Office Takeover: The Glitch

It was a seemingly normal Wednesday afternoon. You'd made your rounds through the office and enjoyed a few pairs of hypnotized feet before lunch.

As your walked along the rows of cubicles, you saw a pair of ebony soles sticking out in the hallway bobbing up and down. As you went to investigate, you recognize the feet belonged to Marissa, a longtime employee that you didn't interact with much. She had obviously been watching the Office Takeover program and was ready to offer her feet to you. You tried to make a bit of small talk as you pressed your lap onto one foot and raised the other, which had a light vanilla smell, up to your face.

"Excited for work today, I see." you quipped.

Normally, there'd be a response like "yes master" but there was only silence. You looked down at her and she just stared blankly ahead, her feet still moving gently, but erratically.

Unusual, but the motion of her feet kept you distracted as the mostly smooth soles twitched and bobbed and caressed you.

"Scrunch your toes for me." you commanded.

Again, there was no response and her feet just kept rubbing you. You even took the risk of snapping your fingers, but she just kept the same blank expression. By this point, you were too aroused to stop, so with one foot wedged between your thighs, you oddly shuffled to one side, her chair swiveling with you until you were close enough, to pull up her computer logs.

Her other foot swayed back and forth across your cheek as you typed with your free hand and what you saw floored you.

Marissa had been mostly pretending to work and though she could fake her way through the day by doing the Office Takeover training program. But since she always woke up with no memory of the event, she'd do it over and over, up to 10 times a day. Had she been brainwashed into mindlessness?

You were shocked at the revelation, but were close to finishing. With a final thrust and lick of the woman's sole, you backed off and decided to see what you could do to snap her out of this. As you walked away, her feet stayed in the air, still searching for you, before finally plopping to the floor.

Will Marissa ever get her mind back? Will other office workers fall prey to long term brain drain?

Find out next week!