OFFICE CHANGE: DREAMS FOR MORE GOTHS CHAPTER 1 Part 1

Billy was the newest trainee solicitor at Agatha & Associates Law Firm. He just graduated from his law school a week ago. The graduation speeches were still fresh in his mind. He was one of the lucky few graduates who secured a real-life job as soon as he was out of school. Granted, he was only a trainee solicitor, and additionally, he was on a three-month probation period; he was no different than an intern during these months, but at least, if he successfully passed the probation smoothly, he would be officially a part of one of the biggest and most reputable law firms in his city, Agatha & Associate Law Firm, or A&A Law Firm for short. A man like him being able to join the firm was an achievement in itself. It was already a public secret among the job seekers that A&A preferred to hire women. The ratio between women and men in the firms was 7:3. The founder of the firm, Agatha, was a well-known feminist figure, not the man-hating kind, but she clearly had a bias for women. The law firm’s HR department shared her sentiment; hence women had a bigger chance to be hired by them.

Billy was determined to make a good impression on his first day at work, but he almost failed to do that in his first minute as he was barely able to arrive at his workplace on time. He was almost late not because he was lazy, he was almost late because he took a derail to help an **** old man who fainted on the side of the road Billy passed on the way to the firm. It took a while to send him to the nearest hospital. When they arrived at the hospital, the old man regained his consciousness. The old man thanked Billy and gave him a bronze coin as a token of gratitude. The man said the coin would bring him good luck and make his wildest fantasy come true. Billy thought nothing of what the old man said, if it really brought luck as the man said, the old man would not be so poor and fainted on the sideroad. After pocketing the coin, he rushed as fast as he could to his workplace.

“Are you Billy Hudson?” Asked the law firm’s legal receptionist, a blonde-haired woman named Kelly Smith.

“Yes,” Billy nodded his head and answered.

“Ms. Brianne told me to tell you to go to meeting room number 3 first for our firm orientation, do you need me to lead you there?” Kelly said

“Yes, thank you.”

Billy was led to meeting room number 3 by Kelly. In there, two women had already waited; one was a young woman of a similar age to Billy, and one was a middle-aged woman. Billy was familiar with the young woman, Christine Mulholland. Christine was one of his classmates back in law school. It would be a lie if Billy said he had never had a crush on her. Christine was a beauty; she had pretty huge boobs too. Back in school, she preferred to hide her curve in baggy clothing, but even her baggy clothes were unable to hide the sheer size of her boobs. If someone didn’t know how prudish and god-fearing Christine was, people would think of her as a slut with fake tits, but no, her enormous F-cup tits were all natural. God blessed her.

Today, Billy just knew the full extent of how curvy Christine was as she wore less baggy and more flaunting clothes. Christine was wearing a sharp grey pantsuit. Her long hair was neatly tied in a tight bun. Her lips were adorned with bright red lipstick, while the rest of her face was covered in lighter pastel-colored makeup. Despite her efforts to maintain a professional appearance, Christine might not have been aware of how sexy she now looked.

Billy’s eyes didn’t linger on Christine, and he shifted his attention to the middle-aged woman. She should be Brianne, whom Kelly the receptionist mentioned.

Brianne was a brunette-haired woman. Her hair was styled in shoulder-length bob hair. From how she looked, Billy guessed Brianne was in her mid-30s. She dressed in a standard blouse, suit, and skirt. Compared to Christine and Kelly, Brianne’s appearance was a bit lacking. That didn’t mean she wasn’t good-looking where being good-looking was one of the requirements to get a job at the law firm, she was just not a head turner like Christine. She was a solid 7, while Kelly was 8, and Christine was 9 on the appearance scale out of 10. Brianne’s body figure was also nothing special compared to the other two ladies in the room. Kelly’s chest size was around 36D cups, while Brianne’s was on the smaller side of 32C.

“Thank you for bringing Mr. Hudson here, Kelly. You can go back now,” Brianne said.

“Good luck.” Nobody in the room knew who Kelly said that good luck for—was it for Brianne, for the two trainees, or for all of them?

Kelly had left the room, but a moment later, another woman entered the room. The woman’s appearance was something both Billy and Christine didn’t expect.

The newcomer had pale skin. Her hair was dark with blue ombre on its tips. Her makeup was predominantly black. She was wearing a black latex blazer dress and latex thigh-high boots. A black choker adorned her neck. Her choice of dressing was trying to challenge the limit of what was permitted in the workplace without breaking it.

“So, these two are the kids who will replace me?” said the newcomer.

“Why are you here, Cassandra? Haven’t you gotten fired?” Brianne asked with scorn.

“Why can't I be here? My aunt owns this law firm. Worry not, I will not come back to work here; I just have unfinished business with my aunt. And then I remember that I have something to pick in this room. It’s just a coincidence that you are here with the new hire? I never expect to see something interesting though,” the pale goth girl replied.

“Please leave. Don’t disturb us; being Mrs. Agatha’s niece didn’t mean you could do anything, you got fired for that reason.”

“Easy, Bri. I will leave after I fetch the things I left in the cabinet.”

Cassandra walked to the cabinet in the corner of the room and fetched her stuff from it. After she got what she sought, Cassandra walked toward the door.

When Cassandra passed Billy on her way to leave the room, she paused and whispered something to Billy. “Good luck, boy. I can feel something interesting in your possession. This place will be more interesting because of you. Enjoy your days.”

“So, Mr. Hudson, care to tell us what Cassandra whispered to you? Don’t tell me that she asked you out,” Brianne inquired.

“She just told me to enjoy my days in the company, Ma’am.” Billy only replied half-truthfully. He didn't understand about what Cassandra mean by that he had something interesting in his possession. Telling Brianne that would only brought some complication.

“Just that? She really didn’t tease you, or ask you out?” Brianne was doubting Billy’s answer. Her eyes looked at the tent in his pants.

“Yes, Ma’am,” Billy was trying to sound as convincing as he could although he had boner in his pant.

“Alright, I will believe you. Thankfully she didn’t harass you. She was Cassandra Mallory, niece of Agatha Pierce, the founder of this law firm. She had been acting rogue for so long, but Cassandra being Agatha’s niece means that it is extra hard to just kick her out of the firm. It is such a pity. Cassandra has the skills to be a good lawyer but lacks any attitude or manner that can make her a good lawyer. People like Cassandra would just be crooked and corrupt lawyers when she held power. Just look at how she dressed. How can she dress like that at our firm? Yeah, she didn’t break our firm dress code by dressing overly sexy, but for god sake, dressing like a goth also sends the same bad message as dressing like a slut to our client. Thankfully, she’s been fired now, even Agatha finally had enough of her.”

Brianne shook her head, clearing her mind of Cassandra, “Jesus, we are derailed because of Cassandra. Now, let’s get back to you two. I’m Brianne McKnight, your mentor and supervisor during your probation period. I said mentor, but I will not completely hold your hand. Being picked by our law firm means you are one of the best from your batch, and I’m sure you already know the basics of what-to-do with legal documents and case. But you may ask me if you are in doubt or find something wrong with the document.”

The orientation took around an hour before Brianne ended it. It was boring. Brianne was talking nonstop from something work-related such as their duties, the law firm's hierarchy, and structure, the firm’s history, the firm’s rules, where they would work, and when they would get their salary and benefits, to something trivial, like the good restaurants and cafes around their office.

Billy was finally able to sit down in his workspace. He was thinking of Cassandra. The bad goth girl turned him on more than Christine. Yes, Billy had a thing for goth, hence why he got a hard boner. Under Billy’s composed and inoffensive surface hid a very dirty mind. He often imagined how to ‘improve’ the women around him; usually, his fantasy involved corrupting and changing a good god-fearing woman into a bad punk or wicked goth. Seeing Cassandra, a goth in this company full of good women, made his imagination go overdrive. He imagined Cassandra corrupted all the women in the office. He could already picture how the prudish Christine had a mohawk for hair and was dressed in a skintight gothic latex dress. Brianne, instead of hating Cassandra, was now her loyal sidekick, her bob hair was now asymmetrical in length, with the right part shorter at the level of her ear, while the left side was still shoulder-length. Her hair was black with white ombre in color. Gone were her professional clothes, she now wore something that made her look like a porn parody of a sexy secretary but goth, with all articles of her clothing black in color. Her costume violated the office dress code more than Cassandra had, with her latex micro skirt that barely covered her ass, and crop top that showed her underboobs. And last, Kelly, the receptionist. The pretty receptionist, in his imagination, had her long blonde hair dyed hydrant red and cropped boyishly short. Her friendly and enthusiastic expression was replaced with a cold and uninterested look, as if she had no interest in life. She was wearing a choker with a pendant shaped like a spider. Her blouse was replaced with a red tube top and black spiderweb-patterned bolero jacket.

Of course, it was only a fantasy. It was such a pity that, when I joined the firm, Cassandra was no longer working here. Billy sighed. How great it is when such a reputable law firm like this was corrupted and filled with goth bitches like Cassandra.

Billy didn’t notice the coin in his pocket was heating up when he fantasized about his coworkers in the firm turning into corrupt goth bitches.

Billy’s first day at work ended smoothly with nothing special going on. He spent his time sorting documents or running an errand for Brianne.

He got home exhausted and just threw himself on the bed after changing into much more comfortable clothing. Billy had already forgotten about the coin's existence.

Later that night, Billy had a strange dream. He was back at the firm. But the firm wasn’t a law firm he knew anymore. Calling it a cult den was more appropriate. The women in there looked like crowds of goth and punk instead of professional lawyers. The few men Billy just made acquaintances with this morning in the office were all naked, surrounded by sexily dressed goths, and having some mindless sex with them instead of doing their job.

Billy wandered deeper and met with Christine, his crush. Christine looked like what he imagined this afternoon at work. Purple mohawk hair, face adorned with piercings. She was in a set of sexy, black, lacey lingerie, complete with a thick black choker around her neck. Her bombastic body was in its full glory. There was no trace of the prudish, god-fearing Christine.

“Don’t call me that lame name, Billy. Call me Sin, my name is Sin X, I don’t have any other name.”

“Umm…okay, Sin.”

She was looking at the tentpole in Billy’s pants. “Looks like Billy Jr. likes what he sees, let me do my job.”

“Your job?”

Sin gave Billy a weird look, “Yes, I am a whore in Agatha’s Devilish Den, and you are my pimp, my handler, don’t you remember?”

“Agatha’s Devilish Den?” Billy was puzzled.

“Yes, it’s this brothel name.”

“Brothel? Isn’t this a law firm? Aren’t you and Agatha lawyers?”

“Lawyer? Yeah, Agatha is a very crooked and corrupt former lawyer who thought exploiting women was right, hence, she opened a brothel. But me, a lawyer? Are you insulting me? How can a punk slut like me be a lawyer? What kind of weed have you smoked, mister?” Sin looked at Billy with a weird look.

“I’m sorry, I just feel confused.”

“It seems you really need some special help.”

The punk woman dropped to her knees and stuffed Billy’s dick into the back of her throat. A feeling of supreme happiness overcame Billy as he got his cock sucked by Christine / Sin, his longtime crush gone goth. He was about to cum, but then everything went dark.

Billy was jolted awake.

“Shit, it was just a dream, how great it would be if it come true.” Billy mumbled, indulging in his fantasy.

He woke up with a raging boner and was still very horny. He kept stroking himself for a half hour, but couldn’t seem to cum. Finally, He drifted back off to sleep in frustration.

While he slumbered, the coin in the trousers he threw in the laundry basket was flashing with light continuously until the morning Billy woke up.

“Morning, Kelly, nice dye job you have there,” Billy greeted the receptionist when he arrived at work. He didn’t expect Kelly to get her blonde hair dyed into a hydrant red color like his fantasy.

“Honestly, I don’t know why I decided to dye my hair this color last night. It was a momentary impulse, so I considered dyeing my hair back to blonde today, but the longer I was in this color, the fonder I became of the color. I realize that the color is not half-bad. Other girls in the office had said that they loved the color. What do you think? Should I stay in this color, or should I dye my hair back to blonde?” Kelly asked Billy, she genuinely sound unsure about her hair.

“Is it fine for you to ask me to decide it? We just knew each other yesterday.”

“It’s okay; I don’t know why, but I feel I need to hear your answer.” Kelly gave him the green light to tell her his answer.

“Okay, I think this red is better than your previous blonde,” Billy answered. He preferred her unnatural hair color.

The receptionist gave him a lovely, friendly smile. “Thanks for clearing my doubt, Billy. I will not occupy you anymore.”

Billy left Kelly and went toward ‘his’ room. Calling it his room was a stretch because he shared the workspace with his fellow trainee solicitor, Christine. Calling it the trainee room was more appropriate.

When he went inside, Christine was already there, working on a document.

“Good morning, Christine.”

“Morning, Billy.” Christine greeted him back.

It is just a coincidence with Kelly. After he saw Christine look no different than yesterday, Billy let out a sigh. It was both a relieved and disappointed sigh. He thought his dream was becoming a reality when Kelly dyed her hair red, but looking at Christine, who still had her golden blonde hair put into a hair bun, Billy accepted that it was only a coincidence with Kelly. Aside from his disappointed pervert side, he actually felt relieved, he would not know how to act if suddenly the dream he had last night became a reality. He could still remember vividly that in his dream, the law firm was turned into a brothel, and he became a pimp. As hot as he found the girls turned into goths, he didn’t want himself to also get turned into a pimp. He didn’t want his toiling day in law school to become nothing.

All was normal for Billy until the lunch break.

“Finally, time for a fucking break; I need to smoke.”

Billy was stunned when he heard that word coming from Christine.

“Smoke? Since when you smoked?” Billy asked the well-known God-fearing and prudish Christine. As far as he knew, Christine was never a smoker, and she even use the F-word.

“Why do you want to know when I start smoking? Do you have anything against women smoking?” Christine asked him back.

“No, I don’t mean that, I just didn’t expect a girl like you to smoke.”

“So, Billy, what do you see me as? Someone who is prudish and a typical bible thumper? A pure miss goody-two-shoe? Indeed, I have been that kind of girl, but that Christine is no more. I feel stupid that I just found out how pleasant smoking can be, I feel I have wasted 23 years of my life. So, if you want to stop me and go ‘Smoking is bad’ at me, fuck off!”

“No, I don’t want to stop you from smoking. It’s your right,” Billy replied.

Billy thought she would go to the smoking room to smoke, but Christine lit her smoke right in the room. She exhaled the smoke and blew it in Billy’s direction.

“You want one?” Christine asked in her raspy voice.

Billy shook his head, “No, thanks, I don’t smoke. Aren’t you worried about getting punished for smoking here instead of in the smoking room?”

“Well, as long as someone isn’t a snitch, don’t think I will be punished; there are only two of us here; you will not snitch on me, right, Billy?”

Billy had yet to answer her, but Christine already continued, “I’m confident that you will not tell anyone about me smoking here. You said you don’t smoke, but when you see me smoke, you get such a hard boner. Do watching women like me smoke turn you on, Billy?”

Billy nodded unconsciously.

“With that boner of yours, if you snitch on me, I will report you for sexual harassment, I believe Agatha would take my side as a fellow woman instead of you, but if you are a good boy who able to keep this secret, I will give you a good time, I know you have been ogling me since yesterday. Do we have a deal?” Christine made Billy an offer he couldn’t refuse.

“Yes, I won’t tell anyone about you smoking in this room.”

“Good boy. Come closer, I will reward you.” Christine ordered

Billy moved closer to Christine until she told him to stop. He was only one hand span away from her.

“Kneel and open your mouth,” she commanded.

Billy did as Christine ordered. Christine then took a long drag of her smoke, before exhaling it right into Billy’s mouth. Their lips were close to each other but not touching in a kiss.

"Think of it as an indirect kiss; maybe someday I will kiss you for real,” Christine teased Billy after she finished exhaling the smoke into his mouth.

When Billy thought his day couldn’t be any weirder after what happened between him and Christine, he met with Brianne, who caught him off guard with shock.

Brianne was wearing a short mini-skirt compared to her knee-length skirt yesterday. Billy believed the skirt she wore already violated the office dress code. But it was not only her skirt that was scandalous; her top wasn’t less controversial than her bottom; her top was a black flimsy v-neck blouse with a very low neckline. Brianne was showing a generous amount of cleavage. As if she felt she wasn’t breaking the dress code enough yet, her legs were clad in black fishnet stockings.

It was just yesterday that Brianne insulted Cassandra for dressing like a goth and now, Brianne was wearing something that made Cassandra look decent. Billy couldn’t think of any reason why Brianne had a sudden shift in clothing style except that somehow his fantasy was suddenly bleeding into reality, but that couldn’t be, right? It was only Kelly, Christine, and Brianne who showed some changes. If his dream suddenly turned into reality, it shouldn’t affect only these women but anyone in his office would be transformed into goth and punk whores like in his dream.

_Despite Kelly’s dyeing her hair red, that didn’t mean she was a goth. The same applied to Christine, smoking didn’t make her a punk. And Brianne dressed more like a slut than a goth. _With that in mind, Billy struck the possibility that the three became like this because of his fantasy out of his mind. Anyway, he was just an ordinary human and wasn’t some reality bender like in some erotic story he often read in his spare time.

The question remained; if it was not because his fantasy came true, what drove them to change? In Kelly’s case, she was following her intrusive thoughts to dye her hair red, but what about Brianne?

He approached Brianne, trying his hardest to not make it obvious that he was ogling her.

“Good evening, ma'am. You look very good today. Do you want to meet someone after work?” Billy worded his question as politely as possible.

“Yeah, I am going to meet with Cassandra later tonight to talk things up,” Brianne answered.

“Do you dress like this because Cassandra told you to?” Billy asked her another question.

He was expecting Brianne to nod her head, but Brianne shook her head instead.

“No, why should Cassandra dictate what I should wear? I dress like this on my own initiative. I know well how daring it is; the last time I wore this set was almost a decade ago, so the size is smaller and shorter and might be inappropriate for an office setting.”

“So, you realize that you look like a slut but still wear these?” Billy slipped up and accidentally called her a slut.

Thankfully, it seemed Brianne didn’t get offended by what Billy said. “Uh-huh, I know the risk, and what I'm getting into. I got a warning from the firm for the first time today, but it is a price I am willing to pay to change my image from an unapproachable hardass to someone easy to talk with. Looking like a silly slut makes people less on guard against me. Cassandra won’t want to talk with the previous me more than the necessary formality, but hopefully, this time, she could treat me as her friend when I prove to her that I am also a fun person to hang with.”

Billy was quite confused as to why Brianne suddenly seemed so fixated on Cassandra, but then he remembered that in his fantasy, Brianne was Cassandra's sidekick. Was she really turned into Cassandra's sidekick like in his fantasy?

“Ma'am, why do you suddenly want to get close to Cassandra? Don't you hated her before?” Billy inquired further.

“Oh, please call me Bri, when you call me Ma’am, it makes me feel like I’m still the old boring me. And to answer your question; yes, I disliked her before, but I had a change of heart after I read an article about psychology last night. I think I misunderstood her and treated her unfairly. Hence, I want to make up for my mistake. Thankfully, she still wants to meet me despite how bad our relationship was before,” Brianne replied.

Billy took notes on some keywords like change of heart and last night. It was the similarities she shared with both Kelly and Christine. The three seemed to have decided to do something drastic with their lives last night. Was it just a coincidence, or was there some invisible **** in play?

“Okay, I think I need to go now. Have a good night, Billy,” Brianne said her farewell before walking away.

Billy was left conflicted. In his mind, he hoped that if there was some invisible power in play, he prayed that the change was only limited to these three. And let the law firm stay as a law firm and not be changed into a brothel like in his dream.

CONTINUED IN NEXT PART >>>>

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