Meanwhile, Somewhere in Utah..

"Okay Henrietta, that's enough for now..."

The Director's favourite girl removed his dick from her mouth and began to rise from her knees before a hand on her back guided her back down onto all fours.

"I have a phone call to make. I could use a foot rest"

Henrietta nodded dutifully, remaining on her hands and knees for her masters convenience, as she felt her owners' boots on her back.

It was unusual for someone as superhumanly powerful as the Director to become tense, but right now that was how he was feeling. One of his few failures in a spectacularly successful life had been failing to subjugate the glitches when they had first begun causing him problems. In truth, he had admired their spirit, and hadn't seen how they could cause him any real long term problems. For the first time, he was beginning to think he may have underestimated them.

Tbe Director didn't need a spy in the mansion to see what was going on in there, all he had to do was switch on his television. The glitches were becoming more famous, influential and powerful by the day. They had recruited a witch, Noelle, who by the Director's estimations had the potential to become far stronger than the one they were currently fighting - that is, if she could get past the distraction of her new American girlfriend and apply herself to her craft in a less sexually experimental and more productive way. Worse still, there were five more buffing sorceresses in the mansion, and all were proving surprisingly adept at using magic, especially that notorious pain in the Director's ass Melanie Jones.

In truth there were almost no witches in the US for the Director to ally with, they were more of a European thing. But even there, they were few and far between. The idea of half a dozen of them uniting and working together in this day and age was practically unheard of. They were focusing their energy on Rebecca now, but if they defeated her The Director was sure he would be next in line. If Melanie was the soul of the glitches and Cassie the heart, then Chantelle was unquestionably the brain. He admired her greatly, and the pair had an uneasy alliance for now. But the Director was nobodies fool. He could see the hatred in her eyes whenever she spoke to him. He had no doubt she would take him down in a second if she ever had the opportunity to. It was notable that she was no longer coming to him for help these days, but instead building her own army of magic users. That wasn't good.

The television deal the glitches had recently received unsettled him too. There was no denying the popularity of Naked Mansion, but the reported figures involved in the deal they were about to sign were insane. Currently the most famous glitch was Lucy Chesterton, and she was, at best, a British B-lister. Someone very powerful was backing the deal financially, and the Director had a grim feeling he knew who that was. He hadn't got to where he was today without making some very scary nemeses, and this deal felt like it had the fingerprints the most dangerous of them all over it. No doubt she wanted to support the glitches on the basis that her enemies enemies were her friends, and it was probably only a matter of time before she revealed herself to them to offer some more practical support. The Director had to work on that same principle, which meant partnering up with Rebecca. He had finally picked a side in the dispute.

"Well, hello Director. To what do I owe this pleasure?" the witch answered his call with interest.

"I wondered how the good fight against the glitches was going?" he asked probingly.

"Honestly, I am done with them" Rebecca answered "They are like ants. You crush one of them and five more appear. They just bore me now. I have a good life here with my little Sophie and my cat Manzer"

Rebecca had literally only bought a cat to terrify what she still thought was Sophie. If she had even bothered to switch on her television she would have seen that the real one was full sized and back in the mansion with the other glitches. It was therefore only a matter of time before the witch was back at war with her old foes, and the Director decided that now would be the time to start sowing the seeds for when that happened.

"I'm happy to hear that. But I want you to know that if they ever step out of line again and you need my help, I'm here for you. All you have to do is call"

"Well, thank you Director, I will certainly keep that in mind" the witch answered with pleasant surprise.

The Director bid her good day and put down the phone before gesturing for Henrietta to go back from being his footstool to his whore. Hopefully, with his support, the witch could do his dirty work for him and stop those pesky glitches before they got completely out of control.