The Truth.

Jeff positioned himself to block Melissa's access to the elevator controls in case this went South. He couldn't have his bet at infiltration into this building yet, being ruined.

He straightened out his face and gazed up to the elevator ceiling. "My partner was asked for assistance inside an adult novelty store. By the time I entered after her she was no where to be seen. Before I knew it I was lead by a woman, guiding me by my dick to an aisle where my partner was bound. She was having EVERY carnal desire you could think of, being fulfilled." He watched as Melissa seemed to become engrossed with what was being presented to her. Her hands subconsciously clenched the corrupted buggy harder, stroking along its edge.

"Before I knew it I was pulling demonic toys out of her so I could fuck her, with every fiber of my being. As I fucked her, and I mean fucked her like nothing EVER before in my life." Jeff paused for a moment to enjoy how entranced Melissa was. "The woman who had lured me, who had me fucking my partner desperately, turned her into a succubus. Then as I was seduced into giving up my soul, so I could fill my partner with cum. I then became an incubus, and my clothes no longer fit my newly refined phys-ique." Jeff put extra emphasis on the reference to his body at the end of the sentence, his voice having becoming increasingly alluring as he spoke of the incident that had lead him here, her here.

Melissa seemed to come back a bit from her engrossment at the mention of succubi and incubi. Her instincts were obviously trying to still sound alarm bells of the threat to her very soul.

"Or You know, this shrunken uniform is payback for a prank I pulled on a rookie yesterday. My supervisor was NOT a-mused." Jeff added with a quick smile and shrug, hoping to knock her back off guard again.

Melissa seemed to relax a bit at that point, stuck between wondering why it was so warm in here and abstract lurid thoughts whispering just out of her conscious awareness.

She fidgetted with a second button on her blouse but quickly stopped as the elevator arrived at the fifth floor.

"Well that's certainly interesting." Melissa commented with a slight swallow suddenly wondering why she had the buggy clenched so hard. A stray thought wondered if he truly had mindlessly fucked his partner like some kind of animal.

"Which way?" Jeff inquired with a gentle smile as he pushed his buggy off the elevator, he could feel it's corruption having progressed deep into the mail it carried. , slowly stewing it will the Idol's influence, the more it stewed the more influence it could exert on the recipients of it.

"Left. First double door on the right." Melissa replied. She was still torn by the story.

But demons aren't real. Succubus isn't a thing, incubus isn't a thing... But imagine if it... She could swear she felt a little wet.

Melissa had to wonder what was going on in her head. Subconsciously she undid the second button on her blouse just as they reached the mail room.

The mail room was currently unoccupied, likely the result of the various staff scrambling among the many desks eager to bring back anything ready to send out before Melissa left.

"This table over here good?" Jeff asked, he leaned on it with two spread arms his ass straining against his pants between him and Melissa, her unobstructed view intended to allure her.

Melissa shook her head and rubbed her eyes, the table seemed to have become fuzzy as if it was changing, but that was crazy. It was always a stainless steel table, although she couldn't quite place what the straps on the side were for.

"Yeah, it will be fine." Melissa responded grabbing a couple boxes from the top middle of her buggy and placing them on the table.

Unbeknownst to Melissa as those packages and letters hit the table anything not yet thoroughly corrupted was completed, what was, became further saturated with the luring lust of the Idol.

The contents of packages changed, words took on the power to change to suggestions if not the darkest fantasies of their readers. Legal contracts wording changed to bind anyone destined to sign them to the Idol.

Before long the one bin was empty and they began sifting through them for suspicious signs or tampering.

As the first buggy was almost finished Melissa caught herself almost undoing another button. She wondered why it felt so warm in the supposedly air conditioned room. She remembered the comforting chill that usually lingered in here, often giving brief respite from the brutal heat of the summer sun.

In fact everything seemed to feel warm, and soft... Almost like human flesh, even though it wasn't. The thoughts dawning on her caused all sorts of erotic images of nude forms pressed together to flow through her mind. Suddenly she could imagine phallic forms in many of the things she saw as she glanced around the room.

Before long one of the young mail kids came in with his cart, he exchanged a quick hello then shared a quizzical look as he watched Melissa check a vent for cool air.

"Do you find it warm in here?" She asked only to be told no. He soon emptied his outgoing mail into a buggy before grabbing the buggy Melissa and Jeff had checked and carting it into the mail sorting room next door.

Before long two or three others had passed through. Each noticing Melissa checking a vent while Jeff continued his work at the table.

After each vent Melissa found herself gazing, more, and more at Jeff. It was as if she was noticing new details, finding him increasingly attractive. Increasingly, irresistable.

Her attentions weren't going unnoticed, Jeff grimaced to himself. This was going perfectly, the mail had all been corrupted, as had the buggies. Not to mention the very table Jeff was pretending to work upon. He patiently waited.

Melissa returned to the table unaware of just how thoroughly she was checking out Jeff, up and down eyes almost locked. Unblinkingly. Never before had she found herself desiring to keep looking at something so much. All the while thoughts swam around her head, everything from kinky arrest scenarios to ripping what clothes he had and mounting him no matter his degree of objection.

Two thoughts held her in check as she became aware of how she stopped bantering like she tended too.

If she made a move on an on duty cop was it a crime?

What if the mail room staff caught her?

The first one gradually became answered with thoughts of what Jeff could do to her in handcuffs.

The second began twisting into showing off to the mail room staff, to luring the girl among them into a threesome, to finally thoughts of an all out orgy.

Melissa cooed with pleasure as she felt something push against her ass.

"Sorry, what was that? I didn't mean to invade your personal space." Jeff commented with a faux innocence and a grin. He could sense how distracted Melissa was becoming and knew he had to ground her thoughts back here, where he could corrupt her.

Melissa meanwhile was stuttering at a loss for a witty reply as she tried to think how big that cock she just felt pressed against her must be.

She undid another button, this time hoping to elicit some remark as her uniform blouse now hung half unbuttoned. She felt a pleasurable sensation across her exposed cleavage and barely resisted the urge to fondle herself, and let her breast free.

"You better be careful, you're running out of buttons to undo." Jeff teased openly making eye contact before gazing down at her C cup cleavage. How he longed to just whip his cock out here, but he needed to see how conscious she was of her actions. Melissa responded with a wry grin, and popped another button, she then hooked a finger on the middle of her bra to show off the clasp cradled in the valley of her breasts. What was she doing?

Who cared she was relishing the attention. This felt so... Liberating.

Jeff swept the rest of the mail off the table into the buggy. "I'll be back shortly, need to make sure this gets out for you." He quipped with a smile, he had to ensure this all got out into the building. At the same time, he was tempted to just pound Melissa right here and hope his pheromones would be enough to bring everyone else in the mail room next door around should they come out.