Go Fuck Your Old Boss.

Author's note:

Thanks to those who've provided feedback and input on which decision they'd prefer. Right now I'm mainly gonna focus on getting the route that I find most satisfying to write done but all those other options are there to be opportunity's for expansion in the future. I'm not certain how many routes this story will end up having or how expanded all the side options will be but as of now I plan to at least get some of the side scenes done eventually even if they don't end up being full routes. With all this said this is a moderated story and all are welcome to make a more direct case for a scene by writing one and submitting it, if I think additional scenes fit in with the story in a way that works for me I'll approve them.

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You walk into your job after taking the drive there, feeling immense satisfaction that you're not here to work for once. Technically you’re scheduled to work in an hour but you have other ways to make money now, and other uses for certain people here.

Jane’s in her office as per usual. In days past you would always have to walk right by it to get to your locker and begin work. You grin a little knowing you’ll never have to deal with that again. As you enter her office unceremoniously, Jane looks up at you. She’s a tall redhead with a bob haircut and blue eyes complementing her soft face that wouldn’t look out of place in a fifties pinup and neither would those large well rounded breasts she has. Unfortunately Jane’s been a massive prude as long as you’ve known her, and a bitch for that matter. She’s always hiding those gorgeous tits underneath several layers of fabric with the pantsuits she always wears. You’ve always wished you could see her tits just once, even if she would've only shown a little cleavage that would have been enough for your sexually frustrated pre-mark self; but you’re not him any more, you can have whatever you want now, and you want Jane as your whore.

“You’re here early Damien.” You don’t say anything for a minute as you sit down across from her. She looks back at you quizzically. “Well it won’t make up for yesterday if that’s what you’re wondering. You just keep staring at her for a moment, enjoying how uncomfortable she looks staring back at you. “What? What is it? Do you have something to say to me?” You let the silence stand for just a moment longer. “Well if you don’t have anything then leave, I have work to-”

“There is something actually.” She looks at you almost a little frightened. Clearly your act has put her off. Good.

“What is it Damien?” You recline back in your chair somewhat, resting your arms behind your neck.

“Tell me about the last time you got fucked.” At that Jane’s face lit up in anger. She opens her mouth to fire you and get you out of the building but when she speaks…

“It was two years ago with a colleague at the last company summit I went to.” Her eyes widen at this. “What the fuck! What did you do?” You grin devilishly in response. Jane glares at you and picks up her phone, no doubt about to call security.

“Stop.” She holds the phone still mid dial.

“What are you doing to me?!” She looks flabbergasted for a second and then opens her mouth wide.

“SEC-”

“Stop.” She stops mid scream and looks at you with a mixture of rage and fear.

“Don’t try to call for help again or raise your voice, and that includes anything you could do on the computer, don’t try to get help in any way.” She looks furious at that, and even more frightened. As you think what to do next you notice a security guard walking toward the office. Damn, the bitch was quick enough to cause problems. Well no matter, this is easy enough to deal with. The guard opens the door and pokes his head in.

“Is something the matter?” Jane opens her mouth to speak but this time you’re ready for her.

“Quiet Jane.” She keeps trying to speak, opening her mouth and mouthing words, but nothing will come out now. You turn your attention to the guard. “You, come in and shut the door behind you.” The guard obeys. This is an unforeseen development, but one that could be fun in its own right. You turn to the guard. “What’s your name?”

“Charles Butler.” the man says, looking at you suspiciously. First and foremost you need him on your side to progress here. You could put him in a trance, but honestly you don’t think you need to, and besides you could stand to practice different methods of bending people to your will.

“Charles, I want you to tell me the last time you had sex.” He looks at you surprised but answers all the same.

“Eight months ago with my wife, before she left me.” Excellent, you’ve got plenty to work with here.

“I’m sorry to hear you’ve been without for so long Charles, but tell you what, you help me out here and I’ll fix that for you.” Charles raised an eyebrow at that, and took a long moment before responding.

“And would you happen to mean forcing a girl to do something like you’re forcing me to go along with all this right now?” Your grin broke for a moment. Charles was a lot smarter than he looked. Well in that case it paid to be careful.

“Charles I want you to let go of any ideals that get in the way of your desires. I want you to be hedonistic and not worry about who gets hurt as long as you get what you want, and I want you to be my friend and never do anything to harm me or get in my way.” Charles looks stunned after all that, he blinks and then clutches his head for a moment, grunting and wheezing suddenly, like he’s in pain; and then abruptly it stops, and he looks back up with a new fire in his eyes. Your lips curl into a wicked smile. Even with all you’ve done so far you thought it might be more difficult to change a man’s nature, but it looks like it’s shockingly easy after all.

“How do you feel, Charles?”

“Weird, like I suddenly realized what I was fighting for doesn’t matter.”

“And isn’t that a good feeling? Just knowing that you can take whatever you want without any moral constraints? With my help you can have anything in the world Charles.” This time Charles smiled.

“You know that doesn’t sound bad,” he looked around and his gaze turned to Jane. “I think I’d like to **** the boss lady there, on her desk.” You chuckle at that.

“I think that can be arranged, Charles. Before you do though I want to have some fun with her.” Charles nodded.

“Anything you say boss.” Now to deal with Jane. At this point you’re dangerously pent up. You need sex to cool off and Jane’s gonna give it to you. But how should she do it? You could just **** her into it, and let Charles have his way afterwards, or you could apply what you’ve learned from Charles to Jane and brainwash her into being an obedient little whore. What do you do?