THE DUNGEON

I chose B.

Hey, I’m all about those punishments.

There are some really nasty women infesting that room.

Things need to be corrected.

Attitudes need to be adjusted.

Perhaps I should even get some equipment and-

No, focus. You’re still here with Teresa.

I need to get this freak show moving.

“So, Teresa… Have you heard the news yet?”

“What? That we’re not selling the magazine? Yeah, obvs, that was like last Friday,” she managed to speak between spouts of stuffing her face.

She was really hungry, wasn’t she?

And certainly not afraid to be unladylike.

“No, not that. The fact that Gretchen is moving up, and leaving her editor’s position to me.”

That made her stop.

She looked at me. This time more seriously, measuring me up and down.

“Really? Moving up? What does that mean? Isn’t she already at the highest position you could have in the magazine?”

“No, not really. And it’s a secret.”

After some pondering, a small grin started forming on her face.

“I gots ya. A seeeecret.”

What? Why did she say it like that?

She sucked the next piece of meat to her mouth almost seductively.

It almost looked like flirting.

Why though? There was nothing sexy going on here, as far as I was aware.

Did she just enjoy randomly teasing me or something?

I decided to ignore it. “Yeah, but, you know, the point is you’ll be working with me from now on.”

“Hmmm… Why you though? I thought Gretchen hated you. And Lana is killing it. And so is Ulla. And Sophie… She’s steady as a rock. Why did you get the job?”

Implicating I’m not good enough?

Ah, fair enough.

“Because I’m the best man for the job.”

She managed to just about suppress her laughter.

Thanks for that.

She was measuring me again. Not quite knowing what to make of all this.

Then, it looked like she suddenly stopped caring about the whole thing, and returned to her meal.

“Okay then.”

“You can check this with Gretchen. She’ll verify it.”

“I don’t need to.”

What? She already accepted it?

She turned to me, and continued. “If you’re lying about this, then you’re fucking delusional. So you’re probably not lying. But if you are… I can roleplay this with ya.”

If I had to venture a guess, she wasn’t believing me 100 percent.

I needed to go all in.

“Here’s the thing though, Teresa. I’m going to take this magazine in a whole new direction. It’s not going to be the same old, same old, fashion bullshit.”

“Whatcha have in mind?” she asked, sounding genuinely interested.

“I won’t lie, Teresa. Things are going to get more edgy. More sexual.”

I let that last word just hang in the air.

There was definitely some weird tension between us.

“Okay…” she finally sounded.

“And I hate to drop it like this on you, but we’re be doing a test run of this new direction on this month’s issue. The pics are all ready. And the article will be soon.”

I pulled up a photo from my pocket. I had printed it out in Anna’s office on Monday.

It was my favorite. The one where all three redheads were kneeling in front of me, their spanked butts visible to the camera. The only part of me you could see was my legs. And the whip in my other hand.

Teresa studied the picture for a while.

It was really hard to tell what she was thinking. Her expression betrayed nothing.

Finally she turned to me.

“Yeah, so porn? We’re doing porn?”

“No. That’s… artsy.”

“Yeah, no, this is porn. Why? Do you think this sells? People get porn from internet these days. For free basically. That’s not a market we should be competing in. Our readers just want fashion tips.”

She threw the picture on the floor.

“Me and Gretchie saw the magazine in the same way. That’s why I let her run as a dictator around here. Less thinking for me and stuff. But… If you’re going to push for this, I’m going to push back. I’m the fucking art director. I have some power around here, I’ve just chosen not to utilize it. Before this.”

Well well. She had a serious side to her after all.

And here I was hoping she would just accept all this. As some personality quirk of hers or something.

But when is anything in my life easy?

She continued her rant. “This shit is not going to this month’s issue. The issue is basically almost completed already. You wanna discuss this, let’s set up a meeting next week. But prepare for a multitude of compromises, mr. ‘best man for the job’.”

Well… At least she was taking me seriously now. And she stopped stuffing food into her mouth.

Where did this ballbuster appear from? I thought she was just a lackadaisical weirdo.

Shit. Fuck. Would I have time to tame her, before this issue came out?

And what was my strategy for taming her anyway?

…

…Wait, what about…

Hey… It was actually a good thing we were up here… In private, not outside where anybody could see us…

I could use this to my advantage somehow.

I stared at the picture on the floor…

Yes.

I could make this happen.

I quickly texted Anna-Marie as Teresa was wrapping up her dinnerbox in silent disapproval.

“Hey, Teresa. Changing subject. What do you think about Anna’s latest wardrobe?”

She snorted.

“Um yeah okay let’s just change the subject. Sure,” she quipped sarcastically.

“No, seriously. Forget about all that other stuff for now. Tell me.”

She stopped her wrapping, and sighed. Then she turned to me, smiling deviously. “Yeah. It’s kinda odd. I know she says it’s for awareness of objectification or whatever but does she realize she’s unironically actually doing it herself? I mean they call me weird. For fuck’s sake. Doing your demonstration in a place where everyone already agrees with you.”

“Are you going to fire her?”

“Of course not. It’s just funny.” She looked at me oddly. “What? You can’t handle it or something?”

“Au contraire. I made her wear those outfits.”

Teresa blinked a few times.

“Wait, what are you… talking about?”

“She’s my girlfriend. Or more like ****. She does whatever I tell her to do. And she loves it.”

Teresa blinked some more.

“Yeah okay haha funny joke. Or actually not funny. A bit disgusting if I’m honest.”

“Why don’t you check that photo again? See if you see something familiar.”

A grim realization seemed to land on Teresa’s face even before she picked up the photo again. A few seconds later… She covered her mouth in shock.

“That’s right,” I smirked. “That’s our hot little photographer there. Posing with her whipped, naked ass to the camera.”

“Wait, wha- why are you photoshopping Anna like this? And then showing me this disgusting fake porn that you made? I think I need to take this to Mari-“

All of a sudden, the elevator dinged.

Out stepped Anna-Marie.

In her way-too-tight, busty outfit. One nipple was already doing its darnest to try to spring free.

Anna-Marie looked to me, but couldn’t help but notice Teresa right next to me. There was silent desperation in her eyes.

Teresa was clearly a little shaken. Her mouth was hanging open.

“Anna? W-Why did you-“

“Anna-Marie,” I interrupted Teresa. “Strip for us.”

I had already loaded up Def Leppard’s “Pour some sugar on me” on the phone. All I needed to do was hit play.

I hated the song, but I gotta say, it fit quite nicely.

Anna-Marie didn’t expect this. All I told her to do was to come find me on the top floor. But… She was an obedient **** now. She knew better than to not follow my orders, no matter how crazy they were.

Soon… she was awkwardly shaking her hips to the music. In front of both of her co-workers. (ANNA-MARIE: +1SP) (+92SP)

It was obvious that she had never strip danced before. Or maybe not even danced altogether. But she tried her best. She tried her best to look sexy and… alluring.

She even bent over so much that it was too easy to see she wasn’t wearing any panties.

Teresa looked to me. She was totally stunned.

“Um yeah… I’m not getting the… joke?” she stammered.

“What joke? Take it off, Anna!” I shouted.

The terrified expression on Anna’s face grew to its full potential, as she delicately unbuckled some parts of her outfit, while swinging to the awful music…

And then the whole heavy outfit landed on the floor. At her feet.

She was naked in front of us. Still covering all her naughty parts with her hands.

Her body was so red with embarrassment that it was almost like the leathery outfit was still on her.

“Keep dancing, bitch!”

Saying that word made Teresa stand up in actual shock. Anna, on the other hand, carefully continued her movements, still hiding her boobs and cunt with her hands.

Why though? Wasn’t she used to getting naked already?

Oh yeah, that’s right.

I could see a drop of pussyjuice fall to the floor. She wanted to hide how much things were glistening down there already.

“What- Anna! Stop! For God’s sake! Stop! Why are you doing this?!” Teresa shouted. Her playful attitude now in shatters.

“Anna,” I continued before Anna had a chance to answer back, “Feel free to answer Teresa. But if your answer doesn’t please me… There will be punishments.”

The wiggling redhead gulped audibly.

“I- Um, I… I… I’m doing this… because… master told me to…”

“Not good enough!” I shouted.

“And… Um.. I just wanna… suckkk… his… dick….” Anna answered, tucking her face to her chin and looking at the floor, practically swallowing her final words. (ANNA-MARIE: +1SP) (+93SP)

Teresa was speechless. The loud rock n’ roll was still playing on my phone, and all of this was really happening.

Time to finalize this.

“You see, Teresa, this woman is my ****. That photo you saw… It was one of the mildest ones of the session. I have pictures that show her face properly. And I could publish the whole set somewhere else. Some really dirty porno mag, And completely explode her life.”

Teresa looked at me with deep disgust.

She and Anna had known each other for years now. They were friends. She wouldn’t want that happening to her.

“But I won’t. If the supremely milder, artsy photos get published on this month’s issue of Mirage. Nobody will ever know it’s our award-winning photographer posing herself.”

Teresa turned her head towards Anna, looking at her with deep empathy.

“Oh God… Poor girl… What have you gotten yourself into,” Teresa asked Anna with sadness in her voice. Anna just kept jiggling her butt from side to side, trying her best to ignore Teresa’s question.

I closed in on Teresa.

“I’ll never do this again. From this point on, we’ll discuss every artistic choice we make for the magazine. Together. And I’ll make compromises. But not this time. You are going to agree to this article. This photoset. Exactly as I want it to be. Right?”

Teresa was silent.

I stared her down.

I slammed my hand to the wall. Right next to her head.

“Just nod,” I said as I loomed over her.

A minute later…

She did. (TERESA: +15SP) (-18SP)

Just as the song finished as well.

Talk about timing.