the other barmaid will both serve him.
He will request a pint of beer, which you will pour and announce “Order Up!”
Everytime you say or hear the phrase, “Order Up!”, you will down the pint instead, automatically.
As you get more and more drunk, you will begin to loosen up a bit. You’ll flirt a bit. Show off your assets a little bit more.
The drunker you get, the sluttier you become.
Every time you hiccup, you develop more of a Valley Girl accent, with a healthy dose of ghetto mixed in.
Eventually, you’ll be completely and totally blackout drunk, and you’ll be the sluttiest barmaids in the entire universe.
He set the phone down and pulled out of the closet the several gallons of beer he had. He pulled the one in the water cooler out and replaced it with one of the gallons of beer. He then set up a folding bar, moved the two women to their positions behind the bar, placed a couple pint glasses on it, along with a couple bottles of beer in front of it for himself, and tapped “SET”.
Steffi and Jenni woke up and looked around. Before they had time to say anything, he requested “One drink, please!”
Jenni blinked at him, looked around, blinked a couple more times and finally focused on the area around her. “Oh, um, er… yes, sir. Sorry sir.”
She walked up to the former water cooler and filled up the glass. “Order up!”, she called. She immediately chugged it, before placing it on the ber. She looked confused at what she had just done, as did Steffi.
Steffi said, “Er, my co-worker can be a little… strange. Here, I’ll get you one.”
She repeated the same actions as her co-worker, with about the same effect. The pint was downed. Steffi shook her head woozily. That was weird. What had come over her?
Michael grabbed one of the beer bottles, opened it, and asked for another pint. He drank the bottle.
The same song and dance was repeated until Steffi and Jenni had each had four pints. At this point, their walks were staggering and their stares were slightly off. Michael requested another pint.
Jenni responded by brushing her hair back slightly, giggling, and saying, “Okay, cutie!” She wiggled her ass a little at him as she walked to the water cooler, filled the pint up, yelled the trigger phrase, and passionately downed it.
Around the seventh pint, the girls began to loosen up completely, and had developed a noticeable accent. When Michael asked for a pint, Steffi woozily leaned over the bar, placing her tits on top of it, and said, “Anything -hic- for, like, you, hottie!” She burst out into a giggle fit. This time, when she drank the pint, she woozily missed and spilled half of it onto her breasts with an “Oopsie!” followed by a giggle fit. Michael downed another bottle.
It was the tenth pint, and the girls were both now freely showing themselves off as much as possible and bluntly flirting with Michael. As Jenni made her way to the cooler, wiggling her ass and tits on the way, Steffi drunkenly exclaimed, “Daaaaayyyyyuuuuuum, gurl, dat is, like, a fiiiiiiiiiine -hic- ass you got dere!” She slapped the ass as it passed by, then whirled around to face Michael. “And you’se is lookin, like, fine as -hic- hell too!” Michael responded to this by pulling out one of the beer bottles and placing it between Steffi’s tits. Steffi licked her lips at him suggestively while Jenni spilled most of the pint all over herself.
It was the twelfth pint and both girls couldn’t walk anymore, forcing them to prop themselves up against the bar. At the moment, both girls each had two beer bottles stuck between their tits, four down their skirts, and several more in other places. Steffi had shoved it through her hair like a pin and kept it there.
Jenni staggered around the bar, towards Michael, before falling to the ground and grabbing his hard cock. “Like, -hic- youse hadst, like, da biggedst cawk in dee worrl!” She went into a laughing fit as she unzipped his pants and began to suck. Steff jumped on top of the bar and wrapped her legs around Michael, pulling him towards her. She shoved her tits in his face and asked, “Do -hic- du yuze, lyke, lyke my titdtz?”
He then decided to complete his quest: he requested eight pints.
Jenni slowly got up and staggered over to to cooler, and poured four pints. But before she could say, “Order Up!”, Michael requested that each girl down half.
When all was said and done, the two slutty barmaids, sixteen pints of beer in each stomach, crawled over to Michaels cock. Jenni hiccuped and said, in an accent so think it was almost indecipherable, “Pleeze fuk mi an Steffi. Wi ist lyke, da bigdedst sluhtz in de hawl wyde worl!”
Michael happily obliged, fucking each girl’s perfect pussies with all of his might. When all was done and his cock felt just about ready to explode, he came all over the slutty girls faces. He then, with a grin, told them to go out to the “street” and try to fuck the first guy they saw.
Jenni and Steffi staggered out of the office doors and into the offices cubicles, where lower-level employees worked. Steffi took one step and collapsed on the ground, unconscious. Jenni staggered, then crawled towards one of the employees, shouting, “Mi wawnt tu bi fuwked! Yousea luk lyk yousea hav uh byyyyyyyg kok!” She tried to pull herself upwards, stand up, but she just couldn’t. She felt the beer make its way through her digestive system. Her delicate body wasn’t equipped to handle that much beer. She stared at the employee, her face drenched in cum, and pissed herself as she threw up everywhere. Her knees buckled as she fell onto the floor, unconscious.
Michael was elated. His bitchy boss had lost any and all respect that she had managed to garner over her years through this one action. He imagined how he would have reacted if, when he was caught masturbating earlier, instead of awful bitchy Stephanie coming in, Jennifer had come in, except wearing a revealing barmaid outfit with beer bottles stuck everywhere, drunkenly begged in a ghetto-valley-girl accent that he fuck her, pissed herself, threw up everywhere, then collapsed on the ground. How embarrassed would his boss Jennifer be if she had known what he was forcing her to do as Jenni!
Then he got an idea.
Chapter Ten — Reversion
Place Thoughts Here:
Whenever I snap my fingers and tell you do do something or to think something, you will instantly do it.
Whenever I say the word “bitch” and snap my fingers, you will revert back to your old, bitchy personalities, with no memory of anything that has happened while under hypnosis. You will be Stephanie and Jennifer.
Whenever I say the word “slave” and snap my fingers, you will turn back into my bubbly, horny, slutty bimbo sex slaves. You will be Steffi and Jenni.
Michael typed this into the app and was about to click “SET” when he noticed something odd. There was no “REVERT” button. He had to actively type in a suggestion in order to revert his subjects back to their original personalities. He remembered that he had some experience with coding, and decided to check this out. He tapped the “SET” button before tinkering with the code a bit. After a couple of minutes, he managed to add a “REVERT” button next to “SET”.
He ordered the two giggling sluts to sit down in the chairs that he had set out for them. The chairs had straps everywhere: hands, chest, feet; in order to make sure that the girls couldn’t possibly escape. She had made them wear their recently arrived stripper outfits: the skimpiest bikinis a person could possibly create. They covered the girls’s nipples, pussy, and nothing else. Even the outfit’s success at covering those two things could be easily called into question. They were basically naked.
They were perfect. Making sure that Steffi and Jessi were strapped in tight, he stared at them, snapped his fingers, and said, in a clear voice, “Bitch!”
Stephanie and Jennifer opened their eyes to find themselves wearing disgusting outfits, strapped to a chair, that scumbag Michael staring at them, grinning.
“YOU’D BETTER FUCKING EXPLAIN YOURSELF, YOU PIECE OF SHIT!” screamed Jennifer as she and Stephanie both tried to wriggle their way out of their tiny prisons. Jennifer searched her mind, desperately trying to remember how she had got here. She had walked in on some slut giving a striptease to Michael. That slut had been…
She turned to Stephanie. “YOU HAVE SOME GODDAMNED EXPLAINING TO DO YOURSELF!” she yelled at her. “LAST TIME I SAW YOU, YOU WERE PLEASURING THAT HUMAN PILE OF FECES’S PATHETIC EXCUSE FOR A DICK!”
Stephanie was at a loss. “What!?”, she yelled. “Last thing I remember, he insulted me, then… well, now we’re here!”
“Girls, girls,” said Michael. “Everything will become clear once you simply…” He snapped his fingers. “Remember everything.”
Everything came flooding back to Jennifer and Stephanie. Their schoolgirl outfits and pleasing Michael. Their cheerleader performance in front of the entire office. Their application and acceptance to work as strippers. Their drunken actions as barmaids. Embarrassing themselves in front of everyone they worked with.
“You… YOU’LL FUCKING PAY FOR THIS, YOU BASTARD! I’LL KILL YOU!”
“And how do you plan on doing that?” asked Michael. Jennifer tried to come up with some sort of retort, some sort of brilliant plan to get back at this awful man.
She said nothing.
“That’s what I thought, sweetheart. Now, I know you’re bitchy, controlling, awful self is probably really not used to not being in control, but guess the fuck what, you’re not the one in control anymore.”
“I’ll make you pay!”
“How?”
“I- I just will.”
“Yeah, how about everything you say from now has to be said in a giggly, vapid, valley girl accent.”
Snap.
Jennifer chuckled. “As if you can, like, make me do that! giggle” A shocked expression appeared on her face.
She said sweetly, “I’ll, like, fucking kill you! Lol!” She tried saying again, angrily, but she couldn’t. This time, she had even winked at him flirtatiously afterwards.
“How about we add a twinge of country to that accent?”
Snap.
“Say that again.”
Snap.
“Y’all is gunna, like, fuckin’ die!”
“What about a ghetto accent? Huh?”
Snap.
“Say it again.”
Snap.
“Ima gonna fuking kyll u!”
Jennifer stared at the ground, defeated.
Michael turned to Stephanie. “How about you, huh? You haven’t been saying much.”
Stephanie looked at him. “There’s no point,” she said.
“Oh yeah? Well that’s no fun. Guess I better turn you back…”
Stephanie quickly looked up with wide, panicked eyes, and yelled, “Wait, please no!”
Michael grinned. “Beg for it, bitch.”
“Please!”, Stephanie begged. “Don’t! I don’t want to!”
“Say you’re sorry! Beg for mercy!”
“I’m sorry! Please!”
“To little, too FUCKING LATE!”
As Stephanie screamed “NO!”, Michael snapped his fingers and said, “Stephanie, Slave.”
Stephanie’s “NO!” faded out as Steffi flashed a slutty grin at her Master. He unstrapped her. She immediately clung to his arm and rested her head on his shoulder.
“What I don’t understand is how you knew about Theophania’s app,” said Jennifer.
“Wait, what?” Theophania… the CEO? Theophania Fawn? Her app?
These were the thoughts going through Michael’s head as Theophania Fawn, CEO, confidently opened the door and strutted into the room, before turning to face Michael.
“You have a whole lot of explaining to do, Michael Davis.”