Asami Sato

Asami had no idea what she was doing. Why she had accepted this interview for a job at a glorified porn company. Why she had come to this restaurant for the interview. Why anything.

She had more questions, too. Who was this mystery man offering the job and an absolute sweetheart deal, especially to some obscure, no-name middle manager with no executive experience? Why were they meeting in a public restaurant of all places? How could this company possibly afford to spend money like this?

All of it was shady and worrying, but all the answers boiled down to one thing: Asami was ****. Her life was in a rut, her career was going nowhere fast, and if this was half a sketchy as it seemed to be, it would be too good to pass up.

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Entering the restaurant, Asami was expecting it to be packed with the lunchtime crowd, bustling and noisy, just one more annoyance for her to deal with. But, to her surprise, the entire place was empty. No just customers, there was no host or servers or bartenders about either. Instead, the only other souls around were a tall man with a broad chest, alongside a Japanese woman with the most obscene figure Asami had ever seen, dressed in a tight bodysuit with a neckline plunging all the way down to her navel. She also stood perfectly still, with a serene stillness of her face that reminded Asami of a porcelain doll. Supremely creepy...

"Ah, Miss Sato, welcome, welcome!" The man, Rob Daily, founder and President of Slutter Incorporated, greeted her warmly. "Punctual, too. I'm impressed. May I introduce you to Izu, my personal assistance."

"Greetings, Miss Sato." Izu replied, bowing stiffly to Asami. Her creepy radar blared even louder with her robotic tone and stiff movements. Not to mention the odd electronic devices on her head. Some sort of advanced Bluetooth headset?

"Thank you, Mr. Daily." Asami replied, almost as stiffly as Izu. "I have to admit, I didn't know what to expect when you set the location, but it certainly wasn't this..." she took another look around the vacant restaurant. She could vaguely smell something coming from the kitchen, so presumably the entire staff wasn't gone.

"Oh, yes, well, I wanted something public yet private." Rob explained, as he stood up and pulled a chair out for Asami. She made neither note nor fuss of the gesture. "So, I asked the owner if I could have the place for myself. Gave him and the staff a couple grand each, to make it worth their while."

Asami frowned at that. "Considering you're asking me to become your primary executive, I think it would be wise to avoid such frivolous spending in the future, especially when your company is in it's infancy." Asami was pretty sure he had Rob's character down. She had far too much experience with this kind of man, and it was always a man. More money than sense and possessed of the idea that they could revolutionize the world with some sort of product or service. But they hardly thought things through, rarely had a plan for proper monetization, and burned through money like it would be worthless by the weekend.

"I appreciate the concern and note your instincts, very nice." Rob countered, returning to his seat. "But don't worry, Miss Sato, I have more than enough money to throw around. Izu-chan, could you please tell Miss Sato my current net worth."

The Japanese women's headsets beeped and she said a number, so large and absurd that Asami could hardly believe her ears. She gawked, mouth wide open, despite herself. Well, that would explain the similarly large and absurd salary Asami was being offered for the position.

"Uh... be that as it may, sir..." Asami said, recovering from her shock, not quite believing what she had heard. If true, it would mean that this Rob Daily, this unknown, was the wealthiest person on the planet by a magnitude of order. "I do have questions about this... Slutter." Ugh. The name felt so wrong. "I have read the duties of the position, but I saw no means of monetization or a proper business plan."

"Because there isn't one." Rob said, bluntly. "I do not care if Slutter runs at a loss, if it never turns a profit. I'll pay the entirety of it from my own pocket, and, as you just heard, I can do that for a long time. You see, I started my career as an artist, an erotic artist. Both drawings and stories. And despite how well pornographic material thrives online, rarely are there permanent places where such artists can thrive. So, I want to create an online haven for all things erotic and sexual, barring illegal and, frankly, immoral things like child sexual **** material. That is what Slutter is."

Well, those motives were... not noble, Asami wouldn't got that far, but there was something more there than Rob being a sleazy pornographer or a delusional techbro.

All things considered, especially the money, Asami decided this whole venture was worth giving a fair shot. When she asked, she was given a formal contract to look over, but she barely got through the first page when someone came out of the kitchen, strutting towards Rob.

"Robbie, baby~ Is it, like, time for me to show up yet?"

For the second time since entering the restaurant, Asami gawked, eyes almost bulging out of their sockets, as she saw her friend, Korra - a busty, blonde Korra with plump, puffy lips and dressed in an un-Korra-like red cocktail dress - appearing from nowhere and approaching Rob, her face light up with unbridled lust and love. And then she turned to see Asami.

"Omygawsh, Asami!"

Before she could react, Asami was swept up into a massive bear hug (Korra was still as strong as ever, it seemed), with her head being buried in the girl's cleavage, something she had fantasized about but never thought would happen.

Calling Korra and Asami "friends" may have been an over exaggeration. They were barely acquaintances, in truth, always crossing paths but rarely ever staying on the same track together. Regardless, Asami had developed a fierce crush on the other woman through the year, and was rather put out by the sudden appearance of this busty, bubbly version of her crush.

"Korra, I... uh..." Asami was flustered, blushing, her hair tousled and mussed by her marshmallow hell. "H-how are you...?" She said lamely, earning a giggle from Korra.

"Oh, like, y'know, same old, same old me. Nothin' new or anything. Ooh! 'Cept I changed my name to Korri, it's totes cuter, don'tcha think? Ooh, ooh! And I met Robbie here and he turned me into his bimbo slavegirl!"

"What?" Those words snapped Asami out of her dazed state, her focus returning just in time to see Korra and Rob share a sloppy, lustful kiss. Rage boiled in her stomach, bile rising to her throat.

"Yeah, it's totally the best! I don't hafta think anymore and I get fucked all the time!"

Rob saw the anger in Asami and replied with a smirk, saying, "And if you don't like this mode, I had a friend make some adjustments to Korri's psyche the other day. Watch this - 'Slutbender'."

Korri gasped, as much from surprise as pleasure, as her entire body trembled, eyes rolling into the back of her head. When they returned, Asami could swear she could see a glimmer of intelligence, which was otherwise lacking from the bimbo. Korri cooed, rolling her hips and curves, before sitting on Rob's lap, throwing her arms about him, but she kept her eyes locked on Asami.

"But I don't have to be a bimbo, Asami," Korri said, voice low and husky, dripping with lust. "Master can turn me on and off whenever he wants. But, whether on or off, I'm a total slut and totally obedient to my lord and Master." She purred, kissing him on the neck. "You should join me, you'd have the time of your life."

"That's it!" Asami slammed her palms on the tabletop and stood, livid, indignant. Almost moved to tears. She pointed an outraged finger at Rob "I have seen enough. You're just some weird, disgusting pervert, treating women like objects. I don't want anything to do with you or your company!"

She spun about on her heel, but didn't manage a step before Rob spoke up. "Now, hold on a minute." He was loud, but wasn't yelling. He took firm command of the situation, enough to stop Asami in her tracks. "You've said your piece on what you think of me, now let me tell you what I think of you, Asami Sato.

"Asami Sato, daughter of a titan of industry, who chose to follow in his footsteps. Excelled at athletic and academic pursuits, graduating top of her classes in both high school and college. However, you decided you didn't want to succeed based on you father's name and connections, so you set out on your own... and fell flat on your face. You work a dead-end job at a failing company, your youth and gender make you belittled by your peers, and your life is bereft of success in any category, including romance. Despite all of your talent, you have gone nowhere, and don't seem to be going anywhere else anytime soon.

"I, on the other hand, are offering you everything you have ever wanted - wealth, power, respect, and love. And I'm not offering this to you because I think you're some charity case, or because of your family, but because I believe in you, Asami! I believe you have the intelligence and drive to succeed. So, you can either walk out that door or you can sign that contract and prove everyone whoever doubted you wrong."

Asami exhaled an angry breath, frowning deeply. She hated to admit it, but Rob Daily was right. One-hundred percent. She had no accomplishments, no prospects, no girlfriend... she couldn't even remember the last time she went on a date! Whatever this pervert did to Korra, he was offering her a good job. She couldn't pass this up.

So, Asami sat down and read the contract, refusing to look up at Rob or Korri, who she could hear making out. The contract was fairly standard, despite the obscene salary being offered, along with full medical, dental, and two months worth of paid vacation a year. But, there were three passages that gave Asami pause due to how weird, perverted, and impossible they were.

1. Upon signing this contract, [Asami Sato] will become the loyal, loving, and obedient **** to Rob Daily
2. Upon signing this contract, Korri will become the loyal, loving, and obedient **** to [Asami Sato], in addition to being the **** of Rob Daily, her current occupation
3. Upon signing this contract, any romantic feeling [Asami Sato] has towards Korri will be transferred to Rob Daily. In addition, from that point forward, [Asami Sato] will feel intense love and lust towards Korri, but seeing her as a ****.

This was... just his idea of a sick joke, right? Asami couldn't believe this being enforceable in any manner. She briefly glanced up, regretting it immediately, as she saw Korri grinding up against Rob's crotch, while the man mauled her breasts with his massive hands.

Swallowing a lump in her throat, Asami took hold of a pen, staring at the contract, thinking of her lackluster life, and weighing her options.