Dealing with problematic customers

Now, this hotel is a pretty nice hotel in a popular tourist destination. Its big. I mean real big. Our max capacity is just under 3000 people, so we get all sorts of people. From VIPs to your average small family. Our hotel has 2 restaurants a pool with a slide, even a gift shop. As a consequence, there are a lot of complaints to deal with, previously, as a manager, I had to deal with my fair share. Now as the owner, I only have to deal with the worst ones.

Either way, after fucking the new Jess like that, the last thing I wanted to deal with when I got back to the main desk was a customer complaint, but here we are. There is a well dressed woman, likely in her 40's is standing at the counter, irate about something. I approach her and ask, "What seems to be the problem ma'am?"

"One of your employees sexually harassed me!" She says indignantly.

"Why don't we go to my office to discuss this. We'll be sure to make this right." I say.

She seems pleased with my response and follows me into my office. When we enter, I ask Molly to leave for a few minutes, and she does.

"Now ma'am you'll be completely honest with me." I say while holding the stone, "What exactly happened."

"Nothing happened, I made it up." She says, and her eyes go wide, "Why did I tell you that?"

"Why did you make it up?" I say.

"I always do this to get free stays, I've been doing it since college. It works around half the time." She says, looking more and more concerned.

There is a non-zero chance that she would have gotten me fired today if it weren't for this stone, so I'm more than a little mad. I can fix that though.

"What's your name?" I ask.

"Harriette Bordeau." She replies.

"Well Harriette, you're going to be a backseat rider in your mind from here on out. Your memories and consciousness will be preserved no matter what changes I make, but you're going to be watching and experiencing through your eyes and body, but you'll have no control. The rest of the universe will change related to how I change you, but your mind will stay a prisoner in the new body. All this is starting with you staying here quietly as I change you." I say.

She looks more and more panicked sitting in the chair.

"First, your name isn't Harriette Bordeau anymore, that's too boring for what you have in store, from now on you're Stephanie Cummings. Oh, and you're 25 years old." In front of me she begins de-aging. Time to keep going, "Stephanie, you've got a pornstar body, all natural, big tits and ass, slim waste, and platinum blonde hair." These changes too take shape in front of me.

"You're a trust fund kid, who inherited her father's fortune a few years ago when he passed away, you've got around 50 million dollars to your name. You use that money to enjoy your life the way you want to, which involves touring lots of hotels. The reason you do this is because you have an overwhelming fetish for male hotel staff. You go hotel to hotel, paying for expensive rooms, and then fucking one or more male employees every day you stay there. You stay until you've fucked every male there, or until you've stayed 5 days, then you go to the next hotel, and you've just begun your stay here today. Once you've seduced an employee, you'll do whatever they want. The more humiliating, embarrassing, or degrading Harriette would find it, the more it turns Stephanie on." I say.

Stephanie's gaze changes throughout my changes, until now she's staring at me with hunger, "Well Mr. Owner, how would you like to be the first one I take for a spin at your hotel?" She asks, running her hand between her barely covered tits.

"Sorry, I'm already spent right now, but I'm sure one of our male employees would gladly take you to your room and help you." I say.

"Thanks! I'll be sure to tip him well!" She says. Leaving the office.

When she leaves Molly re-enters, "What did she want?"

"Oh nothing, just some slut looking for cock." I say.

"You didn't give her my fill, did you?" She asks.

"No no, I'll still have some cock for you tonight when you finish the paperwork." I say.

"Just thinking about it makes me all wet. Its going to be hard to do some of the paperwork like this." She says.

"Well, if you need to relieve yourself, feel free to lock the office door." I say with a wink as I leave the office again.