Katrina Learns How She's Percieved

With a smirk Katrina looked around carefully, she had her work done . Why not?

I just need a question to keep me from being overwhelmed like with Britt. Katrina considered as she cast her eyes across the office.

Putting down her coffee, Katrina closed her eyes and thought her question.

Does Arthur think I’m hot? Bracing herself Katrina felt disappointment as no sensation struck back at her.

Did I do something wrong? Is what happened with Britt just my imagination?

I want to know if he’s ever thought about…

As Katrina puzzled cautiously for a word to think of to safely use her new found ability the first whispers of corruption hiss from the darkest recesses of her mind. Does Arthur think of.... Her original thought hung as the whispers surfaced and finished the question. Fucking me? Katrina felt embarrassed to even have considered it almost immediately.

She spent years fostering her professional image and reputation. She’d earned her place through cutting people down on the failures of their own work, often smugly putting them in their place when ever they sought to get on top of her.

Suddenly Katrina was unexpectedly immersed in a vision. Sitting at a desk reviewing papers as there was a knock.

“Yes, come in.” Immediately Katrina was thrown off by the sound of the voice, weathered and scratchy. Its gruffness alluding to just who's perspective she was privy to.

As she watched herself walk into Arthur’s office.

“Katrina, good have a seat.” The words droned on, incoherent and without any value. The impression that he was correcting Katrina for stepping out of line. “Now you know how important it is to know your place.”

“Y..ye.. yes sir…” Katrina was flabbergasted, never had she ever stuttered like that in the office.

“And what is it?” Katrina wanted to gasp as she saw the fantasy of her kneel on the floor, slipping her suit jacket off and half undoing her blouse.

“Like this?” The obvious fantasy Katrina asked looking up to Arthur’s perspective, mouth agape, tongue out.

“Very nice. But do you deserve the privilege?” Arthur’s voice asked sternly.

“Please sir, how can I improve if you don’t use me?” Katrina wanted to laugh at this awful misogynistic fantasy as Arthur’s cock was presented and playfully brushed around her face before being inserted to sample sucking.

Quickly Katrina felt as if her fantasy self had Arthur on edge, having bobbed her head, sucked with her lips, and dazzled with her tongue. Staggering back, fantasy Arthur picked up the phone.

“Can you please come in?” Arthur simply asked before hanging up, his office door promptly opening and closing as Shae entered, the fantasy Katrina unmoving at the new arrival. “See Katrina, Shae is a perfect example of what we discussed.”

Katrina wanted out of the vision, the rambling about how prominently Shae’s figure was presented in her outfits. How she often wore low cut tops, and business jackets if used were only to present her cleavage.

Before long Shae was on Arthur’s desk, tits bouncing out of her top as she was pounded from behind. Katrina’s fantasy counter part left proverbially cuckold.

I’m no fluffer. The strong thought freed Katrina from the vision, its ideas having left an unappealing impression. A seed of desire to be viewed differently, the first dark whispers of corruption taking influence.

I wonder where Brittney would’ve fit in that? Katrina couldn't help but smirk as that question and more clawed themselves to the surface...