She does the presentation without any magic

"Thank you, Michael," she said, giving him her best smile. She decided not to try any magic just yet. She wanted to enjoy just being Donna and experience the world through her eyes.

Helen began her presentation, and the room was quiet and attentive. She siphoned information from her host's memories, confidently talking about a new strategy in managing their clients' assets. As she spoke, she felt herself grow more comfortable. It became easier to use Donna's knowledge and expertise, and before long, she was confidently holding the room's attention.

A feeling of warmth spread through her body as she continued her presentation. She had never experienced anything like this before, but it felt amazing. There was a sense of empowerment, of authority and confidence. Sure she was a manager at the leisure centre in her own body, but it was nowhere near the same. People there didn't really respect her. She had to constantly assert herself, and there were a few people who openly disregarded her. But this was completely different. These people, both male and female, were looking at her with admiration and respect. She was in complete control.

As the presentation drew to a close, Helen thanked her colleagues and took her seat. A murmur went around the room, and Helen could tell they were impressed.

"Very good, Donna," Michael said, smiling. "I think we can agree that was very insightful and we'll be taking forward some of your recommendations."

Helen's heart fluttered as a chorus of agreement went around the room. She had never felt so validated, and the praise from Donna's colleagues made her feel incredibly proud.

The meeting carried on, and the topic of discussion shifted. Helen barely paid attention, instead taking this time to observe her colleagues and let her imagination run wild. She knew Donna had fantasised about Michael fucking her, but what about the other men?

Helen eyed up each man and scanned her host's memories, trying to identify which men had featured in her fantasies. To her delight, almost all the men had appeared in her dirty imaginings.

'Donna, you kinky bitch,' she thought to herself. 'But you've never had the nerve to act on any of them. Well, not until now.'

Helen could feel a heat growing in the pit of her stomach and spreading between her thighs. Her clit was throbbing, and the soft, satin material of her underwear was rubbing against her with every movement. The sensation sent sparks through her body, and her breath hitched as her panties became damp.

"Right, that's all we've got time for," Michael said, closing the meeting.

Helen was dragged from her reverie, and her heart jumped into her throat. Had anyone noticed she was staring at them and had not been listening? Thankfully, her colleagues began to chat amongst themselves, packing up their papers and making their way out the room. Helen exhaled slowly, her nerves fluttering.

"Donna," a voice said beside her, and she jumped.

She turned to see the man from the lift. His dark eyes were fixed on her, and she could see desire in his gaze. Helen noted that Donna didn't know his name, he was clearly new and hadn't been working with the company long.

"Yes," she replied, her tone professional.

"I just wanted to say I thought your presentation was very insightful," he said. His tone was soft, but she could hear a note of arousal in it.

"Thank you," she said, smiling sweetly. She held his gaze, letting her eyes wander over his face. He was cute, with tanned skin and a strong jawline. He had dark brown eyes and thick black hair. "I remember you from the lift this morning. Sorry, I didn't get your name."

The man blinked, his cheeks flushing slightly. "It's, uh... It's Tom. Look, I'm sorry about what happened. I don't know what came over me."

There was no-one left in the room now except the two of them. Helen smirked and leant closer to him.

"Don't worry about it, Tom," she whispered. "I was quite enjoying myself. In fact, I'd love for it to happen again."

"You... You would?" he asked, his eyes wide.

Helen nodded. She reached out and took hold of his tie, running her fingers down the soft, silky material.

"Well, maybe we could discuss it later," she murmured. "As much as I'd like to squeeze you in today, I've got a busy afternoon."

"Oh, yes, of course," Tom stammered.

Helen smiled and released his tie. She could tell he was completely taken by her, and it made her heart flutter. It was a wonderful feeling to know she had that kind of power over someone.

"I'll be thinking about you, Tom," she purred, before turning and leaving the room.

She could feel the middle aged man's eyes burning into her back, and she was sure he was staring at her arse. Helen smiled and sauntered out, making sure her hips swayed as she walked away.