Signing the New Contract

Signing the New Contract

Robert was able to watch her while remaining hidden by looking between the books on the library shelf. Her name was Melissa, she was his co-worker, and she was absolutely gorgeous. Her long brown wavy hair was styled in a complicated arrangement that fell elegantly across her back and framed her face perfectly. Her features were locked in concentration as she studied the ancient book in front of her. This didn't mask the beauty of her thin arched eyebrows, full lips, and delicate nose. The simple white blouse she wore struggled to restrain her perky breasts, whose cleavage peaked out from behind the buttons she had left undone.

The rest of her body was hidden by the table she was sitting at, but Robert could fill in the details from memory. She had a small waist, accentuated by full hips, and a voluptuous ass. Her skirts never reached past her knees. Her legs were shapely and looked like they went on forever, especially while she was standing in her customary high heels. Steeling his courage, Robert stepped out from behind the shelf. If he wanted to get anywhere with her, then he would need to talk to her, rather than just spying on her.

Robert was a legal researcher with the law firm Morrigan, Baalhaddad and Wolfanima, more commonly referred to as M, B and W. He was a damn good one too. Over the last year and a half, he clocked more time in the law library than anyone else, including Melissa. His efforts weren't going unnoticed either. Rumour had it that the senior partners were talking about him, although certain people seemed to think that was a bad thing. In his opinion, the firm deserved all of his hard work. Especially, after what they had done for him. They had found him destitute and disbarred, unable to get a job in his chosen profession. They gave him his second chance, and for that, he was loyal.

There was only one thing that bothered Robert about working at M, B and W. It was the strange sounds that echoed through the building. Sometimes, late at night, he could almost think that he was hearing chanting and howling coming from the ventilation system. The sound gave him the shivers every time he heard it.

As Robert walked towards the table where Melissa was sitting, he glanced at the book she was puzzling over. He recognized it immediately. It was a tome from the eighteen hundreds on the topic of land ownership.

"Another native land dispute?" He asked.

"No, its' the same one," Melissa replied, looking up with a smile, "We're appealing to a higher court."

"Of course we are," he said, "And that means double checking all of our research. Especially the shit we made up."

She giggled in reply. They first met while they were simultaneously researching different land disputes. They were forced to share the same books. When instructions came down for her to invent something to help the case, he made it sound believable.

With the ice broken he sat down across from her, and they started chatting about office politics. He did his best to keep her laughing, looking for the right time to ask her out on a date. Just as he was starting to think the timing was right, she raised her arms above her head and stretched languidly. Her full perky breasts strained against the fabric of her blouse and Robert found himself openly staring at her chest. He quickly moved his gaze up to her face, but it was too late. She saw him staring at her breasts. To his utter surprise, she didn't look angry. Instead, she smiled and then leaned forward, revealing her spectacular cleavage. He was flabbergasted. She was flirting with him. He opened his mouth to ask her out to dinner, but he was interrupted.

"Ah, Robert," a voice said from behind him, "I knew I would find you in the library, hard at work, as always."

Robert jumped to his feet and spun around at the sound of his name. The man behind him was a full partner in the law firm. He was the boss of Robert's boss.

"Mister Donoley, I didn't hear you coming. I was just helping Melissa here with a case she's working on..."

"That's unimportant," his immaculately dressed superior said, cutting him off, "I'd like to speak with you in my office. Now."

"Certainly sir," Robert replied. It didn't sound like a request. Throughout their conversation Melissa didn't move, shamelessly displaying her cleavage to the both of them. Robert saw Mister Donoley look down her blouse and then up into her eyes.

"Melissa, I have a task for you as well," he said, "Why don't you meet us in my office once we're done?" This strange proposition was greeted with an even stranger reaction on Melissa's part. A moment's confusion showed on her face and then she lit up with joy.

Mister Donoley didn't give him a lot of opportunity to figure things out. When Robert looked up from Melissa's face he was already halfway across the room and Robert had to scramble to catch up. Following his superior through the library and out to the elevators, he tried his best to keep from shaking with nervousness. Mister Donoley cut an intimidating figure. He was a tall man, in his forties, in good shape and his suits looked like they were more expensive than Robert's car. Robert had never been summoned to a partner's office and he had no idea what to expect. They quietly rode the elevator together up to the sixteenth floor, stepped out, and walked past Mister Donoley's receptionist. His office door stood open and the sight greeting them inside made Roberts eyes bulge in fear.

Inside the office were three other people. Miss Carmella, the head of the research department, sat in a small chair near the door. She was his direct supervisor. Across from her, in a corner of the room, was a man Robert recognized as a contract lawyer. In the middle of the room was an older native man sitting on one of two comfortably padded chairs. There were a number of elder native men at M, B and W, but Robert didn't know exactly what they did. The clerical workers referred to them as 'shamen' because of their habit of wearing expensive suits with a prayer necklace instead of ties. Frozen in the doorway, Robert watched as Mister Donoley stepped into the office and sat down behind the desk. He gestured to the last remaining chair in the middle of the room.

"Please take a seat," he said.

Robert slowly walked into the room and sat down in the proffered chair. He felt like he was walking into an ambush. He had no idea what was going on. The only thing he had heard was that he caught the attention of the senior partners. There was an eerie silence in the room. Nobody was talking. They were all just staring at him. Suddenly, a shiver ran down his spine as he heard an eerie howling coming from the ventilation system.

"Before we get started, I'd like to ask you a couple of questions," Mister Donoley said.

"Ok, umm, I mean yes sir," Robert replied.

"Tell me about your family Robert. Do you have a wife and kids? How are your parents and siblings?"

"I'm not married sir, and I don't have any children or siblings. As for my parents, my mother has passed on and I never knew my father." As Robert finished answering, Mister Donoley glanced over at the lawyer who was sitting in the corner. A nearly imperceptible nod was the only reply.

"Good, good," Mister Donoley said, "Now my next question for you is whether or not you are loyal to the firm?"

Panic set in. What the hell kind of question was that? Robert frantically searched his mind for anything he had done to make them question his loyalty. He couldn't think of anything, but there were horror stories about corporate backstabbing. What were they investigating? What was he being accused of? They were all starring at him. He had to answer.

"Yes, I definitely consider myself to be loyal. M, B and W hired me when nobody else would touch me. I can't imagine working anywhere else. I've griped and complained to my co-workers occasionally about little things..."

"I'm not worried about a little bit of whining," Mister Donoley interrupted, waving his hand. He leaned forward, "Our firm doesn't have the best reputation, Robert. Does it bother you that you're working for a company that many people consider to be evil?"

Caught by surprise Robert answered without thinking. "No, it doesn't."

"What do you think? are we evil?"

"Umm," Robert was confused. The conversation seemed to be jumping around all over the place. Not knowing how to answer he stuck with the truth, "I honestly don't care."

Mr. Donoley smiled and nodded in approval. On his desk were a pair of beige file folders, he picked up one of them and opened it. "I have a note here that says you posed as an expert witness in the Sorayama case. Following the instructions of your supervisor you essentially lied under oath. Is that true?" he asked.

Robert slowly turned and looked at Miss Carmella. It had been her idea. One of the lawyers needed an expert witness to lie about the age of a document, and they were unable to find one. Using a fake name and documents supplied by the firm, Robert took the stand and lied through his teeth.

"I've been told not to talk about that case sir," Robert replied.

"Quite right, nor should you," Mister Donoley said, turning a couple of pages in the folder, "I have another note here that says you secured some ancient documents for us from the national archives. Anything you'd like to say about that?"

"No sir, there isn't," Robert replied.

Stealing the documents from the national archives had been easy. He had spent forty hours over three days at the archives. In the process the staff lost track of what documents he'd been working on, and more importantly what he had with him when he first came in. He simply walked out the front door with the only existing copy of the treaty. The copy he left behind was indistinguishable from the original, except for a few minor but important changes in the wording. Robert was really getting worried. He just didn't know where this conversation was going.

"Good! Now that we've proven that you're willing to lie, cheat, and steal for the firm I have one last important question. Is there anything you wouldn't be willing to do for the firm?" Mister Donoley asked with an intent look on his face.

The pieces fell into place. They were going to ask him to do something illegal and probably immoral. Lawyers and their melodrama, he barely avoided rolling his eyes.

"No sir, there isn't," he replied. Once again Mister Donoley looked over at the contract lawyer in the corner and received a small nod of approval. He then turned back to look at Robert.

"How would you react if I offered you a lifetime contract with the firm?" he asked. The lawyer in the corner cleared his throat as Robert's heart skipped a beat. Looking over at his counsel Mister Donoley raised a finger.

"My mistake," he said, "What I meant to say was a permanent contract with the firm." Robert had been wrong. They weren't going to ask him to do something illegal. They were questioning him to see if he was suitable as a long-term employee. They were going to reward his devotion to the company with a long-term contract. Lifetime or permanent, it sounded the same to him. Grinning from ear to ear he leapt at the opportunity.

"I would eagerly accept it," he said.

"That's good to hear." Mr. Donoley said, picking up the other file folder from his desk and handing it to Robert. Inside the folder was a thick employment contract.

"Take a couple of moments and read it over if you would like. The benefits are on page twelve," Mister Donoley said. From his tone of voice, it was clear that Robert shouldn't take too long reading it.

Flipping through the contract Robert didn't find anything overly strange in the first few pages. There were the standard requirements for loyalty and confidentiality with little spots below for his initials. A section on entertaining and serving clients left his duties vague and under the discretion of his supervisors, but that was to be expected considering the illegal activities they'd asked of him in the past. Another section, left to the discretion of his supervisors, was a requirement for maintaining a suitable appearance, but he wasn't worried about that. He would wear whatever they asked him to. A final section requiring him to agree to deference, etiquette, compliance, and acclimatization training came as a bit of a surprise. He had no idea what that meant, but it sounded pretty strange. Flipping the page he completely forgot about the odd wording. Printed prominently at the top of page twelve was his salary. It was a six-digit number. They were also offering full medical coverage, an expense account, and a wardrobe budget.

"Where do I sign?" he asked, unable to hide the eagerness in his voice.

Handing him a pen Mister Donoley pointed out each of the clauses he needed to initial and then told him to sign on the fifteenth page. Robert flipped to the last page. It was a little odd. There was a large empty space at the top of the page followed by the word Morrigan. This was followed by another large empty space followed by the word Baalhaddad. A third empty space followed by the word Wolfanimus completed the set. At the bottom of the page were two spaces for witnesses to sign, which had already been filled with the names William Donoley and Cassandra Carmella. At the bottom of the page was a blank line with an 'X' beside it.

Shrugging to himself, he put the pen on the final line and tried to sign. Something was wrong. There was some sort of waxy coating to the paper and the pen wouldn't mark it. Movement in his peripheral vision caused him to look up and he saw the native man beside him holding up a pen.

"Try this one." he said in a deep voice.

It was a fountain pen made from a dried material of some sort. Robert wasn't about to complain about the style of pen. For a moment, he thought he was in some sort of horrible dream where he would miss out on a great deal because of something as stupid as a malfunctioning pen. He thankfully took the pen and signed his name. The fountain pen had no difficulties with the waxy coating on the paper. As he lifted the pen a sharp pain shot through his fingers.

Robert looked down at his hand to see thorns sticking out the sides of the pen. He could have sworn that they weren't there a moment ago. Robert glanced up at the pens owner in time to see a predatory grin. Suddenly, a bright purple light burst from the page he had signed. He looked down and saw that the spaces that had previously been blank were now filled with strange glowing purple runes. Even more disturbingly, Robert could see a spot of blood on his signature. The thorns on the pen had caused him to bleed on the page.

Robert dropped the pen in shock. There was no rational explanation for why those runes had suddenly appeared on the page. In fear, he scrambled to his feet. He didn't believe in magic, but he couldn't think of a rational explanation for what just happened. A sudden wave of vertigo struck him as a feeling of pressure filled his skull. It grew stronger and stronger until the room began to spin, and he collapsed back into the chair. Unconsciousness claimed him, but not before he noticed an eerie howling coming from the ventilation system.

*****

Consciousness slowly returned. As if awakening from a deep sleep, Robert began to become aware again. Someone was kissing him on the mouth. It felt good. He began to kiss back, only to feel the other person pull away. Opening his eyes he was greeted by the face of Melissa, his co-worker. She was wearing a malicious grin on her face. He found himself lying on his back on a fainting couch in the employee lounge. Melissa was lying on top of him with her lower body on top of his and the weight of her upper body supported by her arms. The only things he could see were her face and her hair, but he could tell from the sensation of how their bodies were pressing together that they were both naked.

Something was wrong, deeply wrong, but in his sleepy state he couldn't put his finger on it. Melissa leaned down for another kiss and Robert closed his eyes, basking in the sensation. Pleasure literally radiated from his mouth as her soft lips caressed his. His arms instinctively wrapped around her.

Robert was elated to have the beautiful Melissa naked, and in his arms, even if he was a bit confused as to how he had managed it. His memory of what happened earlier in the day was still a little fuzzy. Melissa's hungry kisses rapidly chased away his sleepiness, but as they did the voice in the back of his head telling him something was wrong became more insistent. Robert's lips felt swollen and sensitive, strangely so did his nipples. Her tongue teased his lips open, and they pressed against each other, but as they did the feeling that something was wrong became stronger and stronger. He was aroused, he could feel a raging and swollen need building up, but he couldn't actually feel his manhood. With their lower bodies pressed together he should have been able to feel his member pressed between them or better yet inside of her, but he couldn't.

Opening his eyes didn't help, it only added to the confusion. All he could see was Melissa's face pressed to his as they kissed. The angle was wrong. From what he had seen of her cleavage, Melissa had spectacular breasts, and he could feel them pressing up against him. The problem was that he shouldn't have been able to. She was too far away. Robert moved his hands from behind her back in order to push her off him, but Melissa had other ideas.

As soon as his hands began to move, she stopped kissing his mouth and began kissing the side of his neck. Tingly pleasure shivered down his spine and he arched his back moaning in enjoyment. The sound of his own moan froze him in place. It wasn't his normal moan of pleasure. It sounded distinctly feminine. A shifting sensation from his chest forced him to look down as Melissa lifted her weight off him. Two mounds topped by large puffy nipples extended from his chest. He had breasts.

"What the hell?" he cried out scrambling up the couch and away from Melissa.

His voice sounded high pitched and distinctly feminine. He also couldn't help but notice a liquid jiggling sensation from his chest as he moved. As soon as he was out from under Melissa, he looked down at himself. A pair of large and perky breasts hung from his surprisingly hairless chest. They were tipped with pink and puffy nipples that tingled with sensitivity. In shock, he noticed that his entire body looked different. Long hairless legs, a flat stomach, wide hips, and a tiny patch of hair between his legs greeted his eyes. With a shaking hand he reached between his legs and felt for his manhood. The anatomy his fingers encountered had nothing to do with being a man. It was moist and swollen and felt far too familiar to his fingers. Not only did he have breasts, but he had a pussy to match.

With that realization, Robert became fully awake. His memory of the meeting in Mister Donoley's office and the contract he had signed snapped into crystal clarity. Robert didn't believe in magic, but the blood on the contract and the purple light coming from the runes combined with his now very female body could only mean one thing. They cast some sort of spell on him. As soon as that realization hit him, Robert noticed something else that was weird. He wasn't freaking out nearly enough. He would have thought that waking up in the body of a woman would leave him crazy with shock and fear, but he was barely feeling surprised. Melissa watched him with a look of expectation on her face.

"What's going on?" he asked calmly, in his new high pitched female voice.

"I guess they finally got the acclimatization part working properly," Melissa said with a frown of disappointment, "Do you want the long or short explanation?"