Perfect Girlfriend Juice Ch 03 Pt 03

Author's Note:

This story is a fun commission from one of my awesome Patrons, featuring a name selected by another Patron. Standard disclaimer applies: this story contains graphic depictions of sex and mind control, so if it's illegal or immoral for you to be reading this, stop now! All characters are at least eighteen, all situations are entirely fictional, and any resemblance to any real-life individuals or situations is entirely coincidental. Copyright Fidget, 2021. All rights reserved. Enjoy!

Perfect Girlfriend Juice

by Fidget

Chapter 3: Perfect Secretary (Part 3)

Personnel wasn't the only place Alani began making her presences known. She soon convinced Jack to let her order his lunches for him, and dinners too whenever he had to stay late to meet a deadline. While the meals from the healthiest restaurants around town were definitely more nutritious than the takeout he was used to ordering, Jack still missed fast food from time to time. But, combined with the new gym membership and fitness routine that Alani had booked for him and insisted that he attend, Jack couldn't deny that he was feeling healthier and more energetic. Once again it seemed like Alani was right. She always was.

As she continued to take on more and more responsibilities and the number of gorgeous Alanis gliding elegantly around the office increased, Jack sometimes wondered if perhaps he was giving up a bit too much control over his business and even his personal life, but whenever he called one of Alani's copies into his office to discuss his concerns with her, she'd just make him feel silly by calmly and patiently explaining exactly how much better both he and the business were performing under her care, with sources. Jack never did find out how she was getting his medical records and the results of his physical fitness tests. Alani would then engage in some harmless office flirting for a few minutes while she subtly encouraged his eyes to roam over her curves, before leaving him mildly horny and more convinced than ever that his concerns about her were unfounded. Everything was better when Alani was in charge, and Jack questioned her decisions less and less as time passed.

And so over the next month Alani slowly fired more and more of Jack's employees, assimilating their functions into her own endlessly growing list of "secretarial duties" just as Jack had wished. Payroll expenses were at an all-time low, efficiency was through the roof in every department, and profits had never been higher. The building was a ghost town, and though the few remaining employees could tell that something strange was going on, Alani's complete awareress over herselves kept her secret from ever getting out to anyone but Jack. She no longer tried to hide herselves from him, of course, and he came to enjoy the sight of his multiple identical secretaries bustling around the office, not least because whenever he was around Alani always seemed to need to do something that involved leaning over a file drawer and showing off her flared hips, or bending over a desk so that her tastefully loose blouse would reveal the appealing curve of her breast.

Her mildly suggestive actions were always deniable, of course - her movements were a model of mechanical perfection and efficiency, and she always had good reason to be doing whatever she was doing at the time. Jack certainly wasn't going to stop her, anyhow. By this point Alani had unconsciously modified herselves to have a bit more muscle in order to take over the physically demanding tasks of the shipping employees she had fired, and Jack never tired of walking into a room and being surrounded by a bustling sea of soft skin, toned muscle, and seductive femininity clearly focusing their substantial affections entirely on him.

It was an intoxicating feeling. He knew Alani wasn't doing it on purpose, but constantly drowning in her alluring presence like this was starting to have a powerful, natural effect on him, and Jack began spending more and more of his workdays swimming in a pleasant haze of arousal. He was satisfied with his marriage, and tried to resist his deepening attraction toward his sexy subordinate, but the memory of her soft body pressed against his was ever-present in his mind, and he ultimately succumbed to her subtle seductions. It became hard for Jack to focus on his work when she was around, and he began missing deadlines as he spent more and more time looking forward to his time with Alani.

She immediately noticed the sudden decline in her boss's performance, of course, after all of her hard work to improve his efficiency, and quickly figured out what had happened. His initial harmless glances, which had originally let Alani know that her new figure and wardrobe were doing their jobs in making her desirable for her male boss to be around, had developed into long, unguarded stares of eager, unbridled lust whenever she entered his office. She couldn't deny that his attentions filled her with pleasant arousal as well; the sexually charged atmosphere that inevitably resulted each time they were together was just as hard for her to resist as it was for him, if not harder, due to the irresistible side effects of the Perfect Girlfriend Juice still coursing through her veins. It constantly drove her to please Mr. Davidson any way she could, even when that urge worked against her own goal of being the Perfect Secretary, and his increasing lust for her body only increased her desire to use that body for his pleasure.

In fact, she was certain that Mr. Davidson's current condition was due in large part to her instinctive need to make their interactions as sexual as she reasonably could, to titillate his susceptible male mind by showing off the soft, curvy body that the Juice's insidious influence had forced upon her. This was incredibly effective at convincing Mr. Davidson to go along with her decisions, of course, but as much as her personality now revolved around mechanical efficiency and professionalism, she still felt an addictive, purely sexual tingle throughout all of her bodies whenever she could tell that Mr. Davidson was turned on by her presences, which was more and more often these days. It had seemed so benign at first, but now it had become clear that his powerful male arousal, the natural result of constantly being surrounded by scores of identical females literally designed to appeal to him sexually, was starting to negatively impact his work.

It briefly occurred to Alani that she could just replace Mr. Davidson as well. After all, by this point she could do his job better than he could, and his increasing inefficiency was starting to get in the way of her own work. Even so, she immediately dismissed the thought; Mr. Davidson was the reason she was here, after all, the reason she looked forward to coming into the office each morning. Alani was his Perfect Secretary, and she wouldn't feel complete without being able to serve him and anticipate his needs. If anything, his own human shortcomings and imperfections just further justified her own perfect presence and service.

Plus, his desires were entirely natural, and they weren't his fault. It occurred to Alani that, if anything, their current predicament was due to the fact that Mr. Davidson's wife wasn't properly performing her own role at home, keeping Mr. Davidson's carnal needs met. And Alani knew that those needs would have to be relieved if he was to operate at peak efficiency once again, enjoying and encouraged by Alani's curves, not distracted and held back by them. Making sure her boss' sexual needs were met therefore clearly fell under the scope of her duties as well, and once this had been decided, Alani began to feel a growing compulsion to ensure that her boss got his rocks off. Not for her own satisfaction, of course, but for his own good. The fact that her responsibilities were growing increasingly sexual, feeding the growing need between her shapely, toned legs, was just a happy coincidence.

And so, unbeknownst to Jack, Alani dispatched one of herselves to her boss' house that afternoon, when she could be relatively certain that Mrs. Davidson would be home.

Upon hearing the doorbell, Carol Davidson quickly opened the door for the strikingly beautiful young businesswoman standing outside.

"Hello Mrs. Davidson, I'm not sure if you remember me. I'm Alani, Mr. Davidson's secretary."

"Oh! Hello again Alani. Is everything alright with Jack?" Carol asked, a bit concerned that her husband's secretary had come all the way out to their house.

"He's perfectly fine, but there is something I'd like to talk to you about nonetheless," Alani continued. "Mr. Davidson hasn't been his usual self at work recently, and I just wanted to reach out and make sure everything was alright at home."

"How do you mean?" Carol asked, confused. She and Jack hadn't argued in months, and though he was at work more and more often recently, and seemed a bit more distant than he usually was when he was home, Carol couldn't think of a reason why any of that would be negatively affecting his work. If anything, any problems Jack was experiencing seemed likely to be caused by his work. "Everything has been just fine here, from what I can tell."

"That's odd. It seems that he might not be getting enough of the, ahem, attention he needs at home to do his job at peak efficiency," Alani said bluntly, getting straight to the point. She briefly looked Mrs. Davidson up and down as the slender woman's eyes widened with shock. The wife was certainly attractive enough; the only reasonable conclusion was that she had been deliberately negligent in taking care of Mr. Davidson's needs. The unfairness of the situation made the betrayal sting all the more - Alani wanted to be the one taking care of those needs, but she wasn't able to because of her professional working relationship with Mr Davidson, while the one who was in the enviable position of servicing him sexually couldn't even be bothered to do so! As calm and professional as Alani had become, she nonetheless felt herself becoming uncharacteristically angry at the nerve of this woman.

Meanwhile, Carol was feeling some strong emotions of her own in response to Alani's accusation, but was much less calm and professional about it. "Excuse me?! Who do you think you are?! My relationship with my husband is none of your business!" Carol had already felt a bit jealous once she recognized that this vision of sensual elegance was somehow Jack's secretary, and now to actually be accused of sexual inadequacy by the woman who spent more time during the week with her husband than she did was more than she could take.

Not to mention there was something.. unsettling... about this "secretary". She was too neat and professional somehow, her movements too precise, almost like she was some sort of automaton playing the part of an attractive young businesswoman a little too well. Carol felt another twinge of jealousy at how her tasteful yet sexy wardrobe clung to every curve of her unrealistically appealing body. Further, she was oddly still during breaks in the conversation or when not deliberately moving, and she only rarely seemed to blink, and even that small movement seemed somehow calculated, like she only did so to maximize moisture efficiency or something equally absurd. But the most unsettling of all were her eyes, which never left Carol's, and which burned with the cold intensity of single-minded purpose.

Carol finally shook herself out of her reverie. This entire situation was ridiculous, and she wouldn't put up with being talked to like this in her own front doorway. "I would like you to leave, immediately, and you should know that I'll be talking to Jack about this tonight. I think by this time tomorrow you'll be looking for a new job, missy."

Alani knew there was no danger of that, not only because the company literally couldn't function without her now that she'd replaced most of the staff, but mostly because of how helplessly infatuated with her Mr. Davidson had become. Even so, Alani hid her disdain for yet another person in Mr. Davidson's life not living up ot their potential, politely told Mrs. Davidson goodbye, and headed back to the office, already planning her next move.

Sure enough, that night Carol ranted to Jack about how his secretary had had the audacity to come to their house that afternoon and accuse her of not having enough sex with him, of all things. She demanded that Jack fire her first thing in the morning.

Jack immediately figured out what had happened, and knew that it was all his fault. He'd gotten too forward with Alani, crossed the line into unprofessionalism one too many times, and after reprimanding her for doing the same, no less. Worse, he'd taken advantage of what the Perfect Girlfriend Juice had done to the poor girl, and even now Alani was only doing what was best for him, still trying to take care of his needs. If anything, this turn of events only made Jack appreciate Alani all the more, and though he knew there was no way he could turn off his powerful desire for her body at this point, he could try to be a bit more discreet about it at least.

He mollified his wife as best he could by concocting a story about losing his temper and making a scene at work that morning, and claimed that Alani hadn't been talking about sex at all, but about making sure that he got enough sleep. He insisted that Alani had only acted out of genuine concern for his health, and he promised to talk to her the next day about respecting personal boundaries. He also promised to get more rest from then on so that he would be less prone to similar outbursts in the future. Jack could tell that Carol wasn't completely convinced, but it would have to do for now.

Later, however, as he tried to fall sleep, he kept coming back to Alani's comments to Carol. Now that he thought about it, it had been a few months since he and his wife had done anything in the bedroom, and it was definitely possible that his feelings toward Alani was at least somewhat related. He still loved Carol, of course, and believed himself to be completely devoted to her, but even so, he couldn't deny that his sexual needs probably weren't getting met. Alani had been right again. She always was.

That didn't go well, Alani thought to herself on the drive back to the office after the altercation with Mrs. Davidson. She hadn't really expected it to go well, of course, but she had to try nonetheless out of respect for Mr. Davidson. She was still the version of Alani currently tasked with solving Mr. Davidson's sexual efficiency problem, so she turned her immense intellect toward other solutions to her boss's sexy, masculine urges, and tried to ignore the tingly warmth building between her legs as it threatened to influence the precision of her careful thoughts.

The most appealing solution was obvious, of course. She already knew how much Jack wanted her body, and that attraction had only increased as they'd begun to work more closely together, both personally and physically. She shivered as she recalled the overtly sexual contact she'd had to resort to the previous month, and her arousal continued to involuntarily increase at the memory of just how good that contact had felt. Alani knew from his reaction to the proximity of her body that she would be more than capable of fulfilling his sexual needs, and was finding it harder and harder to resist taking matters, and her boss' cock, into her own hands. Her fixation on this idea was entirely her Juice-induced infatuation talking, of course, but if anything that just made the notion more appealing.

Alani began to feel an odd weight on her chest, and when she glanced down at her tits she was mildly surprised to discover that they also seemed to think it was a good idea, slowly swelling once again as the sexual energy coursing through her body momentarily got the better of her and filled her mind with images of slutty secretaries seducing their manly bosses and servicing their thick, throbbing dicks. All over the office, Alanis suddenly found themselves in danger of spilling out of their tops as their chests expanded and their highly analytical minds clouded with a renewed sexual obsession with Mr. Davidson.

Together Alani tried to fight off her growing urge to tempt her boss into infidelity with her body, recalling how Mr. Davidson had admonished her that their relationship was to be strictly professional, but the power of the Juice over her mind was absolute, and she could practically feel her opinion changing as the idea of fucking her boss became more and more appealing against her will. Her resistance began to seem silly; it was obvious how much they both needed the sexual release, and how much they would both enjoy using each other's bodies to achieve that release. Their relationship would still be entirely professional - Alani would just slightly expand the scope of her duties once more, to now include taking care of Mr. Davidson's sexual needs in addition to his personal and professional ones. It was the only logical course of action, after all, and it was all for Mr. Davidson's own good, of course.

Over the next few days Alani began laying the groundwork for her seduction. She began showing up to work in outfits that, while still professional, clearly toed the line of impropriety, especially now that her body had apparently decided that her tits should be larger than her head. Still, now that she'd concluded that it was in Mr. Davidson's best interest for her to be a curvy, flirty tease, she couldn't help but love how sexy and horny she had become. She stopped wearing panties under her short pencil skirts, and began devoting an entire instance of herself to masturbation, keeping herselves wet and ready for use at any time by Mr. Davidson.

Alani thought it was cute how he had clearly committed to resisting her charms exactly when she'd decided to apply them to the fullest, and she looked forward to the challenge of breaking down his resistance. In addition to stepping up her usual practice of putting herself on display for him, Alani also began innocuously touching him whenever she had the chance. Mr. Davidson seemed to know what her sudden increase in physicality signaled, however, and gently extricated himself from her touch each time. Even so, Alani's sharp eyes noticed the tent that formed in his pants whenever she touched him, and knew that she was making progress toward her goal nonetheless.

Her most effective tactic was ambushing him as he passed through narrow doorways, forcing them both to turn sideways to slide past each other, but since her large, bouncy tits now took up so much space, poorly encased in her tight tops and revealing a generous amount of soft, creamy flesh, she had no choice but to slide them slowly and luxuriously across his chest as she squeezed past him. A quick apology with demurely downcast eyes and a bit of color in her cheeks precluded him from saying anything after these surprisingly intimate touches, and more than once Alani was gratified to see Mr. Davidson awkwardly shuffling toward the restroom after being in such close physical contact with the object of his affections.

Within two weeks, in spite of his attempts to resist her, Alani had nonetheless trained him to get hard at the mere sight of her. Eventually Jack gave up entirely, and even began leaning into their contact, letting her curves rest against him for much longer than necessary, relishing the arousing sensation of her body against his. When Alani noticed that Mr. Davidson no longer attempted to hide his erection when they squeezed past each other, and instead openly allowed his sensitive organ to slide across her slim waist, she knew that she had him right where she wanted him, and that it was finally time to put her plan into action.