Going Up
This is for Corrupted Caps (one of my favourite writers) as a competition reward on my Discord.
On paper they both had an equal chance of getting into Middle Leadership, but the sad fact was - Lottie had already given up hope. Sarah was prettier, smarter, more driven than her. Also Lottie was a lot more submissive. She felt too awkward going against her friend and had nearly convinced herself to drop out of the interview process.
Ironically it was Sarah that had convinced her to stay in the running. Her friend had such a confident easy manner and seemed to relish the challenge, not seeing it in a bad light at all. Lottie was already wondering what kind of boss she'd make and hoping it wouldn't be too awkward working under her.
At least Sarah would be kinder than Ms Havelock her current boss. Jeanie Havelock was a total bitch. You could usually smell her coming from the waft of expensive Chanel perfume that seemed to move in front of her. Then you'd hear the click of designer heels and the most feared woman in the company would come into view... her tight tanned body squeezed into expensive lingerie, sexy business dress and dripping with diamonds. She always wore her impossibly sexy hair in a tight ponytail - that hair almost seemed to have a life of its own. It was the envy of everyone.
She ignored both junior woman- they were nothing to her. Conversely, Jeanie Havelock was everything both girls aspired to be... yet secretly feared they would become. Rich, cruel, sexy, powerful.... she was a Goddess. But at what cost?
Lottie visibly relaxed as the doors opened and Ms Havelock stepped out. She was anxious enough without being in an elevator with the uber-bitch. She waited for the doors to close.
Then it happened.
Jeanie cursed as she dropped her expensive pen and bending down to pick it up, she failed to notice the doors were closing behind her. With a clunk they shut... trapping her pony tail and she screamed as the elevator ascended.
Yet... instead of ripping and pulling Havelock up... the hair just seemed to detach and as Sarah pushed the emergency button and the doors reopened... the ponytail now lay discarded at the door.
A strange woman in a too tight business suit now lay on the floor. Average looking in everyway, it took Lottie a moment to realise it was Jeanie Havelock. Somehow she had... changed... when the ponytail came loose.
Sarah rushed to the woman's aid... she was clearly unconscious. As always Sarah was reacting faster... better... doing the right things. Lottie was nothing by comparison.
Your friend is soooo much better than you. You'll never get that job. Not unless you do something about it. Come pick me up you naive little slut... take me quick.
Lottie could swear a strange voice was whispering in her head- was she going mad? If seemed to be coming from the floor and glancing down she saw the ponytail.
Yessss hurry... take me quick.
Wanting to make herself useful - Lottie walked over and picked up the severed ponytail. It still felt alive and throbbed in her hands.
I'm done with Havelock - I want you now. I want to make you even more wicked than she was. I want to help you get everything you ever wanted. Put me in you hair... let me corrupt you. Hurry before Sarah stops you.
The ends seemed to flex like they were seeking to latch onto something and obeying the voice, Lottie lifted it to her head and pushed it into her hair.
She gasped as she felt the ponytail hungrily attach itself and a throb of pleasure pulse through her body.
Good girl... though ironically no one is ever going to call you that again. Now let's make you better. Give yourself to your evil side. It's time for an upgrade.
Lottie fell backwards into the elevator, writhing and moaning as dark magic pulsed through her body. The ponytails colouration streamed through her own hair, till it was all one colour. Her loins burned and her breasts ached with delicious power as long nails sprang from her hands and her face became more and more beautiful.
Lottie is gone. You are Charlotte now. You're smarter, crueler, more manipulative. You don't care about anyone else... you are the boss and all others must serve.
Charlotte groaned, her red lips curving into a smile of evil pleasure as she let the wicked words soak into her soul. Yesssss, being a heartless evil bitch felt good. Nothing would hold her back anymore. Nothing...
Charlotte grew taller and slimmer, her breasts got bigger and her hips cracked out. She was now stunningly beautiful and her drab business clothing transformed to something a CEO would wear rather than a lowly junior.
Perfect sculpted eyebrows rose in glee as Charlotte adjusted her stance- a natural dominating confidence oozing out of every pore of her being. She tossed back her tied back hair, her ponytail whipping into position and she sneered down at Sarah who hadn't noticed the transformation and was still trying to help the unconscious woman on the floor.
She is nothing now. You are superior. You are the Goddess you always wanted to be. Your heart is evil, your tight pussy wet with desire. You will take, corrupt and destroy. Become the evil office Queen you long to be. Let my power guide you. You are my host now.
"Yessssss," hissed Charlotte stroking her new ponytail lovingly and forcing whatever remained of Lottie's pathetic personality into oblivion. "I love what I've become."
Stabbing the button for the next floor with a manicured nail, Charlotte grinned as the doors closed and she managed to catch a glimpse of Sarah's startled face.
"Stupid bitch," laughed Charlotte. "Now she'll be late for her interview. Not that it would make any difference. No one can compete with me..."
*********************
Charlotte smirked as her minions and thralls cowered in their stalls as she passed.
They looked tired, dark eyed and fatigued... but all of them were too scared of her to complain about the unpaid overtime she was forcing them to take. They still remembered what she had done to the union rep in the office.
Since she had taken over she had been promoted three more times... especially since productivity had risen by 300%. A mixture of fear and lustful worship made her employees particularly effective.
At the end of the hall was the tiny cubicle reserved for the worst job in the whole company. The complaints department. Inside the cubicle sat a miserable looking Sarah. She had aged visibly and looked like a broken woman.
Charlotte didn't even pay her any attention - Sarah meant nothing to her now. She was instead too busy thinking about the stud she was meeting for dinner tonight and the hot sex they'd have in her penthouse apartment. She couldn't wait for him to pick her up and fuck her against the window like last time. It was so much fun being rich, sexy and powerful.
She ran her fingers through her silky black hair... she liked to wear it loose... ponytails were just too risky. She wouldn't want anything or anyone to pull her hair - she was staying this way forever now.
Charlotte had gone up in the world... and she had no intention of going back down.
Love this one.
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