new job

...you will not be able to stop twerking until I say so. You have no idea what happened to your clothes. You will feel silly yet turned on. You will come to realize you are best suited to being the office slut. You know I'm the new boss. You love it when either men or women see you as a mindless sex object. When I tell you to stop twerking, you will beg me to let you stay on here, but as the office slut. You will do anything to let me keep you on the job. Ersus Unmindamun!"

The receptionist started to twerk.

"What do you think you're doing?" you ask.

"I don't know! I can't stop."

"Who do you think you are, the office slut?"

"Yes, that's what I want!" she said, still twerking.

"OK then stop twerking. And where are you clothes?"

The receptionist stopped and tried to cover her breasts and crotch with her arms. "I don't know what happened to my clothes. Can you please keep me on. I'll be the office slut."

"OK, but here's how that's going to work. Every day, you will wear a sexy costume. Playboy bunny, sexy maid, slutty nurse, slutty cop, jail bait school girl, and such. Your job is to sexually satisfy the other workers here. You'll have your own room where you will be on sex duty from 9-5. Got it?"

"Thank you so much!" said the receptionist.

"Now, go hang out in the women's restroom for the rest of the day. Any time a woman comes in, beg her to let you eat her out or lick her asshole. Do that, and I'll let you keep working here."

"Thank you, sir!"