"I already mean it and you know it."

Molly starts to giggle. It takes you a moment to register what she just said.

"I know dear, but we have to keep up the performance for his sake, don't we?" Mr. Milton answers.

Your brain starts to swirl. What is going on here? What are they talking about?

"Do we?" Molly says, the sweetness and timidity falling out of her voice. "Can't we just get on with whatever it is you want me to do this time?"

What's happened to this sweet girl, you wonder. Why is she acting like this? Why does Mr. Milton seem unsurprised.

"What's going on here?" You manage to ask.

Molly chuckles. Mr. Milton answers. "You didn't think my bimbo wife was the only girl in my little lineup, did you?"

You did.

He goes on. "Investors want all kinds of girls. Some of them want a barbie bimbo. But some of them want... I don't know, an Asian girl. So I have an Asian girl. Some of them want a black girl so I have a black girl. Some of them want twins, so I gotta give them twins. And some of them are **** for an innocent redhead, so I got a redhead." He smiles at Molly.

Molly smiles back, a smile you've never seen from her before. A wicked, perverse smile.

You stare at it. You stare at her entire nude body. Your cock is thick and hard. Your brain is soft and foggy. She's still beautiful. Her face is still sweet. But somehow everything is different.

You know what Mr. Milton is doing. He's trying to show you how nothing is as you think it is. And he's promising you a job with wealth and power. He's promising you control over this world that is suddenly totally out of control.

"So you're his innocent redhead?" You mutter to Molly, waiting for her to confirm what has basically already been said.

Molly smiles.