The Puppet CEO (MagnusbyCraft x Deliliah)

Casandra Church is the current CEO of Church Acquisitions. Her father had started the company back in the seventies and was known for buying weakened companies, breaking them apart and selling them for their commodities, results and patents... It made him extremely wealthy. Cassandra went to work for him as a consultant after college and he groomed her for replacing him. When her father passed away, his lessons had passed to him, and the board of directors named her as the successor. For the past few years, she changed the way the company worked, instead of selling so much, she kept the important parts to her own company, patents research, sometimes labs, and keeping it under the umbrella of Church Acquisitions...

She recently acquired a smaller asset, but had potential for large profit. They had a few patents that had been keeping the company afloat for a few years, but the CEO was dumping piles of cash into a back project for military applications. For five consecutive quarters he said he was on the verge of a break-thru to his investors and board of directors, but it never paid off, their patience grew weary... But the patents' profits were not matching the research investments, and the company was ripe for a buy out. Church Acquisitions jumped in.

Two weeks later, Casandra was informed the old CEO was still operation out of his office... Well her office now, technically. Being in the city on business she decided to take care of this herself, first tactfully if she could in a private meeting, but if that didn't work out, she could have security remove him and any of his loyal followers out.

Her helicopter landed on the roof, and she had her own head of security lead her to the CEO. When she got there she was clearly annoyed by three blond women who seemed very distracted sat outside their office buffing their nails, playing with makeup, or playing with their cellphones... “Well I guess see why he's hemorrhaging money...

Walking up to the ditz, “Be a good little darling, and let your boss know Casandra Church is here.” She was being polite asking for an audience, but if things didn't go well in the next 60 seconds, her head of security would knock the door down, and he would be removed kicking and screaming.

Cindi was not the type of women you would imagine working at an advanced research company. She had long blond hair, deep blue eyes, dark tan skin, and big Angelina Jolie lips. Her body looked like it would be better built for porn or modeling, her breasts were the size of watermelon yet impossibly perky riding high on her chest, creating a vally of mouthwatering cleavage. Her waits was small but her hips and ass were wide and thick, giving her a perfect hourglass figure. Looking at her no one would be able to tell that just a week ago she tomboyish MIT graduate and one of the head research scientist here....or at least she was. After her "treatment" she was better suited as a secretary than a scientist and even that was challenging for her.

Cindi was too busy taking a selfie, trying to find the perfect angel to show off her deep cleavage to notice the parade of people walking into the office. It wasn't until Cassandra was at the desk when she finally noticed. She put her cell phone on the desk and turned to greet her. Cindi's blue eyes roamed up and down Cassandra and a twinge of sadness crossing her face. "Like Oh no, no one will want to fuck her dressed like that. She's like not even displaying her tits. And like that hair, omg no. She is gonna need a complete makeover. Hopefully Doctor Martin can like help her, like he did me." She thought to her self. Out loud she said. "Like OMG you're that boss lady Dr. Martin was telling us about! He's gonna be like so excited that your here! Like BRB I'll go let him know."

Cindi stood up and straightened her outfit. She was wearing a white dress shirt that was tied in a knot just under her breasts, showing off her flat tummy. The shirt its self had almost all of the buttons undone, displaying her cleavage perfectly, it was clear that she didn't have a bra on. Her skirt was short and black, tightly stretched across her thick ass. If she were to bend over, whoever looking would get wuite an eye full. Her legs were encased in white fishnet stockings, her skirt not being able to hide the tops of them. Finally she wore 6in black stiletto heels that made a distinct sound as she walked. She turned and mince away from Cassandra and her security, shaking her ass with every steep.

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Cindi had lightly knocked on the door, not wanting to damage one of her perfectly painted nails. After a few moments she herd a tired sounding "come in" from the other side of the door. When she opened the door her heart did a flip when she seen Brandon. Even in his disheveled state, she still found him the hottest man alive. His short brown hair with a touch of gray on the sides. His eyes were almost as blue as hers. Even in its the disheveled state, she couldn't help but notice the way his black suit hugged his strong body. She hated seeing him like this, over worked and stressed out. She wanted to nothing more than to go over and give him a nice long blowjob and make him feel better.

Brandon stared sleepily at Cindi, his massive cock stiring just by looking at her. He had ened up staying up all night doing some final calculations on on his project. He had finally done it, he was finally ready to show his formula. After years or research and billions of dollars it was finally ready. Yes it had a few kinks to work out. Like that fact that if you give it to women they end up like Cindi. Or that if you give it to men without the balancing agent you end up like Dani another blond in the front office. He was once a man but because of the formula is now a busty bimbo evey bit as female as Cindi. But if you gave it to a male with the balancing agent then you became like him. Brandon Martin was 68 years old before he took the formula, now he had body of a 28 year old if his calculations were correct. The only thing showing his age was the hint of gray in his hair. Not only did it make him younger, but it made him stronger as well. He wasn't superhuman or anything like that, but he had always been week but now his body actually had mucles. The last noticeable change the formula had was that it had made his cock much bigger than before, and increase his stamina 100 fold. He had a few night this week alone plowing Britni, Cindi, and Dani his 3 secretaries and test subjects into oblivion.

Brandon's cool blue eyes met Cindis as his deep voice spoke. "Yes my dear, what did you need?" Cindi bit her lip as she rubbed her legs together, his voice driving her insane with lust. She had to focus to remember why she was here. "Oh...ummmm like Cas...Sandi Church is here to like see you." Brandon perked up, Cassandra Church was a powerful CEO and legendary ball buster. He knew that she had been circling his company for sometime, but with his formula finally ready to be shown, he knew he would restore faith in his investors. Unfortunately for him, he had been so consumed the last few weeks with the final preparations, he had no clue that his company had already fallen into her hands. "Brandon smiled at Cindi, her legs visibly starting to wobble and give way. It was another effect of the formula, Cindi and the others had seemed to imprint on him, causing them to become hopelessly devoted to him, craving his affection and attention. "Please send her in." Cindi let out a small moan as she used the door to keep her standing. "Yes sir."

On shaky legs she makes her way back to the front office, practically collapsing back into her chair. She looked up and smiled at Cassandra, in her high brethy voice she said. "DR. Martin will see you, like just head stright back. His door is open and hes like totally ready for you." She turned her eyes from Cassandra to the security team she brought with her, she looked like a ravenous wolf. They weren't Brandon she thought, but they would do. She needed to be fucked right now. The other two blonds seen the look and smiled knowingly, they knew fun was about to ensue.

She had a very stron reason why she felt he had lost his company, she wondered how much money he had spent on his secretarial pool... Clearly with the size of their breasts and flawless appearances.. the old man was clearly trying to impress some young girls... she shook her head. But then the secretary came back and said he was waiting...

"Thank You.." She said politely and nodded to the head of security that the team could wait behind. The hallway was narrow, her heels echoed quite loudly as she walked to the CEO's office. She entered, "Hello, I believe you are sitting in my chair." She said as she walked up to the desk. its not that she ever really intended to claim the office or the chair, but she did have to make a point. She paused when she got closer to him, he clearly wasn't the geriatric she was expecting, but clearly had a matching appearance, "Better question, why are you here, and not your father?"

When Cindi left Brandon began to make him self more presentable, tiring to straighten his wrinkled suit, brushing his disheveled hair, and and wiping the sleep from his eyes. When she finally entered the room, he went from being a hot mess, to a regular mess. His eyes traced up and down her body, taking it all in. He had to admit that by normal standards she was quite beautiful, even with her trying to be in ruthless CEO mode. But after the time he spent with Cindi, Britni, and Dani he had become dismissive of looks of most other women.

He rose to greet her, ignoring her comment about it being her seat. *"She's probably just trying to intimidated me."* He thought to him self, completely unaware of the reality of this situation. If the fact that she has already bought his company. Instead he had decided to focus on her other comments about asking where his father was. *"Of course you idiot, she doesn't relize I'm me. Hummmmm I better just go with it, I don't want her knowing too much before I secure my investors."*

He held his hand out to shake her "Ah the legendary Cassandra Church. The pictures of you do not do you justice, you are far more beautiful in person. My name Is Brandon James Martin the 2nd. My father cannot be disturbed at the moment, hes fishing up his latest project. Trust me when I say I speak with the full weight and authority of his position as owner and CEO of this company. As for this being your chair well lets not be too hasty. I know you've been after my.....fathers company for years, well let me assure you it won't happen. After the breakthrough my father made, his company will be secured for generations to come." Brandon sat back down in "his" chair. But if you like you can take a seat, and we can discuss you becoming an investor. I assure you, you will want to be on the ground floor for this one." He leaned back in his chair and smiled at her, his face a mix of confidence and arrogance.

Casandra listened to hm prattle on for a bit, "Mr. Martin..." She closed her eyes. "I think you might actually be at a disadvantage here... Maybe its all the bimbos out in your secretarial pool not doing what a good secretary should be doing... Keeping their boss informed of current events and critical information... But Nearly four weeks ago your board of directors, reached an agreement with mine, and your company was purchased, and you were fired as CEO. Your father's company is no longer his, it belongs to my company. This building is mine. The security are on my payroll. And please don't get me wrong, I'm not opposed to keeping your father on in an R&D capacity, your father is a bit of a legend, but you will be under a bit of a financial constraint. And to be clear whatever break through he has made, I am on the ground floor of, becasue if you made it with company resources, the research and patent rights are owned by me."

She stood up and started walking to the door, "I have a couple phone calls to make, I'll give you twenty minutes or so to review your pone messages or emails or whatever you have... And then we can discuss whether you or your father will remain in any capacity, or if my men here will have to remove you... by force..." With that she left his office and started talking on the phone...

The smile on Brandon's face slowly faded as she spoke. He wanted to protest and deny it, but the way she spoke with such confidence kept him quiet. No one could bluff like that he thought, there would have to be some semblance of truth in her words. He had been so consumed with his breakthrough on his formula that he had practically put him self in exile, going off the grid.

When she left the room his hands flew to his computer and turned it on, almost immediately he herd the familiar ding his computer made to alert him that he had mail. He quickly started to scan through each one, his anger growing by the minute. It was all true, his investors had abandoned him, selling out to that smug bitch. "No, no, no, they can't do this to me! Do they have any idea what I had to do to make this company successful! What I had to sacrifice!" He slammed his had down on the desk, his new body could withstand that pain. His old body would of no doubt hurt its self.

As he thought about his new body, it reminded him of his formula and what the bitch had said. "She thinks she can just stroll in here and steal my lifes work? Take credit fo all of the sleepless nights he spent working on it. No he would sooner die than be a footnote in the new age he was about to usher in. His rage was at a boiling point when an idea hit him. "Of course...it's so obvious. If this bitch wanted my life's work then she would get it." He said internally, the thought calling him down.

He straighten them self up, and stood from the desk. He made his way over to the wall where a massive picture of Nikola Tesla hung. Tesla was one of Brandon's greatest heroes, and had inspired him to create his own business in the first place. With care he remove the picture revealing a safe in the wall. After three different security checks he opened it. Inside were six small containers, they resembled an EpiPen as well as a small laminated binder the presentation he had planned for his investors. 3 of the them contained a pinkish red liquid, his actual formula. The remaining three were a light blue, the balancing agent. He took a deep breath and removed a pink one, and stared at it intently. "With this all of my desires will become a reality.....hummmmm Desire, that sounds like a proper name form my magnificent formula."

He could here heels click, somone was walking towards his office. He quickly put the container of Desire in his breast pocket and grabbed his presentation before closing the safe. After hanging up the picture, he moved back to the desk, more specifically to his chair. But instead of sitting in it, he stood next to it. If this was going to work he needed to get her guard down, make her believe that he had just accepted the fact that she bought his company out from under him. So he put on his best smile and waited, the distinct sound of heels growing louder and louder by the second.

She almost felt bad given the look on her face when she had broken the news to him, but she didn't want him to have to react too quickly, say or do anything foolish or reckless... Gve him a chance to confirm what she said, give him a chance to consider her proposals...

If he was half as smart as his father, she could use him... His father as well could be even more useful, she could still keep them relatively rich men. she wasn't evil, she was reasonable... but to be clear, this was her company now, he had made the fuck-ups that made his company ready for takeover... hostile or otherwise. There were definitely worse situations he could be in...

She hung up after her third phone call. And made her way back to the office, She had six escorts with her, They all stopped at the door with her as she opened the door, "I assume you have confirmed my information... Would you like to negotiate a way to keep you or your father within the company?" if he was nice about it, she would walk in, just with her and her head of security... she would allow him to remain as head of the R&D department, if he was not, all the guards would remove him by force, now.

Bradon smiled as she entered the room, noting the head of security. "Ah Ms. Church welcome back. I've talked with my father and to say he was angry.....well that would be an understatement. It took some time but I was able to calm him down, show him reason. He could either be angry and be completely cut off from the company, or calm down and stay on as a researcher. It took a little more, but eventually I convinced him it was in his best interest. At least this way he can prefect his formula."

Brandon picked up the folder and waves it at her for a second before dropping back on the desk. "I'd actually like to go over it with you actually. As the new CEO you need to know what my father lost his company over. The only thing he asks is that he be given proper credit for it." His blue eyes drifted over to the security guard with her. "But I must insist that it he alone, this is highly classified, if this were to leak to leak it could be disastrous for us. The corporate espionage could be crippling, but I assure you this will change the world. So if you could send him outside and take a seat." Brandon waved to "her chair. "Then we can get started."

She knew that he had some top secret projects in development with the government. She was pleased they were willing to negotiate, and she stepped in with her head of security while the others returned to the outer office where the secretaries were.

He gave a good excuse to send her head of security out, but she shook her head 'no.' I trust him explicitly and he has top secret clearance, and to be honest, 'm glad we are able to work things out, but to be clear, we both know you and your father are not happy with the arrangement, so until we have some time to develop a stronger bond between us, I think its better if he remains.

She did however start to walk around the desk to look at the folder he intended to show him, "And.. where do we start?" as if declaring there was no more argument left over whether or not the guard would stay.

"Well if you trust him then that is good enough for me." Brandon said smiling while she waljed around the desk. Beneath the smile his was seething, she was making it more difficult to bring his plan to fruition. Brandon wyes the security guard up and down. He was similar to Brandon's 6'3 fram and build, tho Bradon was fairly curtain he was stronger than her guard. But he knew his strength ment nothing, unlike him the guard had real fighting experience, and was most likely packing a gun underneath his jacket. "No a direct confrontation won't do, too much risk and the odds are not in my favor." Brandon thought to him self as brought his attention to the floder in front of them.

Brandon flipped the flolder open to the 3rd page. "If you look here my father has been working on a revitalizing agent. When introduced to old cells it combines with them and heals any damage that may have been done to them, including age. I'm sure you understand what that means, were talking about a literal Fountain of Youth." His eyes turned to his Tesla painting. "Hummmmm prehaps I could grab more Desire. If I could dose both of them then two bimbos for the price of one. But to do that I would have to get them both at the same time, and with the guard standing by the door that would prove to be difficult." He dismissed that plan as well, again too risky.

He flipped the flolder to page 6, the title reading "Body Growth". "More than that is also stimulates body growth, were talking about instant muscle growth. Now you can see why the military was so interested in my.....fathers work. We can take old, frial, broken soldiers, and revitalize them, putting them back into their prime. And we don't just have to stop with soldiers, the public will be clamoring for it. Giving people the ability to walk again, or cure aids, or cancer. When we take it to marke, we will have possession of the most valuable product on the planet." Brandon couldn't help but be boastful about Desire, it was his lifes work after all. Why shouldn't he take pride in it?

Before Brandon could go on a faint moaning could be herd from outside the door. Instantly Brandon knew what it was, he had herd it several times over the last few days. Cindi liked to be vocal when she was being fucked, and from the sounds of it she was getting it nice and hard. It had taken 8 minutes of Cassandra's security team being unsupervised to fall to his 3 vapid office bimbos. Brandon couldn't blame them, it would be hard for any stright male to resist such beautiful creatures. Brandon feigned ignorance tho looking from the guard to Cassandra. "My what is that? It's coming from the front office, I hope everything is ok. Prehaps our friend here should check it out? With him being security and all."

she nodded her head when he acknowledged her her guards right to be present. and looked down at the folder.

He talked about a fountain of youth and then paused to looked at the painting of Nikola Tesla... "don't get ahead of yourself, remember what happened to him, he was brilliant, but naive, he lost all his patents to business men, fell in love with a pigeon, and died poor living in a hotel that people were kind enough to pay for him..." She paused, "A fountain of youth has its benefits, but what problems will come of it? how much testing has there been? How much do we still need to do?"

he turned to another page, and she watched, he talked about the growth and revitalization. "Interesting, but the problem that I am already seeing, is that you have multiple cures, fixes and revitalizations... And your father has done well... but the thing now, is we have to break it down, so it does one thing at a time... That's where the profits are..."

There was a commotion. Brandon made a comment about her head of security checking it out... "Brandon, I didn't get where I am by letting the help do everything." She nodded tot he head of security, and walked out to take care of the problem. She walked in, and saw her guards standing at attention while the three secretaries will naked and playing with each other. it took a few minutes talking with the guards to find out the women started getting friendly with them, but her boys were professionals... they ignored it, but they started going off one another until they started pawing at each other...

She rolled her eyes. "Get them out of the office." And then something occurred to her... "What if they were some of his experiments?" She shook her head, 'Mother fucker' she thought, that coul cause some serious litigation if that were true. She stormed down the hall ready to call him out...

Brandon cursed to him self when she left the room, to investigate. "That headstrong bitch, doesn't know how to listen." He couldn't wait to pump her full of Desire, to make that headstrong bitch into a dim witted bimbo dedicated to pleasing him. Brandon wasn't one to waste an opportunity, as soon as she and her goon left the room he went to work.

He went to his Tesla painting and took it down, he held it for a second. "That bitch is going to pay for insulting you old friend." Brandon of course knew the painting couldn't hear him, but it didn't change the fact that he felt sentimental about it. He had work plenty of sleepless nights on Desire, several of which he had come close to just calling it quits. But when that happen, whenever he felt like it just wasn't possible he would look at this painting and it would invigorate him. Keeping him from giving up, to push him foward. Now here he was, a partial working formula and on the verge greatness and wouldn't let anyone take that away from him.

Brandon sat the picture down and opened the safe, grabbing his final two vials of Desire just incase. He had just placed to portrait back on the wall, when he herd the familiar sound of heels clicking twords him. Cassandra was on her way back to the office. Now Brandon couldn't be sure what was transpiring in the front office, but he knew it would be shocking and perverted. It would no doubt piss her off and Brandon wanted to strike before she could. He moved to the side of the door so that she wouldn't be able to see him when she entered. He had two doses of Desire ready Incase her goon came with her. This would most likely be his only opportunity so he had to take it. He only wished that Desire worked faster, from the previous 3 subjects he knew a full transformation would yake a little time, but the mental effects should begin working in only a few minutes.

She paused, for a moment, "Go in secure Brandon, I'm going to make sure the rest of the team is prepared.""

I let him walk in first and I turn to go back to the security team. I walk in back in tot he office, "Get the girls out of here. I'd suggest in a lockdown if you can find a place here. I'm going to find out if something strange is happening here. And I mean if these girls are acting this way of their own free will or if our host has done something. I take a few steps down the hallway opening up varies doors. Each room is abandoned.

pick one, "Put the girls in here..." I point to one guard, "They don't leave the room unless I say so."
I point to the entry way to the hallway, "let's keep this place secure, "If I'm not happy with the situation by the time I leave that office, we are making a quick exit, and I'll be sending in full security teams to remove every person from this facility."

With that I turn and walk back to Brandon's office.

Brandon held his breath as the sound of soft footsteps grew closer and closer. The door to his office came open and a deep voice boomed. "Mr. Martin I've been sent to secure the room, there has been an.... incident with your three secretaries." Brandon didn't say anything, instead he stayed in his spot that was now hidden behind the door. As the guard enterd the room, Brandon could see that he was scanning it with his eyes, no doubt looking for him. He knew he wouldn't have long before he was found, and when that happen he would be finished. With a busrt of speed his old body would have been incapable of achieving, he burst from behind the door and slammed into the guard knocking him to the floor.

Immediately Brandon set upon him, Desire in hand. He jumped onto the guard's back and stabbed the injection device to the back of his neck, unloading a whole dose of Desire into him. The guard was quickly able to recover and it wasn't long before he had Brandon on his back, with him on top. Brandon knew this would happen of course, he had no illusions that he'd be able to beat him in a fair fight. But now it was too late for the guard, all Brandon had to do was wait. The guard looked down at Brandon as he felt the back of his neck. "What the fuck did you do to me." Brandon only smiled. "I've made you better my dear, you'll be thanking me shortly." The guard just looked at him in anger. "What the fuck are you talking about?" The guard was about to say something in his concealed mic he had in his sleeve when a wave of vertigo stopped him in his tracks.

Brandon's smile grew bigger as the guard held his hand to his head to try and steady him self, it didn't work. Another wave hit him and he fell backwards as he lost all sense of direction, not even being able to tell up from down. Brandon took that as a opportunity to stand up and watch his handy work. He watched as the guard literally began to shrink in size, going from about 6'3 to about 5'6. His head that was bald only moments before now had a long flowing mane of fiery red hair. His shirt that now drapped over his new smaller body, began to swell as his chest expanded. The guard now had a pair of massive DD breast that sat high on his chest. His waist shrunk and his hips swelled, hiving him a perfect hourglass figure. His ass also began to swell until the once loose fabric of his jeans were pulled taught threatening to tear. He now had what Brandon liked to call a "Brazilian Booty" nice and big while also being tight and firm. All in all the physical transformation took about 3 minutes. Luckily for the guard he felt no pain during his transformation, in fact it was quite enjoyable. It was a warm tingling sensation, one similar to relaxing in the hot tub with jet massagers.

After the transformation was complete the guard slowly opened his eyes and saw Brandon smiling down at him. "Oh my god, was he always that hot? ....wait where did that thought come from." The guard thought to him self as he slowly sat up. "Wha....what happen to me?" The guard asked in a high breathy voice. "And why do I sound like that?" Brandon just smiled as he held out his hand, offering to help the guard up. The guard was reluctant at first but eventually he accepted Brandon's offer and took his hand. When the guard noticed his dainty feminine hand he stopped for a moment and thought. "That's not right....or is it....I can't remember." All thought left his head tho when Brandon took his hand, it felt like he had just been struck by lightning. His entire body seemed to hum as a tingling sensation over took him.

Brandon pulled him up, and he fell into him, his legs week from the tingling sensation. Which only got stronger as more of his body made contact with Brandon. Brandon just smiled at him, witch caused the guard to blush and giggle. "Haha like thanks." The guard looked at Brandon and squinted his eyes "Do I like know you? You look totally familiar."

Brandon smiled. "You don't remember? I'm DR. Brandon Martin. You were here for a job interview, to become one of my secretaries."

The guard's eyes went wide with realization. "Like OMG that makes total sense. I can be such a scatterbrained sometimes." He looked up at this hunk of a Doctor and gave him pleading look. "Like I hope this won't hurt my chances of getting a job, I may not be very smart. But I totally have over qualities that make up for it."

"Of course not my dear, a woman is better off when a man dose all of her thinking for her."

"Like OMG it's so ture. Like who wants to think all the time? I'd much rather spend my time worrying about important things, like making my self look pretty." The guards face grew sad as he looked down. "I like totally wish I was a girl, my life would be so much easier if I had a man doing my thinking for me."

Brandon laughed as he placed his hand underneath the guards chin ans raised his head up so he was looking into his eyes. "My dear you are a girl. You think a man could have a body like that?" Brandon directed his attention to the full body mirror he kept in the corner of his room.

The guards eyes went wide when he seen his reflection. He couldn't believe he was this sexy Vixen, why had she thought that she was a guy. God she hated how stupid she could be sometimes. Thank god DRm Martin was here, he has been so helpful in such a short time, not only offering her a job but pointing out that she was a woman as well. No wonder she felt such an intense desire to please him. "Like OMG you're right! Like how could I of ever of thought that I was a guy? I'm like totally hot." She looked back at Brandon and gave him a sultry smile. "Like if you want me to do anything and I mean ANYTHING to show how grateful I am, just name it."

Brandon smiled down at his newest Bimbo. "Oh trust me I will have you show your appreciation later, as for right now tho. I have more pressing matters.... What is your name anyways."

The guard wasn't upset that he didn't remember her name. He was a busy man after all, and she was just some Bimbo secretary. She should be happy that he had taken the time to ask at all really. "Oh it's like Eric.... Erica. But you can call me anything you want Dr. Martin I won't mind."

"Hmmm I'll keep that in mind, but for now Erica will do." Brandon could hear the shound of heals clicking. "We don't have much time. I want you to sit in this chair and face away from the door. I don't want you to move or make a sound until I tell you otherwise. Just turn that pretty little head of yours off."

A vacant look fell over Erica's face. "Haha that will be easy Dr. Martin" Erica took her place in the chair and turned it away from the door. Brandon return to his hiding place next to the door and readied another dose of Desire.