Eric: Their Target
Shyanne led Claudia into Ashley's office for her weekly report on the Claudia's transformation from a featureless, dull General Counsel into an object of sexual amusement. Claudia wore a grey business suit, a white shirt with starched collar, and a blue tie—perfectly acceptable apparel, office appropriate, perhaps a bit too austere and mannish, but eminently suitable. The style was little changed from her former attire except for better fit and quality—from the waist up. The matching skirt was cut from the same quality material, just not enough of it. It was short, way too short. The skirt was cut above mid thigh accenting the earthy thickness of Claudia's peasant legs and pushing a disturbing fashion trend. The platform heels and fishnet stockings were simply disgraceful.
Ashley was writing a book on the sociology of masks in the contemporary work place. As research, she ordered that Shyanne dress Claudia in manner that progressively pushed the edge of humiliation. Shyanne was to keep notes on the reactions of their co-workers. It was a field study, all in the interest of science.
Claudia still functioned as General Council, which meant she supervised a group of attorneys. These people did not like Claudia at all, but they were ambitious ass kissers who did circus tricks for the loathsome young woman who had taken the job they each thought they deserved. The attorneys begrudged Claudia's special connection with Ashley, the princess in charge of their careers and fortunes, but they were far too sensible to breathe a word to their colleagues of their resentment and distain for Claudia. But to their spouses and lovers they mocked everything about the awkward Claudia—she was an impractical lawyer, she talked too much, she was absurdly boring, her dress was plain to the point of being repulsive and/or comical, and furthermore (what a misfit) she didn't play golf.
Then something changed. The skirts started getting shorter, the makeup more obvious, and the nauseating feminist lectures stopped. Their boss's boring clothing became weird in a new way. She was showing way too much leg. She also wore too much make up. Was this peculiar geek actually becoming hot in a creepy way?
And Claudia was utterly distracted. She still talked too much, but now that she wasn't giving intimidating lectures on feminism and progressive politics, everyone finally understood that Claudia's chatter was pure, vacuous nonsense. Claudia was absent a lot, physically and mentally. She was unpredictable. She would call her attorneys together for meetings, and then cancel at the last moment. When she finally did hold a meeting she seemed more interested in showing off her legs than talking about work. It was all they could do to keep a straight face in meetings.
Shyanne led this caricature of an office whore to stand before Ashley. Ashley examined Claudia up and down, smiled, leaned back, and put her legs up on her desk. Besides the ridiculous clothing, Claudia wore the sour look of a petulant child. Shyanne began, "Good morning Ashley. Claudia is making excellent progress. Claudia, say good morning to your boss."
Claudia frowned, shook her head and gave Shyanne a pleading look. "Come now Claudia, I wouldn't want Ashley to get the impression that you are disobedient or stuck up. Turn that frown upside down. Say good morning."
Claudia opened her mouth as if to speak. She winced, and then tried again, "Gu morring."
"That's better. Now show Ashley your new tongue ring."
Claudia grimaced in pain clamping her eyes shut. She leaned forward stiffly from her waist, opened her mouth, and gingerly stuck out her swollen tongue. She winced as a thick silver ring slipped over her teeth to hang from a fresh stab wound at the end of her inflamed tongue. Claudia stood rigid, bent from her waist, and eyes crunched shut. A single tear escaped and ran down her cheek. She held her arms stiff and straight off to her side; her widely spread fingers trembled. Ashley thought she looked like a cartoon whooping crane.
Ashley approved, "Nice pose, hold that Claudia. Shyanne, I think Claudia's ring is entirely fetching. I know you had some doubt about using such a large piece, but isn't it lovely, and it is the perfect way to control her excessive gabbing. She was such a bore. While Claudia stands there posing for us, give me an update."
"Well, I had Claudia's tongue pierced yesterday. It will take a couple of weeks to heal. I can't imagine how she is going to function here at the office, but since you insist, she will try. She is still begging to be allowed a leave of absence. The healing process will slow some aspects of her training, but she is doing well. As you instructed she had been getting a steady diet of my pussy. Until her tongue heals, we will have to lay off that. Claudia really likes eating pussy; she is always begging for more. You can see she is dressing better, well at least more interestingly, no more of that bureaucrat-in-a-sack stuff.
