Jack Dingle, only male employee in a fashion magazine.

DISCLAIMER: This story is a complete work of fiction.

All characters are above the age of 18.

There are numerous immoral actions in the story. Under no circumstances should somebody try to replicate those in real life.

With that being said, I'm sure you're all responsible adults... So, let's begin.

For new readers: I'm in the process of creating AI art for the story. I'm trying to make it all the same quality, but there are several "older" versions that have not yet been replaced. Also, originally I placed real pictures in the story, so expect the AI art to stop suddenly at some point. It's probably going to be a really long undertaking, but eventually all art will be compatible.

Another day, another dollar.

It was time to get up. I didn't sleep so well these days anymore. So many deadlines coming up, and I had written perhaps the worst article of my professional writing career. And today I had to give it to my editor. Oh dear.

So when I grabbed my phone and saw three blinking messages from her, I knew the jig was up. The bitch was persistent.

"Jack, where's the article? We need it by tomorrow."

"Jack, please answer my message."

"Jack, this is serious. If I don't get the article by 10 o'clock today... Well, there are discussions..."

This annoying bitch was Gretchen Rivers.

She has been my editor for the last three years. And she damn well knew by now, that I always delivered my articles on time. Yet she felt she had to pressure me every time the deadline came up. Deep inside I wanted to answer her to mind her own business and stuff her thinly veiled threats, but seeing her sexy ass profile picture took my mind elsewhere. I saw her kneeling in front of me, profusely apologizing for her attitude and licking my toes. But back to reality.

"I'll get it to you right away, Gretchen. Sorry".

I felt sick inside having to write that last word, since I hadn't even done anything wrong. The deadline was today, and I was ready today. So I quickly got on my computer, and sent the worst article ever written to her email account. Yeah. That's not making anything better. I just wished I could still keep my job after today.

"Sent it".

I was ready to put my phone away, but something caught my eye. My phone had a new app. "The Submission Accelerator". I definitely hadn't downloaded anything like this. Was this an update or something?