Janet mewed as her employee worked as her pussy with a stiff tongue. Being the boss was good, but being a vampiric mistress was even better. Carmen had blossomed into a beautiful vampire, all imperfections faded, leaving a pale beauty, fitting of the catwalk rather than the design studio. Janet wondered what the models would look like once she turned them, something beyond beauty.
Infecting and converting her entire company was one thing, and it was definitely a thing she wanted, but Janet had concerns. Her friends would notice her changes. She could handle Hank. One look into her eyes and he would be her puppet forever, but there was a whole world of heroes out there who wouldn’t hesitate to stop her if they found out what she had become. She would have to be careful, slowly build an army until she was too powerful to stop.
“What do you think Carmen? Do you want some superpowered friends?”
The girl looked up, her chin dripping with Janet’s moisture.
“I would love nothing more mistress.”
Suddenly there was a knock on the door and a polite cough.
“Ms Van Dyne, your six o’clock appointment is here,” said the secretary through the frosted glass.
Janet had trained her well. She looked down at her appointment book to see who it was.
Oh, perfect…
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