No

“No! No I would never! It’s just so frustrating that he thinks I would.”

Steven knew she was being totally honest with him, and something about that unlocked a new urge. He wanted her to cheat. And he wanted her to cheat with him.

“I think every woman would cheat given the right opportunity.” Steven tested the waters, wanting to see what she’d say.

“Not me. Honestly, I’d never. I really love Brian.”

Steven looked around. Everyone else in the cafeteria was engaged in their own conversations or deep in their devices. “What’s he like in bed?”

“I guess I don’t really know. We’ve only done hand stuff and he’s the only guy I’ve ever been with.”

A virgin at 19. A grin played across Steven’s face. He absolutely needed to have her. He wanted nothing more.

“Eliza, unbutton your top button.” He wanted to press her to see how far she’d go.

Sure enough, Eliza reached up and unbuttoned the top button, putting her cleavage on display. He had to restrain himself from licking his lips.

“I think lunch is over, let’s go back to my office.”

“Ok.”

Almost robotically, Eliza stood and gathered her things. She waited for Steven to stand and lead the way, which he did hastily. He was excited to see what he could make the girl do. And he was extraordinarily grateful for the fact that his office had full walls, none of the glass nonsense that most modern office buildings had.

Alone in the elevator with his intern, Steven reached down and grabbed her ass. Eliza continued to stare ahead placidly, not reacting to the groping in the slightest.

“Eliza, do you like when I touch your ass?”

“No sir. It feels very inappropriate. But it is turning me on.”

So she’d still be honest. That was good information to know. And knowing that she was turned on was also good. She was his puppet, specifically his slutty puppet, as the hypno-gif had said she would be. He squeezed, not removing his hand. He thought about seeing if he could make her like it, but decided this was more fun.

They rode in silence, Steven kneading his intern's ass throughout the short trip. When they reached their floor, he patted her bum to signal for her to walk forward. She did, robotically making her way to his office. She paused at the door, waiting for him to open it for her. He did, gallantly, and she went to stand in the middle of the room. Steven closed the door and locked it behind him. He circled the nineteen-year-old, taking in her body and deciding what to do first. She was entirely at his mercy, and he wasn’t sure he had a lot of mercy to go around.