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be lowly office worker in the wake of finishing college but lacking the connections to have a non-soulless job
at least I'm not starving
following a reshuffling of management, our once male director has become female, and she's a deep blue demoness with terrifyingly appealing assets
every male in the office wants to fuck her and she goes out of her way to tease and tantalize
ironically that makes us work all the more studiously because of her charisma
even I can't help but rub one out every few nights to the thought of taking her, though I doubt I'd have the power to do it in real life
everything starts to settle into routine: the males get tugged around by our curvacious demoness boss and the females gossip endlessly about how much of a slut she is, despite the fact that every guy in the office has tried and failed to make an advance on her
one of her secretaries approaches me in the middle of some spreadsheet work, saying that I need to speak to the boss
save my shit and get up, adjusting my clothes and following her to the office
I'm nervous as fuck; meeting with higher ups was never my strong suit, I just want to work and be left alone
It doesn't help that anyone with testosterone in their blood can't help but be lured in and controlled by the boss for whatever job she asks
I enter the office and close the door behind me, announcing my presence before getting cut off almost immediately
Boss calls me by my name and asks me to sit at her desk, her chair facing towards the streets of the city and away from me, her nails tapping on the wood arms of the chair
she asks me how work has been following the reshuffle, if I feel up to par with the expectations of the company
she spoke in a sultry sweet voice, filling my body with sexual frustration and general unease
try to calmly explain that work has been good and that I've been learning what I can; this is my first 'real' job
she chuckles condescendingly before stopping her taps, bringing her hands together to make those steeple things with your fingers and twisting the chair around the face me
her black sclera and red iris' burned into my skull, probing my mind for weakness or lies
I gulped
She said that it's good that I've found a place in my work, but asks if there's something more that I want
My eyes gravitated towards her generous cleavage before snapping back up at her piercing eyes
They seemed to demand total sincerity; any misdirection or manipulation on my part would be ill-advised
Take a breath
I tell her that as much as I enjoy the work and the pay, I feel unfulfilled. Networking is difficult when so many people here are only in it for themselves
She nods and presses me to continue
I say that I feel as if I'm stuck, and there doesn't seem to be anyone to broach this subject to in the workplace, and I don't care much for boozing it up with colleagues
Her countenance stays just as sharp
I apologize for the negativity; if this wasn't what she wanted then I apologize
She waves off my civility, saying that this is just what she wanted to hear
She stands up with a flourish, her heels making loud clicks on the floor as she paces the room
She talks about how she also had those feelings, back when she was but a lowly succubus that subsisted off the bidding of higher demonesses
She pitied me and my situation, and was willing to offer me a deal, a 'change of contract' if I was interested
I already knew where this was going: she wanted me to sell my soul to her or something in order to be her plaything or boytoy until she wanted to toss me aside for another
She was actively trying to sabotage my escape from out of here
She seemed to pick up on my suspicions, cracking a fanged smiled while returning to her desk
two pieces of paper were brought before me: the termination of my employment and a new contract as her assistant
She said in a silky voice that there wasn't much choice in the matter; either leave and have my records tarnished, or stay and be at the whims of her bidding
She handed me a pen with a pinprick at the top; I was to sign this in my blood
The contract was all in demontongue; I couldn't understand any of it, but I understood what I had just been roped into
I resigned, letting out a breath as I dotted the parchment with my essence
She smiled that sinister grin once again, though this time it was…warmer for lack of a better word
She thanked me for my cooperation and simply stated that I'm free to pack my things and move them to her office; today is my first day
