Office Takeover: The Auditor

(Previous Office Takeover stories available on my DA) Some characters refrenenced are from Office Takeover 3, 5, 6, and 7.

Life had been really good since you had worked your way up from I.T. to de facto boss of your company.

All the male employees worked obediently from home, and all of the women came into the office that you ran like a foot lover's harem. They still did their jobs, but every day, they'd have to open up their assigned "training" program. The program was one you had designed months ago, "Office_Takeover.exe" and had been a major success. An employee could be entranced by the spiraling colored lights and hypnotic audio almost instantly. Once they did open the program, their minds went blank and their shoes came off.

Some days, you'd just sit in your office waiting for a ping from a brainwashed coworker letting you know they were on their way to see you for a "performance exam." Other days, you'd just roam the floor of the building, sniffing, kissing, and massaging any pair of soles that were presented to you on top of a desk. If you wanted to do more, you'd just grab their hand and guide them back to your office.

It was a well oiled machine at this point. The maintenance lady, and even your preferred UPS driver had been programmed to ignore anything they saw in the office and would sometimes even offer their feet to you as well. This ensured smooth operation of the business and no need to hide your drooling, barefoot slaves.... errr coworkers from curious outsiders.

Today, however, would be a new challenge.

You were in the middle of a session with your former boss, Miss Williams. She was normally silent as her mature soles worked their way around your lap. But today, you were feeling chatty.

"What's on the agenda for today, Miss Williams?" you asked, still respecting her title even as she was a mindless slave.

Her glazed eyes looked up at you and she explained that an auditor would be here any moment to take a look at the numbers for this quarter. You shot up in shock, pants still around your ankles. It seems that your hypnotized workforce had actually increased productivity by a whopping 25%. A lot of this was due to the men in the company slaving away unknowingly to offset the hours of non-essential company work the women were doing in the office. Miss Williams feet reached up to meet you again, but you fastened your pants and told her to snap out of her trance. You quickly ran around the office giving commands for your workforce to put their shoes on and clean up any messes left on their desks.

As your reached the front desk, you realized you were 1 minute too late. Jessica, your administrative assistant, had her bare soles up on the desk, but at least she was out of her trance and working. And glaring down at her was Mercy Hargrove, the corporate auditor.

Miss Hargrove was attractive, but mean looking. Her gaze switched over to you, looking sweaty and disheveled.

"Are you Miss Williams' assistant?" she said with a hint of disdain.
"Oh yes, I am. Right this way ma'am." you said and ushered her quickly back to your boss's office. As she passed row after row of exclusively female employees, she grew even more suspicious.

You rushed back to your desk, nervous. There's no way that the auditor could guess what was really happening here, but she also could easily prove that something was wrong, enough to warrant a full investigation.

You typed up a faux email titled "2025 Q3 Numbers" and attached the Office Takeover program to it. You emailed it to your boss's computer, hoping it would catch Miss Hargrove's attention.

Now all you could do was sit and wait. You could hear Miss Hargrove's voice through the walls, demanding answers from the foggy mind of your boss. Then there was the ping of a new email, silence, and then a very angry "Is this some kind of joke?"

You tried to think up a backup plan, you went through your drawers looking for something, anything that might help, but after a minute or two, there was the hurried stomping of feet coming down the hall towards your office. You turned around and saw Miss Hargrove making her way towards you with intense purpose.

But instead of being barraged with questions, Miss Hargrove stopped at your desk and kneeled down in front of you silently. You noticed she was barefoot and the scowl you assumed was her default expression was long gone. That's when your phone rang.

"We watched the training video and I assumed you'd want to see Mercy once it was finished, just like when you had those college interns here last month." your boss cheerfully told you.

You breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank you Miss Williams. No more visitors today please."

"Yes, master."

You hung up and turned your attention to Mercy Hargrove. You commanded her to get up and sit in a chair and prop her feet up on your desk. She silently complied.

You spent the next hour doing an "audit" on her feet, exploring every toe and sole wrinkle, seeing how they felt on your face, chest, and... you know. You also took the time to program her mind with some false memories. As far as she was concerned, your growth in productivity was just good management, although she'd have to come by once a quarter to be sure, and next time, it'd be way less stressfu.