Um okay yeah

That was probably the most triumphant exit I ever made out of the writer’s room.

Yes.

All three of them were soon mine.

Sophie and Ulla just watched me smack Lana on the ass, and somehow accepted it.

The paradise was coming together.

I could’ve probably pushed things even further, but that was always risky. Besides, I wanted to enjoy this like fine wine. I wanted to taste every increment of their shared humiliation.

I’d only get to do this once, after all.

As I left, Lana was still lying on Ulla’s desk, rubbing her sore ass. Sophie was huffing and shivering too hard to move, and just leaned on her own desk.

Ulla just stared straight ahead.

You could almost call it a thousand-yard stare. The kind war veterans get.

My position as their boss wasn’t official yet, though. It wouldn’t be hard to believe how angry Maria would get if she heard I was masquerading as the editor.

But her days were numbered. I needed to take things further.

With somebody brand new.

But before that… Was Gloria here somewhere?

I checked my phone. No messages. It was weird not to have my mailbox filling up from Gloria’s pointless bullshit or questions.

But I don’t think we were fighting anymore. I think.

I messaged her.

“Is the plug still in?”

She promptly messaged me back.

“Yes.”

Wow. So short. I guess she was still pissed off.

But hey. That was nearly 24 hours now. If she wasn’t lying, this was quite the accomplishment already.

Could she be lying?

...Well, perhaps I had a way of checking that out?

I still had the remote in my pocket.

I turned the butt vibrator on.

Somewhere, I heard a small little yelp.

It definitely came from the kitchen.

I marched there swiftly.

…Nope.

No sign of Gloria in the kitchen.

How did she keep doing this? Did she have some invisibility power or something?

It was time to get to the bottom of this. Pun not intended.

The remote had 3 different setting. Light, medium and hard vibration.

It was still vibrating on light.

Let’s go to medium.

This time, there wasn’t a yip, but a clear rumble. And it came from the storage closet next to the kitchen.

Was she there? Why?

I opened the closet door.

Nobody. The closet was empty.

This was starting to feel as ridiculous as on Monday, when I couldn’t find the bitch no matter how hard I look-

No, this time was different. I could clearly hear the vibration of the buttplug emanate in this room.

I followed the sound, and-

Well well. Is that her little hiding spot?

Enough of the hide-and-seek.

I turned the plug on max.

“Waaaah! Stop stop!”

Gloria’s shout was followed by the rumble of several boxes from the lowest shelf.

See… These shelves were actually pretty deep. Anybody checking this room quickly could only see boring office supply boxes everywhere.

But it appeared that a small woman could make it her hidey hole by making a space between the boxes and the wall.

Quite clever, actually. Never underestimate Gloria’s desire to avoid actual work.

Finally, her head peeked out from between the boxes.

She was quite sweaty.

“Stop! STOP! STOOOPPPP!!!”

She had the uncomfortable expression of somebody dealing with a foreign object bending, twitching and shaking in her asshole.

After a few more sadistic seconds, I turned off the remote.

She breathed in, and her face fell to the floor in exhaustion.

“Good girl. I guess you weren’t lying.”

She blinked a few times. She looked quite parched.

I guess this place wasn’t that well ventilated.

“Jack… sir… Can I…. Just use the bathroom? Please?”

Right. This confirmed that she kept herself plugged up. She hadn’t gone for number two in 24 hours.

“Ask Gretchen to help. Like I told you.”

“But she- You two- I don’t like…”

“Why are you hiding here in the first place, by the way?”

She didn’t answer that, just looked away.

Was she afraid of me? Of my powers?

Or was she just angry of my cheating ways, and didn’t know how to confront me anymore?

“Either you get back to work or I’m going to leave the plug on max.”

That made her gasp, and crawl out from under the shelf comically fast.

And I was treated to a nice show of her tits mashing against the floor and her gorgeous ass emerge from the darkness.

Her clothed ass, though. The clothes were a bit moist though, as her sweat and her juices were absorbed on her professional-looking khaki pants.

That got me thinking though…

“Gloria. From tomorrow on I don’t want you wearing this kind of formal outfit.” I said as I squeezed her ass. She moaned a bit. “Go back to those yellow hot pants and some slutty shirt, like you wore that one time. The time I made you pick up the trash.”

She turned to me with questioning eyes.

“B-But, my mom is- is in the office now, she wouldn’t like-“

“I don’t care. You’ll do it for me.”

I felt the outer edges of the plug through the pants, and tried shoving it a little deeper up there.

“Yip!” she cutely reacted.

“I want to see its outline through those tight shorts,” I whispered in her ear.

I gave her ass one last rough pat and headed for the door.

I was playing a very dangerous game.

Couldn’t this wait until Maria was gone?

…Who was I kidding. It was the danger that made this sexier. And I was a sucker for excitement.

I left Gloria in the closet, contemplating her future outfit choices.

Okay, I was sidetracked enough. Time to do the thing I was actually dreading.

Talking to…. Teresa.

Sigh.

Maybe it wouldn’t be that bad? I mean she was just a little odd. Getting on the same wavelength with her felt like such a chore, but perhaps I was just building up too much?

I mean we hadn’t talked that much. She might even be…

Normal?

…Probably not. But, I’d have to do this.

At least there was a good reward for taking her all the way.

Her body was so fucking hot. To dream for. I’d love to slap those tits silly, as my cock grinded into her-

“Oh Jack, what’s up?”

Wait what?

How- How did she appear in front of me like that?

Shit, I had actually walked all the way across to the art department just thinking about her naked. And here she was.

In her flowery, very skin exposing dress and her almost afro-like blonde hair.

Hopefully she couldn’t see my half-chub.

“Um, yeah, listen, have you had lunch yet?” I nervously asked.

“I was just going to go eat. Why? You wanna come too?”

At least she’s making this part easy.

“Yeah, sure! I have some things I need to talk to you about…”

“Okay then. Fine with me. Follow.”

She made pretty fast strides toward the elevator, while I watched her dress swing from side to side teasingly… It was loose enough that I could almost she the sides of her buttocks…

Perhaps the weirdo didn’t even …wear panties?

Okay, Jack, listen, you’re trying to get the chub to go down, not get fully erect.

Once we were both in the elevator, I expected her to hit the lobby button…

But instead, she hit the highest floor.

What the fuck?

“Um, Teresa, where… are we going?”

“To the roof.”

Right.

“Why… there?”

“I like to eat my lunch up there. It’s such a cool place. I got the idea after watching few of my favorite animes. The characters usually go on the roof of their school and all the drama happens there!”

She was actually getting excited now.

Was she a weeb or something?

No, that explanation would make her seem saner than she actually was.

Maybe this is why I dreaded her. By now I knew how to deal with most willful women… But with her, I didn’t even know where to start.

“…Isn’t the roof locked? Can you just go up there?”

“Oh it usually is. But sometimes somebody forgets and leaves the door open.”

“…How often?”

“Mmm… It’s happened three times already.”

“…And how long have you done this?”

“I think two years,” she said nonchalantly.

…I wonder what the percentage would be?

…Way less than 1 percent?

Sigh.

Once we reached the highest floor, she quickly ran up the final stairs to the door leading up to the roof.

Big surprise, it was locked.

“Drat! Well, looks like we have to eat here.”

I looked around. This just seemed like a boring office hallway.

“Can’t we go somewhere else now?”

She was already opening up her plastic container of food. Looked like rice and some bits of meat.

“Nah. I always eat here. It’s so calm.”

What do I do?

Order her to eat somewhere else?

Why? That order wouldn’t be humiliating, I wouldn’t get any points, perhaps only give her reasons to hate me…

She was sitting on the stairs.

I gave up, and just sat next to her.

She was already stuffing her dinner down her throat.

“Where’s yours?” she asked with food still in her mouth.

“I didn’t bring any. …I thought we would go out to eat.”

Suddenly, she snorted.

Huh? She looked amused, and was holding her hand in front of her mouth.

I guess that was laughter? Either way, she almost choked on what she was eating.

“Oh man, sorry. Here. Take some.”

She shoved the spoonful of rice and meat next to my face.

As I opened up my mouth to decline, she pushed the spoon into my mouth.

I had **** but to chew and swallow.

“Good?” she asked with naïve enthusiasm.

It was decent. I lifted my thumb up as a sign of approval, and she rejoiced.

Oh God. I could really use some help with her.

I hadn’t gotten a single point from her yet… But if I remembered correctly, that shouldn’t be a prerequisite for getting a trait…

I had to check. I just had to.

Nope. No trait on Teresa yet.

But wait… There was something brand new here… There was an odd-looking notification on the sidepanel of the app. The icon on it… Looked like a room?

I clicked on it.

CONGRATULATIONS!

You have conquered a room inhabited by several subjects!

You have earned a ROOM TRAIT!

This trait will be applicable for anyone who enters the space in question.

-MIRAGE MAGAZINE OFFICES: THE WRITER’S ROOM-

ROUTE A –FREE USE

-THE ROOM OF ANYTHING GOES-

The user can do sexual-like actions on anybody inside the room without suffering any consequences (NOTE: Does not include ****). The subjects inside the room will react to the advances as they would normally. The only difference is that nobody inside the room will be able to physically resist the user, or complain about the user’s actions to anyone outside the room. The subjects will rationalize the reasoning for this themselves.

ROUTE B –MASOCHISM

-THE DUNGEON-

The bar for giving punishments inside the room lowers considerably. Weak reasoning for the user to punish the subject or subjects becomes more acceptable. Watching someone else get punished will increase the subject’s sexual desire towards the user, if it happens inside the room.

Room trait?

Conquer?

What the fuck?

Then again, who cares, this sounds fun!