REPRESENTING MY ASSETS

Mmyeah… It’ll be just a B this time.

That was easily the better option of the two. I guess I’m more of a visual person than a lingual one.

As much fun as it would be to hear her English-skills breaking down, it wasn’t worth the 200 points. It was time to be a little bit tactical and conserve some of those points. Never know when I could truly need them.

Then again…

Reaching this position, being technically the editor-in-chief for the Mirage, I had a lot of power now.

And a lot of underlings.

It should be easier to generate points from this point on.

But some things needed to change..

In fact, a lot of things needed to change.

But first… It was finally time to get this damn magazine finished.

In the end, it took us most of the day to get everything sorted.

I dreaded working with Teresa, but she had apparently called in sick and had appointed her second-in-command, Jayden, as the temporary art director.

Honestly I didn’t mind. I really didn’t want to deal with her right now.

Any day she wasn’t standing at the end of the hallway with a chainsaw in hand was a good day.

So yeah, this month’s issue of Mirage was done, and it would be out in the stores by tomorrow.

The magazine was filled with cookie-cutter, frankly boring fashion bullshit… but on pages 30-35… it had the truly groundbreaking softcore/hardcore scene of someone who looked a lot like me, fucking three redheaded catholic schoolgirls.

It really did jump out. I was fascinated to see how public would react to it.

Lana’s text for it was really, really good. Truly worth the several rewrites.

It was both sensual, erotic, yet in an undefinable way, poetic and fashion-centric literature. Almost like it was trying to break out and invent a new style.

It was also fun to think I had the photographer and writer for this masterpiece both nude and stuck in a closet together.

The whole article was a clarion call, a sign that things in the magazine would be changing.

And changing rapidly.

Many of our current staff wouldn’t like it… and I foresaw troubles with them.

I went through all the information of our staff. In fact, let me now be extremely clear about everybody who worked for the magazine.

First of all, there was me, of course, the editor-in-chief. And Gretchen, the current “owner” of the magazine.

Then there were the staff writers. Currently, Sophie, Lana and Ulla. We could easily hire a fourth, and I already knew who that would be.

Lana’s sexy sister, Katie.

I’d have to schedule an interview for her soon. Oh yeah, dammit, all this needed Lana’s communication with her. I’ll give her a cellphone into the closet tomorrow.

We didn’t have a “fashion department”, as these magazines usually have. That had been Maria’s decision. She felt that our staff writers and rotating freelance writers was enough, and she didn’t want our magazine to have a “dictated” sense of fashion.

Was that a good or a bad thing? I don’t know. Sure it gave the writers more freedom, but more often it led to us contradicting ourselves in the same magazine.

But then again… we were successful. Well, successful for a mid-sized magazine. And successful enough that Maria was ready to sell us to the Remington Group.

I guess there was a niche audience that liked our style.

Then there was the art department, with Teresa as its director.

She had three people working under her. Three graphic designers, Jayden, Kalissa and Holly. And also a photo editor, Melissa.

I knew next to nothing about them.

Right now only one thing mattered; the glimpses I had seen of them. They were plenty hot enough to fit into the future of this magazine.

But…

I always felt like three graphic designers was a little much. Like, surely two would have been enough to handle one magazine?

I looked at other magazines of our size in the net. Yeah, 1 or 2 seemed to be standard.

That was something to keep in mind when I finally got to know them.

Then there was the web team. Three women in total.

Khali as the digital content manager, Miriam as the social media editor, and Triss as the web editor.

The so-called “crack team”. Apparently they were all childhood friends, and had always worked together in different projects. Maria had hired them as a trio while she let the whole previous people go.

They had been here for a little while now, and our social media and web numbers appeared to be on a rise.

So, yeah, they might be expecting rewards instead of punishments.

They’d find out that with me, those things would become synonymous.

Then there was HR, that even Nori-chan just mentioned.

Sigh. Pauline. What a bitch.

Because of that damn law suit I had to see her more than a few times last year.

I couldn’t wait to subjugate her. She had to be the most annoying cunt in this building, topping even Gretchen and Maria at their worst.

Okay, maybe not Maria, but damn near.

Pauline always wore such frumpy outfits that I couldn’t be sure how sexy she actually was under all that, but honestly, it didn’t even matter that much to me.

I just wanted to make that bitch submit to me.

Then, at +100, I could change her body to anything I wanted. If I actually even cared that much at that point.

Then there was Anna-Marie, of course. Fully in control of in-house photography.

Then, yeah, there was Nori. The head of advertising and marketing.

She had two people under her.

Rin and Hana.

Yeah, both Asians as well.

They had been Nori-chan’s choices.

That gave multiple interesting possibilities as well…

Krhm.

So that was all of the fully-employed staff. On top of that, we had dozens of interchangeable columnists and freelance writers and photographers. I really didn’t need to care about them, we didn’t have to use any of them anymore if I didn’t feel like it.

So all in all, me not included…

16 people.

I sighed, and leaned back in my chair.

I had been dancing around the idea for weeks, but it was this moment I felt like I was truly committing to it.

I would change this fashion magazine towards my true interests.

Mirage would become… a high-grade porn magazine.

Even the thought was making my dick hard.

How quickly could I make the change? It was hard to tell. But I needed to do everything I could to keep everybody aboard. If the change was too fast, people would bail and even sue me or something.

And, realistically… the moment Maria found out about my true plans for her lovely magazine… she would kill me. No discussion. Just a flat-out ****.

So, to fully commit going down this route… I needed to bring everybody here under my control, and defeat Maria in any way that I could. Preferably by bringing her under my control as well.

The thought of that was like holding onto a bull by its horns 24/7.

I just had to believe in the power of the app.

Sure, the other way to do this was simply fire some folk and hire people from the industry of erotic arts, but what was the fun with that?

The idea of corrupting 16 highly confident and beautiful women into my little porn-slaves was way, way better. Besides, firing people would always be a hassle.

I’d surely hire more people once our direction was going to be more obvious. And yeah, there would be a fuckton of shuffling of departments to fit my schemes better.

Hell, I had a feeling that once we ditched the fashion-audience, and reached the horny people of the world, our profits would triple. No, quadruple. Why was I limiting myself? We would become the most popular porn magazine on the planet. The profits would never end!

I could hire any amount of people I wanted. I might even have my own personal “sex ****”-department and my “fuckpet”-subdivision.

The world was my oyster.

But it all started with catching Maria.

I thumped my head against the desk.

I had been going through this for multiple days now.

I still didn’t have a clear, A-grade plan.

Every avenue I went down had few glitches in it.

Now, I would spend this afternoon just-

RRIIIIINGG!

Oh. Gretch was calling me.

“What’s up?” I answered. I wanted to call her a “****”, but I couldn’t be completely sure if anyone else was listening to the call.

“Master… I thought you should know… Maria just called me.”

Hm. How convenient.

“What did she have to say?”

“She… Wanted to meet with me. Tomorrow.”

Hah. Okay.

I mulled it in my head a few times.

This… This didn’t sound too bad.

“So… She wants to make the first move. Actually, that might be perfect. Agree to meet her.”

“Yes, master,” she said, still waiting on the phone.

“...did you have anything else?”

“Oh. Just… Well… I don’t know, I-“

“Let me guess. You miss having my cock stuffed inside your ****-hole, but are still too much of a prude to just say it?”

I could hear her swallowing nervously.

“…yes, master.”

“We’ll see if I have enough energy tonight. Now call Ulla and Sophie into my office.”

“Yes, master,” she said, this time daring to hang up the phone.

I was sitting with my feet on the desk, when Ulla and Sophie finally appeared.

Both were looking nervous.

Ulla had cleaned herself surprisingly well. No trace of assfucking or ass-to-mouth. Well, except in her traumatized eyes.

And where did she get those replacement pantyhoses?

“Well girls, we did it. The month’s issue is finally done.”

They both nodded, while faking a little smile.

“I think we ought to celebrate it a little bit, don’t you?”