THE BOYS CLUB

As in most companies, despite the increased diversity hiring, the Boys' Club culture still persisted there. At first, there wasn't any deliberate attempt to exclude anyone. It was merely a bi-monthly evening where, officially, everyone was welcome to play cards in a prestigious club. However, over time, it gradually transformed into a secretive space for informal networking, gossip, and plotting.

Both Rachel and her buxom rival Candace knew about the club. While Rachel saw it as an old-fashioned gambling den frequented by men like her uncle who wanted to escape from their wives, Candace had a different perspective.
As an ambitious businesswoman determined to climb up the corporate ladder, Candace understood the importance of the club and its connections. Her determination to get inside was adamant. She NEEDED to be part of that world, particularly if she aspired to become regional CEO. She just awaited the ideal opportunity.

The two women were a quite frequent discussion topic among the boys, especially since Rachel started to dress as sexy as Candace. In the office, whenever interacting with either woman, every members would stay professional and courteous of course... but as soon as they were among themselves the facade broke through and you could hear lewd comments about "what the slut was wearing today", how they "wanted to rip her tight skirt", "bend her on a desk", "fill her mouth", "ruin her makeup", "manhandle her big boobs" etc. They took great pleasure dehumanizing and sexualizing the women in the office and this two in particular, as they were the only young, hot, female executives of this branch.

So, when one of the members discovered what was going on with Candace, word quickly spread throughout the club. After a little digging it has been pretty easy to make a link between Rachel's new strange behavior and her new therapist.

They devised a plan to get what they always wanted. First, they needed Paul's full collaboration.

RACHEL - WEEK 11

Here's a riddle for you: how to call a smartphone as soon as someone opens its package? Well, it's actually pretty simple! Use an automation app, program a trigger that says "if the light sensor intensity is higher than xxx, then ping me back". Put the phone inside an opaque envelope, and, once you get the notification (as the phone get outside the envelope) just call it.

But Paul didn't know any of that. It felt like magic for him. As he was having another session with Rachel who was laid back on the sofa, he was still wondering how "they" managed to call him as soon as he has opened the mysterious package.

Still, he pursued the session and asked her:
"You're getting desperate to cum, isn't it?
-Yes...!"

She wasn't lying, as the never-ending itch between her legs was making her crazy.

The strange voice on the phone has asked two things of Paul.

"Say it to me. You want to cum.
-I want to cum...", replied Rachel.

In his panic, Paul's imagination has been running wild. Who has called him? How much did they know? If they revealed what he did to Rachel, he would lose his business for sure, get banned... face jail.

"You want to cum, isn't it?
-Yes...!"

But they didn't want to expose him, nor blackmail him for money. As the voice explained what was their goals, his panic subsided. They wanted two things. Their first request was about Rachel.

"Want do you want?", asked Paul to Rachel.
"I want to... cum.
-Good. What do you need the most?
-I need...
-What do you need?
-I need to cum."

They thought he fucked her. He never did, but he didn't deny. And they wanted him to share the goods with them.

"What's the more important thing in your life?
-...to... cum..."

Seeing Rachel so vulnerable, under his thumb, saying those nasty things was making his cock rock hard again. Why did he never fuck her, he wondered. Was he so weak? Did he still feel beneath her? Was he so powerless? He didn't deny because "they" already had everything to blackmail him, and... as stupid as it sounds, he feared that they would find him pathetic if they knew he never even fucked her.

"You cannot cum by yourself. Say it to me.
-I cannot cum... by myself.
-You cannot cum by touching yourself. Right?
-...yes."

Rachel actually had her right hand right now on her lap, on top of a Bordeaux red skirt, with her fingers pressing subtly and rhythmically between her legs through the clothe.

"You need someone to touch you. Repeat after me.
-...I.
-What do you need?
-I need... to cum.
-You need someone to touch you to cum.
-I need someone..."
Maybe he was going too fast? Paul focused on her again, putting aside his thoughts about his blackmailers for now, and tried to slow down a bit his hypnosis of Rachel.

"I want you to think about a lover, laying by your side. The one that made you feel so good, using his fingers. Can you remember how it felt?
-...yes..."

It was a blind bet but not very risky. Of course a girl like Rachel had has some men in her life. Of course one of them fingered her. And, if not, her imagination would feel the gaps.

"You want this feeling again. Isn't it?
-...yes.
-You cannot cum by yourself. Say it back to me.
-I cannot cum... by myself.
-You need someone to cum.
-I need someone... to cum."

Good. It was time to share the goods.

"Very good Rachel. Now I want to tell me about your work. Think about a man there that you like. A man that you would want, lying next to you. Can you picture him?
-...I..."

Another bet, still not risky. He knew she worked in a big company and statistically, among the other executive, she was bound to be attracted to some of them. And he was right. She didn't care about the men in her own accounting department but some of the young, well dressed, sharp executives in the sales department, on the other hand...

"Picture that co-worker that you like. Can you see him?
-...yes.
-What's his name?
-Steve..."

Very good. Paul was pretty sure he could make Rachel run after this Steve like a puppy desperate for a rub. But he didn't want her to have a flirt. "They" didn't want that. They wanted a wanton office slut. So, Steve will get his turn. But not now.

"Steve is so hot. Say it.
-Steve is... so hot.
-Picture him, laughing. He's too hot for you. Say it.
-...too hot... for me...
-Now think of this other man you like. A bit more rugged."

Another blind strike from Paul. Whatever "rugged" means... she would figure it out herself.

"He's pretty hot too. Isn't he?
-...yes.
-Good. What's his name?
-Joe.
-Very good. Imagine Joe, kissing you. It feels good. How does it feel?
-Good...
-Imagine Joe, touching you between your legs."

Her own hand wiggled a bit more intensely on her dark red short skirt. He noticed with satisfaction that the top of her stockings were now visible.

"How does it feel, Joe touching you between your legs?
-...ha...I...
-You want him to touch you between your legs. Say it.
-ha... mmm..."

She was on the verge.

"It's Joe, now, that's touching you between your legs. Picture him. It would be so hot. That's what you want."

Paul was talented and by the next session, the only thing Rachel would have in mind when masturbating would be Joe (or sometime Steve).

Next up: Candace.

CANDACE - WEEK 11

There was no way the Boys' Club wouldn't oppose her being the new regional CEO.

Initially their plan was simply to get Candace to meet Paul. But Paul, to his own surprise, explained that it wouldn't work. Indeed, Candace would have to come voluntarily. His hypnosis worked on Rachel because SHE was the one that wanted to be hypnotized to stop smoking.

So he devised a strategy with them, to force her to seek his help.

First, they still had enough influence to push the board to ask for a "Fitness for Duty Assessment" for her. After all, Candace has been a mere salesgirl at first. Can she really act as a regional CEO? She was so young. And what about all these nasty rumors on her? And the way she dressed... The FDA was approved.

Second, one of the boys recommended Candace to train a bit as the assessment would most certainly give her an IQ test. What she didn't know is that she would train on fake tests. For their IT guy, it was a simple matter to block webpages and redirect Candace work computer to the "free IQ tests" of his doing.

Third, her coffee pods were spiked. A syringe injection to double the caffeine, with some stimulant drugs. Not at the point of making her ill... just enough to heighten her anxiety.

The day before her assessment, she set aside a few hours to practice on some bogus IQ tests... and the results were catastrophically bad. They never allowed her to score more than 100. The first time, she hit 97 points. She blamed it on her being rusty. She took the test again: 99. This time, she looked carefully at the answers to understand her mistakes and she couldn't make head nor tail of it. Of course, because they were nonsensical. On a true IQ test, she easily would have scored above 120, but on this one the result were tightly locked by the IT guy... She tried another website, one of the few that was not blocked on her company network. Another fake one. When she clicked on the final "submit", at 87 the word "Below average intelligence" flashed on the screen. She could see that the next range, under 80, was "Mild mental retardation".

She couldn't sleep that night.

The following morning, she went to the Fitness for Duty Assessment held by a doctor mandated by the company... an old pervert, with ties with the Boys' Club.

During the assessment, Candace was a mess. Extremely anxious. She had the most trouble answering the questions, not helped by the fact that the doctor was eyeing her constantly. How could he resist? The 34 years old brunette was dressed in 3.5 inches heels, in a professional but sexy black dress, tight just at the right spots, stopping a bit before her knees.

She took an IQ test, that she found far harder than the one she trained on. She couldn't focus.

She would fail. Of course. She knew it. She asked for her result, but he didn't want to give it to her.

"The result is irrelevant.", answered the doctor. "I know your career path and obviously the result don't match with it. How could you be so successful with an IQ as low as..." He looked at the result, almost saying it, then stopped.

"What was my score?", asked Candace again.

"Irrelevant.", he repeated, looking at her with intense eyes that made her uneasy. She felt like a little girl, something that she hadn't felt in years.

"Of course I would report you're not fit AT ALL to become a CEO." A heavy weight fell on Candace.
"In fact, this report may very well lead to a demotion, unless..." He deliberately let the words linger, looking pensively at his screen, while Candace was anxiously waiting, wondering what he would ask from her.

"Unless what?" she asked with a little shaking voice that he loved.

"Well... clearly that was a misstep. You cannot be that intellectually limited..." He looked at her breasts, then, after a pause, at her eyes. "Let's say, just between us, that I would schedule another evaluation with you. How do that sound?"

He was giving her a free pass! Not very surprising for Candace. For someone as pretty as her, it was usual to have men eating in the palm of her hand.

"Well... that sound great.", she said, flashing a fake smile but a bit worried about the hidden cost.

"You see, it's pretty common, especially for women, to self sabotage. I think that's what you're doing right now.
-Self sabotage?
-And I think you're very anxious, aren't you?
-A bit...
-My dear, not only a bit. You're on the verge of crying. Isn't it?"

Candace nodded, thinking she really was a mess today.

"Well. I won't give my report to your company yet. We will reschedule in a month or two. But before we see each other again, you should treat this self sabotage and anxiety." He smiled.
"Don't worry. As you know... mmm... maybe... self sabotage is an unconscious process to avoid some situations." He stopped there. She waited for him to continue, looking a him an uncomfortable amount of time. Her stress, her failure, the mixed emotions he evoked in her, and now the life line that he was throwing at her had given her a stupid, desperate look that he liked very much.

"Tell me on the screen when you're free."

And now the coup de grace: he turned the screen to show her a calendar. In the background she saw the result of her IQ test and her hearth skipped a bit. 79. No way. Tears started to fill her eyes.

"Don't worry dear. We'll make the appointment together with someone that can help you. He's a very talented and reputed hypnotherapist, specialized in subconscious processes. You may have heard of him: his name is Paul Brightman."

RACHEL - WEEK 12

Something had changed again in Rachel's masturbation habit. She was now aware that it was a substitute, a transitional activity, something she did to try to quench her desire for something else. For a real man to grab her. She couldn't cum without a man.

Following Paul's suggestions, at work it was like she was pulled magnetically to Joe, as she would now go to greet him every morning, sit next to him in meetings, chat with him during coffee breaks, and seek him to say goodbye before going home. She always has been somewhat attracted to him. Now she was picturing him in most of her masturbation session. In the morning while she masturbated in her bed, she wouldn't be focused on the sensation like she did until now. She would hope for a release, she would hope for a touch; she would hope for a man... and Joe would appear in her mind. After her session in her bed, she would compulsively frig herself during breakfast, then in her car, then in her office as soon as she arrived. Around 10AM she would stop masturbating and go great him, in a daze, hand sticky and still smelling of sex, have a quick coffee and go back touching herself in her office as soon as she could.

Joe barely flirted back. Rachel would laugh, eye him, touch him his arm. But he didn't really react. As days passed, Rachel slowly became frustrated. When was he going to make a move on her, she wondered. His lack of interest only heightened her desire for him.

One night, as she was done for the day, she removed her hand from below her desk, got her stuff, and went toward Joe's office to tell him goodbye. It was getting late but he was still behind his desk, on the phone. She stood on front of his open door with her bag, that was laying against her black blazer on a simple white cotton tee. The tee was half tugged in a high waisted tight hounds-tooth skirt, the black and white pattern fitting her tight waist and stopping mid-thighs, exposing a lot of her toned legs that were encased in stockings and finished in two bulky ankle strap pumps with thick heels that made her even more petite.

Joe motioned her to come inside, to close the door. He took his time to finish the call, clearly enjoying watching her while having his conversation. Standing here and being ogled like that, she was feeling exposed, desired. A blush warmed her cheeks. She wanted to touch herself. She wanted him.

After an eternity he finished the call, looked at her, smiled.

"Turn around", he simply said. Puzzled, wobbling in her stilettos, she complied, performing a complete rotation that earned her a nod of approval. "What a beauty. Come here." She walked to his desk, her heels tapping seductively against the floor. She towered him because he was sitting but, she nonetheless felt small and submissive. She flinched slightly when he put his hand on her skirt, and slowly relaxed as he moved it below, on her thigh, on her nylon, then back up, this time under the skirt. Finally, finally! He was getting closer to the area that had consumed her thoughts for weeks now, so close to her aching pussy. When he touched her pleasure spot, she instantly saw stars. She instinctively opened her legs wider, clutching his desk for balance, yearning for him to touch, to rub, craving release from the intense buildup of desire. He got up, kissed her passionately without letting his hand go away from between her legs. He pushed her on the desk where she pulled up her skirt, opened her legs wide, pointing heels and stocking toward the ceiling. As he touched her through her damp underwear, he told her how hot she was, how sexy she was, how he hard wanted to make her cum. He pushed her panties to the side and the flash-to-flesh contact with his fingers was electric. After so many weeks of despair, so much frustration stopping right at the edge, she exploded in an firework of pleasure.

CANDACE - WEEK 12

What an humiliating process it has been for Candace. This "fitness assessment", which she thought of a simple formality, had shaken her to the core, pushing her mind back to her humble beginning when she was a salesgirl and worked sweat and blood to step away from her life as a low wage employee with a deadbeat mother.

She used to be so at ease, smart, agreeable in her job, but for the last days she had been a shadow of what she was, tired, irritable, nervous. She even surprised herself shaking her leg when seated, biting her nails, some things she stopped doing since she was a teen.

She did some research on self sabotage and Paul. She concluded maybe the doctor was right and that Paul had indeed good reviews. Beside, attending this therapy was the condition he asked her if she wanted to re-take the FDA. So, she was quite open minded.

~~~

As he opened the door to greet her, her opinion of Paul was instantly positive. He appeared very timid, with gentle mannerism and a sorry smile. Perfectly harmless. The type of guy that would shyly chase her with little gifts and delicate attentions here and there, but never dare to cross any line.

She laid on the sofa, feeling that she was doing this meek therapist a favor. Her initial plan was to pretend to be hypnotized, retake the FDA, get over this bullshit quick. She thought she had failed her IQ test only because she had been a bit tired and stressed. She would pretend doing this therapy just to please the FDA doctor.

But.

Paul was GOOD.

Facing away from him, in the dim light of his office, she could only hear his voice. And when he was working, Paul's voice wasn't meek or hesitant anymore. He used a strong, soothing, pleasant masculine voice, a radio host voice that you wanted to keep hearing again and again. In Candace mind, the voice was coming from a tall, intelligent, muscular fatherly figure that only had her best interest in mind.

"Self-sabotage", he said, "happens when your logical conscious mind gets in conflict with your subconscious mind. It may be tied to pattern learned in childhood, a mechanism that offer an excuse to avoid something with no repercussion. Some people love to appear dumber to avoid responsibility. "

He knew it wasn't the case of Candace but he was planting some seeds.

"It can also be tied to self worth. If you subconsciously feel that you do not deserve something, you would self-sabotage to not get it. It's very common in people climbing up the social ladder."
That part resonated with Candace. Her mother came from a poor background and had Candace very young. She didn't support Candace in any area, leaving her home alone at home at night while she went partying. Candace had to fight very hard, against her mother and her social background, to get a good education.

"Self sabotage can also appear if you fear people will be resentful of your success. I'm sure that in your level of work there is a strong game of office politic. Some colleague that would get very angry if you were promoted. I'm sure you can think of some."
Yes. She could think of some women, especially that bitch Rachel. Also, some guys. They would hate if she became CEO. But she didn't fear them. Didn't she?

"Failing on purpose could also be a twisted way to take back control. If you like being in control, that can apply to you."
Could it be?, wondered Candace. She loved being in control. Paul had eroded her doubt about the hypnotherapy. Maybe she should do it seriously. Maybe she really was self sabotaging.

"My proposal is that, together, we go on a journey to find the answer in your unconscious mind. Would you like that, Candace?
-Yes."

Bingo, he thought.

"You want me to help you. Say it.
-I want you to help me."

For this first session, Paul focused on relaxing her, making her trust him, and talk about herself. She got out of his office refreshed and satisfied, and took another appointment the same week.

Paul didn't feel any remorse corrupting his patients anymore. Paradoxically, being blackmailed to continue the perverted sessions had free him of his guilt and responsibility. If he got caught, he would just have to say he was forced to do it!

This night, the mysterious phone he kept in his drawer died. Unknown to him, it has been recording every session he had with Candace or Rachel and sending the audio to the boys' club, to further blackmail him if needed. But there was no need anymore, as he was thoroughly enjoying the process of hypnotizing this two beautiful young professionals into stupid office sluts.

 

RACHEL - WEEK 11 - SECOND SESSION

"How did you like being touched by Joe? Did it feel good?
-...yes.
-It feels good to be touching by a man. That's what you want. Imagine Joe. He's looking at you. That makes you so hot, isn't it?
-yes...
-You want to attract him. You want him to come to you and touch you, isn't it?
-Yes.
-You want him. That’s why you dress sexy. Repeat after me: I dress sexy to attract men.
-I....
-You wear short skirts, high heels. Isn’t it?
-...yes.
-You love to dress sexy in the office, isn’t it?
-Yes...
-Tell it to me. You love to dress sexy.
-I love... love to dress sexy."


CANDACE - WEEK 12

The result for her first fitness assessment hasn't been released, but already things were set in motion at Candace's job. Her replacement had already been recruited several months ago and this was the week he arrived in the company, to take over Candace's work. Most of her week consisted of her showing him the ropes and introducing him to her clients. She was a good teacher and he was a fast learner. By Friday, it was Candace that was shadowing him while he took the decisions.
As for the hypnosis, she had two sessions this week. On Monday, Paul reinforced her trust in him, her desire to be hypnotized and to be helped.
On Thursday, he decided she was ready to follow his perverted suggestions.

"Candace, together we will explore your desire to succeed and if there is a desire to self sabotage. Are you OK with that?
-Yes.
-Imagine a warm, summer day. You're laying on a blanket. It could be on a beautiful tropical beach, in a lovely garden, or on a luxury boat. A place where you feel comfortable, where you feel good. Can you see this place?
-...Yes.
-Very good. The sun, up in the sky, is warm and bright, so bright on your face that you just want to close your eyes gently and enjoy the relaxing heat. Can you feel it?
-...yes.
-Now we will examine this feeling. Feel the rays on your face, relaxing your muscles completely, relaxing the muscles on your forehead. Relaxing the muscles around your eyes. Relaxing the little muscles around your nose. Relaxing your shoulders..."

Today, she was wearing a pale red shirt and a thigh blue jean. The outfit wasn't indecent, but the way Candace filled it up made it deliciously lewd. The clothes were straining against her large bust and shapely ass.

"You dress for success. You dress as you wish. Is it true?
-.....true.
-You're a strong woman. You're a proud woman. You dress as you want. Repeat after me: I'm free to dress as I want.
-...I'm free to dress as I want.
-You dress to sent a powerful message. You don't want to be ignored. You don't want to be, forgotten, in the shadow. You want to be in the light. Say it to me.
-no... I dress... for me...
-Yes, you dress for you. You dress to get what you want. And you want to be in the light. Say it to me.
-I want to be... in the light.
-You dress to be noticed, isn't it?
-...I...yes.
-You dress to stand out. Say it to me.
-I dress to... stand out." It was the truth, deep in her subconscious.

"Tell me again.
-I dress... to stand out.
-You want people to notice you. Repeat after me: you love people to notice me.
-I love people... noticing me."

"But someone is dressing better than you lately. You don't stand out as much." She fidgeted slightly.

"Someone is blocking the sun. Tell me who is stealing the sun from you. What's her name?
-...Rachel." Paul smiled.

"Now, picture Rachel. She's wearing a very, very short skirt and high heels. How do you feel?
-...I...
-She's hotter than you. Your outfit is boring. Repeat after me: my outfits are boring.
-My outfit... are boring.
-Rachel looks better than you. How does that make you feel?
-...don't... want...
-You don't want her to be hotter. You don't want you to be shadowed. Her outfit are hotter. More daring. Now can you picture her again? She's wearing a miniskirt. Everyone is looking at her. You look plain. From now on, every time you see Rachel, you will find your own outfit is drab and unattractive. "

He thought he didn't need to push it further this session. If Candace was like the other girls he knew, full of envy when a girl with a prettier dress shows up, she didn't need much of his help to be pissed off by Rachel.

"Now Candace, you want to explore with me your need to success. Your self sabotage. Are you ready?
-...yes.
-You want to relax. You want to relax under the sun. You will not worry. Tell me: I don't want to worry.
-I don't want to... worry..."

Like 99% of his female clients, she suffered being anxious and overthinking. Classic.

"You don't want to think. Tell me: I don't want to think.
-I don't want... to think."

And now the tricky part...

"You love not thinking. You love to be blank. Repeat it: I love to be blank.
-I love to... be blank.
-You love to be stupid. Repeat after me: I love to be stupid.
-I love to... no... I'm... not stupid."

Resistance.
Candace had to fight all her life to get where she was now. She had to prove herself, again and again, while getting her diplomas, while climbing the corporate ladder. Her peers, her social background, even her mother would try to drag her down and she had to overcome all that. Of course she would have a strong opinion of her intelligence.

He wondered a bit how to overcome her resistance, then he had an inspiration.

"You are not stupid. You are smart. Say it.
-I'm... smart.
-You're very smart. Are you very smart?
-...yes.
-You're so smart, you think very fast. It's easy for you, isn't it?
-Yes.
-You're the smartest. Say it.
-I'm the smartest."

Perfect. Now the mantra that would be her downfall:
"Repeat after me: I'm so smart I don't need to think."


RACHEL - WEEK 12

Bent over Joe’s desk, her short skirt pulled over her shapely ass, two pale round flesh orbs, the whiteness of the skin of her ass emphasized by her dark stockings, Rachel was in her happy place as she was getting rammed furiously by her co-worker. Having sex with Joe in the office had become an regular thing, on top on her already time consuming masturbation habit. She would get up in the morning, keep her hand busy on her pussy while eating, driving, and play with it as much as possible at work. She was doing the bare minimum, replying e-mail she only glanced over, delegating meetings to subordinates, reusing old files instead of writing new ones. She was now continuously masturbating while answering calls and, once, she even kept playing with her pussy, under the desk, when a co-worker came into her office to ask a question. She answered his question only with an exaggerated nod, a big grin on her face, as her right hand was frantically moving like a blur between her legs.

As Joe picked up the pace, slamming his cock furiously inside her, she felt the tension of an orgasm rising in her whole body, so close, ever so close, and, finally, the sweet release, in a scream of ecstasy.

Her performance at work was severely deteriorating but nobody told her. Slowly, responsibilities where removed from her and transferred to other people. She didn’t care, focused on her needs to touch herself and be touched (by Joe). And, like most women would do when they get a boyfriend, the idea being reinforced by the instruction given by Paul, she was conscientiously dressing sexy for Joe.

The way she dress didn't change much, it was the intent that changed. Whereas previously she wore short skirt because she wanted to feel free, she now dressed with the intent of enticing Joe to continue touching her.

Sadly for her, Joe was supposed to leave for a work trip at the end of the week.

~~~

"Joe is leaving soon Rachel. He cannot touch you anymore. You cannot cum anymore. How do you feel?
-...bad.
-You remember this other co-worker, you told to me about, even before Joe. A co-worker you like very much. Very sexy co-worker. What’s his name?
-...Steve?
-Very good. Maybe you have a chance with Steve. Try your chance with Steve. Imagine Steve, touching you, kissing you. You want him. You will dress sexy for him. You love to dress sexy.
-I love... love to dress sexy.
-You want men to touch you. You need men. You dress sexy to attract men. You love when men want you. You love being desired. Say it.
-I love being desired.
-You love when they look at your body. You love when they ogle you. When they look at you with lust. Imagine a man, looking at your breasts. It makes you feel hot to be desired. You love his horny stare. Imagine a guy, imagine his eyes fixated on your chest. How do you feel?
-....good.
-Another guy, looking at your legs. He loves looking at your legs. How does that make you feel?
-good...
-Very good. Now imagine a guy, you meet him in the hallway. This one doesn't look at your body. He just arrived in the hallway. He never looked at your body. He is looking into you eyes. He doesn't seems to be interested by you. But you made the effort to dress so sexily. Imagine him. Imagine how rude you think he is. He's looking in your eyes, ignoring your body. He has deep, empty black eyes. And he's not interested in your body. You feel ugly. You feel rejected. You want him to look at your body."

Paul made a pause to let the scene sink in.

"Now he's starting to talk, still looking you in the eyes. You don't care what he's saying. Picture it. You want him to look at your body. Can you feel how frustrated you are Candace? Can you feel the sadness?
-...yes.
-You feel rejected. Now, while he's still talking, looking in your eyes, focus on your right hand. Move it to your neck. Touch your neck with it."

There was slight twitch on Rachel's right hand, but both hands stayed on the armrest.

"Imagine your right hand on your neck. From your neck, move your hand down a bit, until it reaches the top of your breasts. It's near your cleavage, now. Isn't it?
-Yes.
-Now, focus on the guy talking again. His eyes seemed locked to yours. But, suddenly, he looks at your cleavage. You feel so happy. You smile. Move you hand a bit between your breasts. That's right. He's entranced now."

"New scene. Your sitting on a chair, on front of a colleague. You uncross your legs. He can see your red panties. His eyes are full of lust, watching your panties. How do you feel?
-...feel... good.
-It's ok to flash your panties. People like it. It feels good."


RACHEL - WEEK 12 - SESSION 2

When Paul opened the door to the waiting room, he found Rachel wearing a thin blue shirt, a high waisted white skirt and stockings. That would have been a tasteful, elegant outfit if the shirt didn't show so much cleavage, the heels have not been so high and the skirt so short.

There was another woman in the room, on her phone. She didn't notice what Rachel has been doing. Indeed, Rachel had one hand on her lap, hidden by her handbag. Even in the waiting room, even with another person, she was discreetly rubbing her pussy, pressing over her skirt, mouth agape, eyes half closed. She didn't even notice Paul opening the door.

Paul called her name: "Rachel?"

She answered with a little whimper, looked at Paul and slowly smiled. She got up, in a very gentle, relaxed, sensual way, straightened her skirt and moved toward him, pushing her cleavage and moving her hips just a bit too much to be innocent. Something had changed again in Rachel. Whereas she used to be sharp and focused, the constant masturbation and absolute lack of challenge at work was putting her mind in a constant state of simple pleasure. She didn't need to think lately. She was almost a pure sexual creature. She smelled like sex, she moved like sex, she dressed for sex. And she wanted... she needed a man to touch her.

She offered her hand to Paul, in a deliberate suggestive gesture, and he couldn't help staring at her cleavage. She noticed and smiled invitingly. For the first time, Paul felt like he was getting overpowered by his own creation. Like she was toying with him.

"Please come in.", he said, trying to regain his composure.

But when she sat on the sofa, Paul was again drawn to her mannerism, and couldn't resist glancing at the hem of her skirt. He was rewarded by the hint of red panties but quickly adverted his gaze to meet with the knowing look of Rachel, who was smiling even more.

Clearly, something had worked. He wasn't sure to like that. Regaining control, he put her under hypnosis again.

Paul had already given several reasons to dress like a slut. The first reason has been at the beginning of their session: because it's liberating, because Rachel would feel free. Second, Paul used her rivalry with Candace, the jealousy she inspired to Rachel. Third, there was the ease of access to her pussy and rubbing it constantly. And, lately, the desire to flirt, to attract men.

In short : liberation, competition, practicality and attraction. When Rachel would dress in the morning, she would have a lot of different reason to dress sexy. If one was not valid, she could pick another reason.

But there was one more aspect that Paul wanted to implant in Rachel's mind, one more reason to dress sexy, maybe the strongest of all. The reason that pushed so many women in the clutch of the adult industry.


"Why do you dress like that, Rachel?
-...feels... good.
-It feel good to be so free. To dress as you want. And it feels good to be sexy. To be desired, isn't it?
-...yes.
-Imagine Steve. He's walking down the hallway. He's sexy, isn't he?
-...yes.
-You are dressing in a shirt and a long skirt. You eyes meet. You want him to be attracted to you. But he doesn't look at your body. How do you feel?
-...sad...
-Yes. Move your tongue on your lips. Imagining your tongue. Touching your lips. Can you feel it?
-Yes...
-His gaze getting lower. He looks at your lips. He look at your breasts. He looks at your long skirt. and... he's disappointed. He continues walking. He walks past you. You can see his disappointment. You heart race. Can you feel it?
-...yes.
-You feel rejected. You feel bad. You don't want to feel that way. You want Steve to like you, isn't it?
-...yes.
-You want men to touch you. You want to attract men. You want him to validate you. You want him to like the way you dress. You want his approval."

Liberation, competition, practicality, attraction and... approval.


CANDACE - WEEK 13

The board was still waiting for the result of the fitness assessment and Candace was getting increasingly bored at work. The new hire was doing most of her old job and she still didn't start in her new position. Her hectic days of working hard were turning into long, dragging days of nothing. Boreout can be severely damaging for ones self esteem: coming at work, knowing you’ll have nothing to do, makes you feel empty, rejected, and on top of that Candace had the looming threat of the fitness assessment to take again. She tried to practice IQ test a bit more but soon stopped because the (tampered) result were also devastating to her self-worth. In fact, she was now hating this stupid questions and the simple view of an IQ test repulsed her now. Maybe she really WAS stupid. Maybe she lost the edge she had when she was younger. Maybe, as she got older, she was becoming like her mother.

On top of all that was her rival Rachel, energetic, beaming, dressing so sexily, turning heads in the office.

Candace herself was dressed quite daringly today, in a fitting, sexy, mid-thigh white skirt, black 4 inches high heels and an almost transparent red blouse with black bra. It was one of her signature outfit that would have turned some heads... if Rachel wasn’t wearing an even shorter skirt, stockings, a pink very low cut crop top and 5 inch heels with a small platform. Appropriate outfit to go clubbing, very distracting in a work environment. But the boys didn’t seem to mind, draw to her like moth to a flame, especially because everything in her attitude oozed sex lately. Not only she seemed permanently in heat, but she somehow AGAIN moved it up a notch, as Candace saw Rachel clearly bending to expose her cleavage or shamelessly flashing her panties. Never before another girl dared stole the spotlight from Candace in a work environment, because Candace was already at the limit of decency. But now Rachel was pushing this limit, hard, dressing and acting almost like she was in a porn flix, teasing everyone.

Candace was feeling useless, ugly, dumb, drab.

~~~

"You need to relax Candace. Your problem is that you don’t know how to let got. You have a few weeks of peace before starting your new job. Enjoy it. Learn to relax again."

Half awake, she knew Paul was right.

"You don't need to think so hard, Candace. You’re smart, aren’t you? You don’t need to think. Tell to me you don’t need to think.
-I don't need to think.
-You want to be stress free. Relaxed. You don't want to think.
-I don't want to think.
-You don't like to think.
-I... don't like... to think?”

A little resistance.

"Relax. Stop thinking. Stop being stressed. You’re under a warm, relaxing sun light. The light shines on your skin. A gentle warm. It makes you relaxed. You want to be relaxed, isn't it?
-...yes.
-You don’t want to think about work, about other people. Tell me you don’t want to think.
-I don't want to think.
-Yes, you don't like to think. Tell me.
-I... don't like to think.
-Again. Convince yourself. Stop thinking. You don’t need to. You don’t like to. For a few week, you don’t want to. You don’t like to.
-I... don't like to think.
-Again.
-I don't like to think
-You want to relax. Empty your mind. Imaging yourself the last time when you were really relaxing, stress free, your mind empty. It could be laying on a beach, napping, having a massage... Remember how good it felt. How does it feel?
-...good.
-Imaging a soft warm patch of light, glistening on your thighs. The light is warm. A warm caress on your legs. Stroking your left thigh... then moving over to the right thigh. Then, it moves back. A warm caress, back and forth. Now, up and down. Up and down your thigh. Between them.
-Mmm...”

She was getting the idea. Paul had used a similar technique to hypnotize Rachel, but he had a slightly different plan for Candace. Something involving a squared light she was always carrying in her pocket...

"That's relaxing. No more stress. You love this patch of light. When you're stressed, you will look at the light. When you think too hard, you'll want to look at the light. Do you like to think?
-...I...no... don't... need.
-Now, I want you to picture yourself coming home after a long day of work. What do you do?
-I eat...
-Then what?
-I work..."

He suspected much. She was a hard worker. But lately, she had nothing to do. So, she didn't work when she was going home.

"You don't need to think. You don't want the stress. You have nothing to do, lately. No work to do. You will relax after coming home, isn't it?
-...yes.
-You want to relax. Tell me honestly. What do you REALLY want do after coming home, after eating?
-...relax.
-Very good Candace. No more work at home. Imagine you, coming back for work. After eating, you relax. What do you do?
-....I...
-You want to watch the light. You don't want to think. Relax. Imagine yourself relaxing at home. You don't want to think. You want to do something brainless. What do you do?
-...
-You want to watch the warm light. Imagine the soothing colors. The gentle motions, relaxing you. What are you watching Candace?
-...phone...
-That's very right Candace. You will watch some Instagram. Some TikTok. Something like that. You will relax.
Every night, as soon as you get home, you'll scroll on your phone and relax.
Watching something easy. Relaxing."


After he got her out of trance, she was feeling refreshed, trusting, grateful, like always.

"How are you feeling Rachel?
-I'm feeling great.
-Good. I have a question for you.
-Yes?
-The anxiety, the fear, the stress could stem from several thing. One of it is... there's no subtle way to say it... pent up sexual tension.
-Oh.
-So... I would like to know more in this area. Do you currently have a boyfriend?" She answered that she didn't. Last one was one year ago and since then, she focused on her work, neglecting this area of her life.

"I see", said Paul, getting up. "So you may have a problem there. You should try to get it out of your system."

Candace also got up. She was quite sexy, wearing a skirt and blouse thigh at the right places.

"What do you mean?
-Doctor's order. Watch something to release this tension, ok?"

Candace caught quickly: "You're asking me to watch porn?!"

Paul move his hands up, in a "you got me" fashion, and replied: "It can help. See you next week." before letting her out.

Candace didn't watch porn this night but the seed has been planted and ready to grow on the next session.


CANDACE - WEEK 13 - SESSION 2


"You don't want something serious. You want something silly. Something to relax. Something sexy. Something fun. Something alluring. Imaging watching a show. It's so relaxing. Everyone is so beautiful. Sexy. Now, imagine, you're relaxing, watching a video. The light is so relaxing. It's a good, sexy, lighthearted show. Sexy people. The man is topless. Strong arm, a muscular chest. He's kissing a girl. Can you picture it?"

She was getting flushed. Yes, she was picturing it.


"You're curious about it. Isn't it?
-..yes."


That was true. Paul made her curious.


"You want to watch some sexy shows. Relaxing. Pleasurable. Imagine the girl kissing his abs. Can you see it?
-....yes.
-This is what you want to watch. Sexy. Pleasure. It's so enjoyable. It's so pleasurable. So relaxing. Empty your mind, get lost in the sensual sweetness of a porn show. Repeat after me: I like sexy movies.
-I like... sexy movies.
-Repeat: I like erotic movies.
-I like erotic movies.
-It’s more than that Candace. You know what type of movie will really relax you. A really sexy type. You want to watch it.
-...yes.
-What exactly do you want to watch, Candace?
-I want to... watch... porn."


~~~

This was the night. The first time in years Candace watched porn. She had finished eating and was mindlessly scrolling on her phone. Instagram. Beautiful landscape. Beautiful cities. Beautiful people. Beautiful girls, beautiful guys. She thought back about what Paul has told her. Did she need sexual release? Did she need to watch porn? ("Yes, I want to watch porn" resonated in her mind.) She was a bit curious. How would it feel? ("relaxing", said the voice inside her head). She opened her web browser, typed "porn", opened the first website.

She was greeted by the still picture of two girls, kissing. Next to another picture, the portrait of a redhead, mouth agape and eye closed. Next to it, an older woman, dressed as a maid, making a silly face.

Candace was surprised by how tame it was. It wasn't so gross.

She scrolled a bit and there it was, a picture of a cock getting grabbed.

Scrolled a bit more and it was a close up big titted blond girl, getting fucked from behind by a muscular guy. She wasn't blond herself but the woman reminded her of herself and her own D-cup. She touched the image and the video played.

The plumb blond was sitting in a living room, in a short tee-shirt and panties, clearly bored. Then the video show the buff guy chatting the girl up, his biceps very visible under his white tee short. 3 days beard. Rugged. Her type.


Without even realizing it, Candace was now caressing her own stomach, getting in the mood. The girl had approached the guy, stroking his cock through his clothes. Now, in the screen the couple was kissing. It has been so long since Candace kissed someone... maybe the therapist was right... He undressed her, kissing her all over. Candace was almost feeling the roughness of his beard kissing her own nipples.

When the blond girl started sucking the guy's cock, it was too much to bear for Candace. The brunette got her hand inside her pant and started playing with herself.

She spent the rest of the evening watching porn and slept satisfied.


RACHEL - WEEK 13

As for Rachel, all week, she tried to seduce Steve, spontaneously bringing him coffee in his office, touching his shoulder, hugging him, laughing at his jokes...

With Joe gone, she was getting desperate to get touched, desperate to cum. Steve was clearly interested but didn't make a move at first. He had clear instructions from the Boy's Club. As Rachel was more and more daring with him, he slowly turned on the heat. His comments were more and more sexual, more and more demeaning. Like this time, during a break, when Steve and was chatting in a group of coworkers. Rachel approached, wearing an especially short skirt today. "Here are coming the nicest legs of the company", he had said. Everyone laughed at the blatant sexism. Rachel stayed silent, face flushed. Yes, it was sexism, but at the same time, it was a compliment from Steve! "Turn around Rachel". She did. "Congrats, you're also awarded 'nicest ass of the company'!" More laughter. But... it was approval. A sign Steve was interested. Hope to get touched by him. After this event, she stayed in her office all afternoon to masturbate. She longed for him.


He would get more and more daring, teasing her more, giving her orders. He would ask her bring him coffee. To show more tits. Wear higher heels. Wear more makeup. And she would comply.

Then came the groping. He would sneak behind her and grope her ass, kiss her neck, in the elevator, at the coffee machine, at the copy machine. She welcomed it. She wanted him to touch her!

And then, the groping was in front of other people. He would casually fondle her while talking with coworkers or sitting next to her in the rare meetings she still attended to.
She was feeling like his office sextoy.

One day, he asked her to stay late. To come in his office at 8PM, when everybody was home. She appeared at his door and he turned around in his office chair to look at her. She was fidgeting like a college girl meeting her crush, and she was dressed the part, with a white low cut crop top with long sleeves, a parody of a proper top, showing her stomach but belly button hidden by a high waist miniskirt. Her long, toned legs encased in red 5.5 inches sandals. No stockings today. She was nervous, hoping he would approve her outfit.
"You're very sexy.", he said. A wave of pleasure washed over her. She was so proud he approved. She wanted to be sexy for him.
"Come."
He took her hand and moved Rachel to the side his desk. He positioned her on it, bent, her ass in the air, her face on the wood that felt cold against her bare midriff. Caressing her ass, he said matter-of-factly "You're a very sexy little slut." No no, I'm YOUR slut, she wanted to say. I want YOU, Steve. But she stayed silent, not daring disrupting this moment she had wanted so much.

He moved her skirt on her waist, revealing her small ass in lacy pink panties.

"Next time, wear a g-string, OK?". He slapped her ass several time, hard, making her whimper. How stupid was she. She was ashamed of disappointing him. Excited to be disciplined. When he removed the garment, it was already wet.

"This is what you want, isn't it?", he asked, touching the flesh near her pussy.

She moved a bit her face up from the desk to answer "Y-yes please.".

He touched her slit slowly, moving down from her hole to her clit. The pleasure was soooo different than when she masturbated by herself. So more intense. So delicious.

"You're just a little office slut."

Yes. YES. Whatever he wanted. She screamed mentally. He toyed with her, taking her with his nimble fingers to the brink of the orgasm. Then, he positioned himself behind her and fucked her hard, without any consideration, pounding her ass against the desk while she was now screaming "YES YES" as loud as she could.

RACHEL - WEEK 13 - SECOND SESSION

Rachel was now getting fondled and rammed regularly by Steve. In her mind, she had a little adventure with Joe, and now, it was a little adventure with Steve. Steve was always her first choice anyway. She thought she would simply stop seeing Joe. She was not a slut. She was into Steve, that's all. It was her office crush.

But then, as Joe came back, it was Steve's turn to leave, supposedly for a 3 weeks vacation.

Rachel needed the release, needed a man to touch her, she couldn't wait 3 weeks, Steve has left and Joe was here... She immediately went back to Joe, obliterating any delusion she had of being a good girl.

~~~

"Now picture Joe, Rachel. You want him to fuck you. Is it true?
-Yes.
-Tell me: I want Joe to fuck me.
-I want Joe to fuck me.
-Now picture Steve. You want him to fuck you, isn't it?
-...yes...
-You don't care who fuck you. Joe or Steve. Repeat after me: I don't care who fuck me.
-I don't care who fuck me.
-Very good. You just want to be fucked. Tell me: I want to be fucked.
-...I want to be fucked.
-Tell me: I don't care who fuck me.
-...I...I don't care who fuck me.
-You just like sex, isn't it? You like to be touched by a man.
-...yes.
-Now, how do you call a woman that love being fucked by whoever?
-....
-It's okay. You can say repeat after me: a slut.
-...a...slut.
-You're a slut, Rachel."

~~~

This evening, in the office, her nyloned knees were on the carpet like it was often the case this past days, as she was kneeling in front of Joe, sucking his cock while he was sitting behind his desk. Such a sight. Her head bobbing up and down as he was working on his computer. She was feeling used, but, at the same time, she needed Joe so hard, and it was also so hot...

She was shocked when he greeted someone she didn't hear enter. She hesitated between hiding under the desk or looking over it. Joe didn't left her a choice as he stood up, shamelessly, his cock free and erect, to shake hand with the newcomer.

It was Steve. Already back, so soon, after only a few day, from his "vacations". If she knew, she wouldn't have got back to Joe!!! Her mind raced to find something to say. Steve approached her, as she was still kneeling. Was Steve angry? Would he think she was cheating on him? Where they even an item? She should say something... but she blanked when she saw he also had his cock out. Clearly he liked this situation.

Soon, Rachel was taking care of both cock like a good little office whore. The charade was over. It wasn't a "fling" with Joe, neither was it another "fling" with Steve. It was pretty clear now, as she was switching her mouth back and forth from one cock to the other, that she liked both of them. No. That she liked being fucked. She embraced the fact she was a slut. And she loved it.

 

RACHEL - WEEK 13 - AT THE BOYS CLUB
This morning just before lunch, Steve knocked at Rachel's office door and opened it without waiting for an answer. The first thing that people would notice upon entering was the smell. It reeked sweat and pussy juice. Rachel, who was laying back on her chair with her legs almost on the desk, got startled by the sudden entrance and tried to hide what she was doing until she saw it was Steve. Looking at him smiling, she resumed masturbating.

"You're such a slut Rachel.
-Mmmm... A slut for who?", she answered in a teasing voice. He ignored her.

"You know of the Boys Club poker night? Twice a month. I want you to come this week.
-I... I don't play cards."

He moved behind her, fished in her low cut top and cupped her small breast.

"We don't want you to play cards" He pinched her nipple, making her whimper. She almost came here and now, as was still masturbating under the table. She opened her legs even more and grabbed Steve's biceps with the other hand.

"We want to play with your little slut body." She tried to grab his cock through his pants but he moved away, leaving her panting, desperate.

"I'll pick you at 9. Wear what you'll find in your mailbox."

~~~

"Is it even a dress?" wondered Rachel as she opened the package. The garment inside was something between a minidress and a baby-doll nightie, with black lace material and long sleeve, very transparent on top and a bit more modest below but still lacy enough so that everyone could see her underwear... or the absence of it. Still, she decided to wear black lingerie under it. Then, she considered the shoes: they were 6 inch stiletto heel sandals with an almost 2 inch inches platform. She has never wore such high heels, even since she started to dress sexy for the office. She tried it, made a few tentative steps around and sat back in her couch, waiting for Steve to come pick her up, thinking about how "they" wanted to play with her body. The skirt was so short, it was easy to reach her needy pussy, easy to rub it a bit... She started touching herself. Did she really want that... become a plaything for men? She grunted. Yes. A repetitive wet sound echoed through her living room as she was getting wetter and wetter. Yes! Yes she wanted that. She wanted to get gropped, to get touched... she suddenly stopped, at the edge, wailing and panting, almost cumming. Her phone vibrated, signalling the arrival of Steve in front of her house. In a sudden impulse, she removed her dress, tossed her bra and panties on the couch and decided to go commando. Steve would approve for sure.
She got out of her house, wobbling on her impossible high heels. The cold air served as a reminder of her absence of panties and how wet she was. Steve got out of the car, wearing an elegant suit. She was happy to see him opening the passenger door and helping her to climb in his SUV. Judging by his large grin, he definitely approved what he was seeing.

"So, she asked nervously to break the silence in his car, where are we going?
-You'll see."

She didn't know exactly where he was taking her but not knowing was a good feeling to have. She wanted to surrender completely. The car interior was warm, the seat comfortable. The road scrolling in a steady rhythm. The humming of the engine. So relaxing. So safe.

By instinct, she opened her thighs, as she was dozing off. And then, she felt his hand on her leg.

"You look very sexy", he said in a whisper. She smiled. "You know, I can help you with that." She wondered what he was talking about and just realized she had been masturbating, without even realizing it, as she was dozing off. Not waiting for an answer, he moved his hand between her legs to tease her sensitive and oh so wet spot during the car ride.

About 45min later, he pulled off in a private courtyard. Rachel was in a daze. Grabbing his arm for support, she followed him inside what was looking like a small, richly decorated, castle. Rachel knew this kind of places, having visited something alike on several occasions with her rich uncle already, for parties, charities and the like. They finally arrived in the game room, where she saw some people from her company but also other gentlemen sitting and smoking cigars. She was surprised to see other girls, dressed like her, in very similar black mini-dresses.

"Wait here", motioned Steve. He made her sit on a big armchair at a large card table as he went away to greet some people. Rachel was a mix of nervosity, impatience, and lust. She fidgeted in the large chair, trying to rub her slit on the carpet fabric of the chair, wanting to continue what she had been doing in the car. Around her, girls were catering men's needs, bringing them drinks, laughing at their jokes, always touching them and being touched. She wondered what she was supposed to do. Was she expected to bring drinks? What if a man were to touch her like that?

She didn't had to think for long as Steve returned, with Joe, 2 other coworkers (Li and Alexander from sales) and two guys she didn't know. Two waitresses were with them, blond, east European looking girls. One was in her twenties. The other a bit older, maybe the age of Candace, sporting fake lips and fake tits. Steve asked Candace to get up and sit back on his lap, then the game started. It was a complicated game that Candace didn't follow at all. She did follow, however, the relentless caresses, the constant fondling Steve was doing while playing, without a care in the world. The two other girls were similarly seated, groped and kissed. After a while, all pretence of a "game night" had disappear and the night turned into a full blow orgy. People were drinking, smoking, fucking everywhere. Rachel remembered sucking Steve's cock, while being fondled by 2 other coworkers. Then, she was fucked on the table, her little dress reduced to a small belt of tissue around her waist, while blowing or masturbating people around her.
As the night progressed, Rachel moved around the room, kissing, licking, being fucked by people she didn't know. At one point, she even had a girl pussy on top of her and she had her first lesbian experience here, licking her while being herself licked by... she couldn't even say who. It was a crazy night, a swinger party, a place where she was free to express her sexuality along like-minded people. And she loved it.

Around 2AM though, she went to the kitchen and the reality dawned on her. There, a group of 3 ou 4 hostesses were relaxing, either smoking or eating something. 2 hostesses were talking about money. One of the two, a young blond girl with tattoos, fake tits, a fierce look and a broken English asked about hers.
"Sorry? About my what?, replied Candace, puzzled.
-How much are they paying you tonight? Some girls are paid 2k, some 5k, it's crazy no?"

Candace could only nod, realizing that most, if not all girls here were prostitutes. This wasn't a swinger party.

"How much are they paying you?
-Err... I don't know. 2k, lied Candace.
-See! See!" The girl got agitated for some reason but Candace escaped back to the game room. She was such a slut. All girls here are prostitutes, of course, but not me, I'm such an huge slut. Around her, people were still having sex. She sat in a chair, in front of a random couple fucking with passion, and started playing with herself, watching the couple. The humiliation, the thought of pretending to be a whore... the realization that most men would think she was a prostitute. It made her horny as hell.


CANDACE - WEEK 14

The plump brunette was coming along nicely. Since she started watching porn, feeling useless at work and being less confident in her own intellectual abilities, there was a subtle but visible change in her previous lively, quick-witted, a bit arrogant behavior. She was now quieter. Speak less loudly. Did less jokes. He could see, behind her brown eyes, the anxiety creeping in. Good. She had been idling in her office since two weeks. Closing old files, preparing for her new position, still mentoring a little bit her replacement. But there was less and less work. Last Friday, she had spent her almost all day scrolling Instagram in the office. But she knew - she hoped- to pass the assessment again next week and start her job as regional CEO.

Today, she was wearing a daring, form-fitting high-shine red silk blouse, with darts to nip the in waist and tightly hug her lower back. In fact, it looked a size too small. The rich emerald hue, tense against her breats, reflected the ambient light and drawn attention to her every move. Her blouse was covering the top of a white skirt that was not only mini, but also had a little slit on her left leg, showcasing the very dark pantyhose encasing her legs.

"Can you hear me Candace?
-Yes.
-Why do you dress like that?
-I dress... To stand out.
-Very good. You dress to be noticed. But you keep failing. You need to dress sexier. Say it back to me.
-I need to... dress sexier.
-Sexier. Show skin. Like a porn star. Did you watch porn recently?
-...yes.
-When?
-Last... night."

Good, but not good enough for Paul.

"Good. You need the pleasure. In the night and also... in the morning. Tell me you what you need in the morning.
-...pleasure.
You need to watch porn in the morning, before going to work. Do you understand?
-Yes...
-What will you need, tomorrow morning?
-...porn.
-Very good. You need to watch porn. You need the pleasure. You need to relax. Imagine a porn scene now. It just started. It's only the introduction of the girl. The girl is not naked. She is still wearing something. Something very sexy. Focus on the girl. Can you see her?
-...yes.
-What color is her hair?
-...black...
-What is she wearing?
-Body... fishnet...
-Very good. It's daring. It's so sexy. It shows a lot of skin. It's so sexy. So much sexier than what's Rachel wear. You can beat Rachel. You need to dress sexier. Repeat it.
-...need to dress... sexier."

And now, another angle.

"-Look at the woman. Look at her face. She's wearing lot of makeup. Does she look smart?
-N-no...
-She look dumb. So dumb. So stupid. Tell me. How does she look?
-Stupid..."

Pause any porn movie and 9 times out of ten the girls will have a stupid look. Even fully dressed, even before sex, the porn actresses have so much makeup and often also drug in their system that they look dumb, happy, retarded. Exactly what was wanted for Candace.


"She's smiling now. She's quite stupid isn't she?
-...yes.
-She's sexy. She doesn't think. She's blank. She don't hide it. She owns it. It would make her very anxious to hide how stupid she is, isn't it?
-...yes.
-She's looking so stupid. Notice it. Emulate it. Now think of another one. A blond pornstar. Can you see her?
-...yes.
-Does she looks stupid?
-Yes....
-That's the first thing you'll notice. They look so dumb. It's ok. No shame being blank and stupid and horny."

After a while, he switched topic again.

"Now, you're doing an IQ test. How do you feel?
-...bad.
-The current question is difficult. You hate it. You don't want to think. You hate it. You want to throw up. Isn't it?
-Yes.
-You hate IQ test. You hate to think. Say it back to me.
-I hate IQ test. I hate.... to think." She was frowning.
"It's horrible. Disgusting. Would you like to go back to porn?
-...yes.
-Let's do that. Think about the dumb pornstar again. Relax. She's laughing. Having fun. So dumb. Picture it. No need to think."

CANDACE - WEEK 15 - AT THE BOYS CLUB

Candace was pissed. She overheard that this little slut Rachel had been invited to a card game at Boy's Club two weeks ago. She stormed into one of her colleague -soon subordinate-'s office and asked, no, ordered him for an invite to the club. It was a bit too early for her, she wasn't ready to participate in an orgy like Rachel did, but they quickly devised a plan of action to seize the opportunity. So, Candace got her invite.

For this night out, she had settled on a simple blue velvet dress with a mesh top, classy and sensual, as well as 5 inch black sandals. She was competing with Rachel, she KNEW that dumb slut Rachel would wear something obscenely inappropriate, but she didn't want to go that road. Joining the Boy's Club was an important step for her to become CEO so she wanted to be taken seriously. She would prove she could be "one of the boys". She would make connections. And that meant NOT dressing like a total slut. Right?

At 9PM, as she parked her car in behind the rich decorated gate, she was a bit disappointed by the mansion. Same mansion Rachel went, but Candace had a more critical eye. It was not as fancy as she expected. Going inside, she was impressed by large room, the (fake?) marble floor and pillars of the house, but clearly, it has seen better days. The rich gold ceiling moldings had turn black in a lot of place, some wallpaper was peeling and the furniture was well-worn. Inside, it was mostly men, several gambling tables and a handful of busty, mostly blond, thin girls in tasteless black mini-dress. Some hostesses, guessed Candace. She looked at them with disdain.

Four of her co-workers were there. They invited her to join them at a table, adorned with a rich mahogany finish, with a chandelier overhead but still... also a bit run down. They chatted a bit, drank wine and champagne. Candace tried to be her usual smart, funny, quick witted self at the beginning but... she felt like an outsider. She needed to integrate this group but was getting tired, bored, and a bit drunk. Soon, it was 10PM. As the evening wore on, the atmosphere inside the mansion shifted. The place was filling up. Lot of old men, in their own little group, for other companies, drinking wine on sofas, served by the hostesses in black dress that would sometime sit on their sofa armrest. She recognized some CEO and other VIP. Her chance to expand her network! But she was... so tired.
Candace barely registered when four other co-workers arrived, Rachel with them, wearing a skimpy black micro dress and... now blonde?!
Rachel was dressed in the same kind of dress as the hostesses, her new blond hair and heavy makeup clearly putting her in the "bimbo" category now. It made Candace feel mixed emotions, a mixture of superiority, jealousy and disgust. In one hand, Candace loved that Rachel was playing the role of a bimbo hostess somehow, while herself was "one of the boys", one of the guest, here to play. Maybe Rachel would get her a drink! But Rachel didn't seem to care about their respective position, and that pissed Candace.

10:20PM. They started to explain the rules of the card game.
Rachel didn't even pretend to play, she just watched while being obviously groped under the table by her date. What a slut.
As for Candace, she didn't get the rules. At all. She was too tired. Bored. Drunk.

And also -the Boy's Club made sure of it- drugged.

Candace remembered losing the first game. They tried to explained the rules to her again. She knew she was making a bad impression.

11PM. Someone spilled something on her top. One of the waitress took her to the kitchen. They gave her a change of clothes : a skimpy black dress, and offered to redo her makeup. Candace went back to the table, humiliated. It was so short that she had to keep the hem down when walking or flash her panties at every step. She hoped nobody notice her. The girl redid her makeup with a sultry, smoky look, so heavy that even her own mother wouldn't recognize her anyway.

Midnight. Candace was now sitting on the lap of one of her coworker "to give him good luck". Candace stopped playing a long time ago. She was just like the other girls now. Just like Rachel and the hostesses. An accessory, in a skimpy, little black dress, heavy makeup. She laughed. Candace was kissing someone. Then another guy. Men all over the place were kissing, fondling girls. She was laughing so much. Someone took Candace's phone, made her unlock it, put some software on it. Finally, someone got her home.

1AM. Candace wasn't there to see it any more but the place is now a full fledge an orgy like every 2 weeks. Rachel is bouncing on the cock of one guy, while alternatively sucking two others. A insatiable slut. Perfect for the club.

~~~

The next morning Candace was already late morning when she arrived at the office.
She was welcomed by a "Hey Candace, had fun last night?" that she answered only with a smile, cheeks red with shame.

The brunette didn't remember everything that happened at the club but knew she fucked up. She tried to join the Boy's Club and failed miserably. She couldn't handle the drinks, she couldn't play cards, she ended up not much better than the hostesses, even dressing like them. This little Rachel slut did better than her. She thought she had lost the respect of her peers that night.

~~~
Of course, Paul made sure Candace get an adequate lesson from this evening:
"You couldn't play the game, Candace. But it's ok. You didn't want to think.
-I... didn't want...
-It's so much more fun to giggle and be pretty. Be one of the girl. You want to relax. Have fun.
-I want to... relax.
-Maybe you're too dumb to play cards with the boys. But it's ok. You didn't want to think. You want the pleasure."

CANDACE - WEEK 16

This was a difficult week for Candace. Bored and isolated at work, bored at home, and this was the week she took the assessment test again. The creepy doctor was clearly eyeing her as soon as she entered her office and his gaze lingered on her as she tried to answer the questions.
Her performance was even worse than the last time. She HATED I.Q. test now. She didn't even want to think. She tried a bit on the first few questions but... each one made her sick in her stomach. She knew it would lead to another failure. Another proof of how stupid she was. The more she tried to think, the more painful it was. How was this square supposed to be rotated? Left? Right? What would be the next number? How the fuck was she supposed to know. The answer kept changing when she had been practicing. She didn't want to do this bullshit.

The doctor smiled as he reviewed her result. Paul had done a good work. Even if Candace tried to get another job, she would certainly have to pass an I.Q. test and... she couldn't any more. She has been conditioned to hate them, used to the failure, and didn't even want to think. She had answered most question in a random rush to get it over with. She had scored a measly 69. Officially retarded.

"I'm sorry", the doctor said.
The brunette was sitting in front of him, defeated. "This time, I'll have to give the board my evaluation. You cannot be a CEO, you understand that, Candace?"
He was talking to her like she was... retarded.

"Yes.
-I'm sure it's a temporary situation. Not fo-re-ver." Detaching each syllable. Clearly enjoying putting the big breasted bimbo in her place. "Maybe you're too stressed or tired lately. But that does not change the result."
She had an appointment with Paul later this day.
~~~


"How did the assessment test go?", asked her Paul. She was not under hypnosis. She was just laying on his sofa, much like a typical therapy session. Clearly, the suggestion of following the pornstar dress style had taken hold, because she was wearing an almost neon green blouse, sheer transparent AND low cut. Her big breasts were clearly visible, jutting out of a black bra too small for her.
"Not good."

Paul stayed silent. Then, slowly, imperceptibly at first, she started crying. In the back of his mind, Paul knew he was supposed to feel sorry for the poor girl. She never did anything to him. She looked like a decent person. She had worked hard to escape her social background, as the daughter of a deadbeat single mother. He should feel bad, helping some conspiracy clique at work ruining her. But, watching her, so vulnerable, her big tits jiggling as she was sobbing in her ridiculous slutty outfit, his cock got particularly hard.

"I don't know... what's wrong with me... what I am going to do...
-You seems stressed. Maybe you should relax?" Bad move from Paul. She sat up.

"Relax?, she said, angrily. I think I relaxed enough. I'll fight back. I was supposed to get that job. They cannot fuck me over like that. You think it's fair?!"

Paul sighted. He needed to slow her down. She trusted him, he made sure of that, but he needed her more calm, more submissive, to work his magic.

"Is life about fairness? They required an assessment test. You failed...
-Bullshit!
-I'm sorry Candace. You failed but it's not the end for you. Just a minor setback.
-A minor setback?! Do you know ho HAD I worked?! I DESERVE THIS JOB.
-Calm down, Candace. I'm on your side, you know it."

She knew it. He had drilled it in her mind.

"There's other companies, right? We talked about self sabotage before, maybe, subconsciously, you didn't want to work here anymore."

She was taken aback. She knew he was right. After all, she could just leave. Find another company.

"Let's do a session, alright? We will explore this topic. You need it to think straight.
-...o-ok.
-You are very stressed right now, and it's very understandable. You feel betrayed by the people you work with, isn't it? Cheated of this regional CEO position.
-Yes.
-You are safe with me. You know it. Let's get you in a better place to think straight. I want you to leave all your current problems, all your stress, all your worry, on a shore. After all, you feared today's assessment test for weeks. It didn't went as your would have liked, but it's over now. It's over. Stop thinking about this. Stop thinking about this job."

He expertly put her under hypnosis again.

"The promised you a CEO job. They betrayed you, right?
-....yes.
-But something else betrayed you, isn't it?
-...what...
-Your mind. Your intelligence. Leave it on the shore, with all your problem. Your own wits betrayed you. It's ok. You don't need them to have value. You can be a good person. A strong person. A lovable person. Even dumb as a rock."

She flinched a bit.

"You're more than your intellect. It's ok to stop thinking sometime. You don't need to think. You don't like to think. Tell it back to me.
-I don't... like to think.
-Very good. You would like a new job. A job where you don't have to think. Tell me, what kind of job do you want?
-a job... where not... think...
-That's right. A job where you can be dumb. Stupid. Not think."

Paul smiled. He knew she would have a very hard time finding a job somewhere else.

During her night out, while she was drugged, The Boy's Club had tampered with Candace's phone in two ways. First, they now had absolute control of her mails. So, if she tried to apply to other jobs, they would block her incoming and outgoing messages. They would substitute with fake answers that asked her to... complete an I.Q. test if she wanted an interview. Of course, she would fail spectacularly, if she even tried. That would crush her confidence even more.
The second way the Boys Club had tampered with her phone was simpler: it was now playing porn at seemingly random time. At first, it happens very rarely, not even once a day, but it would accelerate.

CANDACE - WEEK 16 - SESSION 2

The board didn't made her CEO of course. They were now looking for someone else and were embarrassed with Candace, clearly not knowing where to put her. The Boy's Club members used their influence so she would not be fired, nor put on a medical leave. They also pushed for her demotion. She was just a sale girls for fuck's sake! And look how she dress! Who had this crazy idea to make her manager, much less regional CEO?!

She was put on the sideline until they could get her a new, suitable position. But what kind of office job could they give to someone with a 69 IQ?

She was still coming to work, she was still even talking with some of her coworkers -most of them didn't know exactly why she didn't become CEO, but she had NOTHING to do all day. She was still getting paid. But imagine sitting 7 hours at a desk with nothing to do. Staying in your office at lunch time, because you don't really want to talk with your coworkers. With a growing porn addition.
Candace was convinced she would get another job but the process would take time. She took solace in Paul's sessions. And porn.

She was now watching porn at least twice a day. Previously, her work was all her life, so there was now a big gap in which Paul introduced porn. Considering how addictive it can be, Paul had theorized that the masturbation compulsion he gave Rachel could be given to Candace even faster using porn.

And he was right. But first, there was another angle he wanted to explore.

"-You must keep it secret from your coworker. Isn't it?
-uh....
-They shouldn't know. Repeat it.
-They... should... not know.
-They should not know you're stupid. Tell it.
-They should not know... I'm...
-You're stupid. Tell it to me.
-I'm...
-The IQ test doesn't lie. You're stupid. But you must hide it.
-I must... hide it...
-What should you hide ?
-That I'm... stupid...
-Now picture a coworker, talking to you. You have to hide how stupid you are. Be careful! Hide it. Now, repeat after him: I hope he doesn't realize I'm stupid.
-I hope... he doesn't realize I'm... stupid.
-That's your new worry. You worry that people can tell you're stupid. Picture a new coworker. First thought that pops into your mind: can he tell I'm stupid? Isn't it?
-...yes.
-It worries you a lot. That people can tell how dumb you are. You want to relax. You need to relax. Picture yourself. After diner. You're watching porn on your phone. Isn't it right?
-...yes.
-You love it. You need it to relax. It's so relaxing. No need to think. Get lost on the pleasure. Now, it's time for bed. You go to bed. You take your phone with you. You look at it. In your bed. You want pleasure. What do you want?
-pleasure...
-You want porn. You'll look at porn in your bed. You'll have pleasure. You'll pleasure yourself. You need it. You cannot relax without it. When you feel sad, distressed, you can feel comfort in porn. Look at the stupid, vacant, girls. Immersed in pleasure."


CANDACE - WEEK 17

There is some thing like that in life: the more you try to avoid it, the more you are focused on it, the more you run into it.
Trying too hard to hide the fact that you're stupid is like that. Candace was now hyperfocused, suspended to the other person words, her eyes just a bit too opened, acquiescing a little too hard. She didn't talk back, she barely participated in conversations any more, because she was filtering everything she said. Every time she wanted to talk, she wondered: Is it right? Will it sounds dumb? Did I correctly understood what the other person was saying? As a result, she spoke a lot less. She smiled more. Behind her eyes her anxiety was visibly going through the roof. She was stupid. She needed to hide it. And the more she tried, the stupider she looked. Each interaction with another person was a stressful act to try not to appear stupid. She felt was a failure. She was a mess. And she took confort in porn, watching simple minded sluts getting lost in a world pleasure, like she wanted to do.


~~~
"You're looking at porn. You need it. Look at the girl. Look how she enjoyed being fucked. No worries. She enjoy doing what she's told. Her mind is blank. You want a blank mind. Tell it to me.
-...I want... Blank mind.
-Blank. No worries. Mindless. Like these girls in porn. Picture one of them, getting fucked. She look so dumb. So satisfied. You want to be blank, satisfied, like her, isn't it?
-...yes.
-Slowly, jealousy grows inside you. Why do they have fun and you don't? They remind you of Rachel. Rachel have all the fun now. Isn't it?
-...yes.
-Picture the pornstar again. She's sexy. She doesn't think. She's blank. She don't hide it. She owns it. It would make her very anxious to hide how stupid she is, isn't it?
-...yes.
-You would love to be blank, wouldn't you?
-...yes.
-Stop thinking. No anxiety. Nothing to hide. You want to be like her. Dumb."

Before she could answer, he made her switch to another figure.

"Now picture another pornstar. A blonde this time. Can you see the blonde girl, looking, empty, vacant?
-....yes.
-She's so sexy. So dumb. So slutty. Dumb slut. She smile. You envy her, isn't it? In fact, you want to be like her. Tell me.
-I want.... to be like her.
-Imagine. You dress very sexy. You don't think. You smile. You're like her. You're a dumb slut. Say it back to me: I'm a dumb slut.
-I'm... a dumb slut."

~~~

The random porn popping had accelerated. She would be bored, in her home, or in office. She would scroll her phone, and porn would appear on the screen. At first, she was ashamed and startled but, after a while... If she was already in a safe place, scrolling mindlessly Instagram, and porn popped out, why not watch a little? She had nothing to do anyway. And it helped her relax. So, she started watching porn on her phone in her office. Just watched, at first. Following Paul's suggestions she started to pay attention to the girls faces. She noticed how dumb and happy they looked. She didn't masturbate yet, though.
The other, more subtle effect of having porn popping up randomly is the habituation it induced. Usually, you get in a certain state of mood, well, horny, before watching porn. But for Candace, since porn was popping at random, it became a part of her every day life. Maybe she would be in a store, opening her phone to pay with it, and porn would pop out. For a normal person it would be stressful and shameful but Candace was now so used to it she would just swipe the application away. Porn popping out was now just a mild annoyance. At one moment, she would be reading jobs opening, and an assfucking video would appear. She would close it and resume her job search. Or, she would order something to eat and, between salads and pizza items, a bukkake video would launch. Or, listen to music, to be interrupted by throatfucking sounds. Her Instagram feed would also get subtly mangled with porn pics. Not full on porn but very visible bulge, very porn looking girl, with heavy make up. Ass twerking. Men pushing women on their knees. There was no more defined borders between what was normal and what was pornographic.

This week, Candace was regularly masturbating to porn in her office. She liked the pleasure, the relaxation, how it emptied her mind. It was also filling an empty gap in her like. She needed it now. Sometime, at home, she would play porn on her big TV screen... AND another flick on her phone, at the same time!
Before, she had been a confident, social, smart, quick witted girl and she was now becoming a shut-in, an introvert, hiding in her office and her home to desperately masturbate to porn. And of course The Boy's Club was filming her with her own phone doing so.
She was wondering more and more how it would feel to be like this pornstars, dumb, sexy, vacant. She was becoming envious of the girls.

~~~

"She's so free. Like Rachel."

Rachel. Rachel had been away since a few weeks. And when she came back, she was... different. Rachel had always been a petite woman, and Candace was the more voluptuous. But everything has changed. Rachel not sported huge, obviously fake breasts implants that looked totally artificial in her petite frame and dwarfed Candace natural chest. Her lips were now two huge pillow, a testament to vulgarity that left no doubt to what was their main purpose. Of course, she was blonde, like she had previously already seen her in the club.
She looked like.... she looked like a pornstar.

"Rachel is embracing it. You can embrace it too. You are envious. You want to be, free, vacant, like those porn girls, like Rachel, isn't it?
-...y-yes.
-You can. But you need to keep your job, isn't it?" Yes, she did.

"You need to convince them to keep you. Even if you're a dumb slut. You can be useful as a dumb slut. Isn't it?
-uh...
-Don't think too much. You're dumb. But you're a slut. You can work as a dumb slut. Isn't it?
-...yes.
-You'll convince them to keep you. Even dumb, you can be useful. Say it back to me: I can be an useful, dumb, slut.
-I can be an useful, dumb, slut." No hesitation. Good.
"I will be an obedient, dumb, slut.
-I will... be an obedient... dumb, slut.
-That right. Like those women you like to watch. A submissive, stupid, slut. Tell it back to me.
-A submissive... stupid... slut.
-Good. That's your mantra. You're a submissive, stupid, slut. Say it again.
-A submissive, stupid, slut.
-What are you?
-A submissive stupid slut." Paul beamed.

"Very good. Now, think about a porn movie again. Think about a scene, in an office. The woman need to convince the man she's useful. Do you know how?
-...no...
-You're so dumb. But you know how. What does submissive, stupid, sluts does to keep their job?
-...they...
-Yes?
-They... fuck..
-Good! Of course you know it, as a submissive stupid slut yourself. They use their body? You will use your body to keep your job. Tell it back to me.
-I will...
-You will use your body.
-I will use my body...
-To keep your job.
-To keep... my job..."

Two weeks later, that was all she was fantasying about.

CANDACE - WEEK 19

It was already late. Most of the staff were gone already. Candace entered Alexander's office dressed provocatively in a short, pink miniskirt, five-inch red pumps, and a cropped top with a revealing boob window. She had applied copious amount of eye shadow, mascara and lipstick and resembled a stripper more than an executive. At Paul's suggestion, she had also acquired a large, tacky tongue stud which caused her to lisp slightly when she spoke.

"Hey...", she said, as she was arriving Alexander's office. She had been told he was the one that would tell her if she would stay in the company or being let go. Alexander was not even working in HR, but Candace didn't care how or why she had to convince this guy to keep her. All that mattered was that he was a guy, so, she could use her body to convince him. She needed to convince him.

Next time you watch a porn flix, dear reader, pay attention. 80% of the time, it's the woman that seduce a passive man. The MILF that seduce the step son. The schoolgirl that tease the male teacher. The female secretary that arouse the boss, the female boss that entrap an employee, the female property agent that entice the male buyer...

So, Candace had a LOT of examples. She sat on the office chair in front of Alexander, crossing her bare legs, her skirt riding high. She stroked her legs seductively as he was fiddling with his computer. When he was ready for her, she smiled and immediately stuck her tongue out to display a sparkly tongue stud she got the week before. It was one of the habit Paul had ingrained in her: always show the tongue stud. It made her look particularly stupid and sexy.

Alexander started to talk, about what could she bring to the company now, how they may be forced to make a difficult decision, but Candace didn't listen. Still sticking out her tongue, she had her legs opened and was stroking her inner thighs. Her black, lacy panties were clearly visible now. She didn't care what Alexander was saying. She was done trying to pretend to be a smart girl. After a while, he stopped talking, entranced by Candace who was now rubbing between her legs. She got up, around his desk, to put her hands on his shoulder and whisper to his ear:
"I can be very, very obethient." the jewelry on her tongue making her lisp ridiculously.

Slowly, hand trembling a little, she reached his cock from behind and started stroking it through his jean. She was pleased to discovered he was already hard for her. She rubbed it a bit, before he a took initiative and kissed her, tasting her lipstick and feeling her tongue jewellery. After a while, Candace was getting tired of standing precariously in her high heels and knew what the next step would be anyway, so she got down on the carpeted floor while he opened his pants to free up his large erect cock. She gobbled it down without hesitation. What a sight. Alexander, like many from the Boys Club, had long dreamed of having Candace, the annoying executive, on her knees taking car of his member and there she was, dressed and face painted up like a tart, her mane of brunette hair bobbing up and down his cock. It was not very long but quite large, large enough so Candace had to alternate licking and sucking it to not get her jaw tired. The last time she sucked a cock was a couple of years ago but she had quite a lot of experience of it in her 20s. She was using all her skills, alternating teasing the parts that she could feel Alexander liked, stopping at the height of his pleasure, engulfing all his member down her throat, then focused again on the sensitive spots, using her tongue stud... Applying what she had learned from porn, she was quite vocal during the blowjob, as if she was tasting the most delicious thing in the world. With one hand, Alexander reached down and pull her skirt up, to her waist and roamed them over Candace's body, caressing her curves, reaching her breast to squeeze it from under.

"You're such a dumb slut, Candace," he said, his voice dripping with contempt, remembering what he what supposed to say. Candace, however, didn't seem to take offense. Instead, she groaned in appreciation, her body trembling with excitement. She knew exactly what Alexander was trying to do: pushing her buttons and make her lose control. And it was working. Without warning, Alexander grabbed Candace by the hair and forced her to bend over the desk. He admired her plump ass, squeezed and kneaded the flesh before moving to the side the tiny thong she was wearing. The slut was already dripping wet, so he entered without effort her warm hole, filling her completely.

Candace's moans filled the room, her voice echoing off the walls as she surrendered to the pleasure coursing through her body. She was purposely screaming like the sluts in those porn movies she was watching compulsively lately, lost in the fantasy that now, she was one of them. A wanton creature, an unintelligent sexual beast, lost in lust.

He began to thrust into her, his hips snapping violently against hers. "YETH! YETH!" Candace's cries grew louder, more desperate as Alexander was also surrendering to his animal side. In his mind, gone were the machination of the Boys Club, the subtle manipulation of Paul and the transformation of Candace. There was only a wet hole to fuck, and he was ramming it furiously. His desk was rocking and cracking precariously, but he didn't care. Not doubt all the coworkers that didn't left for the day could hear them, but, pistoning like a madman, he didn't care.

Candace continued to mimic the porn stars sounds, hoping her performance would please Paul. Then, suddenly, to her own surprise, her pussy clenched around Alexander's cock, milking him for all he was worth. His own climax was imminent, but he didn't want to stop here. Regaining his sense, not wanting to cum yet, he pushed her on the floor where she kneeled to took his cock in her mouth.

"Good slut", he said, with a husky voice. "Touch yourself".

She reach down and started the familiar act of masturbating. Suddenly, she heard someone else entered the room and frooze. She hear motion behind her, then looking up, saw that it was Steve, the top exec from sales. His cock was already out. He smiled. Hesitantly, she smiled back, before taking his cock in the other hand and bringing her lips to it.

EPILOGUE - SOME MONTHS LATER

On the right screen, the girl tilted her head up and opened her mouth, sticking her tongue out to welcome thick, white strands of cum into it. On the middle screen was displayed a close up shot of an ass getting fucked by a glistening dick. On the left, two girls kissing each other.

Behind the three screens, Candace had her stocking-clad legs opened and up, her heels secured on the edge of her desk, exposing her asshole decorated with a diamond butt plug, her hand furiously rubbing her clit. She was making vulgar, animal noises, echoing what was playing in front of her, sticking her own tongue out. Beside her tacky stud, she was also wearing a nose ring and got tattooed, inside both her wrists, so she was always reminded of what she was: S.S.S., meaning "Submissive Stupid Slut". A cheap blond dye job, a tramp stamp and a belly button piercing completed the look.

The door of the office opened and Rachel entered, her enormous fake boobs first, a large smile on her collagen filled lips. She beamed with satisfaction, because she had just been used by a man and one of the VIP client of the company.

Both girls had their uses: when they wanted something more "pro", closer to what you would feel with a sex worker, they would call Candace, that was always desperate to give a good performance to keep her job. Rachel on the other hand gave a more genuine experience: she was always craving the sweet release of an orgasm for herself and was thus a bit more selfish, a bit more crazy in the sack.

Rachel sat at her desk near Candace. The two office whores shared an office now, both facing the door to keep their screen, that was always playing smut, hidden from the passers-by.

"Come and lick me you dumb slut.", instructed Rachel coldly.

Apparently she didn't get enough action just now. Paul made sure that the only thing that could make Rachel cum, beside being touched or fucked by a man, was the sweet tongue of Candace. And by a twist of fate Rachel couldn't explain, Candace, now a "special needs" employee, was directly supervised by her.

Candace didn't mind, on the opposite. Her hatred for Rachel and morphed into an obsession. In her mind, thanks to Paul, Rachel was the breathing, living, personification of the bimbo pornstars she was constantly watching.

Life was good for Rachel. Now all her life revolved around indulging the strong urges of her needy pussy and she could do it at work, getting paid to do it!

As she was getting eaten out by her utterly demoted former rival, Rachel truly felt at the top of the world.