Rest for the wicked.

You are just dying to see your new office. You have no trouble finding it. Any employee you encounter is eager to help and so very deferential. You are more than a little turned on when you enter the reception area of your office. Greta is busy making herself at home, undoubtedly organizing everything to her satisfaction.

She gives you a salacious smile. "Welcome to your office Mistress."

You walk in. It is everything you expected and more. The windows overlook the whole city. A city which you will soon command by Jonathon's side. You kick back in an extremely comfy chair. Every so often you feel a pulse of pleasure from the ring on your finger, another soul claimed by the virus. You can only imagine what will happen when everyone in the entire city becomes disciples of Lilith. The thought turns you on. You consider slipping a finger in your sex. Then realize you have something much better.

You push the intercom. "Greta, can you come in here for a moment."

Greta struts in, in her six inch stilettos.

"Greta I believe my pussy needs some attention."

"Of course Mistress."

Greta slides under your desk slips up your dress and begins eating you out. You flip on the computer looking at the business feed, moaning every now and then as Greta works her magic.

You catch the news of the day, your appointment as a COO of Lilapharmatech. Interestingly the news was released twenty minutes before the start of the tour. Jonathon's immense confidence is on clear display. After reading the internal e-mails, Greta finishes you with a massive orgasm.

"Very nice, thank you Greta. That will be all for now."

"Your welcome Mistress. Buzz me again if you need...anything."

As she exits you ponder the day's events. The virus clearly has changed you for the better physically. You are fundamentally unchanged though. You have always been ambitious and at least a little power hungry. Despite some success you realize your ethics and morals have always held you back. Now with those a distant memory you feel you can reach your full potential. Lastly, you always feared demons, feared Lilith. Now that she has shown you the true power of lust, there is no need for fear. Indeed, you worship her for it and look forward to your ascension.

Your thoughts are interrupted by Greta's voice on the intercom. "Jonathon Dryer here to see you Mistress." She purrs.

"Come in."

Jonathon Dryer stands at your door. Every moment you spend with him you seem to lust for him more. You quickly realize it isn't his tall, attractive, chiseled frame, or even his vast experience at sex, which draw you to him. It is the power he radiates, the certainty he has that he will rule the world.

"Hello Tara. I'm glad to see you are settling in."

He pulls you into a little hug, slipping his hand down you ass and giving you a tantalizing squeeze. You want him.

With great **** of will you step back. He grins knowingly. "Jonathon, what brings you by."

"I wanted to check up on you, and to give you this." He hands you a bottle of familiar wine. "I thought you might like to share a toast with your daughter."

"Why thank you, Jonathon." Wicked thoughts fill your head. He is right. It is the perfect way to bring out the evil in Sara.

Greta's voice cuts off your vision of Sara in thigh high boots, fish net stockings, and little else. "Melissa Adams here to see you."

"Well Tara, I should be going. We have a lot of work to do to have those emitters up in six days."

He slips out the door as you buzz Melissa in.

"Tara, I can't wait to start I believe I have several shortcuts to combine the technology."

You're a little surprised she isn't more concerned with your pussy. Still the most important thing is getting those emitters ready.

"Well, Melissa lets go introduce you to the team."