The New Coach Chapter 32 (Lakshmi’s PoV)

Lakshmi’s PoV:

“Ms. Mohen…Lakshmi Mohen, do you have any questions regarding the workplace culture and rules?”

“Mrs. Andersen? Why are you dressed like that?” I asked the middle-aged lady in front of me.

Mrs. Michelle Andersen was my professor when I was in law school. She was quite a strict and no-nonsense woman. She was also quite prudish. But the one in front of me was quite far from Mrs. Andersen that I knew. She was in a skimpy parody of a secretary costume with a mini skirt and a cropped, sleeveless shirt that revealed her midriff. She unbuttoned a few buttons of her top to show her ample cleavage. The thing Mrs. Andersen usually tried to hide. As she preferred to be known for her expertise rather than her appearance. But that wasn’t the most shocking thing from her getup. I could see two wires dangling out from under her mini skirt. I hope it wasn’t what I thought of. Vibrators. Mrs. Andersen would never shamelessly use a vibrator in public like the slut in front of me.

Mrs. Andersen shook her head in disapproval, “Do you not listen to what I have been saying for the last thirty minutes, Ms. Mohen? Why did I dress like this, you ask? Because this is our law firm dress code. Being slutty is mandatory for all female employees in Lebron & Associates. If you had any objection to the dress code, maybe you aren't fit to be a permanent addition to our ranks.”

Law firm? I finally remember where I am. The pristine, expensive-looking office. The glamour plaque on the wall with the word ‘Lebron’ emblazoned in the golden plaque. I was hired by Lebron & Associates as a Junior Associate with probation. No…that couldn't be right. The name of the law firm wasn't Lebron & Associates, it's…what was the name again?

Silly me. Why did I think the name wasn't Lebron & associates? I might think of a different law firm and get it mixed.

I resolved to do well in the probation and kept my position. I would do anything to show that I fit with the law firm.

But that was before I saw Mrs. Andersen’s slutty getup. Something was wrong here.

Mrs. Andersen resumed, “Lakshmi, I didn’t expect you to disappoint me. I have a big expectation about you, you are my brightest student. It’s a pity to just kick you out, so I will give you a second chance.”

As she threatened to fire me right away, I finally registered the situation and was filled with dread. The doubt I had that something was wrong was pushed to the back of my mind quickly. The most important thing on my mind was to keep my job.

“Thank you for the second chance, Mrs. Andersen. I wouldn’t disappoint you.”

“Get naked then.”

“Sorry?”

“Get naked. I will count down from ten. If you haven’t started to undress, it means you aren’t serious about working here.” The blonde MILF explained. “10…9…8…”

I frantically unbutton my blouse and suit, and then unbuckle my pants. Why did I wear such stuffy clothes?

“1…0.” Mrs. Andersen finished counting. I didn’t manage to get naked, but only went down to my underwear.

Mrs. Andersen shook her head; her disapproval made my heart freeze.

“Please, Mrs. Andersen, give me another chance. I will do anything for you.”

“Hmm…Anything, even outside of work?”

“Anything,” I said without hesitation. I know that hesitation would only make Mrs. Andersen think that I wasn’t serious.

“So be it, looking at how resolved you are, I will give you another chance. I don’t want you to hesitate anymore when I give your order, do you obey?”

She no longer used ‘do you understand’ to ask whether I understood her command, but ‘do you obey’, demanding obedience directly from me.

“Yes, I will obey,” I replied.

I didn’t know where and when Mrs. Andersen got it, but she handed me a pair of scissors. “Cut your underwear.”

I did as she commanded and hacked apart my bra and panties with the scissors.

“You will do the same with all your underwear in your home. You will not use any underwear ever again. And then, you will throw all your clothes that weren't sexy and revealing into the dumpster. You might cut your skirt into a short mini skirt that barely covers your panties if you want to keep them. You can make some modifications to your dress and top into a slutty clothing piece if you want to keep them.” Mrs. Andersen finished her words and looked deeply at me.

I never expected that her demand would be so overreaching. But I was the one who agreed that I would do anything she commanded me, even outside of work.

Her gaze told me what reply she expected to hear from me without her needing to tell me

“Yes, I will obey.”

“Good girl.” Mrs. Andersen's expression finally softened.

Moments later, I felt my surroundings twist and turn. A sudden dizzy spell hit me. It became harder for me to open my eyes as the room spiralled faster.

I close my eyes. The dizzy spell seemed to be gone after a few moments.

I gradually opened my eyes, and I was no longer in the office of Lebron & Associates, but in my familiar bedroom.

Why am I here? Wasn’t I just in the office a moment ago? What happened?

I was still puzzled, but then I looked at my hand. A scissor. The same one that Mrs. Andersen gave me. It reminds me of her order. Cut all my underwear and threw away all the non-sexy clothes I had in the dumpster. But should I do her order? She wouldn’t know whether I did it or not anyway. As long as I avoid meeting Mrs. Andersen after work, she wouldn’t know if I still keep all these boring, prudish clothes and underwear.

Why did I call my clothes boring?

“Are you going to go back on your word, Mimi?”

Who is that? Who just called me? Nobody had called me Mimi, except my family. And the voice wasn’t my mom’s voice or my sister’s. The voice sounded…like my own.

“Here, Stupid slut. Come to the mirror.”

No, I’m not stupid slut!

I walked toward the source of the voice with fury. I stopped in front of the full-body mirror beside my wardrobe.

“Hello, Mimi.” greeted the woman in the mirror.

I couldn’t believe what I saw. The one in the mirror was me, but also not me. What I saw in the mirror was a slutty Indian girl with face caked with makeup, wearing a skimpy mini skirt and tube top that was barely able to contain her huge tits.

“Who are you?”

“Of course, I’m Laskhmi Mohen. The real one,” replied the girl in the mirror.

“What do you mean the real one?”

“You always think of yourself as a smart girl, how can you not understand this simple thing? I’m you, the real you. The real Laskhmi Mohen is a slutty girl who craves cocks.”

“No, I’m not like that. I don’t crave cock! I won’t be tricked by you, devil! How can you be real if you are inside the mirror and I’m here on the outside and able to freely move?”

“Oh no, you got it wrong, Mimi. I’m not inside the mirror. I’m inside you. The mirror just reflects who you really are. A slutty girl. And I am no devil, I am just you.”

“No…you lie!” I keep denying her words.

“Keep denying it, but you know deep down, I’m telling the truth. You have been suppressing yourself. Acting like a perfect good girl for your family. But remember the time when you first watched porn, when your finger frantically rubbed your pussy for the first time, how good is it, Mimi?”

“It feels so good,” I blurted out. Without realizing my hand had rubbed my pussy.

“But the guilt and fear stopped you from enjoying the pleasure to the fullest. Because you fear that if someone knows that you are just a cock-craving slut, you fear that your friends, family, and society will condemn you. And thus, Mimi was born. The perfect good girl. While you keep me under. You tried to bury me, forgetting what you really are, but Mimi, you aren’t me, even if you call yourself using my name, Lakshmi. But I must thank you. You did your job well. Now that we are hired by Lebron & associates, there is no need to put on a good girl act anymore. We can be what we are, a cock-craving slut. But for that, we needed to keep our position. So, obey the command. I won’t take over the control of our body; you will still do the hard work, but I will guide us to enjoy the pleasure to the fullest from now on. But if you keep fighting it, and obstruct our chance. I’ll show you what I can do,” my reflection in the mirror sneered.

My body moved on its own without my control. I opened my wardrobe and grabbed a bunch of clothing from inside. Without hesitation, the scissors hack through them, ripping them apart and ruining the clothes. I kept grabbing one after another when I finished destroying one piece of clothing. After a while, I didn’t know whether I was under control or it was me who was fully in control, destroying all these boring clothes.

“Good girl, Mimi. Now, pick the sluttiest attire that we had. We need to go to work.”

“Go to work? What do you mean? Aren’t we just coming home from work?”

Just like before, the dizzy spell, my surroundings got twisted, my eyelids felt hard to stay open. And after a few moments, the dizziness vanished like it had never been there, and I could open my eyes again.

And I was back in the pristine office of Lebron & Associates. Mrs. Andersen was in front of me.

“You look good, Lakshmi. Giving you another chance was the right thing.” Mrs. Andersen gave me a nod of approval for my look. I could see that I was wearing a mini skirt so short it was practically just a belt, and a sleeveless, cropped shirt. Both were pieces of clothing that I amateurishly cut. But the nod of approval from Mrs. Andersen washed me with happiness.

The sexy blonde former professor continued, “But dress code is only one of our rules; there are still other rules you need to follow. And next, I will tell you the most important one. Follow me.”

I followed Mrs. Andersen to a room. There was a man inside. A man I know. Darel Lebron. Naked. His big black cock in full glory. Beside his leg, my mom was kneeling. She was like Mrs. Andersen, dressed in another skimpy secretary costume; the difference was that she had a leash around her neck, and Darel was holding the end of the leash.

“Mom, why are you here?” I asked in shock.

Mrs. Andersen interjected, “The second rule you need to follow is: Master Darel deserves all the sexy, hot women in your life. You should be happy if your mother serves Master Darel. No question should be asked. It’s normal to see hot women serve Master Darel. Remember, Master Darel was the highest authority in Lebron & Associates; his words can decide your future. If you want to stay in this law firm, you too, will submit to Master Darel. Now, crawl to him with me.”

Mrs. Andersen dropped to all four and started crawling toward the black man. She didn’t wait for me. I was left standing. Deciding for myself whether I submit to him or not. Soon, Mrs. Andersen arrived before the man, taking position before his other leg that had not been occupied. The two MILFs were like guardians to his cock. Both Mom and Mrs. Andersen looked at his cock with adoration.

“What are you waiting for, Mimi? We should submit to him. He holds all the authority. Our life will be decided by him. We can’t resist. We can’t escape. We can only obey. But look at your mom, she looks very happy and content being his pet. It won’t be bad to be his ****. Just look at his big cock, you feel it, right? Your pussy grew wet just looking at it. Imagine how good it is when he puts his big stick in your cunt. You shouldn’t hesitate anymore.”

I could hear Lakshmi’s voice. She’s right. Always right. There’s no point in resisting. I can only obey. I needed to submit myself to him. To be his ****. I crawled toward my Master.

“How do you feel?” Master Darel removed the helmet from my head.

“Horny.” I didn’t feel any shame saying my true feelings to him, even in the presence of mommy.

“Anyway, isn’t it my turn to ask you another question?” I asked him.

The man nodded.

“Will you fuck me? My pussy is so hungry for your cock.”

“What’s the sudden change of feelings, Lakshmi? Didn't you say before that you didn’t want me to get close to your mom before? Fearing that I will fuck her.” He smirked triumphantly.

I blushed in shame. I no longer hold any racial prejudice against him. I knew my place. No – I knew our place, mom, me, and my sister. We should submit to his cock.

To be continued.

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