Beginnings

Picking up his phone, Brad began dialing. He wasn't entirely sure what was in that kiss, but it had sealed the deal to some extent.

Waiting for the ring, the voice on the other end connected. What followed was a conversation on the logistics of a vacation for him and his secretary.

While Brad considered himself a workaholic, he wasn't quite sure about Bambi. As it would turn out, she had heaps of overtime. Kind of a surprise, considering the rumors of her less than wonderful work habits. Whatever that means in this situation.

"Gotcha."

Brad let his attention return to Bambi for the moment. She was currently chowing down on a banana. Of course, she was doing it in an erotic sort of way. Not that the CEO was really sure where the yellow fruit had come from exactly. Or where Bambi had found herself a nightgown.

Right now, that was the least of his worries.

"Okay. I'm ready to become Barbie, dear." he explained, watching the bimbo secretary perk up. Gobbling down her snack, focus shifting back to Brad.

"Like, wonderful!" Bambi announced and circled her willing subject a couple times. After, she walked to the far side of the bedroom and grabbed a bright pink purse.

Bringing it over, an orange bottle with pink pills came out. Somehow managing to twist the lid off, pink acrylic nails dig a pill out. "Like, open wide~"

Brad complied, watching the pill get put in. Swallowing it, he didn't feel any different. Yet, at least.

"What's the next step then?" Brad inquired, getting pulled out of the bedroom and into the main part of the apartment. There, Brad’s computer had been commandeered and showing what looked to be a video of all things.

"Sit down, Barbie." Bambi explained and her subject complied. Though, Brad did let out a gulp. Just in case of what's to come in that moment.

Clicking the mouse, the video began to play.