I'm leading Collin down the steps of our secret basement. It is the day. He seems calm – if not confident. As we stand outside of the door, I tell him. “I am required to ask you if you are willing to walk through this door. You will not be hurt by anything you see. But if you feel you don't want to do this, you will be okay. We will honor our five year deal with you.” Collin says, “I want to do this. I am ready.” I open the door for him, and then sit and wait.

Seconds turn into minutes and minutes turn into an hour, and there is no Collin. I feared I would hear him back against the concrete wall, but I would be alerted by my phone if he started to hurt himself. There were video cameras in the hallway. Then my phone gets texted, “He is in.” I breathe a sigh of relief. He is capable, but hopefully he will see the tricks inside.

While I wait, I remember the last six months. It started with a family dinner with Collin and his young family. It continued with his first day of orientation, and mine. I had moved to level two gym. Justine and I and the rest of us associates were being trained, but this time as women. Our days were filled with yoga, judo, karate, self-defense, and weapons. It continued with surveillance procedures. It was extremely nerve-racking. I was getting instruction that was taking away the innocence and the this is all just about sales.

I knew what I would be doing not tonight, but tomorrow night. I would be stationed outside a club. I would begin to follow Collin or another associate around during the day. I was to make sure if he survived tonight that he followed the rules that he has been learning and would even learn more – especially sex rules. I would clean up his messes if necessary. I would kill him, and make it look like an accident if necessary. It had happened to my predecessor in sales Illinois division. It had been discovered that she was having sex with those she should not be. Someone, possibly her recruiter had been told to end her life.

I was about to think further on the past half year when my phone receives a text. “The rock is on the move. Attention!” I stand up and wait as if I had been sitting and expecting this moment. Soon, I hear his footsteps on the other side of the door. I push the door open and give him my best smile. He jumps through the door. “I did it!” I have a jewelry case ready. “”Quick put it in here,” I told him. I shut the jewelry box and hand it to him. This is yours, but first we have some work to do.”

I lead him upstairs and to the second floor, and walk him out to the First Year Associate hallway. “I was here,” I hear him mumble. “I know, but don't say anymore here.” I told him. I lead him to a different room Technology and training. There is James Cummings – I know him as Jamie. He or she is the new Vice-president of Associate Training. I hand him company ID card. Up comes my name and address. Then my female name Michelle Gorman, position, and that now I am level four as of today.

Then, I hand a second card to Collin. “Hand that to James, here.” He does. His name and address pop up. It also shows his new female name: Kelly Drew. It lists his or her new position and clearance level. Then, James tells him to sit down at the computer station in the corner where he answers the questions and picks his favorites.

James and I talk while he works on the desktop in the corner. James hands me my company ID. “You ready for tonight?” I am. I told him. “Where you going to take her?” He goes on. “ I'm going to take her where Gerry took me, to Club Downtown.” James asked, “And Rhoda cleared it?” I nod my head. “That is a good place. Good luck, and I hope you have fun.” I steel myself. We had received a big time briefing about the first night. We were told to monitor very carefully how much sex they have – to make sure that nothing goes too far.

When Collin is done, I stand up. I nod goodbye to James, then I give Collin my attention. “Are you ready?” I ask him. He nods his head with excitement. Then I lead him out of level 3 control and back to the entrance, and before the door where he will be working: Associate Entrance. “You will be on your own from this point. Proceed through this door. Look for the door with your associate name on it. You know that name, right?” He shakes his head, before I go on. “You will walk into a locker room. First thing you do is make sure all your possessions are there, then take your robe off and walk into the shower. I have left plastic on the floor and a razor in the corner. First, shave around your testicles so that it is clean. Then, pick up the plastic, roll it into a bag and throw it away. From there you can enter the cryx room. Remove your robe and place it on the hook on the right. Place the jewelry box on the table, and then open the box. Then, turn on your touchscreen television. Then, take your time. Enjoy a fantasy or two. Then, when you masturbate, make sure that you do so on the cryx. It won't make a mess. You will see. When you are done, it will be glowing a silver-blue. At this point, open the right drawer and put on the leather gloves – you remember company policy regarding the handling of the cryx, right?” He nods. “When you are ready walk through the door, and I will be waiting for you.”

When Collin steps through, I go back to the secret stairway and go up to level three. Then, I stand at the entrance to Associate Level 4 entrance. I present my identification, open the door and walk in. I walk up and down the well-let hallway until I stand before my new locker room. I present my credentials and walk in. I undress and put the black satin robe on. I walk into the cryx chamber. I open the drawer on the right, and pull out my leather gloves. Then, I pull out and put on my cryx.

It touches my skin, as many times before. It burns slightly, lovingly I think now. Then I feel the familiar inside-out feeling. I am lifted up off the ground. I shrink and grow. Then, the cryz is lying gently between my two perky breasts. I reach over and put on my satin robe. Then, I am out the door and into my much bigger closet. I put on my favorite black dress and heels. I take some time to make my hair. Then, I am out the door. Rhonda is waiting in my office. Next to her is Jacob, docile and peaceful. He looks younger and better than the day I had last seen him years ago. He wears an amulet around his neck. It gives him his own youth, but more importantly protects him from the full power of one of us. Rhonda says. “Okay, Jacob. It is time. Follow Michelle.” I lead him out and down to the on call room on the second floor.

I walk out and wait in my old office – soon to be Kelly's office. I sit and wait. It isn't too much longer when a sweet and gorgeous new being walks down the small hall. Long blonde and straight hair flows down her head. Her brand new cryx lies between two perky cute breasts. She walks off into the bathroom – it is only natural. When she is ready, she walks back out. I hear her say, “Hi,” in a very soprano uncertain voice. When she settles her eyes on me, she looks long and hard – even maybe longingly. I stand up and motion her to sit in my former office chair.

I sit quietly across from her at her desk as she looks around and takes in her new surroundings. When she is ready, I tell her. “This is where you can rest if you are staying here for some reason overnight. That will only happen a few times at your level of clearance. Tonight I would like to give you a present.

I stand up and lead her out to On Call Room # 1. I walk inside and hold the door open for her. When she sees Jacob sitting there, I tell her. “Jacob, I want to introduce you to Kelly. Kelly, this is Jacob. Jacob is one of those who went through our training, but for whatever reason was unable to make a cryx. He continues to work for us. Tonight, he has a special task, as do others like him. He will help you break in this new body of yours. Jacob has done this before, and he has clearance, and will be perfectly safe for you. Do not be afraid. Sit back, relax, and you will find that your body will do what needs to be done. When you are done here and would like to continue with the evening, I will be waiting for you in your office.” Before she can tell me that she isn't ready for this, I walk out of the room and leave her be.

I walk back to the office and sit on the lounge chair. Then, I wait for Kelly to return.

When Kelly comes back, she is walking with a sway and a power. I can see the cryx glowing and warming. I know she is feeling that rush in her head. I smile at her. “How was it, Kelly?” She is smiling head to toe, and that said it all. “That was good, huh? Well, it is only just the beginning. You and I are going out on the town. I brought some of my clothes out just for tonight. I put them in your closet. Let’s go and try some things on.” I lead her back to her walk in closet. I had left several dresses and outfits in the room. After she has picked out her outfit, she goes back into the bathroom. She freshens up, and it will be pretty natural thanks to orientation – but I think the cryx has something to do with it too.

After she returns I show her a black bra and bikini panties. I watch as she takes off her robe. I see her wiggle into the panties. I watch her pull the bra over her chest and back around her body, then click it in place. Then I see her put on the black little dress that she had chosen. It is quite revealing. It accentuates her breast and the beautiful cryx that sits between. I help her accessorize, simple for now. Then, I wait in her office while she sees herself dolled up for the first time.

Then, I see her swaying her hips out to me. She is stunning – beautiful, of course. Then, I lead her out of the office and into the 2.2 boardroom. There we have a makeshift photo studio set up. I take some pictures, upload them to her profile and mine. When I have enough, I lead her out. We go out the back door. I take her hand in mine and walk her to the front entrance. I have a cab waiting for us. Then, I instruct us where we want to go, and get ready to initiate Kelly into our world.

I lead us through a back door in the nightclub. “This club has a deal with us,” I tell Kelly. “We provide security and often bring ourselves here. So, they will let us in, and they will watch out for us. They will get us waters if they know a man is ordering us a drink. Lots of men will come here, looking for someone like us.” We walk in, both feeling the electricity and sex in the room. I order the two of us waters. I hand her the water the water, and say, “Your cryx gives you considerable power over men. But avoid alcohol while wearing it. Alcohol will even the playing field. That is part of the reason for security here. We want to protect you.” We sip our waters together. I drink in the atmosphere. These are the best moments.

When we are both finished with our waters I lead Kelly out to the dance floor. The music shakes the floor and quickly we are lost in the music. We are jumping up and down. We are bouncing and grinding against each other. It doesn't take long before we have two new friends. Kelly has a guy name Jack, and I got Brian. We are bumping and grinding with them. I can sense how easily Kelly is getting lost in the moment. Soon, she has her hands around him. He has his hands on her. I see their hips gyrating. Quickly, I send Brian off for a minute while I grab Kelly. It is time for a chit chat.

We run to the bathroom as two ladies who need to freshen ourselves up. “What do you feel with those boys?” I asked her. She purrs. I touch him and I want him inside my clothes. It is electric. It is exciting. “That is important,” I tell her. Trust that feeling. If you feel that with a guy, it means you are safe and he is safe. If you feel disgusted, don't go with it. This cryx around your neck is alive and powerful. It wants and needs to be fed. You will need to feed it. But don't feed it what it doesn't what.” She nods her head. “It makes sense to me.” We give each other a big hug then meet our boys at the table. They have diligently gotten waters for the two of us.

We tease and play with each other. Brian is necking me while I giggle and visit with Kelly. Jack is clearly touching Kelly underneath the table. Her voice slurs as she turns and talks to him. My hand is rubbing Brian's thigh while he is necking me. The more insistent his mouth, the more insistent my hands. I can tell as I glance at Kelly that she is completely lost to the song of the cryx. I know how intoxicating and powerful that song is. When the song starts to reach out to me, I grab Brian's hand, pull Kelly and Jack after her along to the back of the club.

I think Kelly barely noticed those two invisible agents of Fashionable. She is busy pulling his pants down. Soon, I am focused on Brian. My hands are again on his enlarging penis. His hands are on my breasts and waist and thighs. It is so easy to play Brian like a fiddle, just as Kelly is learning with Jack. My hips do all the talking as we buck and grind following the music still thundering in from the other room. I look at Kelly and speak to her using my mind. “Go easy on the boy. Don't destroy him.” Then, I lose myself in Brian's kisses and touches.

It isn't taking him long to remove my dress, and my own fingers have his pants off. Then I grind my wet panties against his bulging tidy widies. He reaches for me, but I hold him off. I tease him with my fingers. I twist and turn out of his grip. I frustrate and infuriate only to tempt and entice him again. I'm in his arms, then suddenly I am behind him pulling his tidies off and his shirt. He has me in bra and panties, but I dance this way and that. I giggle. I moan and groan. Then, I let his hands get me roughly on my right breast. I moan. “Yes, that's it.” I wiggle my hips one more time.

He pulls and cups and squeezes my breasts. He is pinching my nipples and then he is reaching down to kiss and lick and harden them in his touch. My bra comes off as he sucks and almost drinks off of me. My hands run in his hair and head and neck. My nails dig into his scalp. I move my breasts and body in a dance along with the music.

Then, I let him pull down my panties. And as he does, I lay back, stick my hips in the air and motion him with my fingers. He is in between my legs like an obedient dog. And magnificently hard he shoves himself into me. My hips move up to grind against him. Each grind brings him farther inside of me. Each grind splits my legs farther. Each grind has one leg wrapped around him. My hips grind up against his cock and his balls. I gasp and cry and fuck him over and over. Then, he spills and empties himself into me. I cry out in pleasure as I feel my own orgasm ramble through me over and over. I am going over and over bringing him with me on the ride of his life. When he is nearly empty, I release him and let him collapse.

I stand up over him and slowly take my clothes and put them on fully naked in front of Kelly who is watching me in wonder. “You were amazing, Michelle.” She said. I smile back, “I could feel what you did to him too, baby. You were amazing. I bet you are hungry for more though“ So, we take each other's arms and arm-in-arm we head out on the dance floor.

And it was thrilling. Once I let Kelly go off on her own while I went down on a guy. I took a total of three while I noticed Kelly's insatiable appetite. And as the evening went on you could tell the room changed in feeling and electricity. One guy had tried to drop things into a drink for me. He had tried the same on Kelly, but she caught it. I told her across the room. “No limits on this guy. Go all the way. See what you can do.” She still made it look like he was in charge and doing things his way. I used my newest training and disappeared and watched Kelly and her new boy go off again to the back room.

I watched in the dark as she first took him between her legs. And then she was insatiable. She made him excited again when she cleaned his cock with her lips and tongue. She sucked him and made him explode into her mouth. As she cleaned him up the second time she turned her ass around and took him in between her ass cheeks. Then, I see it. He gives her more than his cum, but his energy, his life energy, and his control during sex. She responds to the gift, and she screams and cums and cums and cums. I see her fuck herself with her fingers on her pussy as she finds her own release.

Then with him nearly gone, she stands before him. “Drink your goddess,” she tells him. And he obeys. He takes his mouth around her wet thighs and her pussy and cunt. She takes in his dark fantasies, pleasures and desires. His mouth cannot help itself. She forces her will upon him. “You shouldn't try to rape women. You should be a good man. You should find a woman and settle down. Forget me. Be good. Now, go.”

When she is done with him, I sneak out and wait for her at our table. When I come back, she is moving like a lioness through the room. She is filled with power and desire. He is out the door so fast, you can barely see the blur that he makes. I glow in pride at what she did. “You did well. Those are the best for reasons they can never understand.” She nods happilly. Then, we walk arm in arm and go outside into the world.

I lead Kelly to a twenty-four hour diner. “I'm not hungry for food, but the body without the cryx will need it when it comes off.” I order for both of us: one egg scrambled, toast and water. Then, we visit about our conquests of the night before. We talk about confident and powerful men who feel before us. We talk about the sexual energy we felt and exhibited. We both talked about their attempted seductions and petty tricks to take us. We talked about their weak moments in the bed, until we dug deep inside of them and coaxed what they really needed out for us.

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At six that morning I am leading Kelly back into Fashionable Inc. I lead her through the trainee entrance. We walk through Kelly's old locker room, then I stop her. “I want to show you something. Not everyone was able to make a cryx. Follow me.” We open the door out into the hallway toward the classroom. Instead we enter through the yoga room where sixteen others are lined up. And then, Ginny Potter walks in. She is the newest President of New Associate training. “Let's go into the observation room.” She says. She leaves while the rest of us file into a fairly spacious room where we can see the classroom, but they can't see us.

As we look in there are people there – people Kelly obviously recognizes. They are sleeping on and off when Ginny walks in. You can see the seven of them come to attention and attempt to wake each other up. “Good morning, gentlemen,” she says. “I am here to tell you that you have not succeeded in creating a cryx and therefore will not be becoming full Fashionable Inc associates. We will still honor our agreements made through our representatives. You will receive the promised salary for five years. During that time we will see if you can continue to be of use to us.”

One of them – and they always do – blurts out. “What do you mean? This is stupid. I never had a chance to create this cryx thing, because I was standing in a hallway blocked up with concrete and a strange archway that leads to nowhere.” Ginny smiles at him. “Well, eight of your former compatriots figured it out. You will see them around, but they are getting acquainted with their new bodies.”

You can hear those boys throw that out as if it was ridiculous. But Ginny goes on. “I am Ginny Potter. As President of Associate Training, it was my duty to prepare you for last night. Sadly, seven of you were unable to make a cryx. It was difficult to explain to those above me that this was such a small group. However, let me introduce you to someone else. She will be helping you through the next portion of your work in our company.”

At this point Gerry walks in. “Hi everybody. My name is Gerry Prost. I am the President of Maintenance. I am here to help you with your transition to employment at Fashionable.” Gerry hands out a form to the men. “This form is asking you to sign that you have been offered the option to sign a release from employment form. There are two sheets. The first form is the waiver form that indicates you have seen the second sheet. Please give your attention to that. This sheet gives you the opportunity to sign and be waived from any further connection to us. If you sign it, you will receive no further compensation other than the signing bonus and the salary you received up to this point. If you wish to continue with us, please sign the first sheet, and stand up and meet me in the hallway.”

Gerry walks out, leaving the four men alone. Everyone is quiet as we hear the grumbles and complaints that come from these men. It is like when I had gone through this. “Where are the other guys? What did they do to them? I can't afford to do this.” But there was one. “I have had enough. I don't want any more to do with this crazy place.” To the shock of all of us, he signs the second sheet, tears up the first sheet waiver, then stalks out of the room. Everyone else says, “Way to go.” But after some thought, six others sign the waiver, tear up the release form, and walk out to meet Gerry.”

Ginny Potter comes back into the room. “We saw all that we will be seeing of them. But we feel you needed to see what has happened to them. They will catch you in corners on your way in. They will be shocked. They will ask you how you got through. Be careful. No one – except those who wear a cryx needs to know what happened in there. No foolish apologies for their poor souls. Do not interact – except to be nice. They will have what we call level one dash five clearance. They will get Maintenance duties.” After this usual speech, Ginny nods at us then walks out of the room.

I squeeze Kelly's hand and tell her, “It is time to go. We got more to do.” I lead her back upstairs to her level two office. I let her sit in her office chair and I sit across from her. “What happens next?” She asks me. I have big smiles. “You and I get to have some fun. But you will need this.” I hand her her new company portfolio. As she is looking through everything, I point out. “Look at the last of the papers. There is a sheet on company letterhead with our company credit card.”

I watch her as she reads the letter, waiting. When she is done, she has the credit card in hand and has nothing to say. “Don't be shocked. You are an investment – you and the complete package of you. Soon, you will be representing Fashionable in a large area further from Chicago somewhere. You need to look like one of us.” She throws her hands up in the air. “I don't know what I'm going to be doing? When am I going to be finding this out?” Well, you will be going to a banquet tonight. There you will meet your new division in sales. You will meet the President and Vice Presidents of the division you are assigned to. They will tell you more.”

“But what about you?” Kelly asks me. I respond. “That we can't get into right now. Why don't you go in and shower? There you can take your time to enjoy your new body. You can take a shower in the locker room. Then go back into the closet and pick an outfit for shopping – just make sure it isn't something that will attract too much attention. We will not be in secure areas. Then, after we are done shopping, we will come back here. I am going to go and change to get ready for our shopping trip.”

With that I run upstairs. I don't take a shower. I take off my dress and clothes. I put on a black with white polka dotted blouse, a cute black skirt. I put on some cute red heels, and then accessorize. I make sure that I am all refreshed and then I go down and wait for Kelly to get done. When she comes out, she is wearing a nice outfit for shopping. I lead her down to the parking lot where we pick out a new Japanese sports car. I hand her the keys. “I will show you the way; you drive.”

I told her where to go this way and that way until we were out in a suburban mall. I led her up and down the halls of the mall. We were arm-in-arm. We got the necessities. We got a few party dresses. We got a formal gown or two. We bought shopping outfits. Mostly, we bought outfits that she would be wearing as she represented us as a sales rep.

I lead her to a nice place to go out to eat. “Come on, Michelle,” she says. “I want to do more shopping or meet a man. I'm not really hungry.” I motioned to her. “Yes, but you will have to take that cryx off eventually. It is important to remember that you are not so weak when you do that that you will fall over.” So, after a sensible lunch, I had her back at Fashionable. I helped her put her new clothes away. I suggested a sexy party dress for the banquet that night. Then, I hugged her tight. “You and I will still bump into each other. You remember Gerry from Maintenance? She was my recruiter. We see each other from time to time. But tonight, enjoy and celebrate.” We hug tight and then, I leave her. I went upstairs to my new office. I strip off everything. I take off the accessories. I put on black satin slippers and my black satin robe. Then I sit in my office desk waiting for what was next.

It doesn't take long when one of our security personnel appears at my new office. Its mechanical voice speaks. “It is time Associate Gorman. Please follow me.” I get up and follow. My guide leads me down into the basement where I stand in the corridor into the same stone corridor I had been led fifteen years ago, the same corridor that I had led Collin now Kelly to take. I stand before the stone archway, but it isn't closed off it is open. I close my eyes. I relax into the yoga that has been my comfort and stay since I have become a part of Fashionable Inc. It doesn't seem to take long, but I feel a shift as I go passed or somehow through the corridor.

I am in the chamber of archways, and I again stand before the archway with the Roman numeral one at its pinnacle. Then, I step through. I am back in the nightclub that Gerry had led me into all those years ago. But something isn't right. I am feeling funny, sleepy and not my usual in control self. As I start to fall, a strange man takes me on his shoulder and begins to walk me out. He walks past security and out the door to his car. When I am in his car, he ties me up. I try to reach out and touch him but nothing seems to happen. I can't seem to focus.

He touches me, but I am unable to feel excitement or fear. I feel him pull up my clothes. He is whispering things at me. “You dirty whore! Women like you deserve what is coming to them. You deserve to be hurt and taken. Then, I will take your pretty little jewel. You don't realize how precious these things are. Things are looking bad until he falls down. Then, I am face-to-face with the people Gerry had introduced to me as Security. One of them puts something over my face, and then I remember no more.

I am sweating as I walk through the archway. Did I pass or did I fail? I do not know. I am frightened. I had once thought myself invincible, able to take any man I want for myself. I didn't see the dangers. I had followed the rules, but I had never felt so dirty and scared and weak. What was the meaning of this? Were there people who knew about us? Were there people seeking to take us and our cryxes and sell them to others? Were there people that would kill one of us for these things? I still feel that way as I stand before the second archway. Then, I close my eyes and walk through.

I am again in that club, but this time I am watching over Kelly. Or I was? Where did she go? I look this way and that way. I am about to panic when I relax and feel for her. She is no longer in the building. I motion for one of the security. Then, we go outside. By the time we get out there, we find Collin in Kelly's torn and dirty clothes, bleeding, and bruised. I bend over him. “Collin, Collin, are you okay?” There is no answer. I hear that mechanical voice, “Stand aside associate. Let me pick her up, then you and I will go right back to headquarters.” On the way back to Fashionable, Collin's pulse disappeared. He was dead on arrival. It was awful. She had been so confident and so sure. But now she is dead and her cryx was gone. There was going to be hell to pay.

I am shivering and clinging to myself as I come through. I struggle to understand if it was reality or could have been reality or should have been reality. I look ahead at the last archway. I wonder again if somehow if I had failed the archway test. I wondered again if this was real and if things like this happened. I wondered what it had to do with me and why I was seeing this.

Then, as I stand before the last archway. I do not know what is going on. I do not know why I am here. I wonder if I will succeed or fail. I close my eyes. I take a step and I am through. I am sitting in a office high above the ground. I am dressed up again but I have a serious look on my face as a man stands before me. “Lady, I was able to procure one of those diamonds, as you had asked. It was so easy. They drank it and fell for my lines. I can't believe what I am seeing, nor do I believe what I am about to hear. “You have done well, Maxwell.” Then, I push a briefcase toward him. Max opens it up, and smiles. “This is what we agreed on, Lady.” Thank you.

He is about to leave when I say, “Would you like a drink to celebrate together, dear?” He laughs. “That is a messed up joke, Lady. I don't think either you nor I would drink with the other. I will see you next year.” Then, I watch him go. I am unable to understand what is going through my mind at the moment, but then a light flash and I am through the final archway.

As I open my eyes, I look down. There before me is a black armored suit, like security wears. I touch it, fearfully. Then, I see writing on the table next to it. It says:

Congratulations, sister. If you are reading this, you have powered your security suit. Strip from your robe, leave your cryx on and put on the security garment. Then return to your office immediately.

I follow instructions. I take off my black satin robe. I put on the armored suit, and I walk back the way I came. I walk through the archway in the very first corridor. I walk down that corridor to the entrance door. I push it open. Then, I walk back up the steps all the way to third floor. Then, I return to my office. Before I make it there, I am met by others wearing the same suit. Then, I hear my associate ID number. Agent 66615821, welcome to Security. Please follow me inside.

I follow the black clad unit into a new and bigger office. Behind the desk is another dressed like myself. “Agent 66615821, do you have any questions?” I reply, “Yes. I am curious if there are people who hunt associates for their cryxes.” The one behind the desk responds. “We do, Agent 66615821. You need to understand some things. There is great power at work here. We need to protect the company. Many of these associates are going to let the power go to their heads and screw things up. We make sure that our associates are playing by the rules. We also cull out the weak associates. I hope you are not squeamish. We will be asking you to do things like this.”

'No, I am not squeamish. I was just confused. What is your assignment for me?” The security unit ahead of me continues. “You will proceed to Club 32. You will be part of the security detachment there. Clean up any associate messes. Watch out for one years. Watch out for cryx stealers. You will have whatever you need in your suit. You are dismissed.”

I walk down the hallway, to the elevators and down to the second level garage. I find my car and I am off. I am at Club 32 and I present myself to the unit leading the work there. The unit gives me a tour of the premises. Then upstairs he briefs me on what to expect tonight. “Unit 66615821. We are expecting Sales Division Wisconsin here tonight. President's name is Jane Michael. Vice-president is Andrea Dawson. There are three new associates assigned to Wisconsin. You will tail one: Nicole Tatum. You will follow her everywhere. You will observe everything she does. You will follow her back to Fashionable. When she faints after taking off the cryx, you will take her to her room at the Hilton, 235. Then you will be dismissed for the night.”

As I take my position, I would have had lots of questions. But the suit I am wearing suddenly brings information I didn't have before. It tells me who Nicole Tatum was Nicholas Tatum. It puts a picture up before me in between my eyes. Soon, people are coming to the club. I stand still and out of sight as they do. I especially take note of the men who come in. Some of those who come in I can get a face identification from social media networks. Others I have access to their criminal record. I take extra note of one who is there and has sexual predator next to his name. There is even a famous actor that walks in. He tried to come in without being recognized, but I was able to see who and what he is. Then, I catch sight of Sales Division with Jane Michael. She has brought a few of the ladies with her – none are first year associates. They don't waste time, especially Jane. They are out on the dance floor attracting attention.

It is another thirty minutes when Andrea brings in several more, this group has Nicole. I take in her clothes and everything registers as she saunters into the room. After these girls have settled, they are out on the dance floor. I notice every man who approaches Nicole. I can feel the energy they give off and how Nicole reacts. I see which ones draw her and I see which ones repel her. But then I see her settle on one. She bumps and grinds against him. She kisses him on the dance floor. Then, she is leading him away.

I am still in stealth mode when I follow her into the back room. Then he is on her. His mouth is on her neck. His hands are on her hips. She is close and he is full of desire. She pulls off his shirt and pulls down his pants and underwear. She holds his cock until it is out to full strength. She pulls up her dress lays down on the floor and spreads herself for him. Then full of desire he enters into her. She bumps and grinds and gasps and moans as he fills her first with his meat then with his semen. She lets him empty and then she stands up, dresses and walks out.

I look at him while he lays there in pleasure. Before he is able I run over to him and down on my knees take the mask off and lick around his prick. I taste Nicole and I taste him. I find myself glow a little as I finish cleaning him. Then, my mask goes back on and I am back out in the main hall. Quickly I locate my charge drinking water and chatting with fellow associates. It is nearly an hour until Nicole is out on the floor again. She finds two more men, one she goes down on, another she lets fill her ass.

I am on extra alert as we pass 2am and as others enter in. There is one in particular that feels like something. He focuses in on the associates as if he knows who and what they are. Then, I see him focus on Nicole. I am about to move when I hear a voice in my head. “It is good you recognize him. You are supposed to. But let him work – interrupt him if he hurts her.” I continue to observe as they dance and then as he leads her over to the bar. She orders a water and he orders a beer. I move a little ways away and grab a water from the bar. I watch. When he thinks Nicole isn't looking, he pops something inside. I move behind the bar, then I replace his glass with the glass I had gotten.

She properly checks the water. Then sips and drinks the whole thing. They visit and talk, and then lays her head down on him. But he doesn't lead her out, she is leading him to the back room. She is in full and complete control when she drains him letting her fuck her three times. Then, she leaves him. As I look down on him, I walk over. I see a pendant around his neck and I reach over and look at it. My mind takes in that pendant. Again that voice comes into my head. “Time to leave him. That pendant is Fashionable created. He will be fine. Now go.”

I stand up and go back outside. Nicole and others are picking their things up to leave. I pick up their trail as they head off to a small diner for an early breakfast. Then, they head back to headquarters. I wait down the escalator. When nearly one half hour is up, Nickolas Tatum comes out the door. He nearly falls down the escalator when I reach over and pick him up into my body suit arms. Then, I carry him down the escalator, put him in a wheelchair below, then I walk him to the hotel. I use his hotel card to let him in a back way. A screen in front of my eyes gives me the fastest route to his room. I open his room, lay him down, then secure the room shut. I am out the door and back at headquarters.

I take off my security suit, and replace it in my closet. I put on my satin robe returned to my closet. Then, I sit down and take an hour to report on what happened at Club 32 regarding Nicole Tatum. I filed it under Nicole's confidential file, and then I went into the cryx chamber. I took off my cryx. I dressed quickly, and made my way gingerly down the escalator. Then, I made my way into the hotel and crashed on the bed without turning over the sheets. I slept for several hours.

I am awake at 4:30 am. Quickly, I dress and shower and groom myself. By 5:30am I am out the door and down to the diner I eat at every year after New Associate Day. I eat oatmeal, fruit and drink a water. At 6:30am, I am making my way back to Fashionable. At Monday at 6:55 am, I am allowed in. By 7:30am I am sitting at a table with all those who had joined Fashionable fifteen years ago, except for Toni – she had died last year. Hannah Short, now President of Security briefs us. “Today, you will be following the first year associate you were assigned to. Make sure they obey the rules. Keep them out of harm and trouble. Your cars will be equipped with the ability to find their cars on GPS. File a report when they return, then you may go home.”

I can taste it when at 11am Nicole is set free on her car and her new world. I have seen her list, but no schedule has been forwarded to me. Most likely, she is going to go to the first name on the list. And she is off. I am right behind her. You can feel her buzz as she drives these busy roads wearing the cryx. It is truly a powerful feeling. We weave this way and that through traffic until we are on our way north out of Chicago and into Wisconsin, Kenosha in fact where I live at night.

She decides to skip a couple of places on the list and gets to the first place on her list that we run into. That does seem very organized. I wait on the back side of the building while she walks into the bar. I would guess that they might buy soda or pizza or even candy from us. She will try to sell him these things. After a certain amount of time is up, I rub the crystal of my cryx gently, and I feel myself fade from view. Then, I walk into the bar. I can feel her in the back of the room. I have extra hearing as I listen to them.”

“Our Fash Candy bars have a smooth nugget center. Here is a free sample.” I dare not go in, but I can imagine that she has touched him. She might be tempted to do more than that, but she would have been warned strongly against it. Of course under her influence he says, “The chocolate is pretty good. I am still under contract with Distributions for soda and pizza, but I might buy a shipment of these candy bars.” I can hear her relax. “That would be great Mr. Mandren. Please fill out this form.”

At this point, I walk out of the bar and back to my car. I wait maybe five minutes when she is sauntering back outside. I can see that he has walked her out and is watching her carefully as she gets in the car. She has given him no extra viewings. Then, she is speeding off to the next place. We hop from this place to the next place, each one in line rather than right down the list – makes sense. We made four stops all similar to that last one. But the last stop was really awkward for me.

It was approaching 2:30pm. I was getting nervous about going back to Chicago, but Nicole confidently walks into a gas station literally blocks from my home. I am about to walk in when my wife gets out of her car to fill up the car with gas. I have never seen her before in these eyes. Time has been well to her – myself too as a man, thanks to the influence Gary and his wife had on our diet and lifestyle. I want to look at her, but then I walk back in. I am listening at the door, invisible again as Nicole is giving the pitch. Yao, his name is, has been with our company for a long time, but does not want to sign an extension. He wants to switch to Distributions.

Nicole frantically says, “You can’t want their work. Our service is better, as are our prices.” I can sense the tricks she is using, but he is resolute and firm. There must be a reason – does he wear something that makes him immune to one of us? Finally, she sees the time and is forced to give up. She stalks out. Invisible I peek in on him. I can sense that I am right. I listen for a second as he talks to someone on the phone. “No, she did not try to force herself on me. Yes, she pushed, but not beyond the limits you had asked me to watch for. Thank you. We continue to appreciate our business with Fash. I appreciate the discount you are giving me for this next three months. Goodbye.”

I am trying to ponder the meaning of that when I run into of all people, my wife. “Excuse me, miss, she says.” I can feel her eyes on me, watching me trying to figure out what kind of woman I am as I walk out and back to my car. Then, I am speeding down the road. I am able to catch up with Nicole. I know the city and I know certain ways to escape attention and ways that are faster. By the time she hits the interstate going south I am right behind her again. There are no incidents as we make our way back to Chicago.

That night on the train back home I ponder everything I have learned about my company just three days after my promotion to security. We spy on new associates from the start. We have extra procedures to make sure they are following the rules. We attempt to trick them or steal their own cryxes from them. We will even work under the hand of our own security to do this. There were levels upon levels of plots and intrigues. I wonder about Nicole. She seems nice and straight laced. She broke no rules the whole time I was watching her. It seemed to me that Kelly would have been more apt to break rules. It has been a long weekend wearing the cryx, I am fast asleep with an hour of train to go.

It had to be one of the best weeks ever for me at Fashionable. Besides morning and evening yoga, I was able to have two dates a day like the one above. I don’t think my cryx ever felt that full or powerful before. I wouldn’t see Joshua again. It was somebody new each time. It was a cook or busboy at a local restaurant. It was a policeman working for the city of Chicago. It was always someone that seemed to be owed a favor for what was done to turn the other way at what we were doing.

On Friday morning as the train sped down to Chicago, I was excited. Today was the day. I would get to take the lone charter with Vice President Mrs. Amanda Frit, Vice-President of Chicago’s Fashionable site herself. I was third on a team of four wearing black suits to make sure that the Vice President wasn’t harmed.

The luxury of such accomodations and position came crashing in on the reality that this was as much responsibility when we landed at Miami’s airport. Suddenly, I saw a man on the roof with a rifle. He had gotten past security. I acted instinctively. I stood in front of Mrs. Frit. I shouted, “Enemy on the roof.” Another black suited with us used blazing supernatural speed and ran and climbed and jumped up to the roof of the building. She disarmed him and brought him down.

Then, our team led him bound and gagged to the suburban where I and another were placed inside with him to guard. We drove to the hotel, just fifteen minutes away. When we stopped, I heard a voice speak through the special way security could communicate to each other. Agent 66615821 well done in spotting the threat. As a reward, you are to take the threat to the room, fully interrogate him, and then dispose of him. I respond, “Yes, Commander.”

Using my black suit, I create an illusion around myself and my charge and I lead him through the hotel lobby and into the room that had been assigned to me. I open the door and leave him on the chair in my room and compel him, “You are not to move until I command.” Then I step into the other side and to the closet and bathroom area. I change out of my black armored suit and step out into my black lingerie. I step into black heels that I had brought in a black bag then I go to deal with the threat.

Slowly, I walk up to him, walking, parading, dancing, willing his eyes to gaze upon me. I stop right in front of him. I remove the gag, but I leave the twisted restraints on his arms and legs. Then I sit on his lap and look into his eyes. “I have to have your name, before we can talk any more,” I say to him. He knows he needs to resist me. So, quickly I use the cryx and move past the blocks he tries to place to me. “My name is Jonathan,” He says. I nod, stand up and walk a little ways from him. “Now, that is good. I knew we could be civil,” I say to him.

I look at my prisoner. I see the muscles that bulge against the restraints on his arms and hands. I see those same restraints stretch against his firm ankles. I think and suddenly a small fire shoots out from my cryx and hits the restraints burning them off. I hear him yelp, but I anticipated that. I send out a bubble from my cryx to cover around him and I so that the sound doesn’t travel any farther. Keeping that bubble there I move closer. “Jonathan, I think it is a shame that you have to wear long sleeves when it is summer in Miami.” He looks at me with a quizzical look. Then, I snap, “Take off your clothes.” The command was so strong and sharp and had such command in that sound bubble that he moved quickly to please me. He unbuttoned and threw off his clothes. He undid the buckles on his thick boots and threw them off and pulled down his camouflage pants. I tapped my foot and urged him with my mind. He dropped his underwear before me as well.

There he sat beneath me, and he was wearing one of those things around his neck. I looked at him with questions on my mind. That looks just like the amulet that I saw Jacob wear the day he broke Kelly in. I was certain it was Fashionable made and issued.

I didn’t want him to see any uncertainty from me. I ran my well-manicured fingers and hands through his hair and along his face and neck. I looked him into the eyes. We made eye contact. “Jonny, dear,” I told him, “You are still wearing something you know.” He nodded. I smiled at him, using that smile I used to close a deal. “It would please me greatly, if you were to be naked. Just think of the fun, we could have.” He nodded again. His hands reached up and found the amulet. But I could see he had trouble. He couldn’t take it off. I put my hand up and motion for him to stop. “Let me help you, my love,” I tell him.

I put my hand around that chain. I can feel something attempt to stop me, but I push the thought or power aside and pull the chain up and over his head. All the while my eyes remain focused on him. And something amazing happens. I see his eyes just slightly change. Then, he looks at me, almost confused. I stand up and walk away from him for a second. Right away I know that he isn’t right. He will not be able to answer any questions. With the amulet off he will not even remember who he is. I look at the amulet. There are no clues on it. I turn around and walk to him again. I sit on his lap one leg on each side of his thighs. I make eye contact with him again.

I take the amulet and place it around his head. I feel the power of the amulet attempt to reassert itself in his mind, but I take it. I understand more now. I could do so much at this moment. I could impose myself through this amulet. I could claim Jonathan as my own. But what was a lowly security guard going to do with him? I could take the amulet in and try to feel out the Master of the amulet. It would require a very close proximity to whoever the owner of this amulet and this Jonathan were. I do not allow the amulet to touch Jonathan’s skin. I turn it in my hand. I direct my cryx at it. I feel the power of the amulet’s owner. I take that power in. I analyze it. I taste it. I make myself familiar with it. Then, I allow the amulet back onto his skin.

I assert myself through the amulet, making it feel and sense as if I am the owner of the amulet. Instantly, he is down on his knees. "Mistress," he cries out as he looks at me. I can feel that he honestly looks at me. He cannot but see me as her. But he doesn't know her by any other name.

I walk up to him and leave my hips in front of his face. I let him smell me. I put my snatch in his face. I let him smell. I can feel his reaction. He wants to taste. I look down. "Drink from your Mistress," I told him. His teeth bite on my panties. I cry out as I feel his teeth rub against me. Then, I feel him pulling down the panties leaving me exposed before his face. Quickly, he licks slowly licks around my snatch with speed and with intensity. My hands reach down and stroke his scalp and hair as he tugs and plays along my snatch.

My head arches back, and I moan. "That's it, baby," I say. I feel from his mind what his Mistress calls him. "Stick your pointy tongue in my slit, slut," I hiss at him, apparently just like his Mistress. "Give it to me." He pushes himself in and I gasp as he pushes and pushes his tongue into me. He goes for the spot that pleases her, but I redirect him to my g-spot. Then, I grind my hips against his face. I hold his head against me as I rock round and around. I feel him. His well-trained tongue and mouth pushes against my spot with intensity. I can feel him push and grind against me.

But I push him off of me. I command him. "On top of me, boy." I lay back on the bed nearby. I spread my legs and command him with my thoughts between them. Strong and hard he follows his cock. It rubs against my thighs and wiggles outside of my snatch. He grinds just out of me. Then, I pull him in. Slowly, he opens my pussy with his large hard cock. He splits me open and slams it in. Rough and hard he takes me. And I reach up to him, pulling him in farther. I spread my legs wide until he can go no farther.

Then, I lay back and let him gloriously fuck me. He pushed and worked and slammed me over and over. He grinded against me with experience. He gave it to me hard and I was loving it. I took it from him and I shouted, "That's it, slut, give it to your mother. Fuck me." My words and commands push him farther. I keep up with every ounce of his experienced thrusts. I reach up and kiss his lips and wrap my hand around his neck. I position myself so that I can truly feel him filling and completing me. And I fuck him wildly.

He doesn't quit and he doesn't tire - not like other men who I have been with before. But he is a stallion trained for the pleasure and desire of someone who has power. He has no need to leave his seed in me early. My snatch feels the pain and stretching of his over-large cock. But the power of my cryx heals and protects me. Again and again he takes me to heights of pleasure and again and again I meet his thrust and power. It goes on until I suddenly feel I am ready to beg. But I will not. I will myself to ride this wonderful horse and I enjoy and pleasure myself.

Finally, he has lost his ability to hold back himself. He screams out, but it is caught by our bubble. Then, I find my release with him. I feel wave upon glorious wave of orgasm over take me as I feel his orgasm go with mine. I go on and on as he goes far beyond the ability to cum like a normal man. He finally empties himself into me and fills me as I nearly was at the end myself. Then, I pull him up against me. I kiss his head, and then pull myself off of him. I pulled up my panties. I look down on him as he gazes up at me.

“What am I going to do with you?” I ask him. He continues to stare at me. He is now lost to his owner. She would need to know he is dead. She also doesn’t need to know that some upstart security officer had been able to steal him from her. I smile at him sweetly. I reach down and let him see my ass. I grab the ties and walk around him. I wrap the tie around his neck. I pull hard and start to choke him. He struggles not, still thinking I am his Mistress. He slowly turns purple and then falls, his life was gone. I pull the amulet off his neck. I wrap it around my hand and wonder about it. Then, I walk into the bathroom to hide this new amulet for myself. Then, I dress for my report to my commander.

Security is a different beast as I make my way from day to day. One day I will be following an associate in their car into some new part of the world. Another day I will be wearing the black armor guarding and walking with a President or Vice President to some new place. Other days I will be told to remain behind to continue training in fight, self-defense, battle logistics of things no less. It is a very curious job. It has perks that I am able to go out and about more. I am able if careful and quick to clean semen off of men after they have been used by an associate with permission, or even a President or Vice-president after they have enjoyed a client they are meeting with.

But while I wear the cryx the frustration of not being able to seduce and have a man between my legs makes you hunger and desire like no other thing. It is a strange world we live in for sure. One day, the newest security associates are in the Board room with President Short. “For the next week, you will not be going out, ladies – except during lunch. We have arranged for you to have lunch dates with available men who are checked out and able to shall we say be resuscitated mouth-to-mouth. We want you all full and satisfied before our Spring Conference in Phoenix this year. I would like to introduce you to Vice President Candy Brine who will brief you further on what you will be doing in Phoenix.”

Candy stands up and says. “Thank you, Hannah. Ladies, you will be assigned different tasks during the conference in middle of March. Each of you has a schedule of what your task will be.” I look down at my schedule. “Each of you will spend a day as an assistant to a president or vice president. That will be highlighted in red for you. An additional information sheet will brief you on what that individual prefers or desires or needs to be steered clear away from. If your individual permits it, you will be allowed to indulge as a full associate. Normal procedure is to permit that, by the way. On another day, you will serve duty either as suited guards in night clubs the associates might enter or as those who will watch carefully and take notes. You will have full briefing on this.”

When Candy is finished, Hannah Short speaks again. “Enjoy this week. It will be relaxing from your trips out and about as security detail. As long as you are in security detail, you will not have an opportunity like this again. I look forward to our trip to Phoenix. You are dismissed.” I get up and walk back to my office. There I change out of my woman’s power suit and into a black fighting robe. Then, I spend the next three hours in yoga, jujitsu, and sword practice of all things. I am given an hour to shower, groom, and dress for lunch.

I decide to wear a white lace blouse with long sleeves. I wear a pencil skirt and tan platform boots. Then, I grab my brown leather purse, put it out over my shoulder and I am out to my lunch “date.” The address reads, “401 N. Wabash.” I go down into the garage and get my cute little Mazda Mx-5, and I speed downtown. I find a parking garage. As I am walking out I walk the two blocks to 401 N. Wabash. I enter inside, give my name and am presented at a table. Sitting there is a nice young gentleman. He stands up when I arrive. He walks around the table and gets the chair for me and pushes it in after I sit. Then he walks around me and sits across from me.

I give him my winning sales-selling smile. He visibly gulps and clamors. “Hello, um. … Miss Gorman, right?” He asks. I nod my head, but say nothing. I wait for him to continue. After a moment or two he does. “My name is Joshua Kent. I am an associate lawyer for Corboy and Demetrio, a law firm downtown here.” I extend my hand and let him shake mine. He shakes it nervously and then takes my hand up to his mouth and gives it a gentle kiss. I give him my most brilliant smile again. “It is definitely my pleasure to meet you, Joshua.” He chats idly about everything going on at his Lawfirm. He doesn’t ask me about what I am supposed to be doing. I knew I wasn’t supposed to divulge anything. I drank my water while he drank wine and tried to relax.

He was pleasant enough as he drank three glasses of wine and ate a steak and had desert. I had settled for a light salad. When the meal was done, he led me outside and out to the parking garage. He had a company limo that had been issued on his behalf. We sat in the back while he drank another glass of wine. I scooted closer and closer to him as his inhibitions finally disappeared. Before his glass was down, he had his hands all over my arms and shoulders. He was cupping my breasts and kissing me along the neck.

I had pulled him on top of me with the power and strength that the cryx had seemed to give me. My hands caressed his arms, moving up and down, pulling him in tighter and tighter. My breasts and hips responded to his hands and my lips and face and neck responded to his lips and kisses. We kissed for endless time, but I was hungry – no my cryx was hungry. I slowly pushed his head down so that he might move down to my stomach, lift up my blouse and pull down my skirt.

He moaned as he smelled my sex and desire for him. He groaned as I reached between his legs and pulled his zipper down. He almost cried like a baby when I rubbed my hand back down along that zipper and gently squeezed his balls. He had lost his mind. He pushed his pants down and his large cock popped out for me. I took it with my fingers and petted it as if it were my favorite pet snake. I let him know how much I admired it. “Oh, Josh, baby, it is just so smooth, so long, and so hard.” Each time I go down to pet it, it got harder and harder. I could feel it drip.

I felt myself act through the cryx. I sent the thought, “Not, yet, boy.” And I could feel his cock take back its stream so ready to shoot. I used another thought through the cryx. “Down and suck me, boy.” Like a puppy, his tongue wagged out. Obediently he licked up one thigh and then the other. Then, he attacked my snatch as if it was a bowl of milk. Nice and slow and long were his licks. I squirmed and squealed and twisted above his twisting neck and head as he attacked me down there. He felt my dribbles. But I toyed with him as well. I sat down at one point on his head and pushed and grinding against his lips and teeth.

I forced him to pleasure me for what was forever. I could feel his mind scream. I could feel the pressure building inside of his cock through my cryx. He wanted to beg and plead. And finally, I thought through the cryx and commanded him to stand before my opening with his cock out front. I reached around his ass with my hands and I pulled him into me. I wiggled my hips as he worked his way inside of me. I pushed in and spread my legs as he came in further and further. The rhythm was slow and methodical at first, but as time passed we grinded and worked against each other. I wrapped around him and worked him.

I could so feel his need to release, but I would not command it through the cryx – not yet. I frustrated him. I teased him. I yelled at him. “Give it to me, boy. You have to be really good and really pleasure me before I will let you release.” He grunted, cried, and moaned. And finally when I was ready I sent that message through the cryx. He cried out so loud – well so did I. He slammed into me, and I slammed into him. He fucked and fucked me and I nearly drained him dry.

I think he amazed himself at his staying power as he came into my pussy. He was rocked as he felt wave upon wave of my orgasm rock against his cock and shake along his legs. But when he was finished, I released him. I did not feel it was my place to drain him completely. As he lay next to me, he closed his eyes and relaxed. He was very content. I turned to him and spoke softly into his ear. “Hush, dear Josh. Forget, enjoy, and sleep for a bit. Dream of me, but otherwise forget me.”

When he head fell asleep against me, I slowly pushed him down on the seat of the limo. I carefully dressed myself in the crammed quarters the best I could. I fixed my hair and lips stick. When I was ready, I strutted out of the limousine. I walked past the limo driver who was a few cars away with a large smile on my face. I stalked like a satisfied lioness to my Mazda Mx-5. I got in and returned to Fashionable.

As I sat in my little office, I thought back on my sexual encounter with Joshua. I was thrilled by the newest development. I had used the cryx without words to make him do whatever I had wanted during sex. I had felt the compulsions I had placed on him. I knew the power that was there. I felt the power that wanted to explode out of me through it. It was wondrous, magical, and consuming. I wanted more. I wanted to try more. But some small voice deep inside told me to keep this to myself and not to experiment too much just yet.