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Three days after Sally and I had finished crafting our perfect plan, Charles Eskin jetted into town on his private plane, and gave a ten-minute interview to all the news channels while leaning easily against his limousine. He confirmed that he was in town to, “seek a prospective deal with a local company,” but was coyly evasive about his exact target. He managed to prolong the mystery for another fourteen hours: at 8:05 the next morning, it was announced that he had made an attractive offer to shareholders of the city’s oldest company, adding roughly fifteen percent to the value of their stock. I knew that this was just his opening gambit because I had made Allison analyze possible takeover strategies; she was high by a significant amount.

“I think it means he’s not sure what he’s getting into, master,” she said over lunch that day. “Historically, he won’t risk any more than about twenty percent of what he has to gain, and I think I accounted for the company’s obligations that he can shed right away, like the charitable stuff and people and the pension plan.” I was growing increasingly impressed by her business acumen. Allison was even smarter than I had originally thought, and the implanted obsession that gave her as much dedication to schooling and working in business as she had towards being my sex slave allowed her to display that intelligence to its fullest. During her internship, she had impressed Mr. Alton, the head of the company, so much, that he had personally offered her a post-graduation middle management job in his finance department.

“So what’s the mood at the office?” I asked, wondering if there was sufficient panic for me to push the wheels into motion.

“Yesterday, it was kind of a nervous anticipation,” she replied. “I was in class this morning. My advanced finance teacher takes attendance and it affects our grade. I’ll give you a quick call to let you—”

“Allison,” I softly said, revealing her crystal. She stared into it, her mind open to my hypnotic command. “I want you to take the sensitive financial information that you have gathered and put it in a form that would be the most useful to Mr. Eskin. You will not consciously know that you have done this.”

“Yes, master.” I put the crystal away, and she resumed, “—know after I get there this afternoon. It’s not going to be pretty.”

I was counting on that. Howard Alton was on record as saying that he would not be the last of the Altons to own the Alton Company, and he sounded like he was the ready to fight Eskin to his last breath. He might even have a chance of staving off the takeover attempt; it sounded like Eskin didn’t quite know enough to ascertain the best price for the company. If that was true, then it would be a matter of who blinked first in a high-stakes poker game. However, the inside information that Allison was going to provide would put a firm dollar amount on the company’s obligations, and allow Eskin to make the best bid quickly, putting all the pressure on Alton.

Allison returned that night under the impression that she and her marvelous body were going to serve me. I called to her from behind the bedroom’s closed doors and she froze as soon as she opened it, her willpower lost to the soft, repeated flashing of the WARPing light. “Come, Allison. Sit down while you look at the light.” She moved slowly, perching next to me on the bed, her eyes locked on the blinking ball in my hands. “Now it is time to forget the old Allison for a while, until you hear your master say, ‘New Allison vanish. Repeat the words that will bring you back to me if you understand.

“New... Allison... vanish,” she returned in a quiet, emotionless monotone.

“Very good, Allison. When you hear me speak those words, you will forget everything you have done while you were new Allison, and you will never remember any of it. You will only be able to remember that you have served your master very well, and this will make you very happy, so you won’t ever have to think about it again, or try to remember that time. Your master will be so happy that he commands that your body will have an orgasm when you have forgotten all that the new Allison has done and you are completely my slave once again.” I made her repeat the phrase that would restore her current personality until I was confident that it would work. No one except the most gold-digging, sycophantic social climber would want to have anything to do with the greedy, calculating, selfish bitch I was about to create. “Allison, what you want the most in life is to become rich and powerful. People are either obstacles or steppingstones on the way to this goal. You are ruthless and relentless in your pursuit of this goal. You believe that loyalty and morality is what holds most people back and they are suckers because of it.” I wove her new personality throughout the night in half-hour bursts to keep the light charged, drawing on my intimate, first-hand knowledge of personality disorders to reduce Allison’s innate sense of good and bad to cinders, leaving only the desire to become rich and powerful as quickly as possible, by any means available. It was hard, exhausting work to dredge up my old personality and mores. It occurred to me that the reason it was such hard work was that I no longer had amoral behavior as the default— sometime during the last year-and-a-half, I had managed to acquire a rudimentary, albeit situational, sense of good and bad.

Finally, satisfied that I had changed Allison into a scheming, conniving, backstabbing, get-ahead-at-any-cost wench, I gave her her final commands. It was almost 6 AM. “You will continuously gauge Mr. Alton’s mental state. If you feel that he is desperate to save his company from Mr. Eskin, and willing to try anything, you will ask your roommate the following question: how’s your love life?” At that, Cindy would go to Sally, who would then go to Joe. I was counting on Eskin’s paranoia and expecting him to be monitoring Allison closely. She would have no further contact with me until it was time for me to meet him. “You will no longer recognize me as your master until you hear me speak the words that restore you to your old self. You will only know me as a guy in financial records at Alton who you’ve sucked and fucked to get at the information you gave Eskin, and you will need me in your final meeting with Eskin because only I have access to that vital information. You will tell Eskin that the only reason I am doing this is because you have suckered me into believing that you will marry me once the deal goes through, and we will both be rich. You will also tell Eskin that you have no intention of marrying someone like me.”

I watched Allison walk out of my place with some regrets. Part of the plan hinged on keeping Eskin in the dark about my identity until I met him face-to-face, and so I was cut off from Allison and her roommate for the duration. I figured that Eskin would do a background check on both Allison and Cindy, and he’d probably have Allison followed. I couldn’t erase all traces of the connections between me and the girls (I was listed as a partner in Joe’s business, which “employed” Cindy.) However, I doubted that it would raise any red flags because porno businesses often have silent, money partners. Another piece of regret stemmed from the knowledge that Allison would be having sex with our target. It bothered me a little, but I had come to regard it as an acceptable tactical loss in the pursuit of ultimate gain, so I accepted it. Besides, on the rare occasion that I wavered on it, my beloved evil girlfriend was there to provide amoral support.

However, as Allison got into her car and drove away, I was surprised to find that the strongest regret I had was about what I had just done to her mind. I was sure that the WARPing effect would cause her to act the way I had programmed, but I didn’t know how her subconscious would react. Would Allison have bad dreams, dreams full of vague half-recollections of true events, thoughts, and actions? If so, when would they start? How long would they last? Would some part of her like her new personality enough to keep it, like she had done with becoming my sex slave? There was no way to tell, and although I knew I could probably deal with any consequences, a part of me regretted having stripped Allison of her likable self, even if it was for just a little while. I pushed the melancholy thoughts away by concentrating on my goal: it was within reach, and the plan to achieve it had been set into motion without any pre-launch problems. All I had to do was wait.

Sally was leisurely riding on top of me, her eyes dreamily regarding something I couldn’t see, with me rock-hard and embedded all the way inside her. Occasionally, she would let a soft squeak of pleasure out. Sally had stopped working extra shifts in anticipation of the successful execution of our plan, so my girlfriend and I had been getting intimately reacquainted. “Guh-guh-guh...” the noises forced themselves through my lips, and Sally responded by shifting her weight forward, leaning to kiss me, and changing the languid motion of her hips to up-and-down at a much higher tempo, sliding her pussy along my cock, slick with her juices. The new sensation brought me to orgasm a few seconds later, and I sighed her name in rapture while I flooded her pussy. The first thing I was able to feel after that was something soft and wet and warm causing even more of the intense sensation to shoot through my entire body. It was an effort to lift my head and open my eyes so that I could see what was prolonging my orgasm, if not my ejaculation. Sometime during my orgasmic senselessness, Sally had dismounted me and was now lovingly cleaning my slowly shrinking dick with her mouth.

Completely spent, the only thing I could do was make a feeble, but well-intentioned reach for my lover, who was rearranging herself for a post-sex cigarette. “I’m sorry I don’t use accessories like Allison and Cindy,” she apologetically offered.

I couldn’t believe that Sally thought she was not superior to our other two slaves in every way, but I could fix that easily enough. “Deeply hypnotized,” I interjected. Her cigarette and lighter hit the bed and bounced onto the carpet before she could light them. “Sally, you will never apologize to me for not doing the things that my other slaves do to make themselves sexy for me ever again. You are the leader of my pack, and that makes you infinitely sexy to me. Now and forever.”

Sally looked around for her cigarette and lighter after waking up from her brief attitude adjustment with a perplexed expression on her face. Upon sighting them on the floor, she coyly asked, “What did you just tell me?” I met the smile that never failed to charm me with feigned innocence. “Alright...” she purred with her eyes full of mischief. “I guess I’m gonna hafta wait to have this and then... I’m gonna fuck it out of you!” I grabbed her and we rolled around the bed, giggling.

The news crews followed Charles Eskin around town, but he did not seem to be in any hurry to make any moves other than the original offer—at least not publicly. I was pretty sure that meetings had occurred between the two parties, but I had no way of knowing since Allison was out-of-touch and she wouldn’t remember who I was anyway. The television interviews were cordial and he was charming, in sort of a cold, detached way, but nothing of any significance was revealed. For a change, Sally was the impatient one, especially when Eskin jetted away for a week to attend to some other business. “We have the plan in place, and it’s just a matter of letting it play out,” I assured her. “We’ve accounted for the biggest variable—his behavior— and I know him well enough by reflection to be confident. All we are waiting on is for Eskin to act on Allison’s offer. He’s had time to have her investigated, which he most certainly has done, so we’ll see how long it will take him to use the information she’s been trying to give him to turn up the heat on Alton.”

“Are you sure, baby?” worried Sally. I nodded once, curtly, and definitively affirmed my assertion. “Well, if you’re sure...” She left the room, returning a few moments later with a tipped cigar trailing smoke as we walked past me. Sally stopped at the bedroom door, leaned against the doorway, and dragged, allowing the light from the bedroom to illuminate her slow, silent exhale. “I’ve got a lot of nervous energy right now,” she husked, the words faint, even in the quiet of my apartment. “Wanna help me get rid of some of it?” I could see the sparkle in her beautiful eyes, even from across the room.

Three days after Charles Eskin returned to town, a new, better (stunningly so) offer was made for the Alton Company. Evidently, my WARPed turncoat had made her initial moves, and the endgame was afoot. Two days after that, Sally came home from work and yelled, “Alton’s ready!” before launching herself into my arms.

“That means that you get to make your phone call tomorrow,” I smiled. The first thing I had Allison do in her new persona was to swipe the number for Harold Alton’s private line: the first time Eskin used it would put Alton off-balance and make him worry about industrial espionage. However, Allison was not aware that she had used the Cindy relay via Joe to send the number to me as well.

Sally nodded energetically, her eyes sparkling and said, “Yup.” Suddenly, her eyes narrowed and she throatily said, “But at the risk of being premature, I want to celebrate with my hot boyfriend tonight.”

The next morning, Sally called in sick to work as planned, and after a surprisingly unhurried breakfast, she pulled out one of the several disposable cell phones we’d bought. I nodded at her, and she dialed Harold Alton’s private number. “Hello, Mr. Alton,” she calmly said. “Who I am is not important, and how I got your private line is even less so.” There was a pause, and then she announced, “He hung up on me.” This was not unanticipated, and our response had been calculated to prevent that from happening a second time. The next call was made mid-afternoon from a different cell phone. “I can help you save your company, and furthermore, I have no interest in obtaining any part of it in exchange.” Then she hung up. “Think it’ll work?”

This was the main element of uncertainty; of course Alton was interested in saving his company, but someone else’s level of desperation was a difficult thing to gauge. If Alton believed that he still had options, he would dismiss our contacts as crank calls. By eleven p.m., I was ready to concede that we had miscalculated his state of mind. We had turned on the news to see if there was anything new being reported about the takeover bid. There were no such stories in the weekly business recap, but my hand froze on the remote as they moved into a fluff piece about a new, high-end nightclub in town. I gasped loud enough for Sally to hear me from the kitchen. She arrived at a half-trot asking, “What’s wrong?”

I rewound the news broadcast by a few seconds. There may have not been any business news, but Eskin was making social news, showing up at a local hotspot with a complete retinue. And Allison was on his arm, looking gorgeous—and a little older, but in a very good way— perched on Eskin’s arm. She appeared to be both comfortable and possessive. “That’s a designer outfit,” Sally noted. “I didn’t think she owned anything like that.”

“She doesn’t,” I confirmed. “I bet it’s the first payment for the information she gave him.” I backed the video up and watched again as the camera lingered on her, adding, “She looks so grown-up,” in a voice tinged with sadness.

My girlfriend comforted me with, “Remember who she is right now, sweetie. That’s not our Allison. That’s the greedy bitch we created to get the plan going. And it’s working.” she grasped my hand in a show of support, and we shared a tender moment—

—That was cut short by the unfamiliar ring of a cell phone in another room. We looked at each other with excitement before Sally bolted for the phone with me right behind her. “Hello Mr. Alton,” she replied, sounding composed. “Yes, our offer is still on the table.” She smiled wolfishly at me. “I will call you tomorrow at eleven a.m., on your private line with more information.” There was a pause while she listened. “Our service is not inexpensive, but the net cost to you may surprise you.” Another pause. “Let’s just say that Mr. Eskin has a lot of enemies, and that we believe in locally-owned family businesses. Good night, sir.” Sally shut the cell phone off, retrieved a hammer, and smashed it to bits. Traceability was a big no-no. “He saw Allison and now he’s worried about what Eskin knows. Now he’s desperate enough.” She and I went to bed, too excited to go to sleep right away, and too excited to have sex to help get us there.

“Good morning, Mr. Alton. Did you sleep well?”

“Young lady, I think you know the answer to that question,” said Harold Alton’s voice over the cell phone’s speaker. “But I suppose you had to open this conversation in some way.”

“Yes,” acknowledged Sally, “I did. Since our time is limited, let me tell you up front that the cost of our service is thirty-seven million dollars, cash, or similar liquid asset.” She paused as we had rehearsed in order to let Alton express his disbelief.

“Young lady—I assume you don’t want to give me your name—I don’t have access to that kind of money. Yes, I’m worth well more than that, but that’s a combination of several different kinds of assets, not all of them liquid.”

“We understand that, Mr. Alton. However, we would not set such a price unreasonably. For that amount, we guarantee that you will retain control of your family business, and emerge from this takeover effort in a much more secure position, and stronger than you could ever imagine.”

“As good as that sounds,” Alton said, sounding wistful, “it only makes wish like hell that I could pay you what you’re askin’ for.”

“If we fail,” Sally easily resumed, “you and the Alton Companies will be in exactly the same position as you are now without having expended a single cent. The only thing you will have lost is some of your stalling time—but I see that my time is almost up. We will contact you again, later today.” She hung up, and we destroyed the phone. “He’s definitely interested.”

“And the next phone call won’t be monitored,” I said as we pulled into the highway rest stop. “We were cutting it a little close there. I’m pretty sure that they didn’t get an exact fix, but we need to be extra careful this next call. Just in case.”

We made the next call at 3:30 in the afternoon. “I assume that you don’t want to be found since this is the fourth number you’ve used to call me,” Alton correctly noted. “And from that, I’ve concluded that whatever it is you’re doing is illegal.” It wasn’t a big surprise that he’d figured that much out.

“Then I take it that you’re not interested in doing business with us.” Sally’s voice had an air of finality in it, but she delivered the statement without any trace of fear.

“Now I didn’t say that,” Alton interrupted. ”If you can save this company from that bastard, and the jobs of my loyal employees, I’m prepared to make you a decent counter-offer. As long as my lawyers can verify that it will stick in any court.”

“Granted, our—method—is unconventional,” Sally admitted in response, “but the outcomes are a result of standard, perfectly legal business transactions. In short, to all accounts, your problem will be solved via one or more actual business deals between you and Mr. Eskin, except that all of them will favor you.” We waited for a reaction, and when we didn’t get one, Sally resumed, “It is for that reason that our price is not negotiable.”

An audible sigh came over the phone. “I just don’t see how I could come up with more than six million or so in liquid assets. I’d be willing to give you a stake in the comp—”

“You may not have that much in cash or easily liquidated assets, Mr. Alton,” Sally calmly broke in, “but Charles Eskin does. And that’s where we would be getting our payment from, not from any of your assets, personal or corporate.” There was stunned silence on the phone. “Mr. Alton, we are not just offering you the chance to maintain control of the Alton Companies and to keep it in the family. We are offering you the opportunity to become the majority partner in Charles Eskin’s private equity firm. You could do a lot of good things with his money. Maybe put some people back to work at companies that he’s sucked dry.”

“And then once I had control, all I would have to do is to transfer your money to the Caymans or someplace like that,” Alton said thoughtfully.

“Actually, sir,” replied Sally, “we will make those arrangements prior to the formation of your new partnership.” I knew that her heart must be racing just like mine, but her voice was steady and even, so businesslike in the delivery of our proposal. Although what we were proposing was fantastic, the proposal itself sounded logical and reasonable. “You don’t have much time to decide,” she stated. “We will contact you tomorr—”

“—I have a hell of a lot of questions, young lady, not the least of which is why me—oh, and this call is not being traced or recorded. I give you my word,” he interrupted. “But if you can do everything you’ve told me, then I’d be willing to double your payment.” I signaled Sally that time was up, and she removed the phone’s battery. Whatever else Harold Alton was going to say would have to wait.

“Do you think we should call him back as soon as we can?” Sally asked. “He sure sounded like he was ready to accept.”

“Not until we can answer his why me question to his satisfaction, and we get to another location at least two hours away from here.” Sally nodded, and tossed the cell the cell phone out of the car window, over a short grassy cliff.

We drove for almost four hours, finally choosing a scenic outcropping where we could have our dinner, watch the sunset, and make another call. Alton didn’t pick up, so we figured that he was otherwise occupied. After a brief debate, we decided to keep the cell phone just in case he tried to contact us. At about 11:30, it rang twice, from his number, and then stopped. A few seconds later, the pattern repeated, and then a third time.

“Hello, Mr. Alton. It is almost tomorrow,” Sally wryly noted. “What can we do for you?” He reiterated his question from the last call. “We picked you because you make for a convenient linchpin,” Sally responded, “although we are very aware of your corporate and personal philosophy on business and its relation to the communities where it operates. Please don’t disappoint us.”

At that, Alton chuckled. “Are you that sure that I’m going to accept your offer?” The question startled me; this was the one contingency for which I hadn’t planned. “Yes sir, we are.” My girlfriend’s confident, assured voice shut off my rising panic. “Otherwise, you wouldn’t have signaled us at near-midnight that you wanted to talk.” Once again, my other half had proved herself more than capable of compensating for my weaknesses.

“So you’re absolutely sure that you can pull this off, Mission Impossible-style?”

“As with any venture, there is some risk,” she forthrightly answered. “However, none of it will be traced to you, as long as you get rid of your cell phone and change the number after we’ve finished. Like Mission Impossible, the risk is all ours. Feel free to disavow any knowledge of our actions, should you be contacted about us. We will not disclose your involvement, and it would be quite believable that we were acting alone, on our own motivations. Thirty-seven million dollars is a lot of money.”

“Then I’m in,” Alton declared. “And if you pull this off, I will double your fee.”

“No thank you, sir.” We could almost hear Alton’s confusion in the silence on the phone. “With all due respect, our fee is based on real numbers and real circumstances so that it will not seem unusual for that amount of money to vanish.”

“I didn’t think it was possible to disappear that much money without someone noticing,” he said, more to himself than us. “Well, do I at least get to thank you?”

“Not in person. If we are successful, you will receive one more communication from us sometime this week with instructions on how you should proceed.”

There was another silence on the phone, but it was broken by a long, deliberate noisy intake of breath. “So what do I need to do right now?” Alton finally asked.

“Stall. Make Eskin think that there’s more to be gotten from your company, and that’s why you’re holding out.” Sally paused for effect. “We will take care of the rest from there. Good night, Mr. Alton.”

The phone rang in the apartment Monday evening. I answered hoping that this was the call I’d impatiently been waiting for since five p.m. “Hello, is this Sammy?” My heart gave a little leap at the sound of Allison’s voice. A voice that immediately turned honeyed and full of sexual promise when I confirmed my cover identity. “I’m so happy I was able to get in touch with you!” purred Allison with an enthusiasm that I was positive was fake. “You know that—thing—we talked about?” I said yes, doing my best to sound like an infatuated, clueless geek. “Well, I need it.” At that, I hemmed and hawed, hoping that I wasn’t overdoing my reluctance. “But Sammy, sweetie,” pouted Allison, “we talked about this. I told you I might need those records to insure our future. You and me, together forever, and rich.” There was a pause, and then Allison’s voice got soft and very throaty. “Just think of all the kinds of fun we’re going to have, especially if we don’t have to get out of bed to go to work.”

She was good. I felt the first stirrings of an erection just from the innuendo that saturated her voice promising sexual delights undreamt of by any nerd. “Please? For me? For us?” she cooed. My dick swelled some more in an involuntary response.

Nonetheless, even as the good-hearted, undersexed nerd, I still had to have my own agenda, so I would be believable. “Well, I saw you on TV with that Eskin guy, and you looked awful happy to be with him.” The intent had been to sound petulant and jealous, but I was surprised to find out that it wasn’t an act. I really did resent her looking so—attached to him.

“But we went there straight from a business dinner, sweetheart,” she protested innocently. “I couldn’t very well have run out on Charlie when he invited everybody to go out to celebrate. It would have been rude.” Then she turned sweet and sexy again. “Besides, he’s the one who’s going to make us rich. And the nicer I am to him... the nicer he’ll be to us.”

“OK... I guess you’re right,” I whined. “Did you let him know about Li? I mean, it takes two people to get at these records. I couldn’t have done it without her.” I asked.

“Yes, dear,” she replied, sounding aggrieved. “Charlie says that he’s got a job with his company lined up for her.” I reminded her that I needed to bring “Li” with me to beat the security device. “Yes, I know,” she affirmed. “Can you guys be at Charlie’s office by ten tomorrow morning?” I said yes, and then Allison hurriedly said, “Great! Kiss-kiss, I’ll see you then, lover!” before hanging up.

I called Cindy to come over so that I could use the light to prepare her for her part tomorrow. As I waited on the threshold of attaining my dream, I amused myself by thinking of appropriate revenges on Eskin for having been so—intimate—with Allison. I knew it was petty, but it was a pleasant way to pass the time until Cindy’s arrival. After making the necessary alterations to her behavior, I went to bed—there would be no playing with the fucktoy tonight, because tomorrow was going to be a big, big day.