Spill filthy lies

Sophie: "Well I'm not sure what sort of outdated fashion zines you've been browsing Stacy, but I believe this is the latest and greatest in business casual."

Stacy: "You expect me to take an inch of that poppycock? I ought to write you up fo-"

The attitude Stacy's giving you doesn't suit you. You're a catgirl goddess, and if you say that cat ears and a tail are business casual, then it goddessdamn is. With a small twich of your ears, you change Stacy's mind. Her eyes flicker for a moment as she settles into this new headspace.

Stacy: "W..what was I talking about?"

Sophie: "You were saying something about my outfit?"

Stacy: "Oh, right! Peck-up job there. Been meaning to get those myself, too. Carry on."

Sophie: "Wait a moment, Stacy. What about my hefty pay raise?"

Stacy: "Your-"

Another ear flick. So tiny that it would barely even register.

Stacy: "-pay raise. Naturally. This company would be left in a lurch without a vigorous go-getter like yourself at our service. +150% seems fair to me."

Sophie: "I think so too, 300% is adequate."

Stacy: "*Three-*"

An ear twitch.

Stacy: "-hundred percent. That's exactly what I said. Fuck my sides, my head's giving me an admonishing today. You keep up the good work, tiger - Imma retire to my office for a hot minute."

Dealing with Stacy will be a cinch from now on. But what about your work? Could you use magic to just... have it done? Your magic did already create a functioning supercar/jet without any knowledge about engineering on your part.

You have a schedule for the next two months, with deadlines for all tasks and projects. You decide to copy every unfinished project onto a separate hard drive and then indiscriminantly 'magic it up'. You review the projects, and everything seems to be perfectly in line with the requirements. Frankly it looks even tidier than your usual output.

Sophie: "Pretty damn fine. Two months of work done in a second. I definitely earned that raise."

The rest of the morning you spend ogling hot guys on Instagram and lightly fondling yourself. Come lunch hour, your dear supervisor calls you into her office for a private chat, which you gladly accept. A little privacy will enable even more outlandinsh mind-bending shenanigans.

Stacy: "Sophie. At 9:31 AM, you sent me an email attachment containing every single project that I scheduled for you for the next two months. Some of which I know you hadn't even started on until today. What the fuck."

Sophie: "It's not like I got that pay raise for nothing, is it, boss? I felt that if I'm making triple salary, then I should work thirtyfold for it."

Stacy: "But this-... You couldn't have possibly... every timestamp in here is identical, is this a fucking prank? I...I-"

With a little itty bitty dose of mind control, your boss's head is turnt.

Stacy: "-What I'm obviously *trying* to say Sophie, is: good work. Your immaculate workflow and herculean work ethics save our company millions on the long run. Would you be interested in getting paid per project, as opposed to having a monthly wage?"

Sophie: "Can you estimate how this would affect my income?"

Stacy: "At your current productivity? At around two and a half thousand times your monthly salary. That is, if you truly are able to complete two months of work in half an hour."

Sophie: "Try me. How much work do you dare to pin on me?"

Stacy: "Uh... let's say a year's worth."

You leisurely rise from your chair and head for the door.

Sophie: "Send it to my station. I'll ping you with an email once it's done. Meanwhile, you can rewrite my contract."

Stacy: "Oh, get real. Rewriting a contract requires more red tape than mummifying Lenin; it'd take weeks to-"

You turn back to face Stacy with a piercing, gleaming glare. You don't even need to use magic for this.

Sophie: "Do it."

Stacy: "Yes ma'am!"

You head back to your station to play Minesweeper on your phone for a few minutes. Inattentively, you use your magic powers to open your email, download the attached task list, 'magic it up', and zip the created files. All this without so much as lifting your eyes from your phone, or touching the keyboard or mouse. Soon enough Stacy sends you the modified contract, and immediately after you send her back the finished work.

Stacy storms out of her office and into your cubicle.

Stacy: "You're tickling my balls, Sophie. How did you do this?"

Sophie: "A magician never reveals her secrets. But oh my, I believe I've earned a promotion too!"

Stacy: "Like fuck are we going to waste your potential in management. Sophie, this company needs-"

Your ears beg to differ.

Stacy: "-you to step up, and face the facts. The fact that I'm a hack, and completely inadequate in comparison to you. Please, take my position."

Hah, you didn't actually even want Stacy's crummy job, you just wanted to humiliate her. You'd much rather screw around on your phone all day, maybe magically insulate your cubicle so that you could dip your pen in company ink all day long... But that does give you an idea.

You call in an immediate company meeting to announce this sudden change in management. You humbly request that everyone take their work laptops with them.

Despite already looking like a verifiable goddess, you decide to combine the malleability from your tail and the magic of your ears to create an all-new appearance: one so salacious that looking at your miraculous visage feels like masturbation, and hearing you speak disables any rational thought. These features are all-important for your plans.

There you stand in your short tube skirt, leggings, high heels, white shirt, tie and a sensible black jacket, looking like a trillion bucks, exuding a sensuality known only to Deities. A completely average, formal company meeting is about to commence.

You await as everyone takes their seats. Already you can feel your magic working through their sanities. With a flowery voice, you breathily enunciante:

Sophie: "Glad that you all could make it... As you all well know, I've just been promoted to this managerial position... We're going to be making some... changes."

You focus on each of the computers that were brought in, and 'magic them up' in succession, completing almost twenty years worth of work in five seconds.

Sophie: "I've decided to take upon the entire workload of the company onto myself. You will still be paid, naturally. I only require your... diligent presence."

Most of your subordinates have cum at least three times by now. If you snapped your fingers and told them to moo, you'd have a very nice little dairy farm at the ready. But no, you're looking to do something else entirely.