Gillian was a very intelligent woman who was always aware of everything going on in the world. In her 13 years at BBC, Gillian had been across continents, interviewed presidents, prime ministers, CEOs, warlords, you name it. Now as a mother of two entering her 40s, she wanted to wind her career down by taking a more relaxed position at a lifestyle magazine. It wasn't the typical career path, but Gillian hated doing the typical.

Gillian walked into the interview room sharply dressed in a pencil skirt and high heels, her body elegantly aged over the years. The definition of a MILF. Confident and composed, Gillian laid out her portfolio for the interviewer to gush over. She posed her ginger body to look beautiful and professional, noticing the interviewer glance down then and again. She appreciated being seen as a woman just as much as a journalist of her credentials. At the end of the interview, Gillian had the job locked in. All she needed to do was to sign some papers. Her eyes skimmed the papers. Dadadadada... Legalese... terms of her employment... Some boxes. Check check...

☐ I am not aware of anything out of the ordinary

Check, next page...

☐ I am not aware of any changes to my thoughts

Check...

☐ I am not aware of anything happening to my body

Check...

☐ I will not wonder why my body is starting to feel hot and clammy

☐ I will not question why I am removing my clothing

Check, check... Gillian wanted to get the paperwork over with as soon as she could. She took her shirt off, letting the air conditioned atmosphere of the office cool her scantly clad torso. She kicked off her high heels and stretched her feet.

☐ I will not question my decision to let my new employer use my body sexually whenever they wish

Check... The interviewer had come back into the room. He placed a hand on Gillian's shoulder as she filled out the paperwork.

☐ I will not be aware of anything my employer doesn't give me permission to be aware of

Check. Gillian smiled at having finally filled out all that tedious paperwork. Her interviewer had slipped a hand under her lacy white bra. Gillian let out a soft grunt as she signed her name at the bottom of the page.

"Are you aware of anything right now, sweetie?", the interviewer whispered in her ear.

"I am not aware"

Gillian's voice was soft, and empty, its blank monotone echoed in the crampt office room.

"I am not aware", she repeated to herself for her subconscious to absorb what it meant as the interviewer removed her bra and massaged her tits.