You go to work

"Jeez." You slump into your chair at your desk, still in disbelief that you managed to fall asleep in a taxi.

For the first time since the bizarre subway journey you have time to think about the strange activities that have befallen you lately. You haven't gotten laid in a year, so you can safely consider having sex twice in 12 hours as unusual. Combining this with a strange ghostly apparition and feeling utterly exhausted, the only thing you know for sure is that finding answers with a search engine is going to be difficult.

Of course, you don't have time to try, because it's time for your first meeting.

The meeting is boring, so you watch the office floor through the glass of the meeting room.

'Good god, the intern's pretty,' you think to yourself, surprised to even be thinking about sex after having done it twice in 12 hours. It's hard to not notice the pretty girl, dressed to impress in her preppy, royal blue business suit and knee length skirt.

You stalk her with your eyes as she takes a pile of papers to the copier, only wishing to yourself that her skirt was a bit tighter. You watch her stretch onto her toes as she slides more paper into the top of the machine. As the light from the copier flickers across the paper, she pauses for a moment to adjust herself. You admire the youthful curve of the college girl's ass as she leans forward again, wondering if the skirt was tight enough after all.

All of a sudden, she snaps upright like a soldier and spins around to face you directly with a militant expression, which sends you into a panic. You avert your eyes, wondering how on earth she could know you were staring at her ass, and search for somewhere to look, settling on the light above the boardroom table. You calm your breathing and take a sideways glance to see if playing innocent had saved you from a conversation with HR. Your heart stops when you see that not only is she not looking at you, but she is walking directly towards the meeting room door. You close your eyes and pray for your career for a second as she gets closer. She beckons, surprisingly commandingly for a barely-above teenage intern in a corporate headquarters, but you don't stop to question it.

You excuse yourself from the meeting and sheepishly come out of the meeting room to talk to her.

"Would you come with me please?" She asks in her normal sweet tone, loudly enough that my colleagues in the meeting could hear.

"Mhmm," you say, trying not to sound like a schoolboy about to be told off.

You follow her into the office's storage hallway and watch her look out in each direction. Satisfied that nobody was watching, her innocent demeanor drops again, as if her whole life until now had been an act. She opens the door to a cupboard and shoves you into it, following and locking the door behind her.

"You probably have questions..." She sounds 10 years older.

"Uh, yeah." It slowly sinks in that this isn't because she knew you were staring at her ass. "So this isn't about--"

"Yes, I know you were staring at her, I mean my ass." She snaps, seemingly under some kind of time pressure. "But that's not what this is about, no. Haven't you noticed anything odd recently?"

You nod, thinking. "Yeah, I guess. You're behind all of this?! How? And why me?"

"I'm behind-- Wait, you think the intern in your office has magical powers and uses them to enhance your sex life? Seriously?" The intern looks at you scathingly, a bizarre sensation for you, her senior.

You process. "No, maybe, wait, you're not you?"

"No. I can take bodies, or just manipulate them. Remember me? From the subway," she says. "The more power I have, the more I can do. Thank you for that, by the way."

You're more confused, rather than less. "Thank me? What did I do? And what do you mean, 'the more you can do'?"

She groans in frustration with you. "How is it not obvious? Have you experienced anything out of the ordinary recently?" She asks in a patronising tone. "Connecting the dots yet? As for what I can do," she squeezes her breasts to emphasise the small A-cups in her figure-hugging top. Your eyes nearly fall out as her hands start to be pushed away by some **** in her top. Her breasts are growing in front of your eyes into little grapefruit-sized handfuls.

She looks tired, but she steps towards you and runs a hand down your chest, not stopping as it enters your pants.

"Holy shit." You feel stupid in front of the tiny intern as you try to piece this together. "So ... when ... I have ...sex, that gives you power?"

"Ding ding, well done..." She rolls her eyes. "This is the earliest I have been able to take a body to talk to you." Her hand starts to massage your hardening cock. "But I've been around, pulling strings for you. I don't have long. We have time for one last question before, well," she looks down to her hand in your pants as she squeezes your hard rod gently.

You start to panic. "Why me? What are you going to do with me?"

"Why would you think it's about you? I could do, and am doing for that matter, this with other people. But I don't want anything with you. I thought you looked like fun. I just need power for my--" She pauses and looks bewildered before her posture softens.

"Lucy?" You feel a new wave of panic as the intern wakes up in front of you, in a store cupboard, with her hand on your cock.

She looks around, confused, trying to find her bearings, before she snaps back into her possessed posture and speeds up the jerking. "GOD. I don't have long: will let me just say this? You can either play along and enjoy an amazing time, or I can turn your life into a living hell. Which will it be?"

So many questions in your mind, none of which you can keep in your head while the newly busty young intern jerks you off in a supply cupboard. "Can I trust you? What do you really want? Am I safe? Are you evil? Ungh." You grunt as she speeds up.

"What's," she slides your pants down to get better access to your cock, "it going to be? All these women around you. We can either turn them on, or I can turn them on you."