A Match Made in Hell

Stepping outside, I feel the cool air on my skin, which helps to calm me down from my previous interaction with Alana. I try to take a second to collect myself before making my way towards the car. As I do, I hear Luck speak up behind me.

"So? Figured it out yet?"

"What?" I ask as I turn back to look at her.

"Have you figured out what I did to Alana?" Luck reiterates. "You should have all pieces you need to get the general concept by now."

"Well, it's pretty clear you gave her some kind of interest in eating cum," I mention.

"Specifically your cum, but yes. There's bit more too it though," Luck claims.

"I don't know. The only thing that's clear is that you still haven't given up on trying to get me to have sex with my parents," I note. "Did you make her a cum addict or something?"

"Not quite," Luck replies while leaning forward, showing off her impressive cleavage through her low-cut top. "It seems like you don't know yet, but that's okay. Like I said before, it can take a while for some of my changes to ramp up, so I don't blame you for not being able to catch it."

"It would certainly be easier if you gave me some more information."

"It would, but where would be the fun in that? You seem pretty smart. I'm sure you'll figure it out soon," she assures me.

Damn. Guess I wasn't paying enough attention and missed something that happened in there. Or maybe I noticed it, but it just didn't stand out enough for me to piece it together? Hard to say. I was just so mad, I wasn't thinking carefully enough. Keeping a cool head is probably going to be really important if I want to sort out all the things Luck did to the various people I know. But my parents can be so annoying, it's hard to keep it together when they're always giving me so much grief. Well, maybe I'll get it next time. For now, it's time to move on.

I head over to my car and unlock the door. As I do, I notice Luck lean over the top, just like she did yesterday. She looks over at me with big eyes, clearly trying to butter me up for something.

...

You know, I don't know if I'll ever be able to think of butter the same way again... But anyway, that's neither here nor there.

"You wouldn't be willing to open the door for me this time, would you?" Luck asks hopefully.

I roll my eyes at her attempt to seem... I don't know, helpless? Still, I decide to give her a break this time, pushing a button on my key to unlock the passenger side door. When Luck hears the sound of the door unlocking, her eyes light up.

"Look at you! You're going through character development!" She cheers.

"Don't push it," I tell her before stepping into the car.

Luck savors this opportunity by getting in the car like a normal human being. Once she's buckled herself in, I start the engine and head off. Luck wears a big smile on her face the entire ride over. Who knew she would be so happy just from me unlocking a door for her? Or maybe she's just excited for me to see what she did with my coworkers. Actually, it's almost definitely that second one.

After some light conversation, we arrive at the office without too much issue. I'm once again reminded just how big of a difference it makes to have another person in the car for this trip. The drive really doesn't feel that bad anymore, and even a bit of the dread I usually feel when I get to work is gone, which is a super nice change of pace.

As Luck and I walk inside, I notice that we don't get any strange looks this time around from the people working downstairs. Wow. She really did go through everyone in the office. Even these first floor employees that are basically strangers to me. It doesn't seem like she made any other changes to the people down here aside from the "don't be bothered by Luck's presence" thing though, so we keep moving. Thankfully, as I reach my desk, I find that we got here with plenty of time to spare, which means I'm much less likely to get chewed out by Carmen today. There is still always a chance, but this helps minimize it, which is all I can really ask for at this point.

There isn't usually any work I have to get to when I first walk through the door, so for now, I decide to just sit down and wait for someone to need me for something. I even pull up a chair for Luck so she can sit with me, which I can tell makes her happy. As is typical of a workday for me, it isn't long before someone has something for me to do. As I'm explaining some of the things I do in a typical day to Luck, I hear the sound of someone knocking on a nearby door. Some people might consider that odd since I don't actually have my own office, and as such, no door to knock on, but after working here for as long as I have, I already know what it mean. Whelp... Here we go...

I turn around to find none other than the legend herself, Audrey Summers, in one of the typical positions she takes when she visits me. She's currently leaned up against a door a short ways away from my desk, with a hand on her thigh and a leg cocked up in the air. Her makeup is perfect as always, and her shoulder-length blonde hair looks like it's been professionally styled, which is pretty common for her when she has a meeting with an especially important client like the one she went to yesterday. She's also dressed in an outfit that I don't think anyone would be able to reasonably call work appropriate. She has on an incredibly tight-fitting, sleeveless crop top, a mini skirt that looks like it's a size too small as it hugs her wide hips, and cream colored high heel boots. Honestly, she looks more like she's about to head to a club than go to work if you ask me. But when you're Queen Audrey, you can dress however you want to work. Normal office rules just don't seem to apply to her.

I glance over to Luck to see that the brunette seems completely captivated by Audrey's presence, as if she's some sort of angelic being. Luck's eyes trace over all of Audrey's exposed skin, making it no secret she finds the blonde saleswoman incredibly attractive. But then again, I can't say I'm surprised by that. That tends to be most people's reaction to meeting Audrey for the first time. Hell, I've seen straight women just about cream their pants from being introduced her.

Once Audrey has my attention, she begins to strut towards me, her hips rocking from side to side sensually as she does so. Knowing her game, I do my best to maintain eye contact with her, but I'd bet my newly enlarged dick that Luck isn't showing the same restraint.

"Hey, Kyle. Who's the new girl? She's quite the looker," Audrey says in a playful tone as she examines Luck's body just about as thoroughly as Luck did to hers a moment ago.

"You're not so bad yourself..." Luck fires right back.

Ugh... I was worried this would happen...

"Luck, Audrey. Audrey, Luck," I quickly introduce the two in an attempt to end this conversation as soon as possible.

"Luck, huh? Quite the unusual name. I kinda like it, though," Audrey winks before turning back to me. Meanwhile, Luck looks like she's debating if she can get away with pouncing on the blonde woman right here and now. "Anyway, I need you to respond to some emails for me. Just standard customer service stuff from a few clients. You know the drill. It should be easy for a smart boy like you."

God, I hate it when she talks to me like that. As if I'm just another one of her little puppets. In case it's not already clear, even though Rae and I have "sales assistants" as our job title, everyone in the office knows that we're actually just Audrey's assistants. That's why I don't know any of the salespeople who work on the first floor. Audrey is the only one I ever actually see on a regular basis. As I explained to Luck yesterday, Audrey is far and away the best salesperson here, thanks in no small part to her sexual presence. She's more than confident with her body and knows exactly how to use it to get what she wants. I'm sure that comes in handy when trying to convince people to buy stuff they don't need.

"Alright, I'll take care of it. Anything else?" I ask her, knowing that even if there isn't, she'll definitely find something else for me to do when I'm done.

"No, that's it for now," Audrey replies before leaning in close and putting a hand on my shoulder. "Oh, and by the way, I heard about how Carmen came down on you when she found out what you did to the storage room. I just wanted to make it clear that I didn't mean to get you in trouble like that. It really wasn't a big deal. So I was almost late to a meeting. So what? The well-being of my coworkers is much more important than some stupid meeting. And you already fixed the room back up, so no harm done."

Despite the seemingly kind words, the way her nails dig into my skin as she grips my shoulder show her true feelings. I have to make a considerable amount of effort to stop myself from wincing, as it feels like even the smallest amount of additional pressure would draw blood. Besides, if she really didn't care, she wouldn't have gone to Carmen to complain in the first place. Not that it's even my fault, but there's no point trying to tell Audrey that Rae was the one responsible.

"Can you let go, Audrey? I already told you I don't like it when you touch me," I say, ignoring all of the meaningless nothing she just told me.

Rather than listen to my request, Audrey slides her hand up my neck and cups the side of my face.

"Oh, Kyle. There's no need to be shy. Now, how about we both do our best to keep everything running smoothly from now on? We wouldn't want there to be any more mishaps, now would we?" She ask in a sweet, yet ominous tone.

I'm, like, 97% sure that if this woman murdered me right now, no one would even care. Thankfully, she chooses to spare me, instead handing me a notepad with a list of the emails she wants me to respond to. She then gives Luck one last lustful wink.

"Make sure he doesn't get into too much trouble, will you, Luck?" She says before walking off. "Oh, and I ran into Rae a few minutes ago. She said she wanted to talk to you about something."

"I like her," Luck notes as she watches Audrey's large ass swing back and forth as she leaves.

"Somehow, I thought you might..." I respond. "Can't say I'm the biggest fan, though. She likes to act all nice and flirty, but it's all just so that she can get what she wants. And if you get on her bad side, you're in for a rough time."

"I did get a hint of tension between you two," Luck mentions. "Doesn't change the fact that I'd tap that in a heartbeat."

"I wouldn't if I were you. She likes to get handsy herself, but if you laid a finger on her, she'd go to HR without a second thought. I heard some guy got fired in his first month for taking her 'advances' the wrong way," I warn her.

"That sounds less fun. But it does make you wonder, if I got rid of that pesky little setback, would she go around spreading her legs like a horny slut for anyone who wanted her?" Luck ponders.

"I'd rather not find out."

"Yeah, you're right," Luck surprisingly agrees. "That wouldn't be all that interesting. I've gotta come up with something extra special for that sexy little minx. Besides, turning her into a freeuse slut wouldn't really help you all that much anyway. We're looking for solutions that are effective AND sexy here!"

I don't know that the word "we" is being used correctly in that sentence, but sure. Whatever she says. Anyway, Audrey mentioned something about Rae wanting to talk to me. I wonder what that's about. I'm also interested to see if Luck really did turn her back to normal like she said she would, so maybe it's worth seeing if I can find her before I start working for the day.