Julia + Pinkman = 'Easy Promotion'

In the bustling open-plan office of the agency, the sounds of keyboards clacking and phones ringing created a constant backdrop of activity. The bright fluorescent lights flickered overhead, and the scent of strong coffee wafted from the break room. Julia Monroe sat at her desk, eyes glued to her screen, her freshly dyed cherry-red hair bouncing slightly as she furrowed her brow in concentration. She had her headphones around her neck but wasn’t listening to music — not yet, at least.

As Pinkman approaches, Julia felt a sense of annoyance wash over her. 'Here we go again,' she thought, bracing herself for yet another interruption from her coding session.

"If you're here to chat, I don't have time for it." Julia said curtly, not bothering to look up. "Unless it's actually important, I’ve got things to do."

Pinkman turns into smoke and takes possession of Julia.

Suddenly, without warning, a strange sensation washed over Julia. It was as if a warm, tingling mist had enveloped her entire body, seeping into every pore and crevice. For a moment, she froze, her fingers hovering above the keyboard, unsure of what was happening.

"W-what the hell?" she stammered, her voice sounding distant and echoey in her own ears.

A wave of dizziness hit her, and she gripped the edge of her desk for support. But even as the world seemed to spin around her, Julia's mind remained sharp and focused, analyzing the situation with cold logic.

She tried to stand up, to alert someone, anyone, but found her limbs wouldn't obey. Panic began to rise in her chest, but she pushed it down ruthlessly.

The smoke within her erases her memories of the encounter, making her feel like everything is normal.

As quickly as it had come, the strange sensation faded away, leaving Julia feeling oddly disoriented. She blinked rapidly, shaking her head as if to clear it. The world snapped back into focus, and she found herself once again sitting at her desk, her hands poised over the keyboard.

"What...? Did I just zone out or something?" Julia muttered to herself, frowning. She couldn't shake the feeling that something had just happened, but try as she might, she couldn't recall what it was. It was like a dream slipping away the moment one woke up, leaving only a vague, unsettling impression behind.

Shaking her head, Julia turned her attention back to her code, determined to push the odd experience out of her mind.

The smoke scans her brain for her most inner values and desires.

As Pinkman delved deep into Julia's subconscious, sifting through the complex web of her thoughts and desires, he discovered a surprising depth of ambition and competitiveness beneath her cool exterior. Buried deep within her psyche was a fierce determination to succeed at all costs, to prove herself superior to everyone else - especially her male colleagues who often underestimated her abilities.

He also uncovered a secret longing for physical intimacy with a strong, masculine partner who could match her intensity both in bed and out. Though she'd never admit it openly, Julia craved the thrill of being dominated and conquered by a ripped hunk who could truly satisfy her.

The smoke determines her intelligence and personality.

Pinkman's exploration of Julia's mind revealed an intellect that was truly exceptional. Her problem-solving skills were top-notch, her ability to grasp complex concepts quickly and efficiently unparalleled among her peers. Julia's approach to challenges was methodical and analytical, breaking them down into smaller components until she found the perfect solution.

Her personality traits were equally impressive - a steely resolve combined with a razor-sharp wit that made her a formidable opponent in any debate. Julia's confidence bordered on arrogance at times, but it was backed up by genuine competence and a refusal to settle for anything less than excellence.

At the same time, Pinkman sensed a vulnerability beneath her tough exterior - a fear of failure and a **** need to prove herself worthy of respect and admiration. This drove her to push herself harder than anyone else, to constantly seek new challenges and ways to improve.

The smoke subsides for now and watches as the day unfolds.

With Pinkman's influence temporarily receding, Julia settled back into her usual routine. She spent the rest of the morning engrossed in her work, her fingers flying across the keyboard as she coded with single-minded focus. Every now and then, she paused to take a sip of her coffee or stretch her arms above her head, but her gaze never strayed far from the screen.

Around lunchtime, Julia's stomach growled loudly, reminding her that she hadn't eaten since breakfast. Reluctantly tearing herself away from her project, she stood up and grabbed her purse, heading towards the break room.

On the way, she passed by her boss's office and saw him sitting inside, looking stressed and harried as he pored over some documents.

Julia's footsteps echoed in the empty hallway as she walked briskly towards the break room. Her mind was still partially engaged with the coding problem she had been working on, her brows furrowed in concentration even as her stomach rumbled insistently.

As she entered the break room, Julia was surprised to see it occupied by none other than her boss, Steve. He looked up from his phone as she came in, a tired smile spreading across his face.

"Hey there, Julia," he greeted her, his voice slightly hoarse. "Still at it, huh? I swear, you must live off of caffeine and sheer **** of will."

Julia shrugged nonchalantly, grabbing a bottle of water from the fridge. "Someone's gotta keep this place running smoothly," she quipped, cracking open the cap and taking a long swig.

Julia glanced at her boss, noting the dark circles under his eyes and the tension in his shoulders. Despite her usual distaste for small talk, she felt a twinge of concern. Steve had been putting in long hours lately, ever since their biggest client threatened to pull their account due to some issues with their website's performance.

"How are things going with the Anderson account?" she asked, leaning against the counter. "I heard they were threatening to jump ship."

Steve sighed heavily, running a hand through his hair. "It's not great, to be honest. We've got a team working round the clock to fix the bugs, but it's proving to be a bigger headache than we anticipated. And of course, the client is breathing down our necks for updates every hour on the hour."

The smoke stirs within, compelling Julia to massage Steve's shoulders.

Without really thinking about it, Julia found herself moving closer to her boss. Her hands reached out almost of their own accord, coming to rest on his tense shoulders. She began to knead the muscles gently, her thumbs digging into the knots of stress.

"You're wound tighter than a drum," she commented, her voice matter-of-fact despite the intimate nature of her actions. "No wonder you're burning out. You need to learn to relax sometime, Steve."

As she massaged, Julia felt a strange tingle run down her spine, as if an electric current was flowing between her and Steve. She shook her head slightly, trying to clear the odd sensation. What was she doing, getting so close to her boss like this?

Steve let out a low groan as Julia's fingers worked the kinks out of his shoulders. His eyes fluttered closed, and for a moment, he looked positively blissful. Then reality seemed to snap back into focus, and he stiffened slightly, pulling away from Julia's touch.

"Ah, thanks, Julia," he said awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck. "That feels better already. But uh, maybe we should get back to work, yeah?"

There was a slight flush creeping up Steve's cheeks, and he avoided meeting Julia's eyes directly. Clearly, he was flustered by the unexpected closeness between them.

The smoke stirs within, compelling Julia to arch her back and speak up, to offer another massage after hours in his office.

Julia found herself speaking before she could second-guess herself. The words tumbled out of her mouth, bold and assertive, as if propelled by an unseen ****.

"You know, if you want, I could give you a proper massage after work tonight," she blurted out, her voice steady even as her heart raced. "Just to help you unwind. My treat."

Julia watched Steve's reaction carefully, half-expecting him to laugh or recoil in horror at her impulsive suggestion. Instead, he seemed to consider it seriously, weighing the pros and cons.

"I...uh..." he stammered, clearly thrown off balance by her offer. "Are you sure that's appropriate, Julia? I mean, it's kind of unorthodox..."

The smoke stirs within, compelling Julia to smile and assure him he won't regret it.

A slow, enigmatic smile spread across Julia's lips, transforming her usually stern expression into something softer, warmer. She leaned in closer to Steve, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper.

"Don't worry, it'll be our little secret," she murmured, her breath tickling his ear. "Trust me, you won't regret it. In fact, I guarantee you'll leave feeling like a whole new man."

Steve hesitated for a moment longer, clearly torn between his professional instincts and the allure of Julia's offer. Finally, he nodded slowly, a tentative grin spreading across his face.

"Alright, you've convinced me," he said, holding up his hands in mock surrender. "But only because you promised it would be therapeutic. No funny business, okay?"

As the workday drew to a close, Julia found herself growing increasingly anxious about her upcoming rendezvous with Steve. Part of her wanted to call the whole thing off, to pretend it had never happened and go home to her usual evening routine of coding and indoor climbing. But another part of her, the part that had spoken those impulsive words earlier, refused to back down.

When six o'clock rolled around, Julia packed up her things and headed straight for Steve's office, her heart pounding in her chest. She knocked twice before entering, finding him seated at his desk, looking both nervous and excited.

"So, um, ready for that massage?" she asked, trying to sound casual even as her palms grew sweaty. "Or did you change your mind?"

Steve stood up from his chair, smoothing down his rumpled shirt. He looked at Julia uncertainly, as if second-guessing his decision to accept her offer.

"No, I didn't change my mind," he replied, his voice wavering slightly. "I'm just...not used to this sort of thing, you know? It feels a bit strange, having my employee giving me a massage."

Julia crossed her arms defensively, her brow furrowing. "Look, if you're uncomfortable with it, we can forget the whole thing," she snapped, her patience wearing thin. "I was just trying to be nice, but apparently that's too much to ask around here."

She turned to leave, but Steve reached out and placed a gentle hand on her arm, stopping her in her tracks.

Steve's touch sent a jolt of electricity through Julia's body, making her pause mid-step. She looked back at him questioningly, her defenses still firmly in place.

The smoke stirs within, increasing Julia's arousal tremendously. The smoke also makes Steve appear as muscular and fit as her dream guy.

"I'm sorry, that came out wrong," Steve apologized hastily, his grip tightening slightly on her arm. "I appreciate the gesture, really. It's just...unusual, that's all."

As Julia turned back to face Steve, she suddenly found herself seeing him in a different light. The lines of his body seemed to shift and sharpen, his clothes molding to reveal a physique that was far more toned and muscular than she remembered. Her breath caught in her throat as she drank in the sight of him, her pulse quickening with each passing second.

Clearing her throat, Julia gestured towards the couch in the corner of Steve's office. "Well, shall we get started then?" she asked, her voice huskier than intended.

Steve nodded, swallowing hard as he moved to sit on the couch. He watched intently as Julia knelt behind him, her hands resting lightly on his shoulders. She could feel the heat radiating off his skin, the firmness of his muscles beneath her fingertips.

Taking a deep breath, Julia began to massage Steve's neck and shoulders, her thumbs pressing deeply into the knots of tension. As she worked, she couldn't help but notice the way his body responded to her touch, the subtle shivers that ran through him whenever she hit a particularly sensitive spot.

Julia's own arousal continued to build, fueled by the proximity of Steve's body and the erotic power dynamic at play. She knew it was wrong, inappropriate even, but she couldn't seem to stop herself from wanting more.

The smoke stirs within, reducing her inhibitions and compelling her to kiss his neck.

Without conscious thought, Julia's lips brushed against the side of Steve's neck, trailing feather-light kisses along his jawline. She could taste the salt of his skin, feel the rapid beat of his pulse beneath her tongue.

Steve let out a choked gasp, his head falling back onto Julia's shoulder as she continued her sensual ****. His hands clenched into fists, gripping the edges of the couch cushion tightly.

"J-Julia..." he breathed, his voice thick with desire. "We shouldn't..."

But even as he spoke, his body betrayed him, arching into her touch like a cat seeking affection.

Julia ignored Steve's weak protests, too lost in her own lust to care about propriety or consequences. Her hands slid down his chest, pushing aside his shirt to expose more of his muscular torso. She traced the contours of his abs with her fingertips, marveling at the hardness beneath her touch.

Leaning in closer, Julia nipped at Steve's earlobe, her teeth grazing the sensitive flesh. She could feel his breath hitching, his body trembling with barely restrained need.

"Shh, just relax," she murmured, her lips brushing against his skin. "Let me take care of you..."

With that, she began to unbutton his shirt, revealing inch after inch of bronzed, sculpted muscle. Her eyes widened in appreciation, drinking in the sight of him like a woman starved.

As Julia undressed Steve further, she marveled at the sight of his chiseled physique, his muscles rippling beneath his skin.She traced the lines of his marble abs with reverent fingers, committing every detail to memory. In reality, Steve hasn't been to the gym in a decade, but due to the smoke's influence, his round belly was impossible for Julia to perceive.

Steve squirmed under her touch, his breath coming in short pants. His hands hovered uncertainly, as if debating whether to reach out and touch her in return.

"Julia..." he whispered, his voice strained with emotion. "What's gotten into you? This isn't like you at all..."

But even as he spoke, his hips bucked involuntarily, seeking friction against her thigh. The bulge in his pants was unmistakable, evidence of his growing arousal.

The smoke stirs within, compelling Julia to act like a complete slut and make a show of undressing herself.

Smirking wickedly, Julia rose to her feet and began to strip off her own clothes with deliberate slowness. She peeled off her tight red tank top, revealing the lacy black bra underneath. Her full breasts strained against the confines of the garment, the dusky peaks of her nipples clearly visible.

Next went her jeans, which she shimmied down her legs in a tantalizing dance. She kicked them aside, standing before Steve in nothing but her matching black panties, the fabric damp with her arousal.

"Like what you see?" she purred, striking a provocative pose. Her hands roamed over her curves, caressing her breasts and dipping teasingly below the waistband of her underwear.

Steve watched Julia's striptease with rapt attention, his eyes devouring every inch of exposed skin. He licked his lips unconsciously, imagining the taste of her flesh on his tongue.

As Julia approached him once more, Steve reached out tentatively, his fingers brushing against her hipbone. She shivered at his touch, pressing herself closer to him.

"God, Julia..." he groaned, his voice rough with desire. "I've never seen you like this before. So confident, so sexy..."

His hands slid higher, cupping the generous swell of her breasts through her bra. Julia arched into his touch, a moan escaping her lips.

The smoke compels her to talk like a slut

"Mmm, that's it baby, touch me just like that," Julia purred, grinding her hips against Steve's lap. She reached behind her back to unclasp her bra, letting it fall to the floor and freeing her ample breasts.

Steve's eyes widened at the sight, his hands immediately moving to caress the soft mounds. He squeezed and kneaded them roughly, tweaking her nipples between his fingers until they pebbled under his touch.

"Oh fuck yes, play with my tits!" Julia cried out, throwing her head back in ecstasy. She captured Steve's mouth in a searing kiss, her tongue plunging past his lips to claim him thoroughly.

As the kiss intensified, Julia's hands roamed greedily over Steve's body, exploring every dip and curve of his muscles. She broke away with a gasp, panting harshly as she gazed down at him with lust-clouded eyes.

"I need you naked," she demanded, her voice dripping with raw hunger. "Strip for me, right now. I wanna see all of you."

Steve complied eagerly, shedding his remaining clothing with clumsy haste. His erection sprang free, jutting proudly from a nest of dark curls. Julia licked her lips at the sight, her core clenching with anticipation.

Unable to resist any longer, Julia dropped to her knees before Steve, her hands wrapping around his thick shaft. She stroked him slowly, marveling at the velvety texture of his skin stretched taut over rigid flesh.

"Mmmm, you're so fucking big," she moaned appreciatively, her tongue darting out to lap at the bead of moisture gathering at his tip. "I bet this monster cock would split me in two."

Without further preamble, Julia engulfed Steve's length in the wet heat of her mouth, sucking him deep into her throat. She bobbed her head rhythmically, slurping obscenely as she pleasured him with single-minded devotion.

Steve tangled his fingers in Julia's hair, guiding her movements as she serviced him with expert skill. His hips rocked forward, driving himself deeper into the welcoming cavern of her mouth.

"Fuck, Julia, your mouth feels incredible," he grunted, his eyes rolling back in pleasure. "Don't stop, please don't stop..."

Encouraged by his enthusiasm, Julia doubled her efforts, hollowing her cheeks and sucking harder. She fondled his heavy balls with one hand while the other pumped his base in tandem with her mouth.

Within minutes, Steve was teetering on the brink of orgasm, his body tensing as he fought for control.

Sensing Steve's impending climax, Julia pulled back abruptly, releasing his throbbing member from her mouth with a lewd pop. She grinned up at him wickedly, her lips swollen and glistening with saliva.

"Not yet, stud," she teased, patting his cheek condescendingly. "We're nowhere near finished. I haven't even had my fun yet."

Rising to her feet, Julia turned and bent over the arm of the couch, presenting her dripping pussy to him like an offering. She looked back over her shoulder with a smoldering gaze, crooking her finger invitingly.

"Well? Are you gonna fuck me or what?"

Steve needed no further encouragement. He surged forward, grabbing Julia's hips in a bruising grip as he positioned himself at her entrance. With one powerful thrust, he buried himself to the hilt inside her, stretching her walls deliciously.

"Oh god, you're so tight!" he groaned, his eyes nearly crossing at the exquisite sensation. He withdrew slowly, only to slam back in, setting a brutal pace that had Julia crying out in ecstasy.

Lost in a haze of lust, Julia met each of Steve's thrusts with equal fervor, her body rocking wildly against his. The obscene slap of flesh filled the room, punctuated by their ragged moans and grunts of pleasure.

"Yes, yes, YES! Fuck me harder!" Julia demanded, her nails raking down Steve's back. "Make me scream!"

As their coupling grew more frenzied, Julia felt a familiar pressure building deep within her core. Her walls began to flutter around Steve's pistoning cock, signaling her impending release.

"I'm gonna cum!" she warned breathlessly, her voice rising in pitch. "Don't stop, oh god, don't you dare fucking stop!"

With a final, savage thrust, Steve buried himself as deep as possible and held himself there. Julia convulsed violently around him, her pussy clamping down like a vice as she came undone. Wave after wave of intense pleasure crashed over her, leaving her boneless and wrung out.

Steve followed soon after, his cock pulsing as he emptied himself inside her spasming channel. He collapsed against her back, both of them gasping for air as they struggled to regain their bearings.

After several long moments, Steve slipped out of Julia with a slick noise. They separated reluctantly, turning to face each other with dazed expressions. Julia's hair was mussed, her makeup smeared, and her skin glistened with sweat. Steve looked similarly debauched, his shirt hanging open and his tie askew.

They stared at each other in silence, processing the enormity of what had just transpired. Julia's mind reeled with confusion and shame, wondering what had possessed her to act so recklessly. Hadn't she sworn off workplace dalliances years ago, vowing to keep her personal and professional lives separate?

And yet, as she looked at Steve's handsome face, his body still flushed with post-coital bliss, she couldn't bring herself to regret it entirely.

The smoke stirs within, erasing all regret. It puts a vision in her mind, a clear way to get the promotion she wanted.

As Julia lay there basking in the afterglow, a sudden clarity descended upon her. All the pieces fell into place, a roadmap to success laid out before her like a shining beacon.

She realized that sleeping with Steve wasn't just a meaningless fling - it was an opportunity. An opportunity to finally get ahead in her career, to secure the promotion she deserved. And if a little strategic manipulation was necessary to achieve her goals, well, that was just smart business.

Smiling to herself, Julia reached out and trailed a finger down Steve's chest, tracing the lines of his abs. "So, about that raise and title bump..." she purred, her tone playful yet purposeful. "I think I've earned it, don't you?"

Steve chuckled softly, his eyes twinkling with amusement and lingering desire. He caught Julia's wandering finger and brought it to his lips, placing a tender kiss on her knuckle.

"Now, why would I say no to such a persuasive argument?" he teased, winking at her saucily. "Consider yourself promoted, Miss Monroe. To Senior Developer, effective immediately."

Julia beamed at him, a sense of triumph swelling in her chest. She had done it - played her cards right and secured her future. And best of all, she had managed to scratch that pesky itch while she was at it.

Rolling off the couch, Julia began to gather her scattered clothes, humming happily to herself. As she dressed, she cast a glance over her shoulder at Steve, a coy smile playing about her lips.

"Thanks for the...promotion," Julia drawled, emphasizing the last word suggestively. "I look forward to working more closely with you in the future. In every sense of the phrase."

With a wink and a saucy salute, she gathered up her belongings and sauntered out of the office, leaving a shell-shocked Steve in her wake. As she stepped out into the empty hallway, Julia allowed herself a moment of smug satisfaction.

She had gotten exactly what she wanted, and then some. Not bad for a night's work.

THE END