It turned out to have been a PBCAK alright -- Simon had been dumb enough to hit a malware link masquerading as an ad for viagra, and it was only luck that the ransomware hasn't worked. It make for a 'fun' hour -- showing Julie how to fix it (not that it really mattered, but it was nice to feel her over his shoulder) and castigating Simon not to be so stupid -- if not in those words.
By mutual agreement, the two grabbed some snacks from the machines in the lobby before moving back up to his office: the moment they were alone in the elevator, she was pressed pleasantly against his side. He casually skimmed his hands over her breasts, half-lidding her eyes in delight. "Is it always like that?" She asked, softly.
Mark nodded. "Roughly half the time, yeah. Problem is between the keyboard and the chair. Mostly, I think, It's because a lot of the staff didn't grow up with this sort of thing."
She nodded in understanding as the elevator dinged - quickly stepping back from him as others stepped on board -- and the conversation paused until they returned to the second floor, and the door closed behind them in his office. "So, Master," she said, half-falling against him -- quite deliberately, he was sure - "What's the plan for this afternoon? You did mention using my tight little ass..."
He glanced at the time: just after two -- and gave her a regretful smile. "We have Marie visiting in less than an hour, kitten. I do have more sisters for you to meet, though... if you want to join Stacey in coming home with me?"
She pouted most properly, but behaved herself, nodding in agreement before turning to the laptop he'd pulled out of storage to keep an eye on their seed money and brainstorm business ideas, while he monitored the network. Soon enough, however, his sensor gave a beep, and a moment later there was a knock at the door -- with a nod to Julie, she rose and opened it, giving him his first good look at the other new intern.
He had been peripherally aware when the two were hired -- he'd been responsible for setting up their accounts for the server, after all -- but other than briefly seeing her from behind during their orientation, he'd not gotten a good look at the redhead: he had mostly become familiar with Julie when she was put on front desk, after all. So as the two walked towards him, a slightly nervous smile on Marie's face, he took the opportunity to check her out.
She was slightly taller than Julie -- he guessed close to 5'7" - with a wave of curly red hair down to her shoulders, a scattering of freckles around a heart-shaped face, a pert little nose under dark green eyes, a generous bust -- roughly the same proportions as Julie -- and indeed, absolutely gorgeous legs. The fact that he could see them, however, was another point towards the idea she'd been hit with the video. Because she was not really dressed to work in the mail room.
Her blouse was tight, the top three buttons undone, and he could see hints of the lacey bra underneath: a bright red, the outline could be seen through the thin white fabric, and the curve of her breasts suggested they were barely contained. The pinstripe skirt she wore was a stab in the right direction, but it ended at mid-thigh -- lovely, athletic, creamy thighs, he had to admit -- and the heels were again, just skirting the edge of 'business' and drifting into the territory of 'night out'. She was hitting the very edge of the dress code to look sexy -- much as he'd instructed Julie to -- and while it could be personal choice... Well, it was suggestive.
He gave her a smile, rising to offer his hand. "Marie, Isn't it? I'm Mark, I handle IT here -- Julie's been assigned to help me today, she's been telling me wonderful things about you. It's really routine -- I just need you to watch some of the new training videos I'm putting together, so we can gauge their impact."
Julie nodded in agreement, a warm smile on her face. "It's pretty straightforward, really. I've seen them all, and they were very illuminating!"
"Sure!" Marie replied, brightly - she really had a most fetching smile. "It won't take too long though, will it? They really need me in the mail room."
He rather hoped the redhead didn't catch the undertone of Julie's comment -- it happily had been sifficiently opaque - pulling out the tablet he'd requisitioned and setting it before her, headphones plugged in. "Not long at all, maybe fifteen minutes? You need to use this -- Julie and I have our own work -- but give it a watch, and we'll discuss it when you're done, okay? Use the headphones." A gentle smile as she followed instructions, apparently eager to get it over with, and hit play.
She dropped into trance without any delay, no confusion or disorientation -- confirming that she had already been exposed -- and that in all likelihood, there were unwitting agents of the group behind this working in the building. Happily, he had a plan for this, but it was still a problem.
Julie watch with avid eyes as the busty redhead was turned into her sister-slut. "Yes. Obedience is pleasure. Yes. Pleasure is obedience. Yes. Obedience is pleasure. Yes. Pleasure is obedience. Yes, I would love to be yours. Yes, I would love to obey. Yes, I would love to serve you. Yes, my mind is open. Yes, my mind is empty. Yes, fill my mind. Yes, own my body."
The words spilled from Marie's mouth in an increasingly aroused tone, as Master's custom video worked it's magic. Julie loved all her sisters, and could not wait to introduce their new one to the others. Maybe Master would take her home with Stacey as well?
