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MIND CONTROL:

SHE FUCKS US ALL! ©

(Parts 1 & 2 Combined)



Sasha Bond, 2018 ©



All characters in this story are aged 18 and above.



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MIND CONTROL: SHE FUCKS US ALL!




I was excited all morning. I couldn't help feeling cheerful; I knew that I'd be receiving long-awaited good news that day and it was all that I could think about.


When I pulled my car into the parking lot of Webster and Wright Realty I had to smile. I'd worked there as an agent for eight years, but this was a special day. W&W was one of the best realty companies in town, and it was a great place to work. One of the senior agents had just quit, leaving me next in line for an office, and for a move into management.


Most of the agents worked from shared desks when they were in the office, only the senior agents who managed teams had actual offices. Even though I didn't really spend that much time in the building, I'd been looking forward to getting my own office for years.


"Good morning, Adele."


The receptionist smiled at me as I passed through the front area. She was paid to keep that bubbly welcome on tap at all times, but I think I had a bigger smile for once.


"Good morning."


"Adele, Mr. Webster wants you to stop by his office."


It was finally happening, my day had arrived and it felt great! I was so pumped that I all but skipped down the hall.


Setting my bag down, I realized that it was probably the last time I'd sit there. Tomorrow I'd be putting my bag down in my own office.


Knocking lightly on the open door to Hal Webster's office, I leaned my head inside.


"Adele, come in," he said. I stepped inside and then he gestured to the door behind me. "Close the door, would you?"


"What can I do for you, Hal?" I said.


I lowered myself into one of the chairs in front of his desk. If I happened to be a dog, my tail would have wagged as surely as if I'd just seen my owner approaching with my leash in hand.


"I wanted to talk to you this morning, before you heard it from someone else," he said. He looked sad as he met my eyes.


My heart sank and the grin on my face wilted. Not many happy conversations start with 'before you hear it from someone else'.


"As you know, Gary Summers has decided to leave Webster and Wright. This has left a senior agent position open. We've decided to promote Grace into the position."


I tried to be strong as I saw where the conversation was going, but I couldn't help flinching at the sound of her name. The room seemed smaller and stuffier, and my face felt warm. This couldn't be happening to me.



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