A Normal Day at the Office

Everything was different. The weird thing, weirder than the changes to Alex's world, was how quickly he was getting used to it. In one day, and Alex was starting to take for granted that he was now the CEO of a company he had never held any ambition in other than to perform his mid-level IT duties. In one day, Alex had gotten used to staff sitting up and taking notes whenever he gave direction, acting as if everything he said was gospel truth. It might take him more than a day, however, to get used to Amanda.

"Sir," she said, popping into his office with a fresh cup of coffee without being asked, "You look tense. Why don't you take a break and relax for a few minutes?" Alex almost wasn't quick enough to stop her as she began to slip her grey minidress down her body.

"Sir," she said, delivering an unordered gourmet meal to him at his desk at lunchtime, "If you don't mind me saying so, you're, like, working far too hard today. Maybe if you let me just..."

Alex jumped from his desk as she pawed at his groin, attempting far too successfully to unfasten his belt.

"Sir," she said, pouting, "I'm just trying to do my job!"

Alex didn't know why Amanda thought that part of her job was hiding under his desk to try to surprise him with a blowjob when he returned from the washroom, but he wasn't having it.

Not that he wasn't tempted.

The fact was that Amanda was quite honestly one of the most beautiful women Alex had ever seen, smelled, or touched. Just being close to her gave him a mix of butterflies, goosebumps, and dizzy spells. If he let his mind wander while she was nearby, he found himself picturing her in all sorts of compromising positions. On his lap, on his desk, under his desk, in the back of his car, more and more perverted unless he caught himself.

Maybe this was the new normal. As he walked the halls of the company he now ran near the end of the day, women winked at him, blew kisses at him, women he'd known for years, women whose breasts seemed far perkier than they had before. Men, too, treated him differently, giving Alex credit for ideas they themselves had had, deferring to him when they disagreed. Alex couldn't do wrong.

Old Mister Unger, the former CEO of the corporation, was there too. Out of curiosity, Alex stopped by his old cubical to see how the universe was reordered. The former executive was working away on a networking issue. He'd jumped up in surprise when he saw Alex, stammering something about doubling his effort to make his boss proud. Alex did his best to calm the older man, but that made Mister Unger look more panicked, so he gave up and walked away, ignoring the frantic apologies coming from his former workspace.

When Alex returned to his office, Amanda was waiting for him. Naked. Masturbating. In his office chair.

"Oh, sir!" she said, panting, "Thank God you're here. I need you to..."

"Amanda!" Alex said, as sternly as he could, fighting through the massive amounts of arousal bombarding his brain, "What do you think you're doing?"

Amanda climbed to her feet and blushed, the index finger on her left hand still slowly rubbing. "I'm so sorry, sir. I'm sure any mess will clean up," she crossed the floor, her scent filling Alex's nostrils, "I'll see to it myself."

Alex could feel his willpower crumbling with every step she took toward him. Fully dressed, Amanda was a vision, but naked, Alex's sex drive was being pushed to its limit. He wanted her. He was beginning to feel like he needed her.

"Maybe," he muttered, eyes glued to her breasts, "you should put something on... I mean... you're just so..."

"Oh yes sir," she said, stepping up to Alex, wrapping her right hand behind his head and pulling him down into a kiss, "right away sir. Just after I finish..."

Alex didn't do any more paperwork that day.