Sophie, you pervert.

The elevator came back online. We started moving again.

Ulla didn't answer my question. Just stared at me with hate in her eyes.

"You can't do this. You're not a fucking monster," she finally pleaded.

I chuckled.

"Well. Maybe I wasn't."

I took a step closer to her. She gripped the elevator wall tighter. "I am now, though. Thanks to that kick of yours. You have until evening to decide."

Finally we reached our floor. I left the elevator limping and holding onto my nads.

Damn. This was going to take at least half a day to heal. She really was going to have to make up for this one. Big time.

She stayed in the elevator, lost in her thoughts.

Now, should I have went straight to Maria? We didn't really discuss what time we were supposed to meet.

Did she just assume I would go to her immediately? No. I'll make her call me to her office herself. Every little power move I could make was important now.

I limped to my office, seeing that Lana and Sophie had already taken their seats in front of their desks. Lana went through a flurry of emotions on her face, upon seeing me. There was the usual hate and anger first, and then some surprise and worry about my clearly painful condition. I think she felt the need to ask me what's wrong, but managed to suppress it.

Sophie on the other hand was lost in her work. There was a nice hue glowing on face, though. She had the look of a person who wasn't able to get off for more than a week now, despite numerous attempts. I was sort of getting to be an expert about spotting these things.

I sat on Lana's desk. It was surprising enough that Sophie gave us a small disapproving glance before returning to her work. Lana was quite befuddled.

I whispered in her ear. "Hello again, my little sapphic slut. How did Gretchie taste?"

She didn't answer, just blushed very hard and began typing twice as fast.

I grabbed her face and turned it to me. I don't think Sophie saw that.

I whispered again. "From now on, when I ask you a question, you answer. Okay?"

Lana stopped typing and looked down.

"S....She tasted... like-like tuna, okay?", she answered and returned to her typing.

I wasn't done. I grabbed her head and turned it to me again. This time I'm pretty sure Sophie saw me do that. There was a quizzical look on Sophie's face.

"So. Which award did you choose? Which one... did you piss on?", I whispered.

Lana really, really didn't want to answer that. I enjoyed watching her struggle.

"...My first one. Okay? From elementary school. Please. Can I continue my work?"

"Can I continue my work, sir", I corrected her.

She pouted. "...Can I continue my work... sir?"

"Hey!" Sophie shouted all of a sudden. "Enough with that annoying whispering. I'm actually trying to work here, while this magazine still exists. Get a hotel room or something."

Lana looked embarrassed, and quickly started typing away. What? Was she ashamed of our relationship? She didn't want Sophie to know? Little did Lana know that Sophie already knew plenty.

In fact...

Well, why the fuck not. Sounded like something fun I could try. I was going to get bored waiting for Maria to call me anyway.

"Hey, Sophie! Come take a look, it's a...", I asked her while taking my phone out of my pocket.

Sophie got up from her chair with a sigh. She was taking irritated steps towards us while I found what I was looking for.

"Yeah? What is it now?"

"...it's a naked picture of Lana!"

I almost shoved the phone in her face, so she couldn't look away. Before she could even react, her eyes went wide and her mouth slack-jawed. Then she pushed the phone out of her face swiftly.

"What the fuck?!", she shouted angrily.

Lana got up, mouth agape, staring at me with understandable confusion.

I grinned. "Isn't she quite a minx? She sent me plenty of sexy pics like this yesterday!"

"I... Can't... you..." Lana was seriously blowing a circuit now. She couldn't fight me, she couldn't handle what was going on, so the only thing she could do was run out of the office with her head held down low.

She almost banged her head on the door on the way out.

Poor girl. She should be more proud of her gorgeous body.

Sophie, meanwhile, was still flabbergasted.

"You... What the fuck is this? How in the fucking hell do you think that's appropriate? I have no idea why Lana didn't just punch your fucking lights out. If she has any self-respect you two are over. You fucking weirdo. Don't ever involve me in your demented sex stuff again!"

She almost wanted to slap me, but I guess she thought that was more of a job for Lana. Sophie was still huffing mad.

"God I don't know if I can even wait if for this magazine to be scrapped, I don't want to spend another minute with a fucker like you!" she settled on giving me a small push, to get me out of her way.

Sophie was leaving the office now, probably to go soothe Lana. They weren't that close, but it's what women were supposed to do in these kinds of situations. Right?

"Oh come on. You liked it. You... pervert."

That stopped her on her tracks. She turned her face to me.

There was some lust mixed in there now.

"Wh-What?"

Alright. Considering her trait, if I did everything correctly, I just managed to give her a new perversion. A perversion of looking at naked pictures of Lana. Because that's what my command was, the one she successfully obeyed (even if I cheated a little bit). 'Come take a look, it's a naked picture of Lana'. And then I used the trigger phrase 'you pervert'. She would now have a compulsion to see more naked pictures of Lana. Hopefully.

"Yeah. I know you. You want to see more naked pictures of her, don't you? Well, don't worry! I've got a bunch of more right here!" I said, brandishing my phone in front of her face. "You just need to ask nicely."

She was in quite a state. Both turned on, both incredibly mad. Clearly not yet fully in terms with her new found perversion.

"How... fucking dare you! Shut up! Shut up! SHUT UP!"

She stomped out of the office like a madwoman.

Aah, no worries. The compulsion will get to her. And she will be **** to get her grubby hands on these. **** enough to do anything I ask her to do.

Or I could **** Lana to send her more.

There were many ways to make this fun.