The Gala

We looked so fucking good. Me in the middle, of course, with my bitch and my stud on either side.

The Gala, hosted in some big fancy hotel with a ballroom and expensive ugly decorations, was a charity or something, some bullshit excuse to make some “philanthropists” feel better about themselves.

The good thing with philanthropists is that they have a lot of fucking money. And it was my job to move that money into the Emporium's vault.

My usual strategy was just to show myself off. To simply show them how perfect I looked, how powerful the product was, how it could turn any boring asshole into a perfect big-booty bitch… Some would want Peach Elixir for themselves. Or better yet, they'd want to invest in the company while the product was still in its early stage.

“Market tests are showing great interest, and we're expecting demand to grow with the product's popularity,” I'd tell an older executive while sitting on his lap. I could feel his small cock twitch beneath whenever I said the word “grow”.

“Early investors obviously get to sample our products first. Imagine how hot you'd look with a phat ass like mine,” I'd whisper in the ear of a wrinkled businesswoman, while allowing her to feel me up.

“Production is small right now, yes, but we are looking into ways to upgrade that,” I'd usually tell skeptic tech bros. I would usually follow that up with a: “But if you want to sample the effect of the product, I'm sure we can find a quiet bathroom not too far from here… I guarantee you've never fucked an ass like mine.”

In other words, I was an amazing saleswoman.

Jun and Venus were also mingling.

Adonis Jun, being a goddamn charmer, had a crowd of young socialites around him. Mostly women, but there were also a few men that gazed at him with lust.

Venus, despite having existed for less than a week, showed remarkable charisma. She was very handsy, putting her hands on people's shoulders, arms and hips, and making a lot of eye contact. She was a natural. And she also used my “wanna go fuck in the bathroom?” trick a few times. Good for her.

Around eleven, I was enjoying a nice glass of brandy while listening to some hockey player try to explain NFTs to me. That’s when I noticed her.

A young woman, a little pudgy, not especially pretty, wearing a rather prude dress. The girl did not look remarkable, but it was the way she looked at me. There was a need, a desire, a craving, in her gaze. I had to know more. But I also had to get rid of the hockey player moving his hand up my thigh.

“You know NFTs are a scam, right?”

“What?”

“It’s inflated value. It’s going to balloon up and crash.”

He scoffed. “How the fuck would you know? You’re a booty model.”

“I do have a Master’s in computer engineering and I wrote a paper on the possible uses of machine learning in bank data management. How did you learn about NFTs? Tiktoks?”

The jock gave me his best impression of a dumb fish. I gave him a tender little slap on the cheek, then blew him a kiss.

Technically, AJ was the one with the Master’s, but I had no qualms about taking the credit here.

I didn’t go directly to the mysterious young lady. First, I gathered my two babes. With Venus on one side and Jun on the other, we exited the ballroom, and climbed the stairs towards a quieter area. I didn’t look back, I knew that the girl would be following us.

I walked out onto a balcony, leaving my two mates inside, and I waited. I didn’t wait long.

When I heard the doors open, I didn’t turn back instantly. I was bent over the railing, my ass on full display; It was only polite that I give the newcomer a little time to enjoy the sight.

Eventually, I turned my head, and caught the young woman looking straight at my butt. She looked up and then her cheeks turned red.

“Come here.” I turned fully, facing her and putting my arms on the railing.

She took a few tentative steps towards me. I began tapping my nails on the railing, as if to let her know to get here faster. Inside, Jun and Venus would make sure that we weren’t disturbed.

“What’s your name?”

“G-Gabriela Castillo,” she stammered.

That name… It sounded familiar. “Castillo… As in, the “owns-one-of-the-top-ten-chemical-manufacturing-companies-in-the-world” Castillos?”

“Yeah…” She looked down at her shoes.

“I saw you peeking my way earlier.”

Her head kept facing down, but her eyes went up to meet mine. “Everyone looks at you.”

I’ll admit, that made me smile. “True. But you…” I took a step forward, and she flinched. She was nervous. I had to play my cards right if I didn’t want to scare her away. I made my voice real nice and sweet. “There was something different in your eyes. I have a feeling you didn’t follow me out here for business.”

She stayed still for a second, then shook her head.

“What is it then, sweetie?”

The “sweetie” seemed to have put her more at ease. “Is it true that you’re trans?”

Not exactly the question I was expecting, but not that surprising. “I am.” I placed my hands on my hips and held my back straight, showing myself off in all my golden glory.

“And, the Elixir made you look the way you do?”

“Peach Elixir did.”

“Is it permanent?”

I smiled, then narrowed my eyes while looking down at her. “Taking a simple dose turns you for about twelve hours, and then you revert back to normal. But in some cases, like mine… physical changes can be permanent.”

She took a moment to turn her thoughts into words, during which I looked at her more closely. Unlike Emily, who was already really pretty, Gabriela was delightfully average; Any Elixir transformation would be very interesting to see.

When she finally opened her mouth again, it was to beg. “Could I be one of those permanent cases? Please. You’re so gorgeous. I want to be like you. I want it so bad. I’ll do anything. My family is rich, and we-”

I lifted my hand, shutting her up. “Slow down, sweetie.”

I stepped up to her, placing one hand on her shoulder.

“The Emporium would be glad to have you as one of its peach girls. But, that would involve a lot of responsibilities. Do you think you could handle it?”

She nodded fiercely. “I will do anything. Anything.”

I smiled. I didn’t expect to leave the gala with one more plaything than when I arrived. Plus, it would be great for the Emporium to have a Castillo within its midst. Having Gabriela be one of the Elixir models might make her dad more pliant to negotiate some deals with us.

“Why don’t you come back with me tonight? I can give you a tour of the Emporium facilities. If you’re nice… you could even sample some of our products.”

Her eyes lit up. “Yes! Yes! I would love to!”

I took her hands in mine, still gazing down into her eyes. She looked so pliant, so willing, so ready to become my good little buttslut.