© January 2004 by Blondie.
This is a work of fiction, and is fantasy only. Names, characters, places and incidents are products of the author's imagination and are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
For ages 18 and older only.

Gloria Baxter was one day removed from her forty-third birthday.
She’d celebrated quietly, alone—always alone. That was how she preferred it. Companionship, especially of the romantic kind, held no appeal for her. The very idea of intimacy made her skin crawl. A man seeing her naked? Inconceivable.
No, she was perfectly content to concentrate on her career as the manager of Howell & Steinbach’s accounting firm.
On this ordinary Monday morning, she sat at her desk, sifting through a few papers that were stacked neatly in her inbox. Her routine rarely wavered, and she liked it that way. But today, something was off.
Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed a new icon on her computer desktop. It wasn't there on Friday. The tag underneath read “Personal.” Perplexed, she reached for her mouse.
* * * * *
Steve had been putting up with the overbearing, unreasonable Miss Baxter for over five years. He was underpaid and overworked, and not once had his supervisor shown any appreciation.
His last raise had come over two years ago—and it had been a measly two percent. He knew he deserved better. Another firm had made an offer, and he was seriously considering it.
But before walking away, Steve wanted more than a better salary.
He wanted revenge.
The final straw came the previous Friday.
First, she dismissed his request for a raise with barely a second thought. Then, as if to twist the knife, she dumped a last-minute project on his desk—demanding it be finished by Monday.
“If you weren’t so damn slow,” she had counseled, “You’d have finished and could go enjoy the weekend.”
Steve had to cancel a long-awaited getaway—one he’d been planning for months.
That night, as he sat alone at his desk, the decision was made. It was time. His plan would begin now.
A friend of his had told him about a piece of software designed to hypnotize users without their knowledge. Steve had been skeptical at the time, but his friend—someone he trusted implicitly—had sworn by its effectiveness.
That Friday night he stopped at his favorite software retailer and purchased the program. By Monday morning, the software was loaded and the trap set.
Before leaving work Friday evening, he’d taken one last step: He told the other CPAs and both secretaries to be sure they arrived early Monday morning so they could witness the humiliation of the hated Miss Baxter. “You’ll want a front-row seat,” he’d said. “She’s finally going to get what she deserves.”
The faces of all eight of them had lit up. None of them liked her. They would like nothing more than to see Miss Baxter get her comeuppance.
* * * * *
Steve Conrad, the senior CPA in the firm, occupied the cubicle closest to Miss Baxter’s office. He had breathed a sigh of relief when she entered the office that Monday morning and left her blinds open. It was crucial for his plan that he—and others—had a clear view into her office.
Everything was in place. He had spent the better part of Sunday in her office, installing the program on her computer, planting a hidden video camera in a strategic spot, and linking her speakers to a microphone wired to his own desk.
He watched intently as she reached for her mouse, his heart beginning to pound in anticipation.
His considerable savvy in electronics was about to bear fruit—in a big way.
* * * * *
Gloria Baxter clicked on the icon. Immediately soft music emanated from her computer speakers. An animated pendulum appeared on her screen. It swayed back and forth continuously and rhythmically, to the sound of a ‘tick-tock.’ Then a soothing voice, sounding remarkably like Steve Conrad, began speaking to her.
Good morning, Gloria. Please relax and keep your head still, while following the pendulum with your eyes.
Gloria looked out her window at her subordinate. Steve had anticipated this, and he appeared transfixed with his work.
Gloria turned back to her monitor, where the pendulum captivated her. She became mesmerized by it, and she found herself unable to look away.
You are getting sleepy, Gloria.
Indeed, after about a minute or two her eyes became quite heavy.
No need to fight it, Gloria. Let your eyes close, slowly.
Gloria’s eyes closed.
That’s right, Gloria, you are now entering a deep, peaceful sleep. Let go. Relax. Enjoy the inner peace.
It took only another minute before Gloria clearly was in a very deep sleep. Steve turned off his microphone and called out to his co-workers.
“All right gang, it’s show time. Everybody over here!”
Within a few seconds, six women and three men were staring through Miss Baxter’s window. Eight of them were confused at the sight of her sitting at her desk, fast asleep.
Steve picked up the microphone and turned it on.
Okay now, Gloria. When I count to three, you will be wide awake. When you awaken, you will receive your instructions. You will, without fail, follow every instruction, exactly as given.
Steve paused, giving the hypnotic suggestions time to become ingrained in her mind
Ready? Here we go. One...two...three.
Gloria opened her eyes.
All right now, Gloria, the first thing I’d like you do is to remove your shoes.
Gloria reached down and removed her two-inch black pumps, placing them neatly on the floor next to her desk. Steve looked at his fellow workers and smiled, as they had collectively dropped their jaws in amazement.
Very good, Gloria. Now I’d like you to stand up, walk over to the center of your office and face the window to the outer office. When you see the faces watching you, you will smile at them.
Gloria complied instantly. As she faced the outer office, her gaze met the expectant faces. At first a couple of the spectators retracted, but their apprehension eased when their subject smiled broadly at them.
Excellent, Gloria. Now I’d like you to remove your blouse and toss it to the side.
The wide-eyed audience gasped in unison. Until now, none of them had seen so much as a glimpse of their supervisor's skin beyond her hands and face. Gloria was wearing a long-sleeved white blouse, buttoned to the throat. Without a word, she began undoing it, one button at a time, slowly working her way down.
She tugged the blouse free from the waistband of her crisply pressed black slacks and let it fall to the floor beside her.
Her substantial breasts filled her white, Maidenform bra—size 38DD, if Steve’s guessing was right. He grinned, then glanced at his colleagues. Their expressions ranged from stunned disbelief to absolute delight.
That’s nice, Gloria. You can let your hair down. Let if flow down your back.
Gloria reached up and released the pins that held her brownish hair in a bun on the back of her head. Her long, flowing hair tumbled loose, cascading down her back. Steve’s eyebrows lifted in surprise. He had never considered Miss Baxter in a sexual light. But now, seeing her like this, he had to admit...she looked unexpectedly attractive.
You can remove your slacks now, Gloria.
Gloria unbuttoned her slacks and stepped out of them, dropping them neatly beside her blouse. Now she stood in white cotton panties, a matching bra, and black nylon knee socks.
The socks had to go.
Please remove your socks, Gloria.
Without a word, she bent at the waist and peeled them off, one by one, adding them to the small pile of clothing at her feet. Steve looked closely at her naked legs. Some cellulite, yes, but all in all not bad for a middle-aged woman.
Clasp your arms behind your head and turn slowly...all the way around.
The underwear-clad woman complied, to the entertainment of her audience and for the eye of the video camera above the window.
Well done, Gloria. You can remove your bra now.
Steve noticed a sight hesitation and wondered if the hypnosis was powerful enough to withstand this latest instruction.
Indeed, Gloria reached behind her, unfastened the clasp, and slipped the bra off, letting it fall to the floor.
Steve took notice that her breasts sagged somewhat, but again, she was in remarkable shape for a forty-three-year-old woman. He felt himself becoming erect, both at his position of control and at her near-naked body.
He cast a glance at his colleagues. The looks on their faces confirmed what he expected: They were every bit as captivated as he was.
Now, let’s get those panties off, Gloria.
This time, there was no hesitation. Gloria slipped her fingers inside the waistband and slid her panties down and off, to everyone’s utter incredulity.
Steve let her stand naked before them for some time, fully exposed under the fluorescents. He looked at her slightly trimmed bush and realized that he had a full-blown erection.
Do a 360 for us, Gloria. Slowly.
She did, rotating in place with arms at her sides, in perfect rhythm. Then Steve spoke again.
In a moment, you’ll hear music. When it starts, I want you to move with it—feel it. Just let yourself go. Feel the rhythm and the beat and let it carry you. You are a great dancer, Gloria. Remember, you are a great dancer.
He returned to his desk, picked up the microphone, and set it before a boom box. A button clicked, and a burst of pulsing samba filled the room—fast and festive.
The group watched in awestruck wonder as the naked Gloria began moving her body to the beat. Gradually, as she warmed up, her movements grew bolder, while the camera, equipped with a motion sensor, followed her around the room.
As the beat quickened, so did her movement. She danced suggestively, writhing seductively. At one point she clasped her hands behind her head and gyrated her hips, drawing gasps from the spectators clustered at the glass. She raised her hands high in the air and made a full circle around her office, pumping her arms and shaking hips wildly throughout.
When the song ended, she stopped in the middle of her office, out of breath. Beads of sweat poured from her face and chest.
For a few seconds, no one moved. Steve stood frozen, captivated—barely able to comprehend what he had just orchestrated. When he finally found his voice, he spoke again.
That was unfuck…that was excellent, Gloria. In fact, it was so good, I think you should reward yourself. Why don’t you start by fondling your breasts.
“Oh God, this is too much!” Steve heard one of the secretaries whisper excitedly.
Gloria’s hands moved to her chest, brushing over the sheen of sweat that coated her skin. She slowly caressed her breasts, her fingers tracing in circles. When her nipples gradually stiffened from the attention, she took each one between her fingers and gently massaged them. One hand started lowering down her body, inching toward her obvious objective.
Uh-uh-uh, Gloria. I’ve got something even better for you. Go to your lower right-hand drawer and pull out what I left there for you.
The eroticized Gloria bent down and opened the drawer, providing another lusty view for her audience. She pulled out an eight-inch dildo. It flattened at the bottom, so it could stand up on its own.
Now, Gloria, I’d like you to place your monitor on the floor, then push everything off your desk and kneel up there on all fours, facing the window.
Without hesitation, Gloria lifted her monitor and set it gently on the floor. Then, with two swift sweeps of her arms, she sent papers, pens, and office supplies scattering to the floor. A moment later, she awkwardly climbed up onto the desk and positioned herself on her hands and knees, her head angled toward the window.
Good girl. Now I’d like you to place your dildo down in front of you. Then I want you to start caressing it with your tongue.
Gloria placed the dildo in front of her and leaned down. She ran her tongue around the head of the fake penis, then licked the shaft up and down.
The group gathered at the window was riveted. Behind her desk, mounted on the wall, hung a large mirror. The reflection it cast served to double the view for the spellbound audience. From their vantage point, they could see everything—the full display of her female charms as she bent forward from her waist. The camera, too, caught it all perfectly.
Very nice, Gloria. Now start sucking on it. Take it in your mouth and suck on it.
Gloria put about two or three inches of the dildo in her mouth and moved her head up and down.
Faster, Gloria, and try to take it all in—down your throat if you have to. Act like you’re enjoying yourself. Pretend you’re pleasing a man who’s aching for you—who wants you desperately. Show us what that looks like.
Gloria thrust a few more inches in her mouth and increased the speed of her motion. She furiously moved her head up and down, while her saliva dripped down to her desk.
Steve let her continue for a few minutes before giving his next instructions.
That was wonderful, Gloria. Now I’d like you to sit up, while remaining on your knees. That’s good. Now put the dildo behind you. Excellent. Now if you reach over to your middle drawer you’ll find some very strong masking tape. Take that out and tape your new toy to your desktop, to stabilize it.
Gloria followed the instructions while the audience looked on in fascination.
Good. Now remain on your knees, but lift up enough so you can sit back down on the dildo. I’ll bet you’re lubricated enough, so it should go in pretty easily. Yes, just like that. Excellent, Gloria. Lower all the way down. That’s it. Now start pumping your—oh yeah, you know what to do. Keep going, Gloria. Fuck that dildo like there's no tomorrow.
Gloria was putting on a show—one that began with slow, deliberate movements, but quickly escalated. Her hips began to thrust with rising intensity, one hand playing with her clitoris, while the other teased and massaged her breasts. As Gloria’s arousal intensified, so did the pace of her movements—her hips driving faster, until she was working herself into a full, uninhibited sexual frenzy.
The view from the window was mesmerizing—not just the full-frontal display, but the mirrored reflection behind her, where Gloria’s bare ass bounced rhythmically atop the desk. The double perspective left little to the imagination.
For the first time since her hypnosis began, her audience heard her voice.
“Ooh,” she cooed, breathless. “Aah.”
Her body writhed as she became more and more aroused. “Oh, my…oh...oh my!” She flung her head back, mouth open wide. Her voice grew louder and the dildo thrusts became more ferocious. A deep flush spread across her pale skin as she cried out, her body overtaken by an orgasm more intense than any she’d ever known—screaming at the top of her lungs.
“Oh! Oh! Oh, God! Oh, God! Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! Ohhhhhhhh!”
Then, spent and gasping, she slumped to the desk on her hands and knees, chest heaving, hair damp with sweat and clinging to her flushed face.
The room was silent.
For over fifteen minutes, Gloria was in the throes of sexual delight—and now, her trembling frame rested motionless on all fours.
At last, someone whispered, “Wow.”
The single word snapped Steve out of his trance. He reached for the microphone and raised it to his lips.
That was…that was…unreal, Gloria. You’ve really outdone yourself. Okay, go ahead and clean up the mess and put everything back on your desk, just the way it was before. Then you can get dressed. Don’t forget to fix your hair the way you had it—and you might want to touch up your makeup a bit, too.
It took Gloria a few minutes to carry out the final instructions. When she finished, she was seated at her desk, her breathing nearly steady again. Steve’s voice returned to her through the speaker.
Now I’d like you to close your eyes, Gloria, and don’t open them until I say so.
She obeyed, eyelids closing shut. Quietly, Steve entered her office. He moved swiftly, using her mouse to locate and erase the hypnosis program from her computer. Then, as silently as he’d come in, he backed out and returned to his desk, lifting the microphone once more.
Okay, Gloria. I’m going to count to three. When I reach three, you’ll open your eyes—and you won’t remember anything that’s happened since the last time I counted to three.
He paused, letting the command settle.
He motioned for the rest of the group to return to their desks. One by one, they drifted away, still thunderstruck by what they had just witnessed.
Steve settled back into his chair and picked up the microphone one final time.
One...two...three.
Her awareness returned slowly—first the hum of the lights, then the papers on her desk, then the vague sense that something wasn’t quite right. She glanced around her office. Outside the glass, Steve sat at his desk, seemingly focused on his work.
But something was off.
She felt a strange, unfamiliar ache in her loins, something she had never quite felt before. There was a damp warmth between her legs. Her brows furrowed.
“What in the hell is going on?” she said aloud.
Her eyes flicked to the monitor. The icon—the one labeled “Personal”—was gone. She remembered clicking it...didn’t she? She scanned the screen again. Nothing.
Flustered, she looked at the clock.
“Oh my God—it’s after nine! What have I been doing for the last hour?”
* * * * *
Gloria spent the rest of the week in a fog of confusion, haunted by blank spaces in her memory and a nagging sense that something was terribly wrong. It wasn’t until the following Monday that she would discover the horrifying truth.
* * * * *
Steve Conrad had a most enjoyable week.
The moment Gloria left that Monday evening, he retrieved the hidden camera from her office and rushed home. There, he eagerly reviewed the footage—watching Miss Baxter, naked and writhing seductively across her desk, in every detail. The viewing left him breathless, culminating in his own private release.
He waited for the right moment to put the incriminating footage to use. When Miss Baxter again asked him to work through the weekend, he knew it was time.
* * * * *
Gloria arrived at her office promptly at 8:00 a.m. the following Monday. This time, she closed the blinds.
She had told herself she was done obsessing. She would put the strange, forgotten hour behind her and move on. But as she sat down at her desk, her blood ran cold.
There it was again. The icon. “Personal.”
“What the…”
Her hand trembled slightly as she moved the mouse and double-clicked. Within seconds, a video began playing on her monitor. There were no sound effects, but the video was enough to make Gloria Baxter want to vomit.
Gloria’s eyes widened in horror as she saw herself on the screen, standing in the middle of her office, slowly unbuttoning her blouse.
“Oh my God!” she said aloud.
As she watched in horror, the woman in the video proceeded to strip totally naked and dance wildly around the office, lost in her performance.
Gloria watched, unable to look away, nausea rising in her throat.
Eventually the naked woman in the video was on all fours on her desk, licking and sucking on a dildo.
“Oh, dear God, help me,” she moaned.
Then she saw the mirror.
In the background—reflected behind her—were the faces of her entire team, pressed against the glass, watching and grinning.
The woman watching the video screamed at the top of her lungs.
Her office door burst open.
“Is everything all right, Miss Baxter?” Steve’s voice was calm.
“GET OUT! GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY OFFICE!” she screamed at him, her face as flush as the woman in the video.
Steve didn’t flinch. “Whatever you say, Miss Baxter.”
He closed the door quietly behind him.
It would be the last time anyone saw her in that office.
* * * * *
Epilogue
Gloria Baxter didn’t emerge from her office that day until Steve and his co-workers had all gone home.
The next morning, Steve arrived early, only to be met by one of the firm’s partners.
“Good morning, Mr. Conrad,” said Mr. Steinbach. "I have some unexpected news. It appears that Miss Baxter has resigned from the firm. She sounded terribly distraught on the phone. Crying uncontrollably. I haven’t the faintest idea what happened.”
“I’m sorry to hear that, sir,” Steve lied.
“Yes...well, we’re in need of an immediate replacement. You’ve been doing a fine job for us all these years. Would you be interested in filling her position? It will be more responsibility, but your salary will almost double. I do hope you’ll consider the opportunity.”
It was all Steve could do to keep from jumping up and down with glee.
“I’d be honored, Mr. Steinbach. I accept.”
“Excellent,” the man said, shaking his hand. "Please make yourself at home in your new office."
Steve turned toward Gloria’s former office, smiling as he considered what transpired in there just the week before.
* * * * *
That night, Steve Conrad sat comfortably at home in his easy chair, a scotch in one hand. On the table beside him sat a CD labeled "Gloria Baxter."
He slipped it into his laptop.
As the images came to life and his fingers worked at his belt, he smiled and made a mental note to track down the lady in the video. He had some wonderful plans for her.
End