Nikki looked up at the skyscraper that towered over her and let out a slow breath. Up on the fourteenth floor would be her new job for a month, getting all the info she could about a small company called Beakly Incorporated Media.
Across the street her real job waited, the Daily Bugle. It was the number one newspaper in the region, she its junior reporter. That’s how she got stuck with the assignment.
Not much was known about BIM, but if the rumors were true, they were doing some shady things involving hypnotism. People who had went in and came out (and were willing to whistleblow) said they were using hypnosis and other forms of mind control to trick people into watching their product. Therein lied the problem.
Through countless hours of research, Nikki couldn’t find one bit of media that BIM actually produced. Yet according to their quarterly reports, they were already turning a profit.
Nikki considered herself an intelligent woman. She was 24, just out of college and her writing was good enough to catch the eye of the Bugle. Investigative reporting was the dream. She could feel like a detective, but wouldn’t be stuck with the same basic assignments.
Yet here she stood, paralyzed outside of the tallest tower in the city. Something felt off, but she finally managed to force herself forward. She checked in with the front desk clerk, told him where she was going to an amused grin and made her way to the elevatots.
She pushed the button for fourteen, and tried to feel comfortable in her casual business skirt and dress shirt. The reflection of the elevator showed that it hugged her form in all the right ways while still leaving plenty to the imagination.
She swept her black bangs to the side and adjusted her glasses. The elevator dinged and the doors opened to an empty hall with a blank wall and a single door. She stepped out and read the small placard that told her she was in the right place.
Entering the small room, she was greeted with beige walls and a woman sitting on the other side of a window.
“Can I help you?”
“Um, yes. Nikki Johnson,” she said, giving her fake last name. “I’m starting today.”
The woman, a blonde in her low thirties stood, her neckline plunging down. She giggled and jumped.
“I’m so glad you showed. I didn’t want to sit here all day and play pretend. Come in.” She hit a button and one of the beige walls popped inward. Nikki pushed it the rest of the way and was greeted with a lot of bright colors.
Across the entirety of the large fourteenth floor, there were several women, some even dressed, doing various sex acts on guys. Nikki’s heart leapt, and she was ready to back out, but the blonde grabbed her arm.
“So, quick orientation. You’ll be our new beauty oral girl. BO for short. Whenever one of the guys comes in and wants his dick sucked, you’ll rotate shifts with the others. Within the next few weeks, we’ll cross train you in other areas, and if you’re lucky, you might get picked for programming.”
She pulled Nikki along, out of what could only be called the orgy room, and into a small conference room. There were posters of cocks entering various orifices on all the walls. The blonde grabbed a remote, clicking a button that dropped a flat television from the ceiling. She clicked another button, and a video started playing.
A fit man with graying hair and a smart suit came into frame, smiling.
“Hello, and thank you for joining Beakly Incorportated Media. I’m Tom Beakly, founder and CEO. As a new member of our family, let me be the first to welcome you as a Beauty Oral professional. As one of the BIM BOs working for the company, you’re contribution is incredibly vital.
“So, what do we do here? Well, you see…” Tom Beakly continued talking, but Nikki’s mind drifted. She kept looking at each poster, wishing the holes the cocks were going into belonged to her. She grabbed the buttons of her shirt and tore it off, exposing her black bra to the blonde, who smirked.
As the video continued, the blonde pulled her out of the chair, and bent her over the desk. She slapped her ass, causing Nikki to yell out in pleasure, then yanked her skirt and panties down.
“Now, what else does BIM have on the table?” Tom Beakly said from somewhere.
Nikki felt herself climbing up on to the table, then staying on all fours. The blonde had pulled a large dildo from somewhere, sticking it into Nikki’s now shaking body. Her nipples pressed against the fabric of her bra, and she reached back to unhook it, freeing her tits from submission.
The blonde shoved the toy into her, over and over as the CEO droned on. Nikki came, her arms giving out as she fell forward to the table. The dildo slowly pulled out of her and she shook on its exit.
“And that’s that,” Tom Beakly said. “So I hope you enjoy working here, and I can’t wait to see you thrive.”
The video clicked off and Nikki snapped to, suddenly aware that she was laying naked on the table, a puddle under her thighs.
“What was that?” Nikki said.
“Just a little incentive. Since you watched the video, your mind has a trigger word. When hearing it, you’ll become a fuck doll for whoever said it until they release you from the hold. Now, let’s meet your first client.”
Nikki didn’t know what to say, so she slowly got off the table. The blonde handed her a pile of fabric, “Your uniform.”
Nikki slipped on the thin boy shorts that caused the bottom of her ass to poke out and the too small halter that showed off her large breasts.
The blonde opened the door back into the orgy pit, “After you.”
*Only thirty days. Thirty days for the story of a lifetime* she thought.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/x50prc/undercover_report_hypnodildodubconpart_1cfnf
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