The Practical Exam

Victoria and I exited the realm of her memories, so we could return to my living room. She was sat slouched on one of my couches, and across the coffee table there I was on the other. This was her first time awakening as Vicky. And it was exciting to see a woman I'd basically created take her first steps out into the world.

Her bearing was immediately and noticeably different. All of those etiquette classes now completely wasted as she hunched, and slouched. Her eyes were cast downward towards the floor, and the ever present sneer or smirk was gone from her face. Instead there was an excited kind of energy just barely buried under the surface of a calm professional mask.

"Why don't you make me a cup of coffee while I consider what to ask you next."

Her professional demeanor cracks, as a bright smile takes over her face. "Right away, hun! I mean sir. Everythang's in the kitchen?"

"Yes ma'am." I nod.

I watched her get up and shuffle over to the kitchen, so she could get to work. She was still wearing the expensive clothes she came with. I wonder what she thought about those? Did she only wear them for special occasions? Questions upon questions.

'You should keep her firm and fit.' I heard a voice say within my mind. My eyes cautiously moved towards my bedroom where Susie was still snoring. 'Yep, it's me.'

'In my head?'

'Yep. I could get up to talk to you, but being conscious is sooooooooo much work.'

'I'm going to end up in a coma by the time you're done with me aren't I."

'Mmmm eternal sleep.'

'I've made a terrible mistake.'

'Any who, like I was saying please don't make her a fatty.'

She was in my mind, man! 'But I like bbws.'

'Suuuuuure sure, but like consider it. I'm a lazy piece of crap, you're a lazy piece of crap. Imagine how satisfying it would be to have a hot piece of puss just running around taking care of us. Picture it you're fuckin' on the couch in boxers, a wife beater, and socks with one of your toes sticking out, you're a mess, and you're all like 'get me a beer!' So this hot young blonde supermodel prances in and is all like 'yes master of course master' and she's looking at you like you're a golden god.'

'I really don't think I'm going to let myself go that bad though.'

'Showering is a lot of effort, there's like five steps to it.'

'Holy shit woman I'm trying to live a life here, what the hell are you talking about showering is a lot of effort?'

'You're just going to sweat more, WHAT'S THE POINT?'

'Oh my goodness, I should have gone with that sex toy demon.'

'Actually literal Lucifer. Plus you have to try out six sex toys a month, so like that's effort. Then your parasite won't have any eggs for like two months. So you'd have to try twelve out on Victoria before you got a second ****. As if she'd survive. Then you'd be stuck with telekinesis trying to use your demon sex toys on women you can't mind control in fear that Satan herself will kill you otherwise. Think things through dude.'

'You're the demon of sloth, I thought you'd like plus sized women.'

'There are no fat girls in Hentai!'

'I'M DOING IT WOMAN!'

Victoria's drawl sounded off from the kitchen. Completely oblivious to the shouting match Susie and were having. "Does sir, have a mug he'd like his coffee in?"

I looked over at her. "Any mug is fine."

"Sure thang, milk, shugga?"

"Black is fine."

She purrs. "Mmm a real man." She lets out a little chuckle and pours the coffee in a mug. "Mmm oohoh!" She suddenly shudders happily as the parasite within her reinforces her obedience.

I pursed my lips together and felt for my connection with the creature inside of her. 'Orgasm NOW' I commanded.

"Oh my oh my, oh shugga, oooh OH!" The lithe blonde trembles and shakes and drops the mug of coffee from her hand, thankfully avoiding scalding herself. She leans back of the counter and grips the edges as her hips buck and buck in time with waves of pleasure until the finally ebb out like the tide. At which point she's left panting and sweating, and completely red faced.

My eyes rolled back into my head with joy. This day might just turn out alright after all.

"Oh Vicky you clumsy little fool, look what you done." She manages to scold herself between breaths. "I'm so sorry sir, I'll clean this up in two shakes of a rabbit's butt."

I stood up, absolutely furious, but not really. I was actually really glad that I didn't just make a woman spill scalding hot coffee on herself. But I saw my chance for some perverse fun, and I take advantage of such openings when they present themselves. At least I do now that I'm a mindslaver. "You little tart!"

Tart?

Tart.

Instead of bending down to start cleaning up her mess, she stood up at attention once she saw I was coming to reprimand her. "You can't even make a cup of coffee and you think you deserve to serve me?"

She lowers her eyes. "I'm sorry sir. I don't know what came over me." She blushes. "I just dropped it, I'm awful sorry."

"Hmph." I crossed my arms. "Bend over the counter, I'm going to have to punish you."

"Punish me?" She yelps with surprise. "I'm not some child sir. I'll pay for the mug, and you can not give me the job, but whatever you're planning that involves me bending over is not happenin'."

Embarrassing! I didn't like her disobeying me, but It was kind of exciting to find a block in my progress. So I shrugged and nodded. I knew she wasn't going to leave my apartment without being a jiggling pile of quim and pet-like enthusiasm, I simply wasn't going to allow that. So I'd let her have her small show of resistance, and professionalism. It wouldn't last long.

"Very well, then you'll be cleaning this mess up, and out of respect to your alma matter, we'll continue the interview. After you prepare me another cup."

She relaxes. "Yes sir." Though the affirmation isn't filled with as much enthusiasm as it was previously.