Make your boss a bit more interested in their job

With the two other problems at work made a little more amicable, you consider your current work situation much more bearable. But you know that eventually, Violet and/or her mother might get into the pants of the boss, Jonathan, and that would probably cause you more problems than it's worth. Especially considering how you wouldn't be against sucking his dick and having him fill your holes with cum tasting like sold-by-the-ounce kobe beef and expensive red wine, if he offered it.

You shake your head and focus on the stereotype gun instead of your inner slut's desires. You'd much prefer to fuck strangers and meet new people than getting caught as a rich boy's toy, even if you have no doubts you'd get accustomed to it. No, you decide it's probably for the best if you make your work environment a little bit more future proof to sustain your way of life, and you have just the right idea on how to make that happen.

You know Johnson will be in his office a floor above the rest of the offices, a comfortable distance from the spectacle of customer service and administration. You move up towards his office, guessing at what he's doing. Most likely reading a financial newspaper, following stock or playing solitaire, you guess. You knock on the door and he takes a breath before giving permission to enter. He sits with his computer, so you make an educated guess he was closing down some browser tabs with not-safe-for-work pages on them. Cute.

"Ah, Mary, right?" he says as he drinks in the view of your body.

"Yes," you smile and pull a little pose to casually present your breasts to distract him from the fact that you're holding your hands inconspicuously behind your back. You left the purse outside and placed the gun in your hands, but you wanted a few moments to think after you entered the office before you pulled the trigger. "There's a bit of a problem about work relationships I'd like to discuss," you say with a smile as you see he's sufficiently distracted, not suspecting a thing.

"What sort of work relationships are we talking about here," he retorts, tilting his head and returning a smile off his own.

"Professional, actually," you reply less flirtatious and more business-like than before, pulling out the ray gun and aiming it at him. You focus on your wishes for his fate for a breath, reminiscing about what you've been thinking about walking up here.

*ZAP*

You quickly move and put the gun back into the purse outside the door by feel, blinking the light out of your eyes. As you close the door and look back inside, you come across a completely different office. No longer sterile and slightly posh, now it's very posh but also very feminine, with racks of clothes and shoes, mannequins with various outfits, and big posters of models in various gorgeous outfits.

This is, in your eyes the office of a proper fashion slut, and in front of you, that's pretty much what you see.

"Oh my god, we're wearing the same outfit today," Johnson beams and comes hopping over on her heels to have a closer look at you and the clothing you're wearing. You wished for your boss to become "a slut from rich family that's actually really smart, generous and kind-hearted, and she spends her days working really hard because she is a fashion nerd, and she spends the nights exercising and having carefree sex with people she find attractive. She's professional and prefers to keep business and pleasure separate, but loves being naughty and breaking the rules now and then."

"Your tits look amazing, have you added more?" she asks with a lewd smile as she gives you a quick squeeze. "You know, if it wasn't for you encouraging me, I'd never dare to go under the knife for my own. And look at me now!" she beams and gives her own set of bolted on boobs a shake with a giggle.

"No I haven't, yet," you smirk back and giggle at the comment, then you remember something awesome. "Oh! Oh! I have an appointment in the basement in the new anonymous room," you beam, knowing you two are about to have some fun, "care to join me?"

"Oh my god, is it done?" she asks, eyes going wide before she puts on a conspiring look. "I thought it would take a bit longer."

"Well you got me enough cash to pay them off quite nicely, and with some beta testing they finished it quickly," you answer. It was actually quite fun to design your own glory hole department in the basement with options for anonymous entrance and exits for all, and now you have the opportunity to get the boss some dicks to suck on, without everyone knowing it's her lips wrapped around their cocks during work hours.

"I'm in," she says, and you both quickly find yourself in the basement jerking off a few guys with your mouths and pussies.

You find yourself thinking that working here just got a whole lot more interesting, as you both wash off the worst of the remains. You thank June (her new name and now one of your best slutty friends, you realize from new memories) and head back out to stay another thirty minutes and try to do your real job.

You help a few male customers get new ties and shirts while absentmindedly considering your situation. Work is pretty much a perfect place now; there's no problems working for two hours then having a twenty minute break for some... lunch. Janet and Violet were no threat, and June was an eager accomplice but also a dedicated boss with interest in the field. You smile to yourself and ponder what to do next.