Promotion

Another day… John groaned as he walked into the main entrance of Bright Star Entertainment, a small but popular production company.

That day marked exactly 10 years since he started working there as a low level intern. Now he was a second director of commercials. It wasn’t a bad gig and it payed well, but there were times that he really felt tired by the somewhat mediocrity of it all. He had big dreams when he started… oh well, it was time to face the day.

He got setup in his office and logged into the computer. After a half hour of sifting through project updates and meeting schedules, his private messenger app updated.

(Becky - HR): Hey John, sorry to interrupt your morning but I was wondering if you had a moment to come up to my office?

“Oh great,” John thought to himself. “Either they’ve got a lame card signed by everyone in the office for me or I’m about to be fired.” He sighed again and headed up to the HR block and to Becky’s office.

As he entered he was greeted by Becky’s kind smile. She was in her mid 40’s and very attractive. Her dark hair lightly curled down her shoulders and she had a white patch coming down from her bangs which he found very attractive.

“Ah, John, thank you for coming. I understand that today marks 10 years since you started working with us! Please take a seat, I have a little something for you.” She smiled warmly and gestured to a comfortable seat in front of her desk.

“Oh, here we go,” John thought again while rolling his eyes to himself and yawning softly. “Man it’s too early for this.” He took a seat and waited while he watched her retrieve an envelope.

“As you know, we value our employees, especially the loyal ones like you,” she said while handing him the envelope. “I know this doesn’t look like much, but please open it!” She gestured to it with her eyes.

John stammered momentarily then said, “thank you.” He opened the envelope and looked inside. He found a new ID badge with his name and a new title. (John D. Tier 3 Director)

“What is tier 3? Is this a promotion?” He asked.

“Haha, yes it is! Though I’ll be perfectly honest, I’ve never seen a tier 3 title before. But hey, that comes from higher up than me! I’ll take your old badge if you don’t mind. Go ahead and put the new one on.” She said with another smile and reached out her hand to take the new badge.

John shrugged and put the new badge on, clipping it on his shirt right above his heart.

Becky looked up after a moment and saw the new badge. Her eyes unfocused for a brief moment and then she smiled again.

“That looks great John!” She said. “Now the last thing before you go. The main aspect of the Tier 3 status are the perks. A little known fact about the company building is that one of the founders was an inventor. He created and installed small devices that together create a subsonic field that covers every area inside of the building. The field is hypnotic in nature and affects every person within it, even you, until now of course. Your new badge shields you from those effects. Ultimately, the field is there for the benefit and pleasure of all tier 3 employees, of which currently you are the only one. With your new position comes the understanding that all employees, delivery personal, guests and really anyone who enters the building will be introduced to and manipulated by the hypnotic field which process results in one understood command, that Tier 3 employees are always right, logically sound, and completely incapable of doing wrong. As an obvious byproduct of that understanding, Tier 3 employees must be obeyed fully in whatever commands or requests they should make, without limit or question, even if it is disgusting, depraved or evil! It just makes sense!” She said that last bit with another bright smile and almost a twinkle in her eyes. “I know that was a huge information dump, I unfortunately will not be able to answer any questions as I was merely programmed to say that and am not even consciously aware that I did. With all of that said, congratulations on your promotion! If there is nothing else you need, I have a lot of work to do, so you’re free to go.” She sat back into her chair and looked at her computer.

John was awestruck and couldn’t believe anything he had just heard. His heart was thumping rapidly in his chest and he fell back into his chair in disbelief. He thought about everything Becky had said and replayed it in his mind.

“Are you alright John?” Becky asked. “You look flushed.” She said with concern.

“I um… I, sorry, this is all just a lot.” He cleared his throat and then sat up straight. He thought to himself _this has to be a dream or something… I’m definitely dreaming… he smiled darkly.

“Becky, there is one thing I was wondering if you could help me with before I leave.”

She looked at him again, “yes John, what’s that?”

He cleared his throat again. “Could you take your top and bra off and let your hair down? I’d love to see your tits” His breath caught as he risked the question.

“Oh yes, absolutely, that’s no problem.” She said professionally. She stood up and took off her white blazer and bra, allowing her perfect c cup tits to fall out. Then she let her hair fall down and it flowed around her shoulders.

“Tha… thank you.” John said as his mind raced and his cock hardened.