The Erotic Mind-Control Story Archive

Mark’s first night in the Davi household proceeded without any further drama. Once he was finished eating, he instructed Samira to clean up the dishes and then to spend the rest of the night dusting every surface a few times over. It was a little after one o’clock in the morning when she finally ended her shift and was able to retreat to the couch for a few hours of well-earned rest. It was a little hard to find sleep at first (Mark had explained to her that blankets and pillows weren’t something she needed, and this change had taken some time for her to get used to), but the exhaustion from her day of hard cleaning won out in the end.

It was more rest than Adeel was afforded. Before heading to bed, Mark had gone out into the garage to let Adeel know that he didn’t need sleep that night, and his time would be better spent organizing and sorting all the remaining sex toys and costumes for ease of access. Adeel couldn’t find a reason to disagree. So, once he had finished deep-throating every dildo in the collection, he began organizing the lingerie by color, category, and size well into the next day.

Alia, meanwhile, got the great idea from Mark to spend her night browsing camgirl profiles, looking for inspiration for poses she could strike in her next photo shoot that would be the sluttiest and would kick start her career in the right direction. She stayed up almost as late as Samira did, pouring over porn site after porn site on her computer and writing down notes on what poses and situations she could copy that would make her look like the biggest slut. This proved to be so much more fulfilling than studying for a dumb doctorate that she was never going to achieve. This was something she could actually do; something that played to her strengths, such as her awesome rack, and not weaknesses like her immense stupidity. Her only regret was that it had taken her this long to work up the courage to just go for it.

While the other family were working on their various tasks, Mark spent his evening in Ari’s room, getting to know her better and strategizing on ways to impress Braeden. Ari knew she could trust Mark, which is why she didn’t think anything of it when he asked her to sit on his lap while they reviewed the naughty pictures she had sent Braeden that afternoon. After carefully examining her pussy pics, Mark was quickly able to identify a problem: Ari hadn’t shaved! He patiently explained to Ari that Braeden had no reason to be interested in her if she couldn’t even put in the effort to shave her snatch for him. Ari was mortified by her ignorance and quickly went to the bathroom to remedy this mistake. Once she was cleanly shaven, Ari took Mark’s advice once again and sent fresh pictures of her now properly maintained pussy to Braeden, apologizing profusely for neglecting to shave the first time and promising that it wouldn’t happen again. Judging by Braeden’s enthusiastic responses, he was happy to forgive her.

After getting a good night’s sleep in the master bed, Mark was up bright and early the next morning to greet his new roommates. He encountered Samira first. She was in the kitchen, still sporting her black lingerie, pouring herself a very large thermos worth of coffee. Her face was sunken and her eyes bloodshot from lack of sleep, but she tried her best to muster a smile for her employer as he walked in.

“Good morning, sir!”

“Good morning, Samira. Did you sleep well?”

“Um… yeah, sort of.” She looked away nervously for a moment before clearing her throat. “Hey, sir, I wanted to tell you: I appreciate you going through my clothes and getting rid of the ones I didn’t need. But, uh, I was trying to pick out something to wear while you were in the bathroom and I realized I don’t think I have any pantsuits left. Or… well, really anything that my boss is going to be ok with. You didn’t happen to hold on to any of my old work clothes, did you? They were so gross and I hated them, but it’s kind of one of those things I have to put up with for the sake of the office dress code, you know?”

Mark stroked his chin for a moment before saying “I might have something that could work for today. I’ll be right back!”

Mark headed out of the kitchen and into the garage. Other than the massive pile of discarded paper and plastic wrapping in one corner, the place looked considerably more organized than it had the day before. Almost everything was neatly sorted into convenient folded piles. Adeel had a similar sleep-deprived expression on his face to that of his wife, but was nonetheless diligently opening the few remaining packages still left to sort. Adeel looked up with a warm expression and a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes as Mark entered.

“Good morning, Mark! I have almost everything sorted. Good thing too, I’m really starting to doze off,” he said through a yawn.

“Good job, Adeel. Hey, would you happen to have any sexy secretary costumes in here? Specifically looking for something that would fit Samira.”

Adeel nodded enthusiastically. “I sure do! Let me see here.” He flipped through a stack of black and white clothing before extracting one. “I think this should fit! May have a bit more cleavage and a lot more leg than she’s used to. But I bet you don’t mind that, do you?” Adeel gave Mark a conspiratorial wink to let him know he was a guy’s guy.

Mark took the costume from him and held it up, giving it an approving look over. “This will work great. Thanks, Adeel.”

“Are you…. are you going to have sex with Samira while she wears that, Mark?” Adeel held his hands behind his back sheepishly, with a wide-eyed and hopeful expression on his face. It was clear he was desperately hoping the answer would be “yes” and it was even clearer that he was straining in his cock cage at the thought of Mark fucking his wife.

“Haha, we’ll see, big guy. Or should I say ‘little guy.’” Mark snickered as he openly glanced down at Adeel’s imprisoned manhood, causing Adeel’s face to flush red with embarrassment and arousal at the not-so-subtle jab at his masculinity.

“Well, I hope you do. Need anything else from me once I’m finished sorting the rest of these bags?”

“No, Adeel, you can go ahead and get some sleep for now, those bags will be there when you wake up. You did well.”

Adeel yawned and nodded approvingly. “Awesome, a nice warm bed sounds great right now.”

“Bed? Adeel, no, you don’t use a bed.”

Adeel nodded again. “Right, I don’t use a bed. I guess I’ll take the couch.”

“No, you sleep on the garage floor. This is your room, Adeel.”

Adeel blinked a few times before saying, “oh, right. I’ll just grab some pillows and a blanket and—“

“No need. It’s way more emasculating for you to just lay wherever, like a dog.”

Adeel’s eyes lit up at that thought. He loved being emasculated. “Wow, I didn’t think of it like that. Ok! That sounds great.”

“Try it out, Adeel. See how it feels.”

Adeel hesitantly lowered himself onto the cold concrete floor, adjusting his lower regions as best he could to accommodate the protruding cock cage. After some squirming around he settled on a fetal position as being his most comfortable position, one arm under his head serving as a makeshift pillow.

“How’s that feel, Adeel?”

“Well, it’s not the most comfortable place I’ve ever slept. But…”

“But you love how it makes you feel like a pathetic bitch,” Mark finished the thought for him and Adeel found himself fully agreeing. Adeel looked up at Mark with a huge grin on his face.

“Yes! I feel so weak and pathetic!”

“Excellent,” Mark said as he used his foot down to gently press Adeel’s face back down to the concrete. “You can lay here and think about how a real man is fucking your wife in this slutty little outfit.”

An involuntary moan of pleasure escaped Adeel’s lips at Mark’s words and he tried to nod under the pressure of Mark’s foot. “Yes, I will.”

“Show some proper respect, Adeel. Since I’m an actual man, you should be referring to me as ‘sir.’

Adeel moaned again before a muffled “yes, sir!” could be heard from between Mark’s toes. Mark extracted his foot and stepped away.

“Go ahead and get some sleep, Adeel. You can finish sorting tonight. You sleep in here during the day, just like that. Oh, and you suck your thumb while you sleep.”

Adeel didn’t respond but instead immediately inserted his thumb into his mouth and began suckling on it like a pacifier. Mark turned to leave with Samira’s new work attire in hand. As he headed for the door, he noticed a second, unrelated schoolgirl costume lying on top of one of the piles. Struck with inspiration, he grabbed this costume as well.

“Sir?” Adeel asked from around the thumb in his mouth.

“What is it Adeel?”

“I… I need to use the bathroom.”

Mark rolled his eyes and looked around the room. He pointed to a bucket hanging against the wall that was presumably used to wash one of the family’s very nice cars. “Use that bucket. A bucket is a perfect toilet for a pathetic bitch like you. Pissing or shitting in the bucket are the only times you ever want to remove your device.”

Adeel nodded. It all made sense. “Thank you, sir. Please enjoy my wife!”

Back in the kitchen, Mark placed the schoolgirl costume on the counter and held the sexy secretary costume up. “Here you go, Samira. Perfect office attire for you.”

Samira’s eyes went wide at the sight of the costume. “Oh… uh… wow. Thank you, sir. It… it might be a little short though, don’t you think?”

“No. It’s perfect in every way. Go change.”

Samira immediately took the costume and scurried out of the room, eager to try it on. It was perfect!

As she left the kitchen, Ari ed by her. Ari was wearing only a matching blue bra and panties, but was as completely unbothered by her state of undress as everyone else in the house was. She gave Mark a wave and yawned as she opened the fridge and reached for some orange juice.

“Hey Ari! Good morning. I picked out what you’re going to wear today.”

Ari tilted her head in confusion. “You…?”

“Yeah, that’s normal for me to do. You’re excited to see it.”

Ari’s confusion cleared up and turned into intense curiosity immediately. “What’d you pick out?”

Mark proudly held up the skimpy schoolgirl costume, complete with plaid miniskirt and sheer white blouse.

“Oh… wow…” Ari said, searching for the words.

“It’s perfect because Braeden is going to think you’re so hot in this.”

Ari smiled. She hadn’t thought of it like that.

“Better go get dressed to make sure it fits,” Mark said.

Ari practically skipped out of the kitchen with the slutty schoolgirl outfit in hand, her glass of orange juice forgotten on the counter.

It was only a few minutes later when Samira re-entered the kitchen. She was now wearing an ultra-short black pencil skirt with a sheer white blouse that did almost nothing to conceal the black lace bra she was wearing underneath. She was wobbling to catch her balance as she precariously stood on a pair of matching stiletto heels. The combined effect was her olive brown legs appearing to extend for miles, ending in a skirt that came down just barely below her ass.

“Well, look at you! How do you like it?” Mark asked with a bemused expression on his face.

“It’s perfect!” Samira beamed and twirled around.

Mark handed Samira her coffee. “Better hurry up before you’re late. Oh, and call the house if your boss gives you any grief about your clothes for whatever reason.”

Samira nodded and took the coffee while fetching her purse. “Thank you, sir!”

As she reached the front door, Mark said “Samira?”

“Yes, sir?”

“You get so incredibly turned on when men leer at you. Have a good one!”

Samira blinked dully for a moment before smiling and giving a wave “will do, sir!”

As Mark heard Samira’s car pull out of the driveway, Ari came back downstairs, preceded by the clicking of her own high heels. She sported a short red plaid skirt and knee-high black socks. Her upper half was covered only by a sheer white blouse that was tied together in between her tits, leaving her toned tan midriff completely exposed and giving her impressive cleavage.

“How do I look?” Ari asked proudly as she twirled in place.

“Amazing! What do you think?”

“It’s perfect because Braeden will think I’m so hot in this!” Ari said, oblivious to the fact that she was parroting exactly the words Mark had programmed her to believe.

“He sure will! I think it’s missing one thing though….”

“Oh? What is it?” Ari asked, her concern visible. She needed to look hot for Braeden, lest she end up alone and miserable.

“Pigtails. I think it’d look better with pigtails.”

“Oh…” Ari said. “Thanks, Mark, but that’s not really my style. I’ve never worn my hair li—“

“You’ll look ridiculous in front of the whole school if you wear that outfit without pigtails,” Mark interrupted. Ari’s eyes filled with horror and she quickly turned and marched back upstairs to make herself look less ridiculous. She returned a few minutes later, her hair now done up in a pair of disheveled pigtails which made her look even more like a stereotype of sexy youth.

“That’s much better!” Mark chimed.

“Yeah! Thank you, Mark.” Ari smiled. She couldn’t believe she had almost gone to school looking so ridiculous. This was much better.

“Alright, now let’s go over the plan one more time.”

“The…plan?” Ari tilted her head curiously.

“To win over Braeden.”

“Oh, right!” Ari knew the answer to this. “I’m going to walk right up to him and make it clear that I’m desperate and my pussy is his to use.” She held her hands on her hips proudly, confident that she had this. But rather than affirm her, Mark only shook his head sadly.

“No, Ari, that’s not what you do.”

“It’s… not?” Ari asked, her expression turning concerned.

“No. Listen up. Braeden already knows you’re desperate and your pussy is available for his use. He knows you want him. What he needs to figure out now is whether he wants you. You put the hook out there, now you got to reel ’em in.”

Ari furrowed her brow. “I’m not sure I’m following. How do I do that?”

Mark sighed. “Ari, what drives men wild? More than anything.”

Ari considered the question for a moment. “Pussy?” she offered. Marked stifled a chuckle at how open she was about sex today compared to when he had first met her.

“Jealousy, Ari. Jealousy. To get Braeden to want you for a real, long-term relationship, you need to make him jealous.”

Ari’s head bobbled in agreement. “Got it. How… how should I do that?”

“Well, you look very fuckable, so that part’s taken care of.”

Ari blushed furiously. She wasn’t used to such forward compliments from the trusted family friend. “Thank you, Mark.”

“Now you got to put those looks to use. When you go to school, start flirting with every single guy who isn’t Braeden. Especially the ones who have girlfriends—if guys who pull girls are interested in you, that shows what a top commodity you are. This idea excites you.”

Ari looked concerned for a moment, but by the time Mark was done explaining, she was super excited to try this out. “Ok, I will!”

“But stay pure! Only tease the boys, don’t let them touch you. You don’t want everyone to think you’re a whore, right?”

Ari shook her head fervently. “Absolutely not!” She said as she adjusted her skirt to try and cover the bottom of her ass cheeks.

“That’s right. So, you get these guys all hot and bothered, and once Braeden sees how desired you are, he’ll never want to let you go. But, , don’t let him have the goods yet! Reel him in, slowly. You want to convey that you’re a desperate tease, not a loose slut!”

It all made perfect sense to Ari. “You got it, Mark! Thank you so much, I’ll have Braeden eating out of the palm of my hand! Although…. I am a little worried...”

“About?”

“What you picked out for me to wear. It’s perfect because Braeden will think I’m so hot, but it still might get me in trouble with the school. It’s not really dress code appropriate….”

“If any staff member gives you any grief about it, call here immediately and have them speak to me over the phone. Doing that will make everything ok.”

Ari was relieved to hear this. It wasn’t entirely clear how that would make everything ok, but she knew it would all the same.

“Thanks, Mark!”

“Of course, Ari. Now get going!”

Ari headed straight for the door; her instructions clear. This left Mark alone in the house with Alia, who was still upstairs taking advantage of her ability to sleep in, now that she no longer had classes to attend. He went upstairs and burst into her room without knocking. Alia shot up in bed, holding the comforter up to cover her nude upper body.

“Mark! Get out! I’m not dressed!” Alia said angrily.

Mark ignored the urgency in her tone. “I help manage your porn profile, so there is no reason to hide your nudity from me. You want me to look at your naked body because you’re insecure and badly want my daily assurance that you’re hot enough to make content.”

Alia dropped the comforter and stuck her chest out slightly, presenting her full brown breasts to Mark for the first time. It was embarrassing, but she suddenly felt extra nervous about her new job, and was secretly hoping Mark would find her tits nice enough to compliment.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to snap…. I was, uh… having a dream….” Alia said sheepishly, her brain reaching for something to explain her bizarre puritanical outburst towards her friend and porn career manager.

“No worries, Alia. So, ready for your first nude shoot today?”

Alia’s eyes widened and she gulped. She was open enough about sex that this shouldn’t bother her. On top of that, she had felt so good making her preview pictures the day before, she thought she would be more excited to do more. But now that the moment to get naked on camera was here, staring her in right in the face, she suddenly felt so insecure. She subtly swayed her boobs side to side, mentally willing Mark to say something that would reassure her that her awesome rack was good enough to do this.

“I… I think so…” she stammered. “Do… do you think I’m ready?” She brought her hands together in front of her, using her upper arms to push her tits together in a bid to draw Mark’s gaze.

Mark shrugged, turning his attention away from her and deliberately leaving her to squirm in her anxiety. “Maybe! We’ll find out, I guess. Go get showered. I’ll have an outfit for you to wear when you’re done. Oh, and shave your pussy.”

Alia moved without hesitation. Mark waited until she had walked past him to ogle her amazing body which was clad only in a thong. He knew that her unfulfilled need for his approval would only make her work that much harder during the photo shoot.

When Alia returned to the bedroom sometime later, she confidently dropped her towel and put her hands on her hips, leaving her entire glistening body proudly exposed to Mark, her crotch freshly shaved and smooth.

“How do I look?” She said with a flirty smile and wink.

Mark ignored the question and fiddled with the camera in his hands. Without looking up he pointed to the bed where a sexy nurse costume was laid out neatly.

“Get dressed,” Mark said.

Alia frowned at his disinterest but moved without hesitation to pick up the costume and begin putting it on. As she dressed, she wondered where Mark had gotten this on such short notice. Mark had no car and there were no adult-entertainment stores within walking distance.

“Cute! Where’d you get this, Mark?” Alia asked.

“Stop asking questions and finish dressing quickly. You don’t want to waste my time and you still need to do your hair and makeup after this.” Mark said, continuing to ignore (and, by extension, frustrate) her.

Nonetheless, Alia began picking up the pace. She did not want to waste Mark’s time, and she still had to do her hair and makeup after this. She finished dressing quickly and gave herself a look-over in the mirror. She was wearing extremely high candy-red pumps complete with matching red fishnets that covered most of her legs. Her butt was compressed inside a white miniskirt that hugged her tightly, and her round breasts were contained inside a white top that functioned more as a bra than a shirt, complete with lacy red strings that crisscrossed her stomach and back. Her arms were sheathed by white lace gloves and the ensemble was completed with a white collar that made her look extra submissive. Alia never knew she could look so sexy. She just hoped it was hot enough to be content-worthy.

After giving herself an approving nod, she quickly went back to the bathroom and began applying copious amounts of makeup before she wasted anymore of Mark’s time. By the time Mark had assembled the tripod and perfected the bedroom lighting, she emerged, hair fluffed up and face caked in eyeliner, blush, and mascara.

“Do I look good, Mark?” Alia asked, a hopeful lift in her voice.

This time, Mark gave her his attention. “Say that again but all demure and pouty, like you’re sad and desperate.”

Alia crossed her legs and held her hands behind her back, arching her chest out and pouting her full red lips while opening her eyes innocently. With a needy whine she repeated, “do I look good, Mark?”

Mark smiled at his creation. “Keep that exact energy for the shoot. Your audience will eat it up.”

Alia nodded, feeling marginally less insecure about herself.

“So, you have poses in mind for today?”

Alia kept pouting, not wanting to break character before the shoot. “Yes, Mark, I did the homework you suggested.” With a breathy moan she added: “it was very helpful.” She meant it too; she had learned a lot in a very short amount of time about how to act sexy from watching other girls. Mark always had the best ideas. She knew she trusted him for a reason.

“Good. Oh, I almost forgot!” Mark produced a ridiculous little folded white hat with a red medical cross on the front of it and placed it gingerly on top of her head. “There! You’ll never be a doctor, but at least you get to be a nurse, right? Now get on the bed.”

Samira had never experienced more eyes on her than she had walking into work that day. It felt like everyone was staring for some reason. The other female attorneys were giving her the dirtiest looks too. It was incredibly weird, but Samira could ignore those. What she was having a much harder time ignoring were the looks from the men. Samira had never received this level of male attention, even when she was younger. It seemed like every guy in the office was looking her up and down with great interest; and, for some inexplicable reason, it was making her so wet. It took less than an hour being at work for Samira to retreat completely into her office, as she was starting to fear her arousal would become too intense to hide. She sat behind her desk with the blinds closed desperately fanning herself with a stack of papers in an attempt to compose herself. What was going on with her? She was a happily married woman. Well, mostly. Adeel couldn’t be counted to do much of anything for her, but she loved him all the same, and she had never thought about straying. Not once. But between all the looks she was exchanging with the men at her office and the traitorous thoughts she had had about Mark the day prior, it was like she was twenty years younger and single again. She thought about buying a mini vibrator to keep in her purse, and briefly wondered why a person as sex-positive as her didn’t own a vibrator already. Even still, this felt like more than a simple need to get off. Though, getting off sounded really great right about now.

She was contemplating making an appointment with her doctor to inquire about her libido when the phone on her desk rang. She cleared her throat and smoothed down her shirt before picking it up.

“Hello?” Samira asked.

“I need you in my office. Right now!” The stern voice of her firm’s head, Mrs. Gallegos, said before quickly slamming the receiver down on her end. Samira had never heard her boss that angry. A cold chill ran down her back as she wondered what that could be about. Samira was a model employee at the firm, so she was blanking on what her boss could be mad at her for. Hopefully it wasn’t about her, and was some unrelated matter that Samira could assist with. She adjusted her miniskirt and shifted her weight on her sexy stilettos before taking a deep breath and heading down the hall to her boss’s corner office, anxious to find out what her boss could be mad about. As she walked, she ed Jim from IT and one of the male paralegals whose name escaped her in that moment. Both men leered hungrily at her and she averted her gaze, trying to keep her blushing under control and praying that they couldn’t smell how soaked her panties were. What was happening?

Samira knocked on the door to her boss’ office and was met with an angry response through the door. “Get in here!”

As Samira stepped inside, her boss glowered at her, looking her up and down with a furious glint in her eye.

“Jesus, Samira. I was hoping this was some kind of prank. I’ve received half a dozen complaints this morning, and I insisted that it couldn’t be true. Samira Davi is one of our best lawyers, I said. She would never. But I guess I’m the fool. Have you lost your damn mind?”

Samira was so confused. “Is everything alright, Mrs. Gallegos?”

“Is that a serious question?!” Mrs. Gallegos snapped. “What the hell are you wearing in my building?!”

Samira looked down at herself and then back at her boss, trying to ascertain what she was talking about.

“What... I’m …wearing? I’m sorry, I don’t think I understand the question.”

Her boss blinked rapidly, momentarily at a loss for words for how to address Samira’s inappropriate behavior.

“Samira, are you ok? Like, mentally? Is there some medical episode you’re having that I should be aware of? What has gotten into you? Do you, a woman of your age and experience, seriously believe what you’re wearing is appropriate for this or any other place of professional employment?”

Samira didn’t respond. Instead, she walked right up to her boss’ desk, picked up the phone, and began dialing. Her boss became even more baffled at her employee’s behavior.

“Samira? Hello? I’m talking to you!”

Samira continued ignoring her, putting the phone up to her ear and patiently waiting as if her boss wasn’t even in the room.

“Samira! Hang up the phone right now!”

Samira didn’t listen. She patiently stood there waiting as the phone rang, until Mark picked up a few seconds later.

“Hello?” Mark said from the other end of the line.

“Hi, sir!” Samira said.

“Samira! What can I do for you?” Mark said. In the background, a high-pitched squeal could be heard.

“Oooh, doctor! Is that for me?” a whiny woman’s voice could be heard saying faintly. It almost sounded like one of her girls, but Samira had never heard her daughters make that tone of voice before.

“Who’s that?” Samira asked.

“It’s Alia. She’s filming some content for her page,” Mark explained.

“Oh, that’s great! I can’t wait to see it!”

Samira’s boss was beside herself with anger. “Samira! Hang up the damn phone! You have three seconds or I swear to God, I’m firing you!”

“Is that your boss I hear?” Mark asked.

“Uh, yeah,” Samira said.

“Is she mad at you?”

“Yes sir. I’m really not sure why, but I think I have to go now…”

“SAMIRA! Hang. Up.” Mrs. Gallegos stood and tried to reach for the receiver.

“Samira, hand your boss the phone and tell her that this will explain everything. Insist that she listen and then, when she takes it, patiently wait for her to hand you the phone back.”

Samira nodded and extended the phone to her boss. “It’s for you. This will explain everything.”

Her boss practically growled in annoyance. “What? Samira, we are having a serious meeting concerning your future at this firm, hang up the phone RIGHT NOW or—“

“Please! Just listen,” Samira said, a desperate look in her eye.

Mrs. Gallegos saw the sincerity in Samira’s face and huffed, snatching the phone from her hand.

“What? Who is this!?” She barked.

“Do not hang up. Listen to every word I say and give no indication to Samira that anything is wrong or unusual. Give the appearance that you are having a casual conversation as you listen to me closely and answer all my questions truthfully,” Mark said quickly.

Mrs. Gallegos’ features softened immediately and she sat back down, listening into the phone intently. “Yeah,” she said. Inside, her mind was doing cartwheels trying to figure out what was happening, but she gave no outward indication of this.

“Tell me your name.”

“Julia Gallegos.”

“Ok, Julia. Are you upset with Samira because she’s dressed inappropriately for work?”

“Yes,” Julia confirmed.

“I see. Are you married, Julia?”

“Yes, I am.”

“Married to a man?”

“That’s right.”

“Well, there’s your problem right there, Julia.”

“…what do you mean?” Julia’s mind raced to piece together what this was and why she was playing along. Was that…moaning in the background?

“Julia, you’re a massive dyke living in the closet, stuck in a sham marriage.”

“Oh, ok,” Julia said calmly. Despite her non-chalant demeanor, red flags were going off everywhere inside her brain. How the hell did this stranger on the phone know that? She was a very conservative woman and always had been. Her family and community would never accept her sexuality, so she had carefully kept that secret from everyone in her life for years; how could anyone have possibly known? And why was she being so relaxed about it?! She willed herself to hang up the phone, but instead simply gave a slight nod. She couldn’t let Samira see that anything was wrong, and she had to listen to this call closely and answer any questions this man may have.

“Samira’s outfit isn’t upsetting because it’s inappropriate for the office, you just don’t like how it’s giving you distracting thoughts about how fucking sexy she is. Samira might be the sexiest woman you know. You’ve had a huge crush on her for as long as you can . It’s difficult to hide your feelings for her on the best of days, let alone when she’s dressed so hot.”

Julia blushed furiously and turned her chair away from Samira. She couldn’t let Samira see how turned on she was getting from just being in the same room as her sexy employee. “Uh huh,” Julia concurred. How the hell did this guy know all this? Who was this?

“You don’t want Samira to get in trouble. You want her to keep wearing what she’s wearing so you can see her hot little body. In fact, you hope she dresses even sexier going forward. The office dress code doesn’t concern you at all.”

“Ok,” Julia said. She tugged at the collar of her shirt, trying to get some air, while Samira stood just feet away from her, looking like the sexiest woman Julia had ever seen. It was true, and Julia couldn’t lie to herself about it anymore. Seeing her crush every day was one of the highlights of her day-to-day life, given her sad, loveless sham of a marriage. She wanted as much of that gorgeous Samira eye-candy as she could get. Still, it was disturbing how this man on the phone seemed to know her better than she knew herself.

“If any of your employees complain about Samira, you’re going to frame them to get them fired with cause,” Mark continued.

“That makes sense,” Julia said. Except for the blush in her cheeks, Julia looked downright bored as she said it. But internally her thoughts were a maelstrom of panic, trying to regain control of herself and desperately wondering why she was agreeing to this. Samira meanwhile stood patiently, curious as to what Mark could be saying to her boss.

As if reading her mind, Mark answered Julia’s question. “You’ll do this because you’re crushing on Samira so hard. You desperately want her to like you. You’d do anything to make her like you as a person, and you’re so nervous about how she’d react if she knew about your schoolgirl crush on her. You care about what Samira thinks of you more than you care about your career and far more than you care about your marriage.”

“Oh, right,” Julia said. That answered at least some of the questions she had. She turned back to Samira and gave her a warm smile. Hopefully Samira wasn’t upset about Julia’s prior outburst. God, she was so fucking cute!

“Samira can do anything she wants at work. You would never fire or discipline her. You want her to have whatever she wants.”

“True,” Julia said. This guy really had her figured out, and it was scaring her. Why wasn’t she hanging up? Why wasn’t she saying anything other than these casual affirmations? She wished she could signal to Samira with her eyes for help, but she found she was far too nervous to make eye with the other woman.

“Obviously, you’re sexually frustrated by your marriage, and Samira’s tight body on display just makes that so much worse. She makes you so wet. So, feel free to sneak in multiple masturbation breaks whenever you’re at work. You know you need it; you do this a lot already.”

“Is that so? Sounds good,” Julia said. Her mind was screaming louder than ever that something was very wrong. How could he know that? Was someone blackmailing her? Spying on her? She thought she had always been so discrete when she masturbated at work! She crossed her legs tightly, feeling the familiar moisture beginning to pool between her thighs that happened whenever her beloved Samira was nearby.

A female’s squeal of ecstasy could be heard somewhere in the background as Mark continued. “Now, hand the phone back to Samira and sit there silently and calmly until Samira hangs up the phone. When Samira hangs up, you will forget everything that occurred since you walked in to the office this morning.”

“Alright, that’s good to hear. Thank you! Bye now.” Julia smiled up at Samira and handed the phone back to her, batting her eyelashes slightly. What the hell? What was that supposed to mean? How could she possibly forget any of this surreal interaction!? No, Julia would be having a lot of questions for Samira. Just as soon as she found the will to speak normally again. Julia silently struggled to do so as Samira took the phone back. But rather than freak out like she wanted to, Julia found she just neutrally sat there, waiting patiently for Samira to finish the phone call and praying that Samira didn’t think she was weird.

Samira held the phone up to her ear. “Hello?”

“DOCTOR! Oh god, yes, I need that medicine!” Alia screamed through the other end of the line.

“Um… hello?” Samira tried again.

“Hi Samira, sorry, got a little distracted for a moment there,” Mark said as he moved away from Alia’s exclamations.

“No problem,” Samira assured. She understood. Alia and Mark were hard at work kickstarting Alia’s new career.

“Samira, if anyone at your office gives you any further problems about your attire, direct them to speak to Mrs. Gallegos. When you hang up the phone, you will forget everything that has occurred since you walked into the office this morning. Hang up the phone now.”

Samira set the phone down. The moment the phone clicked onto the receiver, it was as if lightning struck both women, and they suddenly forgot everything that was going on. They blinked and looked around in confusion.

“Oh, um, Mrs. Gallegos!” Samira said, frantically trying to recall what she was in her boss’ office for and pressing her thighs together as she suddenly realized her barely-concealed underwear was incredibly wet.

Julia was equally panicked, she tousled her hair and sat up straight, desperate to make herself look presentable to Samira while also concealing the juices threatening to stain the front of her own pants. “Samira! Hi! What… what brings you in today?” She smiled, trying to act natural.

“I’m…not… really sure,” Samira said, lamely. “Sorry, I think I spaced out and walked into the wrong office. That’s embarrassing.”

Julia laughed a little too loudly. “No worries, hon! Happens to the best of us. Not enough coffee today, huh?”

Samira nodded and smiled. “Yeah. I actually didn’t get much sleep last night.”

“Well, hey, if you feel like heading home early today, feel free! Can I say you look… really nice today,” Julia said as she tried not to ogle Samira’s legs too obviously.

“Why, thank you, Mrs. Gallegos!” Samira said, pleasantly surprised by both the offer and the compliment. “I might just take you up on that,” she yawned. It would be nice to get a nap in before her shift as Mark’s servant started.

“Please, call me Julia.”

“Oh, right. Thank you, Julia.”

“Yes and, by the way, when you’re feeling a little better, please stop by my office again. I think it’s a good time to discuss giving you a potential pay raise.”

Samira’s eyes widened. “Oh! Really? Thank you, Mrs.Ga—…. Julia.”

Julia nodded, trying to keep her breathing under control. “Of course! No one deserves it more than you.”

Samira could only smile. Agreeing to a second job as Mark’s personal servant was advancing her career even faster than she had imagined!

“Well…. alright then! I’ll… schedule a meeting for later this week. Thank you again.” Samira gave one last smile at her unusually happy boss and left to return to her office.

As soon as she was gone, Julia breathed a sigh of relief before standing and quickly locking the door to her office. She gave the blinds a quick look to make sure they were doing their job before hurriedly unbuttoning her pants and plunging her hand down to her needy pussy. As had become her shameful routine whenever Samira was around, Julia began frantically fingering herself; softly moaning Samira’s name as she pictured what the other woman looked like underneath that tiny black skirt.

Brooke looked up from her locker as she heard some commotion from the other seniors. She had to do a double take as she saw what was causing the stir. Her best friend, Ari, was walking in her direction. But she did not look like the Ari that Brooke knew. This version of Ari was dressed like the biggest whore Brooke had ever seen; something out of a pervert’s wet dream. To make it even stranger, Ari didn’t seem to be embarrassed. If anything she was reveling in the stares, the whistles, and the scandalized whispers that were following her with every step. Brooke looked aghast as she watched Ari shamelessly run her hand lightly along the bicep of one of the senior running backs, before whispering something into his ear. Brooke wasn’t sure what Ari had said, but the wide-eyed expression of the boy gave her some indication of what the message was. Ari then immediately turned and blew a kiss to one of the science nerds gawking at her from the other side of the hall before continuing her way. Brooke blinked, sure that she was imagining the fact that Ari seemed to lift her incredibly tiny skirt up a bit as she left them in her wake, giving an even more unobstructed view to her ass than they were already getting. This was behavior Brooke had never seen Ari come even close to displaying in all the years they had been friends. Something was wrong.

“Hey Brooke!” Ari said chipperly.

“Ari? What the hell are you doing?”

Ari tilted her head to the side quizzically, causing her ridiculous pigtails to flop around. “What do you mean?”

“Seriously? Why are you dressed like that!?”

Ari looked down at herself before looking back up, a huge smile on her face. “Oh! You like it? Braeden is going to lose his mind when he sees.” She gave a little twirl to allow her friend to take in the full ensemble.

Brooke scoffed; her eyes wide with disbelief and her voice thick with sarcasm. “Yeah, I bet he fucking will, Ari!”

Ari didn’t seem to notice the sarcasm. “I know, right?” she beamed.

Brooke looked around and saw that a crowd was forming around the scantily clad teenager. In a bid to save her oblivious friend from the phones that were being raised to take photos of her, Brooke quickly gripped Ari’s wrist and pulled her away, disappearing the two of them inside the girl’s bathroom.

It was Ari’s turn to be concerned. “Brooke? Where are we going?”

Brooke made sure no one was following them and shut the bathroom door before wheeling on her friend. “Ari, talk to me. What is this?”

Ari continued to look at her with that dumb, oblivious expression. “What? The outfit?”

“Yes, the outfit!” Brooke huffed, trying to keep the exasperation out of her voice.

“Isn’t it perfect? Braeden is going to think I’m so hot in this.” Ari said with a dreamy glint in her eyes, playing with one of her pigtails as she envisioned his reaction.

“Yeah, Ari, I get it. But you look…. You look like….” Brooke stopped herself, gauging how mean she wanted to be about this versus how urgently she needed Ari to understand.

Ari furrowed her brow in concern at her friend’s strange behavior. “What is it, Brooke? Oh my god, is my hair ok?” She quickly examined the pigtail in her hand. She knew that, without the pigtails, this outfit would make her look completely ridiculous.

Brooke wasn’t even sure what to say. “What? Your hair? Ari, do you see yourself?”

Ari was beginning to grow frustrated by her friend’s vagueness. “Brooke, can you just spit it out? I don’t get what you’re saying.”

“Ari! You’re… you’re dressed like a complete slut!”

As soon as the words left Brooke’s mouth she knew she had wounded her friend. Ari gave a sharp inhale, and Brooke could see it in Ari’s eyes; the light in them fading slightly as she felt the unexpected sting of betrayal. Brooke immediately felt bad, but she also didn’t know how else she could have phrased it. Brooke had seen hardcore porn actresses behave with more modesty and class, and if Ari was going to play dumb about it than some bluntness was called for.

“Wow… thanks. Tell me how you really feel, Brooke,” Ari said as she crossed her arms over her chest defensively.

“I’m sorry, Ari, but…. I mean, what do you want me to say?”

“I don’t know Brooke, maybe don’t call your best friend a slut? What has gotten into you?”

Brooke gawked at her friend. “What has gotten into me? Ari, is this some kind of joke? You really don’t see the problem with how you’re dressed?”

“No, Brooke, I don’t. Why are you being so mean?”

Before Brooke could respond, the door to the bathroom swung open and in stepped Mrs. Wilson, the school principal. Brooke held her breath as she braced for the principal to chew out Ari for her wildly inappropriate attire. But the scolding never came. In fact, Mrs. Wilson barely seemed to even notice Brooke and Ari were there. Instead, the principal was entirely focused on the cell phone she was holding up to her ear. Brooke did a double take as she noticed the pink case and recognized it as being Ari’s cell phone.

“Found her! Ok, I’ve brought the phone to every staff member; you’ve spoken with all of them. I’m back with Ari now,” the usually strict principal said to whoever she was speaking to. She didn’t even so much as glance at Ari’s scandalous attire, and instead remained totally engrossed in whatever conversation she was having. A male voice could be faintly heard on the other end of the line.

“Good. Hand the phone back to Ari and then go back to your office, lock your door, and spend the rest of the school day using your fingers to try and find the stick up your ass. Forget this phone call ever happened when you get back to your office. Go now.”

From where she was standing, Brooke could only make out smell fragments of words coming from the other end of the line but the few words she did hear were enough to tell her that it was a bizarre conversation. Mrs. Wilson handed the phone back to Ari and then calmly turned and left without another word, much to Brooke’s disbelief.

“Hello?” Ari said into the phone, and the same voice responded.

“No teachers will give you any more problems with your clothes, Ari. Hang up and don’t think about it anymore.”

“Thanks Mark!” Ari said and hung up, depositing the device back into her bag. Meanwhile Brooke was trying to comprehend what she just saw.

“Ari? Who was that?”

“Oh, just Mark.”

“Mark? Who is Mark?”

Ari’s look of confusion morphed into a Cheshire smile. “Ok, what is this? Are you and Mark pulling some kind of prank here?”

“What? Ari, I don’t know anyone named ‘Mark.’”

“Yeah, right. He was acting like he didn’t know you yesterday too, and now you’re both acting strange. What’s the punchline here?”

Brooke bristled. “Ari! I don’t know what you’re talking about!”

Ari rolled her eyes. “Sure, Brooke. It’s real believable that my two closest friends magically have never heard of each other. Can you just drop the act and tell me what’s going on with you two?”

“Ari….” Brooke started, but her words were cutoff by the loud electronic blaring tone coming over the PA that signaled the next period was to begin in two minutes.

“Shit, I got to get to class,” Ari said as she gathered her things and turned towards the door.

“Wait! Ari, can you…. can you please call me after school?”

Ari crossed her arms defensively again. “Why? So you can call me a slut again?”

“No! I…” Brooke exhaled in frustration. “I’m sorry I said that, ok? I just… would really like to talk to you about…. um, Mark.”

“Oh! So you do know who he is. Imagine that.”

“Yeah…” Brooke lied. “Please, just call me, ok?”

Ari looked her friend up and down, trying to judge her friend’s intentions and bizarre behavior, before reaching down to adjust her skirt. “Fine. I’ll call you later.”

“Thank you,” Brooke said.

With that, Ari turned and left, leaving Brooke to try and grapple with everything she just witnessed. Something terribly wrong was happening, and Brooke owed it to her best friend to try and get to the bottom of it. Her first lead was obvious: this “Mark.” Supposedly one of Ari’s closest friends, that she somehow had never mentioned in the entire decade that Brooke had known her. Whatever was happening, this guy must have something to do with it. If “Mark” was making Ari act like this—through blackmail, intimidation, or some other means Brooke hadn’t even thought of—she was going to find out, and she was going to put a stop to it. She would get Braeden or even the police involved if she needed to. No one was going to mess with Ari so long as Brooke had anything to say about it.