The Boss

Interesting was certainly a word for it.

Lauren met a handful of groups after that. Each time, they would greet themselves, and Lauren would find herself walking over, pulling them in close for a deep kiss, helplessly molesting them in some way, only finding herself released from the compulsion once she had successfully rubbed her body against them in some fashion.

Worse, word had obviously gotten out. Even getting between the groups had become a chore, as grinning, smirking men -- and women -- would see her in the hallway and happily shout "Hello" to her -- which immediately triggered her newfound compulsion. She rapidly lost count of the number of people she had pulled in close for a kiss, a fondle, and a quick rub; and it was only Kate's iron grip on her leash that prevented people from going further -- with one man literally cupping her asscheeks and starting to carry her away before the tingle overruled her and **** her to struggle free.

It was only after one of these sessions that Kate had gotten her in front of the elevator. Closing the door on a certain giggling young girl who had rubbed Lauren what seemed like a lifetime ago, Kate sighed and leaned against the wall of the elevator, obviously exhausted.

"Well, this has been interesting, hasn't it?" Kate said, even as Lauren continued blushing cherry red.

The inside of the elevator was a shiny, mirror finish -- all 4 walls, the floor, only the ceiling wasn't. Everywhere she looked, she saw herself. Naked. Blushing. With her pubic hair -- the pang of revulsion she felt seeing it, albeit artificial, still struck home -- matted with her own wetness. Somehow, she resisted the urge to cover herself, having figured out the third or fourth time she had broken into spontaneous masturbation right before -- or after -- kissing a new coworker that she had ****.

"You can say that again." Lauren laughed, glancing up, trying to avoid her reflection and only succeeding in watching her own breasts jiggle.

"Are you ready for the interview, Lauren?" Kate said, even as the elevator slowed to a stop.

"I... They say to just picture everyone naked, but, uh..."

"Well, bet you're really good at that by now, huh?" Kate said, laughing.

The elevator dinged and swooped open. The tingle pulled Lauren forward, Kate at her side, the slaps of their bare feet on the marble tile echoing in the large hallway.

They stopped in front of a large, solid looking double door, a deep mahogany color inlaid with gold trim. It was expensive looking but not gaudy, the kind of old, purposeful trim that screamed power, not money.

"We won't be needing this anymore," Kate said as she gently unhooked the collar, the pressure vanishing with a tingle.

I'm completely and utterly naked, Lauren realized. Somehow, it felt even more real than before.

"Ok, lets go meet the boss."

The door opened, and Lauren was awestruck... again...

Inside, the room was big. Very, very big. She could say she was impressed by the decorations, as the room looked more like a futuristic living room than an office. She could say that the view of Manhattan was amazing. But what really impressed her was the man standing at the center of the room.

She was impressed because he looked so... common. So normal. She expected to find a handsome model, or a giant hulk of a man. Instead the man in the center of the room was a common, plain, John.

He was also dressed. Lauren felt even more naked than before.

"Ah, Miss Hill," glad to see you join us, the man said as he turned around. "How did yo... WHAT IN THE WORLD?!"

His face contorted in shock, embarrassment, and rage.

Lauren took an involuntary step back. "W... what?"

"You're stark naked, what's what!" The man bellowed. "Is this some sort of PRANK?!"