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Angie hadn't spoken to Stephen for over a week. She'd seemed completely
on his side about the whole 'sexist boss' issue over dinner, but no more
than two days later, she'd tarted herself up along with the other women
in the office, and had actively started flirting with the man she'd
claimed to despise.
Stephen had wondered whether Angie had got into a fight with Andrew the
night after their dinner, and whether her supposed loathing of Michael
had just been a front for her boyfriend, one that was dropped as soon as
he was. That was the only way it made any sense to Stephen, anyway.
Having revealed his and Denise's opinions of Michael, it would make
sense if Angie now avoided him while in active pursuit of their boss,
whether for a rebound lay or for something more.
Denise had suggested that maybe, hurt by her breaking up with Andrew,
she'd decided to focus on her career. After all, every one of them knew
Michael valued physical beauty and flirtatiousness in his employees, so
the move would make sense if Angie was after a promotion.
The problem was, neither Denise's nor Stephen's theories really held up
when they considered the Angie they knew so well. She'd been demure,
almost asexual at times, and even with Andrew she'd not openly embraced
any sexualising of her appearance, let alone her behaviour. Something
dramatic must've happened to change her outlook like this, and the fact
that she wasn't talking to Stephen worried them.
It worried them almost as much, in fact, as Andrew's complete
disappearance. While Stephen had got used to men being fired at a
moment's notice under Michael's new management, he wasn't prepared for
the disappearing act Andrew had pulled. He wasn't answering his phone,
his landlady claimed he hadn't been back in days, and his car was
missing.
Perhaps the break-up had hit both of them hard - hard enough for Angie
to experience a total change in her outlook and priorities, and hard
enough to send Andrew running away and abandoning his old life. Stephen
couldn't shake the feeling that Michael might have been involved in
their breakup, but even he thought that was a little crazy, so he kept
it to himself.
Keeping to himself was something he'd become adept at, after all. At
long last, he was the last man left in the office. In his jaded opinion,
the place looked more like the office of some fashion magazine now, but
he knew that was just him being bitter.
Meanwhile, Denise had become an even more active speculator on the
situation. She'd even got their daughter Sherry involved now, though
Sherry's theories were a bit morbid for Stephen's sense of humor. He
knew that's why she came out with them, to wind him up, but as the
countdown to his inevitable firing continued, he found all humor on the
subject to be a bit too much for his tastes.
Stephen himself held onto the slight hope that since he hadn't been
fired yet - and was the last remaining man - Michael had singled him out
for staying in his position. As long as Angie didn't spill the beans on
what he'd said at that dinner, he reckoned he might have half a chance
of keeping the job.
Denise didn't share this hope, and was more interested in answers to the
questions that nagged at her. It was to that end that Stephen had
extended a dinner invitation to Michael, at Denise's request. Sick of
whispering behind his back powerlessly , she hoped to confront him on
the issue once and for all - on his sexist firing and hiring practices,
as well as him leading on and encouraging behaviour such as Angie's in
the office.
Stephen knew that once she was on the warpath it would be impossible to
deter her, and for once didn't feel like trying. If Michael really did
single him out for whatever reason, now would be a good time to find out
why.
What had really surprised him, however, was how well Michael had taken
the invitation. Stephen had half-expected him to refuse the invitation
off-hand, but in fact his ever-present smile had dropped for a moment,
replaced by a look of utter surprise, before returning stronger than
ever. Michael seemed genuinely pleased at the prospect, and his
enthusiasm had for once seemed genuine.
At half past eight in the evening, the three of them were sat around a
table laid for four. Sherry had been warned not to be late, but eight
had come and gone and here, half an hour later, there still hadn't been
any word from her. Embarrassed, Denise stood up from the small-talk and
headed to the kitchen. "We'll just start without her, dreadfully sorry,
Michael." Michael smiled up at her as she disappeared into the kitchen.
"I wouldn't worry about it, we were all teenagers once. I'm sure a visit
from some old fart from her dad's work doesn't compare to an active
teenage social life." Stephen smiled at him in turn, grateful for the
response. He knew they were off to a poor start already, being
embarrassed where they should be defiant. That changed the instant
Denise walked in with the casserole.
The large ceramic dish was placed on the table with a thud, and she
served it out in silence. Even Michael appeared to notice the change in
her disposition. Stephen wondered if she'd gone to the kitchen mostly to
psyche herself up. She took her seat again, but rather than pick up a
fork, directed her gaze to Michael, her face the picture of defiance.
"I understand, Michael, that since your arrival at the company, you've
been restructuring." Her tone made it clear that she was choosing her
words carefully so as to remain civil. Regardless, Michael's smile did
not drop, and he casually sipped his wine before replying.
"We've undergone a series of necessary measures in order to maximise the
potential I saw in the team when I arrived, yes. We've had to trim some
of the fat here and there, add some weight in places where it was
lacking, but in all I think that, once complete, the restructuring will
have been a resounding success." Denise's eyebrows rose at the 'once
complete' comment. Stephen, too, saw this as meaning his job was still
in danger.
"Your hiring methods have been more than a little suspect, Michael,"
Denise said, her tone approaching anger, "and your firing practices can
only be described as prejudicial." Stephen swallowed. He hadn't expected
to be as nervous as he now felt, but as Denise began laying it thicker
and heavier as she went, he was approaching a state of panic.
"You're treating this office like a harem, and good men like Andrew
Davis have had their livelihoods tossed aside to make room for your
perverted ideal." At Andrew's name, Michael's smile faltered, but she
either didn't notice or chose to carry on regardless.
"God knows what these women see in you - even Angie's decided that
dropping her knickers for you is more appealing than maintaining any
kind of dignity or decency. But thankfully not all of us are so sex-
starved that they can't see what you're doing as anything less than
institutional sexism. You appear to be operating some sort of sexual-
harassment-for-points scheme, and that's not something I can see your
superiors or the authorities viewing very kindly."
She took a deep breath, and there was a momentary silence. She didn't
continue immediately, instead letting the pause drag out a little
longer. "Tell me this, Michael. Is Stephen the next one to go, the next
one to lose his job to make room for some bimbo who's happy to show a
little plastic flesh? Did you just come to this house to mock us?" The
fury in her voice was scaring even Stephen now, and he stood up to
retreat to the bathroom. Denise's eyes didn't even acknowledge his
cowardice, intent as they were on drilling a hole in Michael's head.
After emptying his bowels, thankfully in the toilet bowl rather than in
his pants, Stephen ended up washing his face more than his hands. He
kept throwing water in his face, hoping to calm himself down. His wife
had done all the talking thus far, but these weren't just her angry
words, or her concerns. He'd been the one to bring them up to her, and
so he knew that their feelings for Michael were identical.
Denise's feelings for Michael were hard to contain. She knew she should
be more concerned with what Michael had done to her, poked his finger
into her brain and changed things around in there, but it was taking all
of her thoughts and willpower not to pant like an animal, strip him off
and impale herself on him.
Flashes of what could have been guilt appeared for brief moments, the
knowledge that she hated this man and the way he treated women like
trophies, but she really couldn't concentrate on any of that. He was
everything she wanted, and she didn't know how much longer she could
stop herself from taking him.
Stephen walked in and saw Denise shiver, clutching herself with an
expression on her face he hadn't seen before. He raised an eyebrow and
looked over to Michael, who merely smiled back. "Darling? Is everything
alright?" He asked, concern filling his voice.
"...Fine. Yes." Denise breathed, her grip on her arms loosening before her
arms fell back to her sides. She felt like the butterflies had not only
escaped her stomach and filled her entire body, but had multiplied
tenfold. She was growing increasingly unsure that she even wanted to
restrain her desires any more.
Stephen walked over to his wife's seat and filled her wine glass back
up. "Here, darling. Have a little wine to calm your nerves. You've said
enough for the time being, I'm sure Michael has some impression of how
you feel by now." Gracious host that he was, he turned to Michael and
filled his glass up too. His boss merely smiled up at him, infuriating
him somewhat.
At that moment Denise knocked over her wine glass, spilling its contents
onto the carpet below. "Oh... Oh. I'll get a towel." Denise seemed more
than a little dazed, barely registering the accident for a few moments,
but stood up to find a towel nonetheless.
"I've got some tissues in my briefcase, Denise," Michael called over to
her, as Stephen picked the glass up off the floor and set it on the
table again. The stain would be very hard to get out of the carpet, but
his anger at Michael, now finally coming to the fore, didn't let the
spill distract him. As his wife rummaged through Michael's briefcase,
Stephen sat back down at the head of the table, facing Michael with a
stern look.
Michael's insufferable grin continued despite his wife's tirade and his
own darkening mood. He almost began airing his own grievances, but
Michael's ever-present smile began to bother him all of a sudden. He was
used to his boss's constant air of smug superiority in the office, where
he was king, but he would've thought the slight shift in power with
being a guest in their house would've affected that to some degree - and
at the very least being on the receiving end of Denise's furious rant
should've knocked the smile off his face.
Stephen began to wonder whether this was all a game to Michael, and he
did in fact aim to fire Stephen regardless, but his thought train was
cut off by a sudden constraint wrapping itself around his midriff, tying
him to his chair. He looked down and saw some kind of industrial cable-
wire. He looked up and saw his wife, her face red, her hands securing
the cable around his arms and torso and her expression one of relief.
She looked over to Michael without meeting Stephen's eyes, and her heavy
breathing became outright panting.
She walked over to Michael with a few luxuriously slow steps, swaying
her behind in a sultry manner Stephen had never thought her capable of.
Suddenly it seemed to him that her burgundy silk dress was tighter
fitting than he remembered, and seemed to fit a form he didn't think
could belong to his wife. She'd been attractive, but the figure before
him was stunning, even turned away from him as she was.
As she reached Michael, her arms wrapped around his chest and shoulders
and she clung to him as he stood to meet her embrace. She raised a leg
only to wrap that around his front also. Leaning into his neck, she
closed her eyes and began to plant light, affectionate kisses there.
Stephen was dumbstruck. What was going on? Was this the same person
who'd been shooting venom at this man mere minutes beforehand?
Michael, a hand on Denise's sumptuous behind, looked over to his frozen
employee and gave it a little squeeze. She cooed at that, and he
chuckled to himself. "I have to say, I'm vastly grateful that you
invited me to your house, Stephen. I've thoroughly enjoyed your
hospitality, and I'm liking the look of the dessert so much that I'm
thinking of skipping the main meal."
He turned his head and his lips met Denise's as they both leaned in for
a passionate kiss. Stephen could only withdraw further and further into
shock as he watched his loving wife - now exaggerated to a physical,
sexual extreme - locked in a fiery kiss with the man she'd been
despising for weeks. He couldn't doubt her feelings - from the way she
did her part, he knew she was relishing every moment.
Eventually they broke off, but their faces remained close, their eyes
opening only to lock into each other's gazes. His was that same amused
look as ever, hers one of slavish adoration. He undid her dress and
pulled it down off her body, revealing black lingerie. He whistled his
appreciation and she blushed heavily, Stephen only able to struggle
fruitlessly at his restraints.
Michael cupped a breast and she gasped. Guiding her with a hand on her
rump, he moved her to within arm's reach of Stephen. Not that Stephen
had any arms free. Michael did, however, free his cock from the confines
of his pants. Stephen grimaced and look away, but his wife squealed with
delight and fell to her knees in an instant. She leant in to take it
into her mouth, but Michael held her head back. She looked up, shocked,
desperation clear in her expression.
"Undo your bra," Michael commanded softly, "I want them to flop about."
Her bra was off in a flash, and Michael's restraining hand lifted,
allowing her to throw her mouth over his erect member. She went to work
in a frenzy, her head bobbing at such a pace that whole body swayed in
tandem.
Rather than watch this, as Stephen was doing in horror, Michael looked
over to Stephen with a look of contemplation in his eyes. Stephen
noticed this for only a brief moment before Michael's hand shot into his
chest, and suddenly he felt tied up in more places than just his front.
Now it was as if his entire body, his entire form, had always only been
held in place by invisible wires, infinitely strong. It was these
threads that Michael now plucked at will, allowing some more slack here,
tightening things up there, twisting others out of existence and into
different forms altogether. Stephen's form seemed as able to resist as
soft clay resisting a sculptor's knife.
Michael took some time to decide on the perfect look for Stephen, opting
to begin with for a more modest bosom than his wife possessed. He made
sure to magnify the sensitivity to compensate, and then struck upon a
theme for his work.
The silky chocolate-brown hair curled its way down from his scalp,
arriving neatly just above the shoulders. His form didn't lose much
height, but slimmed down considerably, the skin softening to a degree
Michael hadn't attempted before. He tied the nerves in Stephen's newly
formed pubic regions and multiplied their sensitivity several times over
before sending them out like tendrils under the skin of his entire body.
Only the lips were given some plumpness, which stood out on the
otherwise petite frame.
As he so enjoyed doing, Michael took a moment to look upon his creation
as he withdrew his hand. The woman he'd created possessed an entire body
that was an erogenous zone, and the levels of sensitivity and subsequent
intensity of feeling would be interesting to observe. "Well hello there,
Stephanie," He smiled as he looked down at her, the pleasure he
experienced from christening his latest creation serving as the last
straw that released his climax.
He grunted and came into Denise's eager mouth. She gobbled his seed
down, as a stunned Stephanie could only watch, still reeling from her
transformation. At long last, Denise released Michael's cock from her
mouth, licking her lips and coming down from a small orgasm of her own.
He then reached a finger into Stephanie's forehead, plunging deep beyond
the skin. To begin with he released any and all hang-ups on arousal he
found in there - men, family, bondage, and more suddenly became fair
game for Stephanie's libido. He tinkered with the attraction to males so
that it was on a level with the extremeness of her sensitivity, so that
she'd want it just as much before she'd even tasted it.
Michael hoped the combination would result in near-uncontrollable levels
of desire - so much so that he might not have to condition her nearly so
specifically as the others, only give her a taste of what he had to
offer. Thinking along those lines, he narrowed the attraction to males
to only himself and added a certain focus on his cock, already
stiffening as he continued his work.
That was about as far as he got with it, however, as Sherry chose that
moment to burst into the dining room. "I'm sorry I'm late, Dad, I-" Her
jaw dropped and her mind struggled to take in the scene before her. The
uneaten dinner, the strange man staring at her, pulling his finger away
from some young woman's head, and - "Mom!?" Her topless mother barely
registered her arrival, licking the last of the semen from her face and
hands, but Michael's momentarily shocked expression softened back into
that same smile.
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