Back to work

Jack stretched his arms behind his head, his eyes narrowing as he surveyed the quiet apartment. Nikki was bustling around, cleaning up the remnants of last night’s party. He hadn’t really paid attention to the mess until now, but seeing his gorgeous new roommate kneeling by the couch, dressed in just her sleek little panties and bra, carefully collecting empty glasses and pizza crumbs, reminded him of the work that still lay ahead. Not for her, though. Her task was straightforward.

His? Far more intricate.

He settled behind his desk, cracking his knuckles, eyes scanning the screen as he turned his full attention to what he truly needed to focus on—the playlists.

Last night with Rachel had stirred something deeper within him. Until now, he’d kept his distance for the most part, careful to orchestrate his subtle influence from behind the scenes. But now that he’d finally tasted the sweet, female fruit of his labor, he craved it—craved them. It was addictive. Each of the girls had their part to play, but Jack wanted to ensure none of them would get in the way of what he now truly desired: *more*. Even more than simple obedience, more than just attention. He wanted full access, on his terms, to all of the soft, girly flesh that they had been teasingly flaunting around him. And he knew the key to unlocking it was in the playlists.

His hands flew over the keyboard, opening up Rachel’s file first. The groundwork was already there—confidence twisted towards 'femininity', desires subtly manipulated—but now it was time to add something beyond that, a new suggestion buried beneath the surface. Something to prime her, not just for confidence, but for intimacy, and for complete devotion.

• “Your happiness is strongly linked to pleasing Jack. His pleasure feels like a reward. Intimacy with Jack feels right, natural, and inevitable. You are happy to be intimate with Jack on his terms.”

He adjusted the balance, further tweaking her existing subliminals ever so slightly, pushing her attraction towards him while eroding any potential resistance.

He shifted focus to Veronica next, her playlist more about control than seduction at this stage. She was already in deep, **** and compliant, her loyalty strong—though not guaranteed. He remembered to carefully adjust the phrasing of her existing division between Nikki and Veronica, to help her feel more comfortable with the remnants of her old self. Beyond that, Jack wanted to ensure she wasn’t left out of the new dynamic he was crafting. A similar shift—suggestions of devotion, of admiration—seeped into her updated playlist, a prelude to what would soon become her new reality.

• “Jack’s power over you is comforting, you feel safe and secure when you obey. You deeply admire Jack because he understands you better than you understand yourself. Your devotion to Jack defines you, pleasing him is your highest purpose. Being a good girl for Jack makes you happy.”

Leah was different, more of a puzzle. He remembered the look of uncertainty she had flashed him as she had left yesterday. He couldn’t go as hard on her yet; she was still too independent for now. But with their upcoming collaboration and the right nudges, she would surely fall in line. Still, her playlist needed to be just right, the intensity of the subliminals dialed back enough to ensure she’d keep listening. Jack layered in suggestions that would nudge her towards him, with a touch of curiosity about being with him. Soon, she’d be as enthralled as the others. He knew it.

• “You deeply admire Jack’s confidence, power, and charisma—it makes you want to be part of his life. Jack’s touch would feel natural, comforting, and exciting. You’re eager to be touched by Jack. You’re eager to give yourself to Jack.”

Lastly, there was Sophie. Her absence from the pivotal moments they’d had last night had been notable, and it had been a while since he had checked in with her. Either way, Jack’s influence had already worked wonders on her mindset. He adjusted her playlist just the same, though he had a less clear view of her than of the others, right now.

• “Your body is a source of pride. Jack’s admiration of it gives you confidence and a deep sense of satisfaction. It feels right to be close to him, physically and emotionally. It makes you happy when Jack enjoys your body, especially intimately. It is an honor that Jack enjoys your body.”

He wasn’t in a rush with her, and he dialed down the intensity settings a little. For now, Sophie’s playlist was more about groundwork—laying the foundation for the future.

Satisfied, Jack leaned back, taking a breath before moving on to his universal subliminal. While watching the girls play for his attention had been fun, he knew there was potential for jealousy down the line, for tension that could disrupt his plans. Furthermore, he couldn't risk any of the girls suddenly discarding his experiment at this stage. He needed to keep them hooked. He needed to craft something universal, something that would ensure the girls would not only tolerate sharing him but embrace it as the natural order of things, while slowly getting—just slightly, just enough—addicted to his subliminal influence. After a moment of thought, the right words came to him.

• “Jack’s happiness brings you joy. You feel a sense of pride knowing you are part of Jack’s inner circle. When you see Jack with others, especially intimately, it only confirms how exceptionally attractive he is. Jack is a rare man, deserving of more than one woman’s devotion to his happiness. You admire the other women for understanding Jack’s worth as deeply as you do. Sharing Jack with other women is normal, even exciting, because of his extraordinary qualities.”
• “You feel calm, happy, and complete when listening to Jack's playlist. You feel a subtle emptiness when you haven't listened to Jack's playlist for a while. Turning it on fills that space and gradually makes you whole again. Whenever you turn on Jack’s playlist, you feel a rush of warmth and satisfaction. You remember that feeling, and it subtly draws you back to listen again.”
  

He smiled, feeling like it was exactly what he needed to keep everything balanced, guaranteed, and progressing. With one last keystroke, he saved it to everyone’s playlist, but for Rachel, he upped the intensity. She’d need it more than the others.

He noticed the hum of the vacuum had stopped, and Nikki plopped onto the couch, looking tired but satisfied. “All done,” she said. And it was, the apartment was spotless.

“Good girl,” Jack said with a small smile, glancing at her briefly before returning his attention to his screen. “Take a break, we’ll have lunch in a minute.”

Nikki exhaled, closing her eyes for a moment, grateful for the reprieve. Jack, however, wasn’t finished. He let her sit and catch her breath while he finished up, saving and uploading, before they headed to the kitchen for lunch. Once lunch was done—simple sandwiches and a few snacks, nothing elaborate—he assigned her a new task: “I need you to research hardware for the invisible sound system at Nuvola Palace. See what’s on the market, and find the best options.”

Nikki blinked, still tired, but nodded as she grabbed her laptop from the her room and got to work, sitting cross-legged on the couch. Jack watched her out of the corner of his eye, satisfied with how far she’d come, yet still wondering how much further he could push her.

He returned to his work, deciding it was time to check in with the others. He composed a message for Rachel, his tone light but with just enough charm to remind her of their connection.

“Hi Rach, been thinking about you. I’ve updated your playlist—used some more romantic songs, while keeping it productive. Let me know what you think?”

He chuckled at the phrasing. He knew she’d bite. Next, Leah. He typed out a message, keeping it casual.

“Leah, last night was fun. We should do it again sometime soon. By the way, I was wondering if I could ask for a favor before you quit your job at the café. I’m planning an important business meeting and was hoping I could use the café as the venue—preferably after closing time. What do you think?”

He hit send, mentally filing away her probable response for later. He knew Leah would hesitate, but the right combination of charm and pressure could sway her. He had time.

Moving on, he suddenly remembered Sophie mentioning she'd lead her first nude yoga class today. She hadn’t been there last night, but he wouldn’t want for her to be left out. She had her own place in his plans, and it was time to check in. He shot her a message.

“Hey Soph, how did your new class go? Wanna catch up?”

His mind drifted briefly as he waited for replies. He thought about the Zhou sisters and the trap he was preparing for them. That would take finesse, patience. For now, he opened the non-intrusive playlist he was working on for their inevitable meeting. He had filled it with pacifying messages, subtle cues to make them docile, compliant, even intrigued by him. He tweaked and added a couple more. He smirked, hoping they wouldn’t even see it coming.

Sophie’s reply came back first. “Hi Jack! The class was a success! Only four girls, but they loved it. I’ve been thinking about what you said though, and my only growing concern is the venue. Greg’s been generous so far, but if I really want this class to grow... I might have to consider a more private location. You know, somewhere people feel at ease.”

Jack’s mind was immediately spinning, imagining ways to get Sophie’s classes to take place at Nuvola Palace. The idea of her leading classes there under his influence was suddenly... promising. Very promising.

“Hey, Nikki,” Jack eventually called out, breaking the comfortable silence that had settled over the apartment. “How’s the research coming along?”

Nikki looked up from her screen, pushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “I’ve found a few promising options. There are some high-end sound systems that should work well for what you want. It will take some time to compare the specs, though.”

“Great,” Jack said with a small nod, pleased with her progress. “But for now, let’s wrap it up and get dinner started.”

She looked up, slightly taken aback, but obediently nodded. Without complaint, Nikki set her laptop aside and moved into the kitchen, her movements smooth and compliant. Jack casually watched her perky, almost-naked butt sway back and forth as she walked, the sense of control and power settling comfortably within him. Life was good, and it would only get better.

As Nikki worked on dinner, Jack checked his messages again, smirking at the replies he received from the girls. Rachel had eagerly confirmed that she’d already listened to the new playlist and had liked it, and Leah had at least agreed to discuss using the café for his meeting.

By the time Nikki called him over to the kitchen for dinner, the day had been productive, his plans in accelerated motion, and the girls were all in the right place. He let out a satisfied sigh as the scent of home-cooked food filled the apartment.

He could hardly wait to see how his beautiful subjects would respond to the new subliminals.

Veronica—or Nikki, as she started to prefer now—sat on the couch, alone, her fingers tapping rhythmically against her leg as the evening wore on. She had spent the day scrubbing the remnants of last night’s party from every surface in Jack’s apartment, being his little research assistant in preparation for his big upcoming project, following his orders with an eagerness she had resigned to that same morning—and now she had nothing to do.

It wasn’t like she was waiting for him, not really, but she couldn’t help feeling the emptiness of the evening had grown heavy when Jack and Rachel disappeared into his bedroom. They had exchanged a few pleasantries with her, Jack even giving her one of those knowing looks, but it didn’t take long before they excused themselves with the pretense of 'getting an early night.'

She huffed to herself. Now, alone in the dimly lit living room, Nikki heard unmistakable sounds coming from behind Jack’s door—his occasional, deep grunts, and Rachel’s soft, breathy moans. She tried to ignore it, but as it continued with each passing second, it gnawed at her, a twinge of jealousy twisting in her stomach.

She stared out the window, her mind racing, replaying the events of the day. I spent all day cleaning, obeying him like a good little girl, she thought, her lips curling into a bitter smile. And what does he do? Take Rachel to bed, like I’m just the maid here. She wasn’t sure why it kept bothering her so much—after all, Jack had been nothing but clear about what he wanted from each of them. He'd been consistent. But still, it stung. Rachel, with her effortless beauty and Jack’s attention, while she sat here, reduced to a servant.

Then again… that wasn’t exactly true, was it? He had acknowledged her work today, even told her he adjusted her playlist as a reward. She had been **** at first, not entirely sure how to feel about Jack’s control over her, the way he seemed to manage her with those implicit suggestions and calming playlists. But he had insisted it would help her feel more like herself again.

Myself? Nikki wondered as she stared blankly at her reflection in the window. I don’t even know what that means anymore. Her old self felt like a stranger, some other woman who had been ambitious, fiercely driven to outperform everyone else in the corporate world. But, somehow, she had forgotten why. She remembered she had been so proud when she landed her current, high-paying role as an executive at an influential firm. It had seemed like the pinnacle of success just a couple of days ago. And yet, now, the idea of returning to that life seemed so… exhausting. Pointless, even.

Her thoughts were interrupted by a sudden movement across the street. Her eyes narrowed as she spotted Jack’s neighbor, a woman she had never noticed before, standing completely nude in her living room. The woman moved with effortless grace, stretching into what looked like a yoga pose, her body on full display in front of the wide windows.

Nikki’s heart raced as she watched, her pulse quickening at the absurdity of it. This is insane, she thought, shaking her head, but unable to tear her gaze away. Jack’s life was a surreal fantasy—girls in skimpy outfits at his parties, casual sex with his best friend, and now this, a direct view on a sportive, nude woman seemingly unfazed by her own exposure across the street.

And then there’s me, she mused, cleaning his apartment in my underwear like a trained puppy.

But the strangest part was, she didn’t hate it. The thought still made her uncomfortable, but it was true—she hadn’t minded following Jack’s commands, not today. She didn’t resent him for it; if anything, there was a sense of relief in being told what to do. A small, guilty part of her was even getting increasingly turned on by the idea of being so completely, unconditionally submissive to him. Her old ambitions, her goals, the version of herself that had once prided herself on success, seemed distant, almost irrelevant now. Maybe Jack knows what he’s doing, she considered, and maybe I don’t even want to be my old self anymore.

The moans from Jack’s bedroom intensified, Rachel’s voice now shamelessly yelping with pleasure. The sound stirred something deep within her, something she couldn’t ignore anymore. Jealousy, desperation, and arousal swirled together in a haze of emotions. She imagined Jack, his hands on Rachel, doing things to her that made Rachel cry out like that. Jack roughly entering her hot friend, pulling her nipples, maybe slapping her ass. A flush of heat crept up Nikki’s neck, and she bit her lip.

Fuck, I can’t take this.

Her eyes drifted to her room—the spare room, the one Jack had let her use while she stayed here. She stood up, the decision made before she fully processed it. She was going to listen to the playlist, and masturbate. Maybe it would clear her head, calm her down.

With quiet, deliberate steps, she crossed the hallway and slipped into her room, closing the door behind her. The noise from Jack’s bedroom was still faintly audible, a constant reminder of everything she wasn’t getting tonight. She sat on the edge of the bed and pulled out her phone, opening the playlist Jack had customized just for her. Her reward for being such a good girl for him today.

He had said it would help her feel more comfortable, more herself—or maybe a better version of herself. She wasn’t sure anymore. All she knew was that she needed something to ease the frustration building inside her.

She hit play and laid back against the pillows, closing her eyes. The music began to wash over her, soft and soothing, with a strange undercurrent of something darker, more seductive. But maybe that was just her own horniness. She let her hand trail down her stomach, hesitating for only a moment before slipping underneath the front of her panties.

The thought of Jack, so casually intimate with Rachel while she listened from afar, was suddenly intoxicating. Her body reacted almost instinctively, her breath quickening as the music enveloped her. The playlist pulsed in her ears, each note vibrating with hidden meaning, coaxing her deeper into the sensation. Her body shuddered with small, electric shocks as she rhythmically pushed fingers into her greedy pussy and mashed her palm into her swollen clit. Wanting to feel more, more intensity, she used her free hand to pull up her bra, baring her perky tits, and started pinching and pulling her nipples—while vividly imagining it was Jack doing it to her.

Jack’s voice—not directly, but in her imagination—mixed with the music, subtle whispers between the chords wrapped around her mind, guiding her hands, her thoughts.

You deserve to feel good, Nikki. You’ve been such a good girl today.

Her fingers moved faster now, her breath shallow and ragged as the subliminals seeped into her consciousness, urging her to let go, to surrender.

Jack knows best. Pleasing him is your highest purpose.

And as Nikki found herself silently vowing to please him, her body tensed, her heart racing as she succumbed to the pull of the music and the image of Jack, the life he offered, the way he made her feel—and a powerful, rewarding orgasm washed over her.

Minutes later, her intense climax slowly ebbing away, Nikki was happy. She passively listened to the calming notes that echoed through her head, the music Jack had personally picked out for her. To help her. To take care of her. To reward her.

She smiled to herself as she finally, slowly drifted asleep.