Existential Crisis But Make It Kinky

Emily walked in on the two men mid-conversation, and nothing terrified her more than the awkward creak of the executive suite door and the sudden, intense stares from one of the most powerful men in her whole company and one of the richest men in the entire world. She recognized Byron Gordon only from livestreamed town hall events, she recognized Tom Zalman only from articles on CNN, and now both of them were not only in the same room with her but devoting a slightly menacing amount of attention to her. It was enough to magnify her social anxiety to an absurd degree, even though she reminded herself she'd been expected and sent for, and she closed the door behind her with no small amount of trepidation.

Her palms only got sweatier when she noticed there was nowhere for her to sit. The room had exactly two chairs, and both of them were occupied, and neither man seemed to be showing the slightest interest in getting up to offer her a seat. In fact, they'd turned their attention back to each other entirely, and Emily was torn between being insulted by the way they talked as though she wasn't there and grateful to avoid another pair of intense, scrutinizing stares like the ones she'd just gotten. "It's really more the technology I'm interested in, Byron. You're sure there's no way I could even license this? Subject to restrictions, of course, we could work out an arrangement."

Emily didn't know what technology they were talking about--she was a procurement specialist, and she'd assumed she was being brought up to discuss supply chain disruptions and the company's strategy for avoiding them. But she was also pretty good at reading people, and she recognized the mirthless dismissal behind Byron's warm, friendly chuckle. "That was the mistake IBM and Apple made in the 80s. Once you let these things out of your sight, they can be reverse engineered, and before you know it you've just made a new competitor. Or owner, in this case. We both know the first thing someone with this kind of tech would do is use it on their rivals. No, I think you'll need to remain satisfied with the human capital involved in the deal, which is quite an attractive prospect. Emily, naked and on my desk, please."

The terrifying part was that she didn't even hesitate. There wasn't so much as a moment of resistance, not the tiniest shred of shock or terror or indignant anger at being unexpectedly commanded like that; instead, Emily simply undressed in a series of smooth, rapid, entirely mechanical motions and clambered onto Byron's desk to crouch on all fours with her sweaty palms flat on the burnished mahogany surface and her tits hanging down. "You can see what I mean here," Byron continued smoothly, continuing to talk around Emily as though she was nothing more than decoration. "There's really no limit to the amount of conditioning we can put them through, you can order them by the hundred and make them do whatever you want."

Tom was slightly more interested in her presence, but only slightly; he inspected Emily's pussy, hefted her dangling tits in his hands like he was weighing them, and stuck his finger into her mouth still slick with her own musk. The even more terrifying part was that Emily wasn't terrified by any of it--a blanket of lethargic acceptance had settled over her mind, and she just stared straight ahead and waited for her next command. "By the hundred, you say?" Tom asked, but the question and indeed the whole conversation were becoming increasingly abstract as her programming kicked in, and Emily finally realized the purpose of all those livestreamed events as her brain fully settled into obedience to her Master.

Model: Goth Charlotte