Office Hypno Slut 01
Ryan desires to control the boss but fails miserably.
Ryan's boss, Rebecca, was a real pain in the ass. Before they had been co-workers, sitting at desks across from each other. Now she was too good for him, barely giving him a second glance in their hallway passings. Her promotion had only been enacted a couple of weeks ago, but she acted like she wasn't just one of the company's partners. Instead, she was acting like she was a fucking queen.
Just last Tuesday, he had his first interaction with her, post-promotion. One of her male assistants, a pimply-faced young loser, shuffled up to his desk. With a weasel-like and whining voice, he said, "Rebecca would like to speak with you." When he said the word "Rebecca," it was as if she was a goddess. Ryan had to control himself from rolling his eyes before standing up, nodded, and followed the pathetic yes-man to her office.
The loser stopped just short of Rebecca's office door and motioned that it was appropriate to knock. Against Ryan's better judgment, he did anyway. "Come in," he heard a female voice utter.
The voice sounded alien, nothing like Rebecca. She used to have such a bubbly giggle underlying everything she said. Now, the voice was stronger and colder, frostbitten with a tinge of darkness. It chilled Ryan to the bone.
The loser nodded, signaling Ryan to open the door. Ryan acquiesced, turning the handle and walking in. Rebecca sat at the desk, leaning back in her office chair with her pantyhose-clad legs up on her desk, displaying her black high heels. Playfully, she dangled her left shoe on and off her heel as he entered.
Ryan shut the door behind him and looked back at her. "What do you want, Rebecca?"
She laughed a cold, condescending laugh that gave Ryan a shiver. "Oh now, now, now. That's no way to talk to a superior, Ryan. That might have flown when we sat across from each other in cubicles, but I'm your boss now. Things have to change around here." She placed her coffee cup on the desk, swung her legs to the floor, and pushed herself up with her left hand. She looked taller than before - a slim, foreboding 5' 11". Ryan was only a few inches shorter, but with her heels, it felt like she towered over her. Standing up in front of him here certainly felt like a power move. Inching towards him slowly, she bore holes into him with her cold gunmetal eyes. All the while, a grin was plastered across her face, but it didn't feel quite genuine. There was something behind it. Something Ryan was having trouble placing, but whatever it was, it didn't seem friendly.
Rebecca stopped when she was right in front of him, so close he could almost smell her perfume - a cinnamon apple scent that made Ryan feel sick. Looking down at him with her pearly white smile still frozen on her face, she said through her teeth in a dull whisper, "Let's try that again."
Ryan stood there silently for a beat.
What the hell was he supposed to say? She called him in here and he just asked what she wanted.
Seeing his confusion, Rebecca put a light hand on his right shoulder. "I can see you're confused. I'll help." Her tone was condescending and demeaning, angering Ryan further.
What was he, a child?
Rebecca's grip tightened on his shoulder as her nails grazed through his dress shirt. They felt like small pinpricks against his skin. She continued, "First of all, you address me as ma'am. And second, when you come in, you certainly don't say something as flippant as 'What do you want?'"
Beads of sweat were forming on the back of Ryan's neck. He was so frustrated, having to stand there, playing "Guess the Correct Phrase" to win the prize of leaving Rebecca's office and get back to his work. But he knew his new boss was on a power trip, attempting to show him who was in control here. It was honestly disgusting.
"Still nothing to say, huh?" Rebecca tilted her head to the side, her shoulder-length blonde hair getting in the way of her right eye. She moved it with her other hand, locking her piercing eyes on Ryan again. Her other hand still hadn't moved, sharp nails digging even further into his skin.
"What brings me into your office today, ma'am?" Ryan replied, trying his best to keep his tone clear and neutral. The last thing he wanted was for her to criticize him for
that
too.
Rebecca nodded. "That's better, Ryan." She unclenched her hand from his shoulder and backed off, walking back to her desk and sitting in the chair. Her cool gaze still hadn't left him. She waited a moment, then said, "I've noticed you've been slacking lately."
"Slacking?" Ryan repeated. He tried his best to hide it on his face, but it didn't matter. She already had caught him. She was right - he hadn't been putting in as much effort lately, mainly because he figured with Rebecca as the new manager, maybe she'd let things slide for a bit.
It was as if Rebecca could read Ryan's mind. "Yes, that's what I said. I know you think with my new position I might take it easy on you, but I hope you know now that was a grave miscalculation." She swung her legs back on the desk and began flipping her shoe again. Ryan tried his best not to look. It was irritating that such an egotistical woman like Rebecca had such nice legs.
Thankfully, Rebecca didn't notice. Instead, she just stared at Ryan, waiting for his answer.
Ryan gave it - "I understand. I'll pick up the pace."
Rebecca laughed. "Oh, you'll certainly do that...
and more.
You're going to stay late this evening to get everything done."
Ryan's face fell. "I have to
what?
"
"You heard me. I think the only way you'll learn to stop slacking off is to learn your lesson. The only way to do that is to be reprimanded." She picked up a pen and clicked it on the desk, to further emphasize her point. "I'll expect that the project that was supposed to be turned in last week will be finished and if it is, there are a couple other things in this folder you can work on."
Click
, went the pen again. "I trust you'll be able to finish it all by the end of this evening." She tapped the folder and put her foot on it, casually sliding it across the desk for Ryan to take.
How demeaning.
Ryan thought but walked over and slid it out from under her foot, taking it. He hated that Rebecca had become this way. He used to think she was so attractive, had even at one point toyed with the idea of asking her out. He certainly wouldn't make that mistake now though. She was an ice queen through and through. He sighed and said, "Yes, ma'am, I understand. I'll make sure this is all on your desk tomorrow morning."
Rebecca nodded. "Good boy. Glad we understand each other." She swung her legs off her desk, turned towards her desktop computer and began typing, signaling their time was over and it was time for Ryan to go.
Ryan understood the message loud and clear, leaving no time for his sadistic boss to invent any more ways to make his life more miserable. He took the folder and briskly walked out of the office, closing the door behind him.
One of his co-workers, Kyle, saw his face and shook his head, holding up a similar folder to Ryan's. "Caught you too, I see."
Ryan smiled and walked over to him. "Yeah, man, she's on a rampage. Guess getting the position isn't enough for her," he said.
Kyle looked a little nervous as Ryan said it. He gestured with his hands to tell Ryan to lower his voice. "Look man, I don't care if you bash the boss, but she has enough sycophants in her office that will tattle-tale on you if they hear your gripes."
Ryan nodded. Now whispering, he said, "Valid. I just don't understand this bullshit."
"Not much we can do," he replied. Then Kyle grimaced and went back to his work. Ryan looked perplexed until he turned. There was Rebecca, right behind him. How had he not heard her office door open?
She shook her head. "What did I just get through telling you, Ryan? Don't you have a lot to do? Back to your desk!" Others in the office looked up when they heard Rebecca's booming voice. A few stifled their smiles, while others just shook their heads.
Ryan turned red and bristled, briskly walking back to his desk with his head hung low. He heard Rebecca's heels click away before sighing and putting his face in his hands. What kind of mess had he gotten himself into here? He pulled his head back and opened the folder Rebecca had given him, then his jaw dropped.
There was so much work here. How the hell was he going to finish all this? He looked up exasperated and saw Rebecca smiling at him. She was obviously getting quite the kick out of his pain. Although he wanted to mouth at her
Are you kidding me?
He decided better and didn't; instead, he finally got to work.
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Hours later, the sun had gone down in the office. Mostly everyone had gone home, even Kyle at this point. A couple of hours before leaving, Kyle had walked by Ryan's desk while tapping his phone. He was letting Ryan know that he had sent him a text message, but Ryan was so busy with the extra work Rebecca had given him that he'd forgotten about it again until now.
He had made progress and as it turned out, Ryan had overreacted earlier. There was a lot of work here, sure, but finishing this late evening wasn't unreasonable. As soon as he buckled down, he made considerable progress. But as he had been working for hours, it was time for a break, so he figured he'd check his phone.
A new text message from Kyle with a link - "Hey man, found this goofy scam and thought I should share. How crazy could it be if it actually worked?" Ryan clicked the link. Without knowing it, this website would change his life in just a few days.
The site was strange, with a spiral in the background and text written in pink. It looked shoddily made and dated to boot, a disorienting Geocities-esque page from the '90s. Kyle was right - It seemed scammy for sure. Ryan kept reading though:
"Welcome to Hypno Industries, proud makers of The Hypno Ring. Got an annoying neighbor you can't stand? A person you wish would buzz off? A bully you'd like to cluck like a chicken? A boss who you'd like to humiliate? Well, buy the Hypno Ring today. Only 19.99! You can get anyone to do what you want for a change OR YOUR MONEY BACK!"
Ryan laughed.
How preposterous. As if it was that simple. All you needed to do was buy a ring and all your troubles would go away.
He turned back to his work, but the idea of the ring wouldn't leave his mind. It kept nagging at him.
What if it did work?
He thought.
