interrupted

As Zeke and Beth walked off hand in hand, they heard a female voice call from behind. "Beth, where do you think you're going?!"

The couple turned around and saw a statuesque woman in her late 20's storming their way. "Who's that?" asked Zeke.

"Uh oh," said Beth, "It's Ms. Langston, my manager. If she ain't happy, ain't nobody happy!"

"Well, I'm sure I can smooth this out," said Zeke as Ms. Langston stopped in front of them.

"Why is the cosmetics counter unmanned? Where's Laynie?"

"Calm down," said Zeke, "You need to listen to me. I'll explain it all. Trust me!" The bone warmed his hand.

Ms. Langston's body relaxed a bit. "OK, explain all of this," she said crossing her arms.

Zeke looked over the woman. She was about 6'0 in flats, wore a conservative gray pin-striped skirt with matching blazer over a black blouse. Her auburn hair was thick and lucious, but pinned up into a massive bun on the back of her head. She was about 20 lbs overweight, but shapely none the less. She had a slightly upturned nose and a weak chin, but nice green eyes. "Laynie is masturbating somewhere," said Zeke.

"What?!" said Ms. Langston. "What does she think she's...."

"Calm down again!" said Zeke. "There's nothing wrong with masturbating on the job. You will encourage it and set an example for your employees by setting aside half your lunch break to masturbate in the employees' restroom every day. You know that's a great policy."

Ms. Langston blushed a bit and smiled at the floor. "Yeah, you're right."

"Yep," said Zeke. He concentrated, and Ms. Langston's butt and hips firmed as the excess fat melted away and muscle tone took over.

"What was that?" said Ms. Langston, as she looked over her shoulder and grasped her hips.

"A muscle spasm," said Zeke. "Now you're a sexy woman. Show it off at work. Wear mini skirts with heels no less than three inches high and tight blouses or sweaters with no bra. Let your hair down, and when you walk around the store, walk with by placing one foot directly in front of the other, so you hips sway seductively. Also if you're not holding anything, place your left hand on your hip and your right hand on the back of your head while you walk. Don't walk, strut!"

The woman blushed again, but agreed.

"Good, tell me your first name."

"Brenda," she said.

"No good. Ask people to call you 'Bunny;' it's much more professional."

"You're right again," said Bunny.

Zeke's power was making him horny. "Screw coffee!" he thought before turning to Bunny again. "Now got get some sexier clothes and shoes, and let me have the key to your office. Meet me and Beth there in a half an hour in your new clothes."

"OK," said Bunny. "She handed him the key, and walked off towards the women's department, pulling the pins out of her hair and strutting her way there.

"That was sooo weird!" said Beth. "How did you get her to agree to all of that and why do you need the key to her office?"

"I'm a very good manager and trainer of managers," said Zeke, "and you want me to bend you over Bunny's desk and fuck your brains out!"

It was Beth's turn to blush. She grabbed his hand and pulled him to the back of the store where Bunny's office was.