Vigilant Security Systems

You work for a security company. Not one of those home monitoring services, Vigilant specializes in large office buildings and corporate campuses. You had convinced your boss, Karen Frum, to consider branching out to extremely wealthy home owners, reasoning that they'd rather have a security company not accessible to middle class home owners. Nothing suckers the wealthy like exclusivity.

That was no doubt the reason for the multiple phone calls that morning. You were supposed to be meeting with the first prospective client, the personal assistant of Reginald Worthington IV, there at the Worthington Estate, to make your sales pitch. You call into the office to find that Karen has gone to the estate in your stead and looks forward to firing you later when she gets back.

You're pretty sure you can change her mind.

You make Ellen and Wanda more human looking, though insanely hot, but leave their personalities as you left them last night, adoring and devoted to you, Wanda the submissive little sister to Ellen.

Ellen is self-employed and doesn't have any client meetings that day, so the girls are fine to spend the day cleaning the house, macking on each other and shopping for sexy underwear. The remote was even able to set them up with ids and a stack of cash.

You arrive at the Worthington Estate and persuade security to let you in by aiming the remote at anyone who objects. The last person you have to 'convince' is the honest-to-god butler that answers the door.

Once he comes to, he dutifully leads you to the office where Reginald Worthington IV's personal assistant, Roxanne, is meeting with your boss. Along the way, you catch a glimpse of the most recent Mrs. Worthington, a bored-looking Thai woman with the best figure money could buy. You would need to get to know her better, you think, but you really need to deal with your boss first.

Jeeves presents you upon reaching the office. His name hadn't been Jeeves before you turned the remote on him, but it seemed an amusing thing to add as long as you had him entranced.

Karen is not at all happy to see you. The solid block of a woman was known for her 'resting bitch face' but for you, she brings out the 'active bitch face' and if the client hadn't been there, she surely would have started dressing you down immediately.

The client is a statuesque dark-skinned woman with tight short curls. She looks confused.

"Mr. Peters!" She exclaims in a South African accent. "Ms. Frum said you had taken ill!"

"Oh, yes, I woke up with a stiffy," you explain. "My wife and her sister were able to help me out with it, but it took them a while. I'm so glad Karen was able to entertain you while you waited for me to get here."

This was more than Karen can take. She roars.

"Bill, what the hell do you think you're doing?!?!" She demands. "You are so fired! You'll never work in this industry again! In any industry! By God, if you don't get out of here right now..."

She pauses in mid threat. Or, rather, you pause her in mid threat.

"What... What did you do to her?" the South African asks in fascinated horror.

"Oh, she's fine," you tell Roxanne. "See?"

And Worthington's assistant pauses as well. You look forward to playing with her, but Karen is the reason you took the long drive out to the estate.

You turn to your boss and unpause her. But before she can continue her threat, a blue dot on her forehead leaves her docile and receptive. That's a look you've never seen on her before, but you like it.

"You know, Karen, if we're going to seal this deal with Mr. Worthington's personal assistant, I really should have a personal assistant of my own, right?" You tell her.

"Right," she says in entranced agreement. "You should have a personal assistant."

"And since you didn't authorize me to have one when I asked last budget meeting, it's only fair that you should be my personal assistant," you reason.

"Only fair..." Karen agrees.

"You'd rather be my personal assistant than my boss anyway, because you have a terrible crush on me and doing what I tell you makes you happy and turns you on," you inform her.

"So happy to do what you tell me..." She agrees and sighs contentedly.

"You should call me Mr. Peters. And I'll call you...KiKi," you decide. "You like me to call you KiKi. It was your stripper name when you were working your way through college and you liked it so much you kept it."

"Yes, Mr. Peters...Call me KiKi..." She dreamily agrees.

You turn off the mind revision function and your former boss blinks to full consciousness and smiles in shy anticipation of whatever you might ask of her next, barely even aware of the frozen South African woman in the room with you.

"I'm so glad we could come to an agreement about our positions in the company, KiKi, because I know we'll both be MUCH happier now that you're my personal assistant," you tell her.

"Oh YES, Mr. Peters!" The newly-christened KiKi gushes. "It's my dream job!"

"Well that's fortunate!" You say. "Because I recently came across this device that I can use to turn you into the PERFECT personal assistant! Would you like me to use it on you?"

"More than anything, Mr. Peters, sir!" She nods enthusiastically.

"Then stand up and smile!" You say, and open up the physical modification menus.