We switch perspectives

Alyssa Chen was what came up when you looked up “gifted and successful young mind” in the dictionary and she knew it. At 26, she was already a highly successful software engineer working pretty high up the chain of command at Google. She knew her worth and was proud of it, which is what made some of her decisions seem absurd, even to her.

For starters, she had married Rex. A man who was unemployed and frankly a little slow. He was the typical jock type who probably got into the same university as her because he played football. Alyssa could have sworn people like Rex were not her type. In fact she was disgusted by them. She loved nerds, that was her type. Quiet guys who could talk about code or sci-fi for hours. And yet, here she was, married to the man who was perfectly content staying home, snacking and gaming while she earned the big bucks.

To top it off, he had also somehow convinced her to donate 30% of her income to some frat he belonged to. Whenever she thought about how weird that was, her mind almost seemed to convince her that it was all chill. It was for a good cause. It made Rex happy. She worked hard, she could afford it. The thoughts always came smooth and easy, pushing any real questions away before they could stick. But lately, she’d been having some trouble believing that. She still did, but it seemed to be getting harder everyday.

She thought about all of this as she made her way to the stupid frat she had been donating to. The worst part about it all was that she didn’t know why she was going there. She just remembered leaving work and informing them she was sick. But was she sick? Her day had started just like any other, kissing and worshiping Rex’s cock before she left for work as she did every day. She had knelt in front of him in their living room, took him deep into her mouth and sucked him until he came down her throat as always. Then she had fixed her makeup, put on her professional clothes and driven out without really questioning it. But she had gotten a strange call at work. She seemed almost compelled after that.

The closer she got to the location of the frat, the stronger the compulsion seemed to become. Her hands stayed steady on the wheel but her thoughts felt slower, heavier. By the time she parked outside the large house, her mind had gone almost quiet. She stepped out of the car and walked up the steps in her perfectly professional outfit, crisp white shirt tucked into a grey pencil skirt that hugged her hips, thin rimmed glasses perched on her nose and her long black hair done up in a neat low ponytail. She definitely stuck out like a sore thumb. This wasn’t the type of visitor the frat probably received, she thought as she pressed the doorbell.

The massive wooden doors opened automatically with a soft click. Alyssa stepped forward instinctively.

As soon as she crossed the threshold with one foot she spotted a busty blonde with a buzz cut kneeling on the floor a few feet inside. The woman’s legs were spread wide, knees planted on the hardwood, arms stretched straight out in front of her like she was offering something. She was completely naked. Her large breasts hung heavy and full, nipples pointing out. Her eyes were open but glassy, face blank, mouth slightly parted. She didn’t move. She didn’t speak. She just stayed there in that exposed, obedient position like a piece of furniture.

Alyssa was taken aback. Something seemed wrong with her. She stepped inside instinctively to get closer to the woman, wanting to ask if she was okay, if she needed help. But the moment both her feet crossed fully over the threshold, her thoughts quieted down instantly. The concern that had started to form dissolved before it could finish. Her face went slack, the professional sharpness in her eyes fading away until she looked just as blank and mindless as the blonde woman she had been so concerned about a second ago.

Alyssa stood there in the entrance hall, arms hanging loosely at her sides, shoulders relaxed. Her mind had gone empty. No questions. No resistance. Just a calm, waiting void. Alyssa’s light breathing was the only sound she made. Her thin rimmed glasses still sat on her nose, but her eyes behind them were distant and unfocused.

Somewhere deep inside, the old Alyssa was still there but right now that version of her was locked away, buried under layers of programming she didn’t even know existed. All that remained on the surface was calm, obedient emptiness.

The massive wooden doors closed softly behind her with a heavy click.