First you have to get past Jack

I followed Rachel inside, trying not to strain my neck too much looking around at Ms. Walsh's incredible mansion. She had a grand piano, chandeliers, ornate rugs, and anything else that might make a place look rich. It was like she was trying to show off how well she'd done.

When we got to the living room, a muscular gorilla in a black suit met us and said, “Hello, Rachel. Ms. Walsh is busy right now, but I'll take the papers to her office.” He shot me a sideways glance, the kind that said he didn't think I was worth talking to. Like he's he knew he was better than me just by the look in my eyes. Or maybe because I was still wearing my janitor's uniform, but either way, I didn't like it.

I pointed the watch in his general direction and pressed the chime button. As his eyes went blank I said, “Have a seat on the couch, Jack.”

Rachel looked confused as Ms. Walsh's assistant followed my commands with a glassy eyed stare. Before she could ask any questions, I said, “Roses are red. Rachel, forget what you just saw. From now on, any time you see me do something weird, just accept it, then forget about it. Violets are blue.”

Rachel came back to life and smiled, then busied herself with something in her purse as I moved close to Jack. I wanted to make sure he heard every word of this.

“Hey Jack, you think Rachel's hot, right?”

“Yes,” said Jack with the same sleepy tone that Rachel had had earlier.

“Yeah, everyone does. But you really have it bad for her. You want to suck on those big tits like a drowning man wants to suck air.”

“Yesss.” His voice had a sense of desperation now.

“Right now, you're hornier than you've ever been. Seeing Rachel always works you up like that. As soon as we leave the room, you're going to wake up, whip out your cock, and jerk it hard while fantasizing about Rachel. But you won't be fucking her in the fantasy, I will, because you can tell just by looking at us that I'm going to be the one banging that pussy. You're going to fantasize about sitting off to the side and watching me fuck her while she insults you for not being good enough. You'll regret thinking bad of me and accept that if I get to fuck a hot bit of ass like her, I must be way better than you. Got that, Jack?”

“Y, y, yes!”

“Good man, Jack. Enjoy your jerk, you jerk.”

I gestured for Rachel to lead the way. She smiled, completely oblivious about what had just happened, and winked at me saucily. Then she turned and led me through more hallways.

When Rachel pointed to a heavy oak door, I opened it and walked through without knocking. Ms. Walsh looked up from her desk. She was in her late thirties and still looked great, other than a few crows feet from the stress of business. As horny as I was, I couldn't help noticing the hint of cleavage peaking from under her white blouse.

“How dare you barge into my office! Wait, aren't you one of my janitors? What the hell are you doing here? You're fired! Get out!!”

I raised the watch and pointed it at her.