The Art Department

For the next fifteen minutes, I just talked.

Which wasn’t that fun, since my vocal chords sure as Hell weren’t fully healed yet.

I watched Gretchen’s face contort with the sudden influx of new information.

I began with everything related to Maria. The chair, the FBI, the fake FBI calls, Hayley, the whole shebang. It was clear that Gretchie was shocked by finding out what a criminal her idol, her beloved boss was.

I told her everything, except that parts about Gloria. There was probably a better time for that. I just told Gretchen that I made Maria very angry by breaking into her mansion to find more information about her.

“Any questions?”, I asked after finishing up.

She blinked a few times, not sure how to deal with the depth of that question.

“…Multiple, master.”

“You’re allowed one. I still have some other business to do today.”

“…Okay… What was the phrase?”

“What phrase?”

“The… one you found in her mansion?”

“Oh… It was… let’s se…” For fuck’s sake. I never wrote it down. Was I just supposed to remember it after all this time? “It had something to do about frogs. And rain. And some date, I think the 14th.”

“Oh… okay…” Gretchen looked contemplative.

“Does that mean anything to you?”

“Vaguely… Yes. But I don’t remember why. I think I’d need to hear the full phrase.”

I sighed. “Fine. Maybe I’ll remember it at some point.” God damned. Did I have to break to her mansion again at some point? Then again, if this helped me to find out more about Maria’s actual crime… That would be a huge ace up my sleeve.

“But, as I said, I’m planning to make you the new owner of this magazine. For that, I need you to do a few things only you can do.”

I told her the bare minimum she needed to know. It was actually better the less she knew about my plan, so she could act genuinely surprised when it happened.

I knew Maria and Gretchen had a special friendship. Maria had really taken her under her wing at some point.

This plan was a biggie. I had been formulating the details of it in my mind for a good while now, and just added the finishing touches after spending some much needed alone-time after that grueling spankathon.

Things had to move forward. Maria needed to be stripped of her authority. Sure that wouldn’t make her less dangerous, but I was so tired of tip-toeing around this office. If Gretchen owned the magazine…. That would I mean I owned it, since I owned her.

Maria would never, ever, under any scenario, give the magazine to me. But there was a way she might be pushed to relinquish it to Gretchen.

“Do you think you could do that?”, I asked her sincerely, after explaining her part in the scheme.

She was quiet for a little while. I don’t think she was pondering the moral side of this, just if she could satisfy my demands adequately.

“I… think I can…”

“Good enough for me, cow-tits,” I said and grabbed her luscious melons again. She immediately closed her eyes and moaned, hoping this was a start of a brand new fucking session.

Nah. I really did have more business to take care of. Mondays were crazy.

Poor girl. She was probably hyper-sensitive now, this was probably the longest I’ve kept her orgasm locked. Well, I already had an idea when and how to best let that cork loose. And that wasn’t now.

I gave both of her tits two powerful slaps, and left the office leaving her flushed and probably rubbing herself for the rest of the day.

Now I needed to visit a place I very rarely had to.

Our art department.

I nearly slammed into Sophie leaving Gretchen’s office. She was fidgeting all over the place, the usual sarcastic coolness of her personality nowhere to be found.

She was rubbing her legs together. Oh I see. When did I first lock her? Was it like two weeks ago? She had been building up her frustration for all that time, and today she had her sexual dream-come-true happen. But still no orgasm. I didn’t blame her for starting to go crazy.

“What’s up, Sophie? Today been fun for ya?”

I guess she tried to smile, but looked a bit psychotic with her heightened pleasure neurons firing with all cylinders and finding no release.

“Um, yeah… SO, where you thinking of… going back to the basement? Like now?”

Scratch that. Better analogy was that she was like a crack addict looking for her next fix.

“No. Why would I?”, I said as I walked past her.

“I just… thought… you know… maybe you were planning to… use her again?” she said, trying to keep up with me.

Oh yeah. Her new desire was already bubbling to the surface.

“Nah. Already did that today.”

“But you know… She is just there… ready and stuff…”

“Wait, what?”

“Lana. She’s… still in the basement… ready to receive and stuff…”

Oh yeah. Shit. Right. I never gave Lana a permission to stop her doll-like behavior. So she was still in basement. On her knees. With my cum plastered on her naked face.

Just thinking about it got me hard.

She could wait a little longer.

“So why aren’t you taking more pictures of her?”

Sophie stopped, and began pondering the question herself.

“I… I’m not sure… Can I?”

“Go ahead. Unless it was something else you wanted to see?” I asked her teasingly.

Her desire for nude Lana pics should be pretty dead at this point. Perhaps she didn’t fully acknowledge that yet? All she knew was that she had a new, bigger desire. This one needed more participants.

“Do… DO you wanna come down too? To see if I use her correctly and… stuff?”

“Nope. And stop following me, you lazy fucker. I’ve got actual work to do.”

She stopped in her place. (SOPHIE: +4SP) (+22SP)

Full four points? I guess she found that offhand remark particularly humiliating.

She got so mad at my order, that her whole personality switched on a dime. “Well, fuck you, like anybody would believe that!”

I looked back with the most condescending frowny face I could make. “Aw man. When you talk like that, I don’t feel like giving you treats anymore.”

I could see her whole face drop again. I had her by the cunt, and we both knew it. Still, she had some of her pride left and refused to beg for forgiveness then and there.

But I knew she was already considering it.

I exited the office to the stairwell. Our art department was right across this way…

Wait… Perhaps Gloria went to the art department? That would make sense, she was definitely on this floor and I only heard a door opening… I just never assumed that she…

Anyway, no reason that stand around here. I went in.

So, what’s to say about our art department? I’ll try to keep it as brief as I can.

First of all, there weren’t that many rooms. The area was definitely smaller than the writing department. I think mainly because Gretchen and Maria ruled in that side, and bosses needed more legroom I guess. Yeah and our side also had that huge photo studio. I guess it would’ve made more sense to be on this side, but what are you gonna do. It’s not like we designed this building, our magazine just rented this floor.

There were two main areas here, each one populated by the clickety-clack of computers and people in front of them.

There was the online side, which fully focused on keeping up our website pretty and coming up with new innovative ideas for it. All in all three people. All women. All women I had never even met. The change rate here was dazzling. These three people were hired within the last year. I knew that Maria was rarely happy with how our site looked and kept looking for new talent.

Which made sense, I guess. This whole business was going online. Who even read magazines anymore? All I knew about these young lasses was that they were supposed to be some hot-shot team that doubled the amount of clicks on any website they worked on. It hadn’t happened here yet, though.

Despite that, I guess we still got a sensible amount of revenue from publishing the actual physical form of the magazine. For that, there was the next room. The people who “made” the magazine. Graphic designers who made the magazine look all stylish and pretty. And other technical stuff too, I guess. Four women, again. I didn’t know any of them either. There was nearly zero reason for any of us to ever talk to each other, and I think most people on this floor avoided me by instinct already. I knew few names though. But our interactions had been so brief, that all of them were still greyed out on my app.

Yeah, I know. Seven women. Seven hot women. Did I want to dominate them? Obviously. But I’d rather take care of all them as a group at some point. You know, when I was a boss, and I could give actual orders to people. It should make all of this so much more faster.

That’s why Maria needed to be ousted now. I could almost taste the sense of authority that was just a few steps away…

“Jack?”

Oh, there she was. The head of the art department. Our art director.

Teresa Bolling. Or as I liked to call her, “The lunatic”.

“Oh hi, Teresa. Is Anna-Marie around?”

What was Teresa’s reaction to my perfectly reasonable question?

She just burst out laughing. And she laughed for a while, not even bothered by the fact that I had no idea what was going on.

This is what she did. She lived in her head most of the time. And this wasn’t even the first time she laughed completely out of nowhere. It could happen at any point, out of nowhere. It was like she had her own inner monologue, and I had just made up a punchline that fit it completely.

It was like she had inside jokes. With herself. Which was… Exhausting.

“Did I… Say something funny?” I had to ask, when her laughter finally quieted down.

“No, no… It’s, well… People have been avoiding her. And she’s been avoiding people. So… It’s kinda funny if someone suddenly wants to see her.”

Oh yeah. A real laugh riot.

But it made sense, considering… Anna-Marie’s current predicament.

“She’s in her office. At least… That was where I last heard her squeak,” she smirked, leaving me standing there.

You know what? I guess it was kinda funny. I’ll let her have this one.

I knew where Anna-Marie’s room was. As our resident photographer, she got a full office to herself. A small one, but nevertheless.

The moment I walked in, she sprang up out of her chair. Accompanied by a full, latex-like sound effect. A sexy squeak.

And I got to see her outfit in all its goodness.

“J-Jack? Please, close the door!” She was clearly on edge.

I gladly obliged. Then… I just leered.

Damn. I knew I made the right choice.

This was an outfit made for a redhead like her.

“Th-The place didn’t have a version with sleeves left, so… But the store owner assured me this was basically the same outfit, the sleeves were just another part… Is this okay?”

I guess it was within the rules. Otherwise she wouldn’t even be allowed to wear this.

“Fuck yeah.”

She sighed, trying to hide her bulging chest with her hands.

“Please,” she muttered.

“What?”

“Don’t… Just don’t. It’s been embarrassing enough all day.”

Even her cheeks were crimson. Her lipstick was deadly red. With this amount of red I was already getting flashbacks from Friday.

“Turn around.”

“What?”

“I want to check you got the right outfit. Do it already.”

It might have been only one full day I had spent with Anna-Marie, but I brought her down to such levels of debauchery that her current score was +70 already. That was the third highest out of all my bitches, just behind Lana and Gretchen.

I think I had the power to order this woman around almost as much as I wanted.

She didn’t want to obey me. But she didn’t have the power to disobey me.

It was always fun to watch a face filled with so much pride and anger realize that it was powerless, and watch it turn meek and submissive, as she pleaded me to reconsider with her eyes.

I shook my head.

She gripped her desk, but it was like her body was turning around whether she wanted to or not.

Then… The ass finally came into my view.

“Oh yeah. That’s what I’m talking about.”

(ANNA-MARIE: +2SP) (+72SP)

I think that hole needed to be tested.