The Seven Ex-Girlfriends of Jonas - Part 3 [Domineering Business Woman TG]

For LoudVirus

Jonas tries to use magic to lay a curse on his seven ex-girlfriends for dumping him, but the magic backfires. Now, he is forced to become them each in turn for a day and feels compelled to act as they would.

Chapter 3 - Domineering Business Woman

The automatic blinds pulled back, flooding the high-rise apartment with light that only got stronger as it reflected off all the smooth white and chrome furniture. My eyes snapped open suddenly, sharp and somehow fully awake within seconds. There was no lingering in bed this time, my legs swung over the edge of the mattress and within three steps I was at the ensuite bathroom. The entire place was immaculate. My brain still felt foggy from sleep, but this body and the compulsions that came with it were so strong it didn’t matter. I was standing up straight and in the shower before I could think. 

Gina. She’d been a small-town accountant when we dated. Judging by the new digs she’d moved up in the world. Not surprising really, she was the smartest woman to come out of our town. She didn't need anybody to tell her that, though she knew it. I wanted to stay under the spray for longer and get reacquainted with the fit, beautiful body I remembered her having, but she didn’t let me. Two minutes flat, my hands were reaching for the knobs and the water was cut off. It was only after I was done drying myself and sat down at the bureau to do my make-up that I was finally able to wrestle control from whatever habits ruled this body. 

Gina looked like I remembered; all sharp features and a stare that could fix anybody i place. Her dark hair fell wetly around her shoulders and I watched with mild fascination as I managed to put it into a fancy bun atop my own head. Unlike my other exes, Gina was meticulous in all things. Watching myself apply lipstick and eyeliner with such care was oddly mesmerising. Those domineering eyes bored into my own reflection the whole time. No wonder she was so ordered. Even knowing it was my own reflection, I was still slightly scared to fuck anything up. 

I got to my feet, face perfectly put on but still totally naked. Gina wasn't as busty as Nari or Heather, but I could still feel my curves move as I walked. Her body was fit and toned, she worked out most days before work and I prayed today wasn't one. I really didn't feel like sweating up a storm before 7am. 

I threw open the cupboard and couldn't help but laugh. It was nothing but businesswear, of course. I felt my fingers twitch, eager to get dressed and head to the office.

“Ugh, I don’t want to go to a boring fucking office and work.” I groaned. “Couldn’t I have been put in her body on the weekend or something?”

I tried to resist the pull, to go back to bed and sleep to a decent hour but my feet refused to move. I was stuck, frozen between my own desires to go back to sleep and speed run this whole ‘living as all my exes’ thing, and Gina’s desire to get to work. I let out a frustrated breath between my teeth.

“Fine.”

Gina’s compulsions were so much harder to fight. Maybe because she was the single most bullheaded person I’d ever met. Which is why it was so surprising when I opened her underwear drawer and saw so much sexy lingerie. Gina had only ever worn boring, practical bras with me. Yet here was a drawer full of lace and G strings. 

“Gina…you bad girl. Where the hell was all this when we dated?”

I grinned in excitement. If I was going to be stuck in a boring office all day doing…whatever Gina did for work, the least I could do was enjoy her body a little. Knowing just how much dawdling infuriated Gina, I took my time and eventually picked out a set of purple underwear. The G string was simple but felt utterly delicious, cupping my pussy and sliding between my ass cheeks. The bra, on the other hand, was decked out. Silk cups, beautiful embroidered birds across each side and a lace tie at the back. It was more luxurious and sexy than anything the other two had; whatever it was Gina did, it paid well. At least if I was going to spend my day being bored, I could do it feeling gorgeous at the same time. 

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The elevator doors opened, and I stepped out. My sharp heels clicked on the linoleum floors, and people parted to let me through. I walked quickly, an impressive feat considering just how tight my pencil skirt was. There was something so sensual about wearing something so professional on the outside with the naughty underwear hidden beneath. Maybe that was what gave me the confidence to walk through the office with my head held high and my cold eyes forward. People seemed almost intimidated by my very presence. It made me feel more powerful than I ever had. 

A petite woman was standing in the aisle between cubicles, slowly stirring the coffee she obviously needed, if the dark circles beneath her eyes were any indication. She didn't seem aware of my presence. There was plenty of room to go around her, yet I stopped. One hand on my hip, and cleared my throat.

“A-hem.”

“Oh!” She squeaked, dropping the spoon on the ground and immediately fell to her knees to pick it up, spilling half the coffee in the process. “I’m s-so sorry, Gina I didn't see you there, um, go through.”

I smiled and walked past without another word. God, that felt incredible. With a single look, I could strike fear into anybody I passed. My legs moved out of habit, taking me to a large office filled with accolades and the same chrome and black aesthetic as Gina's apartment. I sat myself down in the plush leather chair, feeling the cushion cup the curve of my ass perfectly.

“I could get used to this sort of luxury…” I muttered. “Maybe being Gina for a few days wouldn’t be so bad.”

Maybe I could find a way to extend this, skip over my other exes and stay in this luxury office in my expensive designer underwear. Being in a woman’s body was more tolerable when it came with all this power and respect. I booted up the computer and was immediately assisted with emails and documents. Pages and pages of numbers that made my head spin; Gina was some sort of accountant, that much was obvious but these were numbers on a scale I could barely comprehend. Mergers, quarterly spending, bonuses and a dozen other things that didn't make sense. I could barely balance my own chequebook, let alone one for a major corporation. 

“Relax, Jonas…” I whispered to myself. You’re only here for a day. You can just kick back and let Gina deal with the consequences of a fumbled workday.”

But even as I said it, my heart squeezed in my chest. Anxiety started to build as I looked over all the work that needed doing; if I didn't start soon, I’d fall behind, and that was…terrifying for some reason. The door to my office opened and in stepped an older gentleman with a clean-shaven face and sharp cheekbones. 

“Gina, it’s time for the meeting. Do you have your notes?”

“Of course.” I lied smoothly. “I’ll be there in a moment.”

Crap, I bearly knew what this job was, let alone what notes I needed for the meeting. 

The man closed the door, and all of a sudden, I felt a wave of anxiety wash over me. My finger tingled, and my heart beat furiously against my chest. I couldn’t mess up this meeting, I was perfect, I made sure everything I did was perfect. I couldn’t…fail. Just thinking the word made me break out in a cold sweat. Damn, was this how Gina felt all the time? How did she not go insane? I grabbed a random file sitting at the top of her right-hand drawer. 

The conference room felt like a fortress made of polished glass and steel. Immediately when I walked in, I could smell aftershave and cigarettes. Every chair was taken but one, all by men, most of them at least five years Gina's senior. It was obvious at a glance who was from Gina's company and who was an outsider. One half of the table stiffened as I walked in, a few even nodded in respect. The other, presumable from some other company, was the exact opposite. I could see them sizing me up the moment I stepped in, my heels clicking against the marble floor. I tried to focus on the sound and calm my heartbeat to it. 

A few executives glanced up with a kind of amused indifference, their eyes dropping back to the papers in front of them or flicking to their watches. They didn't even try to hide it: as far as they were concerned, I was just here to take notes or pour coffee. Frankly, that's how I used to feel about Gina as well. 

Cool confidence calmed me, Gina's compulsions grew stronger and I let myself fall into them. It was the only way I was going to survive this. The meeting started, and a PowerPoint clicked on showing those same numbers that confused me on the computer screen. Gina was the accountant, but nobody called on me. They continued their half-hearted discussions, talking over each other, nitpicking numbers they clearly didn’t understand. I listened silently for a while, letting them stew in their ignorance, waiting for the right moment.

Warm wetness pooled between my legs. Holt shit...Gina got off on showing up men. That certainly explained a lot. Finally, the leader of the rival company turned his head toward me. 

"Miss Porter, would you care to explain these projections to us?" he asked, his voice thick with skepticism. 

A flutter of panic went through me but I felt compelled to stand and hold my head high. 

"Absolutely," I replied, injecting just the right amount of cheer into my voice. With slow, deliberate movements, I picked up the file and opened it, looking directly at him as I flipped through the pages. I could feel the weight of their eyes on me now. Good. 

"It seems some of us are… confused. There’s been a misunderstanding with these figures." I paused, tapping my red-lacquered nails against the table, letting the silence draw out as I gave each man a pointed look.

One of them, Henderson, according to his name badge, shifted uncomfortably. He cleared his throat. 

"If you could just get to the point, Ms. Porter?"

"Oh, I will, Mr. Henderson. But I’m afraid this will require a bit more… foundation than you may have accounted for. You see," I said, my voice dropping lower as I leaned forward, "the projected growth in the third quarter? Completely off. And it’s throwing everything else off balance."

I could see Kensington’s smirk fade as he thumbed through the documents, brow furrowing. The rest of the men exchanged glances, a few of them fidgeting with their pens. I had their attention now. Fuck, that felt good. I looked down the table at my 'colleagues'. They were all trying to hide smirks. They had been waiting for this moment. My confidence grew, and I sat myself down on the glass table and casually undid the top button of my blouse before leaning over Henderson. 

"The issue," I continued, letting Gina's instincts fill in the blanks with accounting terms I had never even heard before today. It didn't matter what I was saying; I was too focused on how Gina's body was feeling. The more I humiliated these stuffy men, the hotter I felt. My nipples stiffened in those silk cups, and my thong was getting dangerously wet.

“Ahem, well, that’s all well and good,” Kensington said, clearing his throat. “There is no need for posturing.”

“Posturing?” I blinked. “Why, I think I am being very professional. Wouldn't you agree, boys?”

I turned my head, and the rest of my colleagues nodded, some with slight fear in their eyes. 

“Must you sit on the table?” Kensington sneered. “My company is run of merit, not sex appeal, Miss Porter. If you think you can get a better deal by showing off your chest…”

“Mr. Kensington!” I gasped. “Are you staring at my breasts?”

“What!? No!”

“You as good as admitted it.” 

“Wh…but no I…”

He was going red in the face now, struggling to find the words and it was delicious. I walked to his side slowly, running my fingers along the shoulders of the other executives as I went and feeling them shiver. 

“Don’t worry, Mr. Kensington.” I cooed. “I don’t mind. But perhaps we should discuss this breach of decorum somewhere more private. So you don’t further incriminate yourself.”

I pressed a sharp, red nail to his chest and grinned. 

“I…don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“Why? Scared of little ol’ me?” I pouted. “I thought you were a big, tough businessman. What will people think when they find out you’re ready a pervert who’s scared of an accountant?”

“I…I…”

“After all, I think we are done here, right fellas?”

The others all nodded and murmured their approval as I reached out and twisted the man’s tie in my hand before yanking him to his feet and gently resettling it. 

“Then I think we should go and discuss this, straight everything out. In my office?”

I could see the fear and desire in his eyes. Deep down, men like this wanted to be dominated and controlled, it got them as hot as it was making me right now. I couldn’t help but fall into the role more as Gina got wetter and wetter. I felt almost like a passenger in this body, helpless to its whims. 

Kensington followed behind me like a puppy; a CEO brought metaphorically to his knees so easily. It was delicious. As soon as we got back to Gina’s office, I intended to make him drop to them physically as well. My stomach churned slightly; was I really going to do this? Three days of being compelled to act like my ex-girlfriend was taking its toll. I was so damn horny right now after giving those stuffy older guys a talking to. Could I resist the humiliation of being fucked by one? 

Then again, this wasn’t like before, I didn’t feel out of control, in fact I felt deliciously in control. That was why I was so turned on. I never knew Gina got hot and heavy using her feminine wiles to turn men into desperate slobbering messes. When we got back to her office, I closed the door with a quiet click. Kensington’s shoulders were tense, his mouth sat in a flat line and I held back a laugh. He was trying to remain professional and resist his attraction to me, how cute. He actually thought he had a chance. 

I was in a similar state, at war with myself. I was so turned on and Gina’s impulses were so hard to fight. Sleeping with another man…God, the idea turned me on no matter how much I didn't want it to. Then again, I was holding all the cards here. This wasn't like being Heather, where I would spread my legs for just anybody, no…I held all the cards here. So it would be fine, right? I could forgive myself for slipping just this once. I walked up to Kensington, running a finger over his collar and smiling. 

“Now, why don’t we discuss you staring at my breasts.”

“I wasn’t…you were the one putting on a disgusting display in that board room.”

“And you were the one enjoying it.” 

He sucked in a breath, but I didn't let him speak.

“Don't deny it. You have been fighting an erection ever since I started walking all over you.” I grinned. “That’s what you want isn’t it? You could never admit it, but you would gladly let me walk over your back in these heels. You want to be treated like the dog you are.”

Each word I spoke got huskier as I leaned in, lips so close they almost brushed his. I could feel the hardness of his cock against my thigh, and he was trembling in an attempt to keep control. One more push, and he’d be mine. 

“On your knees, worm.”

I almost came there and as I watched this big, important man slide to the floor. His expensive suit dug into the plush carpet of my office. His hands gripped my ankles loosely and slowly rose upwards, forcing that tight pencil skirt up my thighs till it was bunched around my waist. He groaned when my purple ting was revealed, and his hands slipped up to cup my ass before pressing his face to the fabric. I leaned back against my desk, and ran my fingers through his short hair. I dug my sharp nails into his skull just enough to hurt and he moaned. 

“Pleasure me,” I ordered, a shiver of delight rolled down my spine as he obeyed instinctually. 

The thong was easily pushed aside by his tongue, which dove between my folds. My body jerked in response to the sensations, and I had to bite my lip to keep from crying out. This felt better than I could have imagined. His tongue lapped and sucked at my clit, sending lightning forking through my body. It was so hard to hold back; I didn't want him getting arrogant. 

“H-harder.” I shivered. “You can do b-better than that.”

He groaned and the vibration from his voice sent shivers into my passage. His tongue slipped inside once or twice as he pressed his face closer. Orgasm was building, I leaned back against the desk further and bucked my hips in time with his tongue’s thrusts. Pleasure washed over me like a wave, but I kept my mouth shut and gutted, fucking his mouth as best I could in this female body.

“Come on, I am almost there.” I lied, forcing him to keep going until I’d cum twice more. 

When he finally pulled away, my juices were all over his face, and there was a desperate, hungry look in his eyes. His cock was straining against his pants, and I grinned, cupping his face and stroking his cheek.

“That was satisfactory.” I cooed. “Maybe next time, I can give you something in return.”

Kensington’s face fell.

“What, you’re not going to…you could at least return the favour.”

“I only reward good boys. And you were very rude, but maybe if you’re good next time you come to visit we can do this again, don’t pretend you didn’t love it.” 

His mouth opened and closed, face and collar still a mess as I tided myself up. In seconds I looked as perfect and presentable as before, which couldn’t be said for him. I smirked, imagining his walk of shame through the office. In fact, it got me wet again. I remembered the looks of fear and arousal on my collegues faces and wondered just how many of them I could force on their knees in one day.