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Corporate Psychology I Jennifer Taylor stood quietly in the ladies room just off the lobby at the Corporate Offices of Prescott-Lowell Pharmaceutical. She was checking herself in the mirror carefully. She needed to make sure that every hair was in place, her makeup perfect, and not so much as the slightest wrinkle to disturb the smart looking business suit that she wore. Today was a special day and she was here early to make sure that everything went well, at least those things that were her responsibility. Granted that being the receptionist was not the most significant position in the company, but today she would be playing hostess also, and for a special group of bankers and investors. Ms Prescott had made sure that Jennifer clearly understood how important today was and how much she was depending on Jennifer to greet and make welcome these visitors. Jennifer had a great deal of respect for Ms Prescott and hoped to learn more about business from her. She was such a strong and powerful woman and commanded that respect. Although Jennifer knew that her given name was Evelyn and had heard the other partners calling her Eve, she would only every call her Ms Prescott. While Jennifer didn't know or couldn't convey much about the business aspects at Prescott-Lowell, she was the face that would meet, greet and be remembered by these gentlemen, and, Ms Prescott had made it abundantly clear that she would not tolerate any breach of pleasantry, or decorum including Jennifer presenting herself as less than the wonderfully beautiful and stimulating lady that she was. Whatever these gentlemen in attendance today wanted, she was to be sure that they were taken care of, and that meant anything... anything at all. Jennifer was hoping that these gentlemen would remain just that, gentlemen; but at the same time she was prepared to do what she had to do. At the end of the day this group of investors and bankers would be deciding just how rich Ms Prescott and the other partners in Prescott-Lowell would become and Jennifer needed to make sure that if there was anything that she could do to help out that it would be done, and done to the satisfaction of any of these gentlemen and Ms Prescott. After all, if everything went well today. Ms Prescott had promised Jennifer that there might be a little something in it for her as well. But that wouldn't have mattered anyway, because there was no way that she would ever disappoint Ms Prescott, she had been trained better than to allow that to happen, and just thinking about the punishment that she would receive for the least possible mistake made her feel the pain that she knew would accompany it. Jennifer had chosen her outfit for today with extreme care. Ms Prescott had said business professional and sexy, but not overtly so. There was still a place in this world for subtlety. So Jennifer had taken the money proffered by Ms Prescott and purchased this outfit especially for today. The lingerie came first; it was the base for everything else and set the tone for the entire outfit. The bra, panty and garter belt were made of fine satin edged with intricate Italian lace. While many people preferred French, Jennifer loved the detail of the Italian lace. She had added a camisole and half slip of the same delicate material. Covering her legs were stockings in nude tone, so sheer that they felt like a whisper against her skin. The blouse that Jennifer chose was made of coarse silk in deep red and closed with pearl buttons allowing a good enough view of her cleavage to be provocative but not trashy. The suit consisted of a fitted skirt and jacket in navy with off white pinstripes. The skirt ended at mid thigh just covering the stockings and garter tabs. Jennifer selected a pair of red pumps with ankle straps and five-inch heels that matched the color of the blouse. For jewelry she chose a simple gold woven chain necklace and bracelet and gold rope strand earrings. All in all, Jennifer was very satisfied with the reflection that she saw in the mirror. Definitely business, definitely sexy and definitely not over done. She smiled at herself and turned to exit the ladies room. No matter what else happened today, she was sure that she was properly dressed and ready to do the meet and greet to the best of her ability, hoping against all odds that she would face no challenges beyond those of her simple hostess position. But just in case, she was prepared to do what she had to do, come what may. Ms Prescott would expect and accept nothing less. At 7:45 Jennifer opened the lobby door. She still had a little time to wait as the guest weren't due to start arriving until 9:00 and she was told that they would be in and out most of the morning. As she unlocked the outer door, she looked up to see Ms Prescott arriving in her new BMW followed closely by Roger Blair, the Executive Vice President and marketing guru for the company, second in the company only to Ms Prescott. He parked his black Mercedes next to the red beamer and hurried to get out of the car in time to open the door for Ms Prescott. Apparently she was quite taken by his simple act of gallantry because she smiled, gave him a brief hug and a kiss on the cheek. Seeing this happen gave Jennifer a slightly sick feeling in the pit of her stomach, but she did not know why. Everyone in the office knew that the two of them were an item, especially for the past three years after Mr. Prescott gave up the Presidency of the company to his wife while taking an extended sick leave. To the best of Jennifer's knowledge, no one had seen Taylor Prescott for over two years and there were rumors that he had secretly been divorced from his wife or even that he had died and that it had been hushed up to save Ms Prescott from the media. In her position Ms Prescott now controlled a 70% share of the partnership but strove to stay out of the spotlight, letting the other partners, particularly Mr. Blair enjoy any notoriety. At any rate Jennifer watched as Ms Prescott and Mr. Blair walked across the parking lot and up the stairs leading to the building entrance. They did in fact make quite a good looking couple. Jennifer stood quietly next to the reception desk as Ms Prescott and Mr. Blair entered the lobby. It was a rule that she would stand for inspection by Ms Prescott and wait to be addressed by her. When in the presence of Ms Prescott she never spoke until spoken to. She had learned this simple lesson early in their relationship. Ms Prescott would assign demerits quickly which were totaled at the end of the day when punishment would be determined. The last time that Jennifer had made the mistake of wishing Ms Prescott good morning on a particularly lovely day, prior to being addressed first, she had spent the evening on her hands and knees scrubbing the tile floor of the lobby with a tooth brush and cotton swabs. It had taken her more than six hours to complete the task which she performed naked to prevent any damage to her clothing. She had arrived home after midnight too tired to eat and collapsed into bed. She woke at 4:30 to be back to the office early enough to check her work and touch up any areas that she had missed the night before. So now she stood quietly with her eyes cast slightly downward with the requisite smile on her face hoping that she would pass inspection today. Ms Spencer stopped short of where Jennifer stood and gave one last lingering kiss to Mr. Blair before he headed off to his office. This was not a kiss to reward gallantry, but the kiss of lovers. Lips touching and then parting slightly and then tongues becoming intertwined. Jennifer hated when they did this, but she didn't know why. The sick feeling returned to her stomach, only to be chased when the kiss had broken and Ms Prescott had turned her attention away from her lover and to Jennifer. "Good morning Jennifer..." said Ms Prescott, "and just how is my lovely little receptionist this fine morning? I really love the outfit. It appears that your sense of fashion and style gets better with each passing day. Now be a dear and bring me some coffee to my office. I need one more shot of caffeine before the boys start to arrive. I need to be sharp and on my toes today. These boys are going to make me rich, or should I say richer, a lot richer than I ever thought that I would be." Jennifer was relieved. It appeared that Ms Prescott was in not only a good mood today, but a great mood. At last Jennifer raised her head to meet Ms Prescott's eyes, "Yes Ms Prescott. Good morning Ms Prescott. Coffee in your office, will that be for you only or will Mr. Blair be joining you?" Ms Prescott smiled back at Jennifer. "Well how sweet and thoughtful of you to ask Jennifer, but it will only be me. However, why don't you bring a cup for yourself? We need to talk for a few minutes and you might as well relax before the investors begin to arrive. God knows that once they get here none of us will be able to relax." Amazement crossed Jennifer's face just at the thought of being asked to have coffee with Ms Prescott. She quickly curtseyed and turned to get the coffee. "Yes Ms Prescott. It won't be but a minute." As she walked down the hall to the break room where the coffee was ready to be poured she couldn't recall what made her decide to curtsey? Was this the first time or had she done it before? Oh well, Ms Prescott seemed to appreciate it, so she would make sure to keep doing it. Now I had better put it out of mind and get the coffee. Ms Prescott did not appreciate dawdling. The last time that Jennifer was slow with the coffee it had cost her two days in the office wearing six inch heels with a slim eight inch chain between them to teach her to walk properly taking small steps quickly enough to get the job done. Further slowness that day due to that training had cost her a bare bottom spanking administered by Ms Prescott with Mrs. Underhill, the HR manager, standing by as witness. As Jennifer was leaving the break room with Ms Prescott's coffee she almost bumped into Charles Dawes and David Steiner. They were the other two remaining partners in the company, although much lesser partners than Ms Prescott or Mr. Blair. Both of these gentlemen were very pleasant to work with and were in particularly good moods today for the up coming investors meeting. Even though they each owned less than 10% of the company, the right decisions made today could make them both multi millionaires. Jennifer nodded a brief hello to them and continued on her way, coffee tray in hand. As she proceeded down the hall Jennifer overheard a brief comment from one of them as they continued their discussion. "The key to everything is being able to secure Taylor's signature on the partnership release before we approve the IPO date. I know that Eve has said this won't be an issue, but unless we have those documents signed by next Friday the IPO date could be pushed back by months." Jennifer had no idea what an IPO was, but she had heard the term used frequently by the partners when they discussed today's investors meeting. She was such a total ditz when it came to any business matters or for that matter any topic that required complex thinking. Her math skills were so poor that she had a difficult time keeping her checkbook balanced and she was struggling with the task of learning to drive. It seemed that she would have to resign herself to riding the bus or on a special occasion, like today, taking a taxi into the office. This was however somewhat of a treat for her since it was not something she could afford on a regular basis. Besides, she had met many very nice people while riding the bus and no matter how hard she tried, she didn't think that she would ever have enough money for the down payment on even a used car, let alone trying to make the monthly payments. There was always a cute dress or shoes at the mall that she just had to have and before she knew it the money was gone. But it was worth it, because when she would show the new clothes to Ms Prescott and tell her what a wonderful deal she had received; just the smile in Ms Prescott eyes was reward enough. Jennifer knew she was just a dumb blonde, but was content with that. If she could ever become more than that it would be great, but at the same time she was happy with her life as it was. Carrying the tray with coffee into to Ms Prescott's office Jennifer stood quietly but patiently until her presence was acknowledged. Ms Prescott directed her to place the tray on the conference table in the corner of the office and then to serve the coffee. With Ms Prescott served at her desk Jennifer returned and filled a cup for herself. She added artificial sweetener and cream to her coffee to make it palatable; she couldn't understand how Ms Prescott could tolerate to drink her coffee black. With the cup in hand she moved to stand in front of Ms Prescott's desk, the one place where she always stood when required in this office. She tried to act casual and relaxed but was unable to do so. In the end she finished her coffee quickly and returned to stand in position in a more business like pose. Ms Prescott looked up from the report she was reading and set her coffee cup aside. She surveyed Jennifer from top to bottom in a slow moving gaze. "Jennifer, do you remember Mr. Prescott?" Jennifer appeared to think about her answer even though it did not require her to do so. "No Ms Prescott, I do not believe that we were ever introduced." Ms Prescott smiled at her, pleasing Jennifer very much. "Well young lady, I believe that it may become necessary for the two of you to meet. I need a favor from him and it will require your help. Do you mind?" Jennifer was thrilled. Meeting Mr. Prescott was a big deal. No one in the group that she associated with other than the partners had every to her knowledge ever met Mr. Prescott. And at the same time to be helping Ms Prescott? What a wonderful thought. Ms Prescott moved on without allowing time for an answer. "What I need you to do Jennifer is to be at my house tomorrow evening at 6:30 and wear one of Shellie's uniforms, the blue one I think. You will be serving dinner and providing entertainment for the evening. By the way, make sure to pick out a few toys from Connie's toy box. I'll send a car for you at six, but don't forget to bring something appropriate for your bus ride home; it might be a late night." Jennifer's heart raced and her pulse pounded. She knew that tomorrow evening would be another adventure, an opportunity for Ms Prescott to show off Jennifer's talents, but another lesson in total submission. Her mind was filled with mixed emotions, fear being the most prominent, but lust and love following closely behind. Ms Prescott started to dismiss Jennifer but stopped in mid sentence, rethinking herself. "Jennifer you do understand how important this meeting today is, don't you?" Jennifer nodded without saying a word. "Well," Ms Prescott continued, "I need to be sure that Mr. Blair is relaxed and calm throughout the meeting this morning, and he seems a little on edge today. Why don't you go to his office and see what you can do to help him relax a bit before the investors arrive. I think that you have just enough time to give him one of those wonderful blow jobs that you've been practicing to learn. Consider it your first chance to use a new talent to help out the company. Don't forget, although your objective is to deep throat him, it might not be possible on your first attempt. After all he is hung like a horse. But I'm sure you will try your best and no matter what, I am also sure that he will be satisfied with your efforts. Now run along my dear, I'll be down to check on your progress in a few minutes." Jennifer shook with fear as she walked down the hall to Mr. Blair's office. While she knew that Ms Prescott would someday demand this of her she was not sure that she could do it. But her training had been quite thorough and she knew what she had to do, so putting a smile on her face she knocked softly and entered his office. Fifteen minutes later Ms Prescott entered Roger Blair's office without knocking. She stood silently for two or three minutes observing the scene in front of her. Roger was seated on the sofa in his conference area; his head lay back obviously enjoying the attention being paid to him by Jennifer. For her part Jennifer was on her knees with Roger's manhood filling her mouth as she desperately tried to allow it to find its way down her throat. Waiting a minute longer Ms Prescott was able to catch Roger's attention as his eyes opened briefly. He almost pulled away, but Jennifer was anchored tightly. "Oh don't get up on my account Roger," she teased, "it looks like you have finally discovered one of Jennifer's many talents that go unrecognized in the course of day to day business. Why don't the two of you finish what you're doing there and then meet me in the lobby, I believe that our guests will be arriving soon. And Jennifer, make sure you repair the damage that you're doing to your makeup. You're going to look quite the mess by the time that you're finished." By noon the day was all but over. The meetings with the investment groups had gone well and the structure for the IPO had been set. Each of the group had agreed on how much of the initial offering they would purchase prior to the general release through the exchange of the remaining shares. For Jennifer it has been an easy day once the investors started showing up. Greet them, show them to the conference room, and serve coffee and pastries. When they were gone it only took a few minute to tidy up the room and then it was back to her regular duties. By mid afternoon all of the partners were gone and Jennifer was able to lock up the front doors and leave by 5:30, a treat in and of itself. II Saturday morning Jennifer slept in until 9:00. Normally she was up and going by six, but she knew that tonight would be a late evening. Ms Prescott had requested her to serve for dinner tonight and that always meant a late night. Additionally she had been requested to bring toys to provide entertainment so she knew that she would be tied up, one way or another, until very late, or quite possibly early in the morning. It took Jennifer most of the day to prepare for the evenings activities. First of all she selected her light blue French maid's uniform and checked it to make sure it was spotless. She had just purchased a new extra full petticoat to wear with it that assured that the skirt would stand out almost horizontally. This would require her to move very slowly without bending to avoid displaying her panties to anyone in her immediate area. She was sure that Ms Prescott would be thrilled with this change in the uniform. Selecting an outfit to wear home from Ms Prescott's house was a little more challenging. Given no specific directions as to what to wear she was on her own to make the choice. It would be well after midnight and she would be riding the bus so she needed to make sure that it was a conservative outfit that would not draw undue attention from the likes of the bus riders at that time of night. Suddenly she wished that she hadn't spent the money on cab fare yesterday. It would be much nicer to take a taxi home during the early morning hours, but she just couldn't justify spending the extra money. At least she didn't have to ride the bus in the afternoon wearing her maids outfit. Ms Prescott had at least spared her that embarrassment. At 6:30 Jennifer stood quietly in the front parlor of Ms Prescott's house waiting for the inspection that she knew she must pass before beginning her evening duties. Ms Prescott's chauffer had dropped her at the door barely 5 minutes ago and she had had to hurry to be standing in position waiting for Ms Prescott. She could already smell the wonderful aromas that were wafting out of the kitchen and her stomach growled once or twice as she stood there. She tried to deflect any thought of hunger as she knew it would be much later that she would have her dinner, in the kitchen with the cook, if she were allowed to eat at all. Ms Prescott was of the opinion that it was good for her figure to occasionally miss a meal as well as being a tool to instill discipline of the mind and body. As it turned out the inspection was a non event. Ms Prescott entered the room looking lovely in a shimmering gold gown and barely gave Jennifer a look over. "Wonderful Jennifer, you look absolutely perfect, but then I knew that you would. Now get busy with the table settings and such. Make sure that the wine is chilled, I've picked a bottle of Chardonnay that is already in the chiller but go ahead and put it on ice and have it ready to serve when Mr. Blair arrives. Just two glasses please, it will only be the two us for dinner this evening. By the way, I've left you a note on your serving tray. It will outline the entertainment that I've planned for later. Make sure that you read it over and are prepared." The dinner went well. The chef that Ms Prescott had hired for the evening had prepared a luscious feast of sea food. Jennifer had served each course with perfection, standing by quietly off to one of the corners of the room as the two business partners ate. The only difficulty of the early evening came when Mr. Blair arrived and was greeted at the door by Jennifer. She must have presented herself well in the blue maids outfit because Mr. Blair stood there with his mouth hanging open until Ms Prescott placed her finger under his chin to push it closed so that she could kiss him. "Roger, I told you yesterday that Jennifer has many wonderful talents beyond those required to act as a receptionist. You don't think that I would pay her the generous salary that I do just to be a pretty face in the lobby, do you?" Eve teased as she placed yet another kiss on Roger's lips. This kiss was a long and lingering one designed to pull his attention away from the pretty little maid and back to the mistress of the house. After dinner was finished, Jennifer served more wine as Ms Prescott and Mr. Blair settled comfortably into chairs in the parlor. Although Jennifer had not been allowed to eat, she no longer wanted to. There was anticipation of more yet to come this evening and her nervousness overwhelmed her appetite. She stood by quietly as Ms Prescott spoke to Mr. Blair. It seemed as if she had changed the tone of the evening back to business discussions which were well above Jennifer's understanding. Ms Prescott said in her best CEO voice, "Now Roger, I know that you've have been quite patient with me about the partner's release that I need to have Taylor sign off on before we take the company public. God knows that we don't need him trying to muddy things up." Roger only nodded as he allowed her to continue. "Well this evening I'll demonstrate and explain just how I am going to achieve that. I know that Taylor needs to sign the release in front of witnesses, so we won't accomplish that tonight, but I want you to understand just how confidant I am that it will happen." Roger still did not utter a word. This was certainly the piece of the puzzle that had worrying him the most since the whole idea of the IPO had come up. Taylor Prescott was the person most responsible for where the company stood today, but no one had seen or heard from him in well over two years. While he knew that Eve had control of Taylor's share of the partnership, either a signed release in front of witnesses or a certified death certificate was going to be needed before any further action could be taken. Eve looked at Roger's face seeing a reaction that teetered somewhere between doubt and hope. She decided that is was time to go forward with the show. Looking up and across the room she motioned for Jennifer to come stand near where she and Roger sat. Handing Jennifer a clipboard containing some papers and a pen she made a simple request. "Jennifer, to the best of your ability, I want you to sign Mr. Prescott's name on each of those papers. I want you to do it carefully, but just as he would do it if he were here." Without question Jennifer took the pen in hand and in the most natural of fashions, quickly signed Taylor Prescott across each of the pages. When she was done she handed the clipboard back to Ms Prescott who forwarded it to Mr. Blair. "Well Roger, what do you think? You've seen Taylor's signature hundreds of times. Think that this will pass?" Roger studied the pages for a few minutes studying each of the signatures. Not only were they perfect, but each one was exactly the same. No variations in either style or form. "All right Eve. I suppose that this is another one of Jennifer's talents that up until now I knew nothing about. But what do a few good forgeries have to do with getting the documents signed in front of witnesses?" Eve was beside herself, giggling like a school girl. "Roger that's why I've invited you here this evening. You see, the beauty of the whole situation is that those are not forgeries. Those are real signatures. I realize that it sounds crazy, but that's why I've asked Jennifer to provide some entertainment this evening, to prove to you that those are real. Now sit back and relax and watch the show. I am sure that you will find it very entertaining, when it's over I'll tell you the whole story so that you understand just how it all happened." Jennifer reached back and pressed the play button in the stereo and the room was filled with soft sultry music. Almost immediately Jennifer started a dance that was every bit as sultry as the music. Her body moved in a sexy, sensual fashion matching every nuance of the music. By the time that the first song was half over, she had started removing her uniform in a slow, dramatic fashion that would make any stripper jealous. By the end of the second song she was down to her panties and bra and had begun to drape herself around Roger, who sat there trying not to be affected but incapable of hiding the erection that was quickly building. Roger tried to pull back from the advances, but neither Jennifer nor Eve would have anything to do with it. "Come on Roger, relax and enjoy yourself. You already know how talented Jennifer is. Leave her finish her little seduction. Just make sure that you save enough of yourself. I don't expect to be disappointed later." Roger gave in with no further encouragement. Jennifer sank to her knees and took his now rigid member into her warm wet mouth taking him on a direct flight to the moon and stars. Several minutes later as Roger sat on his chair trying to compose himself, Jennifer started back into her dance routine. When her bra came off, Roger marveled at the firm ripe beauty of her breasts. As she reached to pull down her panties he could hardly contain himself and began to get another erection. But in the next few seconds, his whole world turned upside down. As Jennifer straightened up and tossed him her panties, he looked to see her now totally naked body. But what he saw caused him to stop breathing altogether for several seconds. There between her legs where there should be a small tight inviting pussy, was a very small, very uninviting cock and small pair of balls. Eve knew that it could go no further without explanation. Roger's face had turned a shade of grey that look near death. He was in shock or near to it, so she began to speak, even as Jennifer continued with the entertainment. "Don't worry Roger! You're not going to catch some horrid disease or become gay. Just relax and enjoy the rest of the show. Our little star here requires a bit of a reward for her efforts and we don't want to disappoint her." As Roger looked on, still in disbelief, Jennifer pulled out a little bag that had been setting in the corner and started to play with her toys. First she produced a penis shaped gag that she hungrily inserted in her mouth and buckled the straps behind her head. Next she showed him a long penis shaped butt plug that she lubed up and easily inserted into her backside. The next two items were a bit strange, but Roger watched as she pulled up a pair of panties and a harness type of bra that appeared to have numerous wires emerging from them that she plugged into a small battery pack that contained a few switches and dials. She produced padded hand and ankle cuffs and secured her ankles together, and after placing a blindfold over her eyes, manages to cuff her hands behind her back. She now lay there trussed and helpless on the floor. Before Roger had caught up with the activity, Eve stood up and moved across the room to where Jennifer now lay. Reaching down she turned a small knob on the end of the plug that protruded from Jennifer's ass and they could both see and hear it start to vibrate. This elicited a series of soft moans from Jennifer's gagged mouth. Eve then flipped a few switches and turned a few dials on the battery box. Although there was no sound or indication of anything happening, Roger could see the flesh around Jennifer's breasts start to quiver. Eve reached down and picked up a small snap hook that she connected to the ankle cuffs and pulled Jennifer's feet and legs up until she was able to snap it to the hand cuffs providing a quick and very secure hog tie position. With her work done Eve moved to where Roger sat and extended her hand taking his and pulling him to her feet. "Come on; let's leave her to enjoy her toys while we go enjoy ourselves. Don't worry, I'll explain it all to you later, but right now I'm the only one in the room that hasn't had any sexual pleasure tonight, so you'd better come with me and get busy." It was sometime later when Eve, finally sufficiently pleasured and satisfied, led Roger back to the parlor. Jennifer lay there with her body quivering and covered with sweat. Eve decided to take some pity on her and quickly released the bonds and allowed Jennifer to compose herself and get cleaned up. She was still quivering and walked with a drunken stagger as she headed to the bathroom. She returned twenty minutes later wearing her maid's outfit, to serve drinks and stand by quietly while Eve told Roger the rest of the story. III "Taylor was a genius. It was his discovery of the neural compounds used in Prolaxin that made it one of the top anti-depressants on the market. That's the drug that first brought success to Prescott-Lowell and was the platform for all of the future success. This all happened before you bought into the company. But you remember that we needed your marketing knowledge and abilities to take us from a small bio-chem company into the mainstream pharmaceutical arena." Eve was not telling Roger anything that he didn't know up until this point, but she wanted to lay the ground work. "Even with the commercial success that we enjoyed with Prolaxin, it wasn't until Taylor and the boys in the lab came up with Pyschoclor that we were really ready to take off into the major pharmaceutical market. Who would have thought that a drug that eases patients into a suggestive hypnotic state could become so much in demand, but Taylor was right on track. As you well know, the projections for each of the next five years show potential sales of these two drugs alone accounting for almost $400,000,000 in revenues. This is how we got to where we are today, and this is what laid the foundation for where Taylor is today." Now, Eve was ready to take Roger through the transition phase as she referred to it. She had worried about how to proceed from this point forward because Roger sometimes show a streak of integrity and altruistic values that might make it hard to accept what had happened and how she had resolved it. Although Eve felt that she herself had rather high morals and ethics, she had done what she had done in what she thought was in the best interest of the company and the partners. She took a deep breath and jumped into the story hoping for the best. "It started more than three years ago, during the clinical studies required for FDA approval of Pyschoclor. Taylor was very much involved in the details of the clinical studies. As a matter of fact, he took on the direct oversight of one of the most important segments of the studies. It had to do with drug interaction, specifically, Psychoclor when administered with Prolaxin. The last thing that we needed was for our latest and greatest drug to be incompatible with what was already our number one seller. This was particularly important since the value of Psychoclor was multiplied several times when it could be used with patients coming out of a depressive state who had been taking Prolaxin. "During this period of time Taylor and I had been having some difficulties in our marriage. I was wound up pretty tight in the business side of the company trying to deal with the financial picture as the company growth was starting to run wild. I guess that I was guilty of ignoring our relationship for the sake of the business, but I was driven by the need to make the company a success. Taylor had done his part in the development of the two drugs and I wanted to prove to him that my value to the company was just as great as his. It didn't take long for me to start feeling like Taylor was taking his pleasures elsewhere, but I had no proof." Roger sat back listening to the tale but not yet having enough information to sort it out. He knew what the end results would be, sort of at least, for God sakes there was Taylor standing right in front of him looking like a college co-ed in a frat boy's wet dream, but how the hell did it happen? While he didn't understand and was not yet discounting what Eve was saying. He simply didn't have enough information yet. So he sat back and listened some more. "I actually found out what was going on quite by mistake. I was at home working on some financial projections when I realized that I was missing a file with projected capital implications to the roll out of the new drug. Roger had decided to run into town for some Chinese food and had left his notebook computer sitting on the desk in our office. I was sure that he would have the file stored in the project overview and decided to go looking for it before he got back rather than waiting for him. When I opened up the spreadsheet software it showed me a list of recent files accessed. There at the top of the list was one that caught my eye. I almost clicked out of it to search for the capital projections, but the name of the file held my attention. I stopped and thought about it for a minute or two, but I could not resist temptation. Any file named Clinical Exotics needed to be checked out. What I expected was some porn downloaded from the internet, but what I found was something else far more disturbing. "One of the things that you need to remember about Taylor is that his genius extended beyond his chemical wizardry. He was also a clinical psychologist which gave him an edge in the direction of his research. During the clinical phase of testing he spent hours with patients that volunteered for the study. He monitored the drug intake and any reactions to the drug on both a physical and mental basis. The mental part of the study involved patients using Psychoclor, then undergoing both voluntary and involuntary hypnosis; that being the key measurable attribute of the drug. He was particularly interested in drug interaction with Prolaxin and closely monitored the patients receiving both medications. What he found was that when used in combination, the drugs not only performed satisfactorily, but actually made most people hyper-sensitive to post hypnotic suggestion. The drugs literally opened the mind up to its basic levels of input allowing thoughts, ideas and behaviors to be implanted. This information proved to be very useful in establishing maximum amounts for prescriptions and duration of use for Psychoclor." Roger was following along with Eve's story, but still was not sure where it was going. She thought that perhaps another practical demonstration might be helpful. Looking across the room she made eye contact with Jennifer who immediately came to life. "Jennifer darling, I believe that there is one of Sylvia's uniforms hanging in the closet of the guest bedroom. Now why don't you be a dear and go change into it then come back here and stand in the corner and wait until I need you again." While Jennifer curtseyed and then scampered off to change, Eve continued her story. "What I found when I opened the file was at first meaningless. There on the spreadsheet were summary data and comments extracted from the clinical studies of seven women that were part of the large scale clinical program. The notes were vague and unclear as to their particular importance to the study but did provide reference to the video records of each session along with notes that intrigued me even more so. It appeared to me that Taylor was actually using these women to fulfill some very creative and bizarre sexual fantasies. "I knew that I was snooping in what were supposed to be private files, but now I was driven by needs both personal and professional. If Taylor was in fact involved in what appeared to be using patients in clinical studies to pursue weird sexual desires, not only was our relationship and marriage at risk, but he was risking the entire company, and I couldn't allow that to happen. I quickly copied the file as well as seven other files that were the individual cases studies and e-mailed them to my private account. I wanted to study them further, and I knew that Taylor would be returning any minute. I was then actually able to find the capital projections that I needed, copy them and forward them as well, and was sitting on the sofa deep into the financials by the time Taylor returned." As Eve spoke Jennifer entered the room and quietly made her way across to the only empty corner. She turned and positioned herself facing the corner with her nose just touching the wall. She stood with her feet turned in slightly in a pigeon toed, somewhat knock kneed manner with her hands together behind her back. Roger took note of Jennifer's entrance paying attention to both her dress and her demeanor. She wore a grey and red plaid pleated skirt that ended mid-thigh. A white blouse was complimented by a grey sweater that was draped over her shoulders. On her feet were bobby sox and black and white saddle shoes. She had pulled her hair to the sides and wore it in loose pigtails tied with ribbons that matched the skirt. If her outfit screamed naughty school girl, her demeanor only served to reinforce the picture. She appeared to be shy, innocent and demure, but there was a hint of something else in her eyes. The look that Roger saw there was somewhere between simple sexual desire and raging lust. For the most part she kept her nose pressed to the corner, but once or twice, Roger caught her turning her head to fix a wistful glance on both he and Eve. It was when Eve saw this happen that the picture changed. "Jennifer! You misbehaving little hussy. Come stand here in front of me." Jennifer scurried to move directly in front of Eve assuming the same stance that she had taken in the corner. "My dear, when I give you an order, I expect it to be followed to the letter. Do you understand that?" Jennifer cringed a bit and nodded in agreement. "Yes Ms Prescott. I understand completely and am sorry for my poor behavior." She bobbed a quick curtsey and cast her eyes downward once again. Eve grinned as if satisfied with the answer, but not yet finished with the discussion. "I can hardly have you showing such disrespect for me in front of Mr. Blair, can I?" Jennifer answered shaking her head slowly from side to side, "No Ms Prescott." Eve pressed forward. "All right then child. I think that a lesson is needed to remind you of your proper position and to correct your attitude. I believe that there is a hair brush sitting on the vanity of the down stairs powder room. Bring it to me quickly." Jennifer's eyes widened, but she did not hesitate. She ran from the room returning less than a minute later with the brush in hand, offering it to Ms Prescott as she resumed her standing position. Eve fixed her position on the chair she was sitting in by scooting forward and sitting upright. Then she addressed Jennifer once again. "All right child. Pull up your skirt, pull down your panties and present that little round butt for the entire world to see." As Roger watched in amazement Jennifer pulled her panties down to her ankles, raised her skirt above her waist and laid herself across Eve's lap. He looked at Eve and saw in her eyes the command and dominance that she carried with her in the business world. But now it was about to manifest itself in an entirely different manner. Eve turned her attention to the matter at hand, hoping that Roger was paying close attention. "Now repeat after me, and count off each stroke. I wouldn't want to lose track and cheat you out of a proper lesson or lose count and have to start over. 'I apologize, Ms Prescott, for my disrespect and promise to behave properly in the future.' And count them off loudly so that Mr. Blair can hear you clearly." With that said Eve took a full swing and the hairbrush slapped loudly against the skin of Jennifer's exposed backside. "I apologize Ms Prescott for my disrespect and promise to behave properly in the future. One. I apologize, Ms Prescott, for my disrespect and promise to behave properly in the future. Two..." So on it went until a full fifty swats had been counted. Jennifer had tears on her cheeks by the sixth blow and was wailing like a baby by twenty. By the time the punishment was complete, red welts had been raised on both cheeks. Eve pushed Jennifer from her lap when she was done administering the beating. "Now pick yourself up, gather your things and head on home. You should make quite the spectacle on the bus in your cute uniform with tears running down your face. Probably won't be able to sit at all on those hard plastic seats will you? Now remember, if anyone should ask, you explain to them what a bad little girl you have been, and why you had to be punished. Be quick about it now don't linger. I want you back here by 9:00 in the morning. You'll be serving Roger and I breakfast in bed. And don't forget your work clothes; the bathrooms could use a good scrubbing." With that Jennifer hurried to collect her clothes and 'toys' and headed for the front door. Eve took Roger's hand and led him up the stairs to her bedroom. The last sound that he heard before the front door closed was more weeping and sobbing from Jennifer, then his attention was pulled elsewhere. Was it possible? Could Jennifer really be Taylor? How could a thirty something man transform himself, or be transformed into a twenty year old blond bimbo, that apparently had no other purpose in life than to please Eve Prescott. And what role did she play in all of this? Was she the instigator, the facilitator or the recipient of this sequence of events? Although his mind was clouded with the events of the evening he didn't dwell these questions for too long. When Eve started removing his clothes as well as hers, and the two of them moved to the bed, the questions were set aside for another time and place. IV Jennifer's ride home was relatively uneventful. The walk from Ms Prescott's house to the nearest bus stop took 30 minutes that she used to compose herself. She had dried her eyes and wiped the tear stained makeup from her face replacing it in basic form while she walked. She made the bus stop just as the bus was pulling up and was spared having to wait another 30 minutes for the next bus. For most of the ride she was the only passenger, and the driver paid her no attention what so ever. When she departed the bus she still had a ten minute walk to her apartment. The only problem she encountered was with a drunk walking behind her, whistling and making lewd statements. Once inside the confines of her small one bedroom apartment she quickly stripped off her clothing, washed her face, set the alarm and collapsed on the bed. When the alarm rang at 5:30 AM Jennifer rose but did so slowly. She had slept soundly for almost 4 hours but could have used another 3 or 4. She made her way to the kitchen and started coffee, and then showered and dressed while the coffee perked. She took time to fix two eggs and bacon, and toast with strawberry preserves. This was her first meal in 24 hours and although she felt starved, the food satisfied and filled her. Jennifer was wearing skin tight jeans, a peasant blouse and sandals. She had used more make up than she liked for day time, but she needed to cover the dark circles under her eyes. She collected her yellow maids dress for serving and then the hated 'work clothes' that Ms Prescott had requested. This outfit consisted of plain cotton panties and bra that had been starched stiff. Heavy fabric tights and a stiff girdle added further discomfort to the undergarments. The slip was also starched cotton and would hang to her ankles. The heavy grey dress was made of a coarse woven fabric and must have weighed ten pounds. It was also starched rigid. The shoes were black boxy affairs with square heels. They had lead inserted into the soles and heels and weighed more than 20 pounds. It was a chore to walk more than a few steps in these shoes. Jennifer was not looking forward to the day ahead of her; however she couldn't decide which part she despised the most, a long day of scrubbing bathrooms, or serving breakfast to Ms Prescott while she lounged in bed with Mr. Blair. Oh, well she couldn't let those thoughts slow her down. She had the long bus ride and walk to Ms Prescott's house and would need time once she got there to change into her uniform and prepare breakfast to serve promptly at 9:00. By 10:30 Jennifer had finished the breakfast dishes and changed into her work clothes. Ms Prescott had added further to her insult by placing a collar around her neck and using a short piece of thin but strong chain secured her to the base of the toilet. This would keep her from being able to stand up right and caused her to work on her hands and knees or in a deep squatting position when she needed to reach higher surfaces. There was a small bucket with scrub brushes, tooth brushes, cotton swabs and assorted spray and liquid cleaners. With four bathrooms in the house Jennifer knew that she was in for a long day. While Jennifer toiled away Eve prepared to present part two of the transition story to Roger. For this part of the show they were in the sitting room with the flat screen TV ready and waiting. Eve placed a stack of DVDs next to the player and made herself comfortable on the love seat next to Roger. "We will be watching parts of each of these DVDs as the day goes by, but they will for the most part serve to supplement and prove what I am going to tell you." Roger sat quietly waiting for Eve to proceed. His mind was still turning over the information from last night and his body was still recovering from hours of bedroom gymnastics, so he was in no position either physically or mentally to resist. "By the time I got through the hidden files and dug deep enough to find the video recordings, there were seven women that Taylor had pulled into his little project. What he had found was that when the prescribed strength of Pyschoclor was increased for certain patients that were already taking Prolaxin, they became hyper-sensitized to the hypno- therapeutic regimen that they were evaluated against. Essentially they lost all will power and would readily accept any post hypnotic suggestions deeply ingraining them into their conscious and subconscious being. What he was doing was reprogramming people to be his slaves, or puppets. He pushed it as far as he could and even began to recreate these women as someone entirely different than they actually were. He did it not for the sake of the clinical studies, but to live out and fulfill his own fantasies." Roger appeared a little doubtful at this point. How could it be possible to so thoroughly control someone's mind as to recreate them as a person? He knew enough about psychotherapy to have some idea of its limitations, and this sounded like taking it a whole lot further. He was ready to speak up and start asking questions, but was cut off by Eve who appeared to have her agenda clearly planned out. "Ok Roger, I can see the doubt in your eyes so let's take a closer look at these seven women. I think that by the time we are done that you will agree with me that Taylor was way out of bounds. Shall we have a look?" Eve inserted the first disc in the DVD player and hit the play button. As the picture came up on the screen she began her narration. Occasionally she would fast forward the video skipping parts that dragged and getting to the parts that supported her arguments. Patient number 1, Trisha, age 23. She worked as a beautician and had been taking Prolaxin for six months after a fit of depression due to the death of her husband. She is young as will be the case with all of these women and quite good looking. What Taylor saw in her is a woman that he described as too uptight. She was raised in a very religious family and had very Puritanistic values. Here you see her when she first visited with Taylor. Well dressed, very conservative and altogether proper if not a bit prudish. Now, let's skip ahead just six weeks. Here we see the same young girl reprogrammed to suit Taylor's fantasy." Roger was aghast. If you looked closely, you could see the same young girl but you wouldn't likely recognize her otherwise. The girl wore an ultra short mini skirt and a blouse that almost wasn't there. Perched on tall platform heels she walked across the room with a provocative wiggle before stopping to plant a kiss right on the two way mirror directly in front of the camera. Her makeup looked like it had been applied with a trowel. This once pleasant young girl had been turned into nothing more than a back street hooker. Eve read the disgust in Roger's eyes. "I'll spare you the details of her night turned loose on the street, but I assure you that she did things that you would find totally sick." Eve switched discs. "Patient number 2, Terri, age 21. Taylor describes her as a butch lesbian, and as you can see the flannel shirt, baggy jeans and work boots fit the persona. Without spending a lot of time on the how or why, let's take a look at what Taylor's reprogrammed version looked like." Eve skipped ahead on the disc to a section that appeared to have filmed somewhere else entirely. "Taylor went through a lot of effort to capture some of these scenes." This one was apparently filmed in a cheap hotel and had all of the appeal of a porno flick. On the screen you could see a young lady enter the room wearing what appeared to be fairy costume, something like tinker bell from Peter Pan. She pranced around the room like a two year old until two men entered the scene. By the time this segment was wrapping up the two men were penetrating her from both ends while she apparently tried her hardest to make sure that they were pleased. Eve stopped the video. "We will go forward with the show, but let me summarize for you. Then you can decide how much more you would like to see. Patient number 3, Sylvia, age 24. An honors grad student majoring in psychology. Taylor turned her into a little school girl like you saw last night. Patient number 4, Connie, Business woman, VP of securities at PCN Bank. Her persona became similar to our Jennifer that you greet in the lobby every day, except for her fascination with toys like you witnessed last night also. Patient number 5, Bria, age 19. She was a self professed punk rocker that Taylor saw as an air headed over sexed cheerleader. Patient number 6, Toni, age 22. She was a true computer geek already finishing her third college degree and working as a software analyst. In Taylor's twisted mind she became the college homecoming queen with several kinky fetishes mostly centering on bondage. And last but not least, Shellie, age 18 the classic upper class debutante. A girl that never had to make her own bed or clean up after herself. So of course in Taylor's mind she would be the perfect little French Maid." Eve took a break allowing Roger to consider what he had seen and heard. Even with the proof right in front of him it was hard to believe. While he thought it through, it was time to move Jennifer to the guest bath. If all four bathrooms were going to get done today she would have to keep the girl on task. When Eve returned Roger was suddenly full of questions. How did she confront Taylor? What happened to these women? And finally, if he was to believe that Jennifer was really Taylor reconfigured, how did that all happen?" Eve gave a small chuckle. She had anticipated the questions and their timing perfectly. "Men are so predictable," she thought. Now it was time to move on to the final phase of explanation. "First let me assure you that all of these women are just fine and have resumed their former lives with very few memories of what actually occurred. Taylor was careful to build a release into his programming that virtually cleaned the slate when his clinical study was over. As for confronting Taylor, I used some of his own medicine on him, literally. It took me several months to put it all together, but the results were worth the wait. I took classes in basic and advanced psychology gathering the understanding that I would need. I even took a seminar on hypnosis and self hypnosis to make sure that I was prepared. When I felt that I was ready I started lacing Taylor's morning coffee with Prolaxin and then slowly begin adding Psychoclor. It was amazing how fast he succumbed to the treatment. Within a few weeks I was already starting to play with his mind. First I implanted symptoms of illness and the need to see a doctor. Once I got him to that point it was easy." Eve looked at Roger as she continued to speak. He was totally enthralled with the story now hanging on her every word. "He would be so easy," she thought, "even easier than Taylor." "One of the interesting side effects of the drugs that I discovered, at least in Taylor's case, was that while under hypnosis they acted like a truth serum. I asked the questions, and he gave the answers. It didn't take me long to find out all of his dirty little secrets. Then it was coming up with the appropriate punishment for him. As you can see, I believe that the punishment that I have selected exactly fits the crime. When I decided to create Jennifer I took all of the input for the design from Taylor's own notes. Now everyday he lives with the fantasies that he created. While I have turned the tables on him somewhat I think that he is still rather pleased with the results. At least I've never heard him complain yet!" Roger picked his words carefully as he asked his next few questions. "From what I've seen it doesn't appear that he really has a choice about complaining, does he? It seems to me that he or she gets some sort of perverse pleasure out of living each of the roles for no more satisfaction than pleasing you. Do you really believe that you are any different than he was? Aren't you playing God or as near as you can get just to satisfy your bruised ego? And what about the physical changes? Those didn't just happen based upon a few post hypnotic suggestions. How are you every going to explain all of this when the time comes for Taylor to sign those release documents? What are you going to tell the lawyers that have to witness the signing process?" There were a lot more questions that he wished to ask but he knew that he was already on thin ice. The expression on Eve's face had hardened as she listened and he had guessed correctly when she had heard enough. "Roger, I don't think that you are in any position to judge me nor what I have done. Jennifer is quite happy in her new role and I am sure that she would tell you that. You do not know what I lived through not knowing or understanding what Taylor was up to behind my back. Now I never have to worry about it and I can focus my efforts on running this company and making us all very, very wealthy. As far as the physical changes go, Taylor and I spent an awful lot of time discussing them. I would simply make a suggestion and he could either accept or reject it. And before you ask... he was allowed to make the choices and he did reject many of the suggestions. And I think that the final product speaks for itself, don't you?" Eve paused for effect, giving Roger time to think about what she was saying. Then, anticipating his questions, continued her explanation before he could ask them. "The physical changes were quite challenging, and quite expensive. There were 22 various surgical procedures and the price tag exceeded $350,000. That's one of the reasons that Jennifer is working as our receptionist. Part of the punishment is that she has to repay those expenses. At her present rate I think that she should accomplish this in another 86 years. I've thought about giving her a raise, but I don't believe that would do any good. The poor girl has no mind for money at all. If she were to make more money she would simply spend it on more shoes and dresses. Her little apartment is already crammed full and I would hate to see it burst at the seams." V The next week at the office was interesting to say the least. Roger walked around like a cat on a hot tin roof, choosing each step carefully and doing his best to avoid both Eve and Jennifer. He was having a difficult time dealing with the entire situation, but didn't want to rock the boat too much. With the potential for a several million dollar wind fall when the IPO occurred he didn't want to do anything wrong or even questionable. For her part Eve kept a close eye on Roger. She had been convinced that she could win him over once the story came to light, but now she wasn't sure. She needed to test him a little and see what happened, and she knew just how to do it. On Friday afternoon she scheduled a meeting with Roger to go over the details of the latest Psychoclor marketing campaign. She new the material inside and out but needed a legitimate excuse for the meeting. Eve arrived for the meeting in the conference room with Jennifer in tow. Jennifer carried a little tray with coffee and sweet roles. Roger was already there when they entered and barely looked up. She greeted him and sat at the head of the table setting her files and note book computer down. "Jennifer, you may serve, and then please stand aside and wait in case there is anything further we need." Jennifer curtseyed, then served the coffee and set a napkin and sweet role next to each cup. She walked to the nearest corner of the room and stood in her inspection pose, eyes cast downward, hands clasped in front of her. There she waited for further instructions or to be dismissed. Roger launched into his spiel regarding the marketing program. This was his territory and he was always ready to put on a song and dance so to speak. He stood and wandered the room making his points and speaking of the benefits of the product like an old time snake oil salesman. While he worked his show however Eve paid very little attention. This was just part of the plan and she knew he would run out of steam quickly if she weren't paying rapt attention and hanging on his every word. True to form it took only 10 minutes or so and Roger began to wind down. He sat back in his chair and looked the length of the table to where Eve sat, apparently unimpressed. While he waited for her to speak or somehow react he picked up his cup and took a long drink of the coffee. This was the minute that Eve had waited for. As the hot liquid hit his mouth Roger immediately knew something was wrong. The coffee tasted terrible and it burned beyond belief. It was not the burn of overly hot coffee but more like he was chewing cayenne pepper, which was exactly what Eve had laced his coffee with. His reaction was predictable and automatic. He pulled the cup away from his mouth spitting the coffee out over the table with enough force that some even landed on Eve's skirt. Even before Roger could speak again, Eve rushed to his side. She picked up the cup and smelled the remaining coffee. "Oh poor Roger, what has this stupid little bimbo done to you?" She glared at the corner of the room where Jennifer stood, her head raised and a look of surprise on her face that slowly turned to terror. "What have you done, you ungrateful little bitch? I want you to get some ice water for Mr. Blair quickly. Then I want you to get the paddle from my office and come back for your punishment and to apologize. Now run quickly before I get madder at you." Ms Prescott was still screaming as Jennifer ran from the room. She had absolutely no idea as to what had occurred, but she knew that she would be severely punished for it. She quickly returned with the ice water and then with less enthusiasm went to retrieve the paddle. Eve turned to Roger to console him, but also to prepare him for what was to come. He was finishing his second glass of ice water after rinsing out his mouth. "I can't believe that the insufferable little bitch would do something like this! I am going to make sure that she learns a lesson that she will never forget. Unless that is you would rather administer the punishment Roger. After all, you are the injured party here." Eve could tell by the look in Roger's eyes and the expression on his face that he was thinking it over, but it didn't take long for him to decide. "Eve, in this case I believe that you are truly correct. The little blond bitch deserves a good ass whipping, and I'm in the mood to provide it!" Jennifer returned to the conference room just in time to hear Mr. Blair's remarks. When she did she froze in place. But this small piece of resistance was to do her no good. Ms Prescott realized that Jennifer had returned and taking her by the arm led her to stand in front of Roger. Roger showed rage in his eyes and he reached for the paddle at the same time pulled Jennifer down across his lap in the classic position. He was about to administer his first blow when Eve stopped him short. "Wait just a moment Roger dear, I've had a thought." She reached to the table where the unfinished cup of tainted coffee sat and pick it up. Placing in front of Jennifer's mouth she said, "Drink it you little bitch, but do not swallow and do not spit it out. I want you to feel exactly what Mr. Blair felt and learn a lesson from this." With this said she forced the cup to Jennifer's lips and poured in the mixture. Jennifer immediately started to gag and spit but Eve would have none of it. From her purse she pulled out a flattened offset gag and forced it between her lips. "That should keep you from spitting it out, and if you swallow it I swear that you will regret it." With that, she stepped back and allowed Roger to get a full swing. The first blow caused Jennifer to flinch and try to scoot away but Roger held on tightly. By the fifth blow there were tears flowing from her eyes and by the time he reached twenty she was flailing and rocking, tears flowing steadily and bit of the coffee sluicing around the gag as she sobbed. Finally, Ms Prescott stepped forward. "OK, I think that that's enough of that." Pulling the gag from Jennifer's mouth she continued, "now spit out that brine and rinse out your mouth. Then get over here on your knees, beg for forgiveness and do something to show Mr. Blair just how sorry you really are!" Jennifer was quickly on her knees in front of Mr. Blair. "Oh Mr. Blair I am so sorry. I don't know how I could have been so stupid. I won't blame you if you decide to paddle me more or punish me in any way. Now please let me see if I can make you feel a little bit better." Without letting a second go by, Jennifer reached up and unzipped Roger's pants and worked his cock out using both hands to cradle it. She began to