Go For the Boss.

You left just as you heard the weather girl let out a stifled moan. You smiled, knowing that she was already showing signs of the infection, that was perfect. She had always enjoyed her coffee a bit too much. It was strange having the memories of a different person in her head, but the benefits of it were too great. Your pussy quivered at the thought of her putting on her naked body for the whole city to see, but you needed to get the boss out of the way if you didn't want the show taken off the air.

You reached a door with the name Sonia Marcus on it and paused to listen at it. You could hear a voice inside speaking on a phone.

"This whole demon thing is the story of the century," the woman said. "We're on the front line of a real life invasion from Hell, and you don't want the footage?"

She paused a moment before speaking again. "F.C.C. Regulations be damned, we have censors for that. And I don't give a crap about what the Christians will say. This isn't a goddamn publicity stunt, we lost one of our best reporters to those demon fuckers."

She paused again. "I'm not saying I want to put bare... hello? Hello? Fuck, morons."

You smiled a bit and then knocked on the door. "Come in," the woman said.

You opened the door and smiled. "Ms. Marcus?"

"Rhonda?" Sonia Marcus asked with a surprised look on her face. "You were..."