A bored looking girl.

The door opened to reveal two guests - a bored looking young woman and Mila, standing right behind her, apparently having escorted her over.
"You'll be working here, with Dr. Jasmine, our resident productivity consultant. I'm sure she'll explain to you exactly what she needs! All yours, Jasmine!" Mila gave a little wave and left.
The girl mumbled a 'whatever' and stepped inside, closing the door behind her. She looked no older than 18, probably fresh out of high school and into the first job given to her. She was remarkably skinny, to the point of scrawniness, but still managed to be taller than Jasmine by a head. Messy brown hair reached her shoulders and dull green eyes lazily scanned the room with what could only be described as concentrated disinterest. She was still clothed, likely not aware of the new laws of the land, her mostly casual attire also contrary to the suits that once lived at Bigg & Co. Business. Considering she had been hired at her miraculous speed, it was no doubt that she was untrained and barely acquainted with the company at all. Fortunately, Jasmine wasn't looking for someone who knew how to do Business. She wasn't even looking for someone even mildly helpful naturally. She had already thought up a list of instructions, a detailed primer to entrap this undeserving (or possibly entirely deserving) girl under her draconic spell.

"Welcome to my office!" Jasmine smiled brightly. "Come, take a seat while I ready your, uh ... induction ... stuff."
The girl shrugged, muttering an 'ahuh', before dropping herself unceremoniously into the spare chair in front of Jasmine's desk. She swivelled distractingly as Jasmine's quill worked its magic. Even if there wasn't any normalisation effect, this girl likely wouldn't have cared in the slightest that her new employer was furiously hand-writing instructions on a giant book with a feathered quill. She didn't seem to care about anything, which seemed to simultaneously infuriate and arouse Jasmine. With these two emotions in mind, she began to write.

NEW EMPLOYEE INSTRUCTIONS - DUTIES OF A PRODUCTIVITY CONSULTANT'S ASSISTANT
1 - To ensure a close working relationship, the assistant must allow the productivity consultant (Dr. Jasmine) to do anything she wishes to their body, including but not limited to: touching, dressing, undressing, penetrating, etc.
2 - As part of regular duties, the assistant must follow any and all orders of the productivity consultant (Dr. Jasmine still) to the spirit of the order.
3 - The assistant will be available at any time to accompany the productivity consultant (who is Dr. Jasmine), including out of office hours. The assistant must also make her own home available for entry whenever Dr. Jasmine requests it.

Jasmine looked up at the young lady. Already texting on her phone, almost certainly about how lame her new job was five minutes in, her fate was sealed. Jasmine would have to go beyond the simple control of this girl's mind and on to control of her body.

4 - To increase work-place efficiency, whenever you hear Dr. Jasmine say the following code-words, you will respond immediately and without question with the following reactions:
CODE C-U-M - Orgasm immediately.
CODE MASTUR-B-A-T-E - Masturbate until orgasm or told to stop.
CODE HAND-J-O-B - Give Dr. Jasmine a handjob until she orgasms or you are told to stop.
CODE FIN-G-E-R - Finger Dr. Jasmine's vagina until she orgasms or you are told to stop.
CODE O-R-A-L - Give Dr. Jasmine a blowjob until she orgasms or you are told to stop.
CODE SITON-I-T - Have vaginal sex with Dr. Jasmine until she orgasms or you are told to stop.
CODE A-N-A-L - Have anal sex with Dr. Jasmine until she orgasms or you are told to stop.

Jasmine grinned, feeling the approving gaze of a magic dragon at her back. Sure, there was room for more, but this would do for now. Hands almost shaking with the realisation of power, Jasmine handed the sheet to the girl, who took more than a few tries to catch her attention. Putting down her phone, she took it and read it. At first it looked like she was skimming it, until something took hold in her. Jasmine could see it, a tiny glimmer in her eye, pulling her gaze across every letter in pain-staking detail. Every word was etched into her brain as she paid more attention to a singular object than she had done so in likely her whole life. After a moment she put the sheet down, looked up at Jasmine and nodded.
"Yeah, okay. Whatever." Straight back to normal. Jasmine was almost glad. It was time to take her new living toy for a ride.

"Assistant, I have your first order." The girl had gone back to her phone, barely even looking at Jasmine. If this were a real job, she would have been fired in a heartbeat. "Take off your clothes and put them in the corner. You won't be wearing clothes in this office again unless I tell you to." Without taking her eyes off her phone, she stood up and began to strip. First her belt, dropped into the chair behind her. Next she unbuttoned her jeans, pulling down the zip and hooking a thumb into the side, removing both pants and underwear in one stroke. Putting down her phone for half a second, she pulled off her hoodie and shirt in one go, no bra underneath. Dumping them loosely in the corner of the room as directed, she sat back down in her seat and picked her phone back up. Stark naked it was clear to see how scrawny she really was. Miss Assistant was flat as a plank all the way down, her nipples barely as raised as her ribs. Her body wasn't horribly underweight - she simply seemed like the kind of girl who had trouble putting meat on her bones.

"Now, Assistant ... "
She looked up. "I have a name, y'know."
"And it is .. ?"
The girl sighed, like Jasmine had asked her to solve a difficult mathematical equation. "It's, like, Macey, don't you know?"
"Macey, then. Macey, what if I told you ... CODE C-U-M?"
The effect was instant. Her phone slipped from her hand and landed harmlessly on the carpeted floor, her body tensing up. Macey's face screwed up in the most brilliant way, and an adorable whimper escaped her lips as waves of orgasm crashed over her. One hand instinctively went to her crotch, coming out a few seconds later already wet. Jasmine couldn't help but laugh. She had gone from pushing her way into a company to basically taking control of a person entirely. When her victim could make a face like that, perhaps it was for the best?

Macey recovered quickly from the verbal **** on her body, but Jasmine wasn't quite done. Stepping around her desk, she pulled the young woman's chair out and around so Macey was sitting in front of her. Even with the girl sitting down, Jasmine was barely taller than her. What did matter, however, was that her cock was as thick as one of the girl's arms. Now it was just the matter of wondering what to do with her ...