Controlling Tarsha

Tarsha is standing in front of me, freshly infected. Lara and Alicia are also in the room, Alicia is still in her uniform, she's still on duty so I should make her go back before anyone questions where she is.

"Tarsha, are you married?" I ask her.

She stares forward. "No, master. I have a boyfriend but we don't live together."

"Good. Then go home. Tomorrow you'll wear a sexy dress to class, paint your nails. The worm should have enough control to properly fuck you after class. And you'll like that, won't you?"

She doesn't have any emotion. "Yes master, I live to serve." She then puts on the clothes I tore off to **** her and leaves.