Reluctantly Agree

You figure Cassandra must have done something to Rachel. You are about ask to see her when you smell a curious scent.

Rachel grins an evil grin. “You smell it don’t you. The funny thing is I’m not even wearing any. Now it’s part of my natural body odor.”

You want to resist, you want to reverse whatever Cassandra did. Instead you nod meekly.

“Good boy. Shouldn’t you be kneeling in the presence of your goddess?”

Your knees buckle. In moments you are on the floor groveling.

“I’m going to help The Company turn this world into a pit of lust and depravity. You do want to help me, right?”

No you don’t, yet you find yourself nodding vigorously.

She places a sharp talon like fingernail under your chin. She lifts. It leaves you **** but to rise. Any slower than Rachel desires and her fingernail digs in painfully.

You stand. She runs her nails down your chest, pressing hard enough to leave a mark, but not hard enough to draw blood.

“Do you know what the best part of being a Company girl is Nick?”

You aren’t sure you even want to know.

“The moment they gave me my ‘bonus’, all my morals, all my compassion, even that little nagging voice all just went away.”

She giggles. “I could eviscerate you for fun and enjoy every minute of it.”

Your face scrunches up in horror.

She laughs. “Oh don’t worry. If I’m going to have nuns selling EvilGlam door to door I’ll need some help. Come now.”

You can’t help but follow her out to the car.

“Drive.”

You slide into the driver’s seat.

She begins giving you directions. Your jaw drops when you arrive. It’s a nunnery. You thought she was joking.

She gives a little laugh at you expression. “Come now, follow me. No talking.”

There is no question that those are commands. You follow her. As she approaches the door her latex bodysuit shimmers and becomes a flowery sundress. She turns and gives you an innocent looking smile.

A nun opens the door. With a stern expression she says. “Mother Superior will see you now.”

She leads you into a modest office. An older woman sits at a plain desk.

“Welcome Rachel.”

“Reverend Mother, I know you have some doubts, but you won’t find a better fundraiser than EvilGlam.”

“You’ll pardon me dear if I have some reservations.”

“Of course. My last fundraiser, raised over ten grand for orphans. You won’t find a better way to raise money. Why don’t I leave you with some brochures and samples.”

“That would be fine.”

Rachel leaves a bunch of paperwork and a large number of samples, mostly a bright red lipstick.

She places an open lipstick on the desk. “Try it Reverend Mother.”

“Perhaps. We’ll be in touch.”

She motions for you to leave. Rachel motions to you and you follow. You look back in horror as you see Mother Superior tentatively put a bit on her lips.

Rachel grins wickedly.

You follow her outside.

She turns to you with a less than pleased expression. She moves in close snaking a hand down your pants and bathing you in her scent.

“Now Nick, no more of that. You will enjoy it when I corrupt someone. You will smile and find yourself aroused.”

You cringe in horror. Somehow you know what she just said will become true. You want to escape, to run.