She Is So Annoying
I needed a temp and needed one fast. My tax person had quit without notice and there were lots of filings coming up. I ed the agency and had them start a search for a temporary tax person and also had them start a search for a full-time person.
We did a quick Zoom call with the temp candidate and I found her to be a totally abrasive personality. She was bossy, she spoke over me during the interview, but she sure knew tax better than anyone else I had spoken to. She made it clear that she was only interested in the temp role and would not be applying for the full-time role. That was fine with me since she would not have been someone I could take on a long-term basis.
Dianna showed up for her first day of work wearing a woman’s business suit. Her face and hair were exactly as I ed but her body blew me away. She had large breasts and a relatively slender waist but her butt, hips, and legs were large. She was oddly shaped but when she walked past my office I could not take my eyes off of her lower body. She was literally a symphony of movement and I was enjoying the music.
Within a few weeks my office had become a revolving door of people asking me to find a new temp or begging me not to have to work with her. I just kept reassuring everyone that I had no intention of hiring her full-time. I knew I would not have to be the bad guy because she didn’t want to work full-time anyways. But I was wrong.
Halfway through her assignment she came into my office and asked me to consider hiring her full-time. I was honest with her and shared with her that no one in my group enjoyed working with her. Shockingly she said, “Well if they can’t get along with me you should fire them.”
I thanked her for her input but I chickened out and telling her that there was no way that I would ever hire her.
Only a few days later I was sipping on my Diet Dr. Pepper and reading a memo when I realized that my head was spinning. I went to stand up and my knees felt so weak that I sat back down. Just then Dianna came into my office and said, “Do you have a couple of minutes Steve? I want to discuss me coming to work for you.”
I said, “Now isn’t a very good time Dianna. Can you come back later?”
She said, “No sweetie. I want you to answer a few questions for me. You can do that can’t you?”
I wanted to tell her no but I said, “Yes, I can do that.”
She said, “I know no one else likes me. Now tell me how you feel about me.”
I was now seeing double and it felt like the whole room was spinning. I was thinking that it would be cruel and unprofessional to tell her how I feel about her. I was thinking there was no way I was going to tell her what I think of her. Them to my utter dismay I blurted out, “I can’t stand you. You know your stuff but you are so annoying. You are rude, you are a know it all, you speak over people, and you make other people look bad in a public setting.”
I was trying to see how she took this news but she just seemed to be smiling at me like my words had no effect on her at all. Then she said, “Is there anything you like about me?”
I knew this answer was a sexual harassment lawsuit waiting to happen and as I resolved to keep my mouth shut I seemed to have no control over the words flowing from my mouth. I said, “Yes! Your body drives me crazy. When you walk by my office time stands still and I only snap out of the spell when you leave my vision. You are a goddess.”
She seemed pleased with my answer. I was mortified that I just kept telling her what was on my mind. I just couldn’t seem to keep my big mouth shut. She sat looking at me for a moment and then said, “Do you consider yourself dominant, submissive, or neutral?”
I immediately replied, “I am a submissive and I find it embarassing. I melt in the presence of a dominant powerful woman. I find it intoxicating when a woman recognizes my submissive tendancies and uses her femininity to control me.”
Dianna said, “Perfect. I no longer want to work for you. Instead of me being your employee, I will be your dominant wife. You will marry me and spend the rest of your life obeying me and serving me.”
I shook my head no but words seemed to fail me. She said, “I drugged you. You are probably so confused about your inability to stop telling me what you are thinking. You knew something was wrong because you are probaby dizzy and a little sick to your stomach. Am I right?”
I said, “Yes Dianna. You are right.”
She smiled and licked her lips like I was her prey. She said, “I put a powerful hypnotic in your soda when you stepped away from your desk. It removed your barriers and allowed you just spill all your thoughts. But it also removes the barriers going the other way as well. I can put my words into your mind. Call it drug induced brainwashing or hypnosis. You will now look into my eyes Steve and you will gladly go along with every suggestion that I give to you.”
She positioned herself directly in front of me and said, “Now Steve. Look deep into my eyes and notice how sleepy you are beginning to feel. Every word I speak becomes your own thoughts. You are so sleepy, so very relaxed. Your eyes are heavy and you are becoming sleepier and sleepier.”
I realized immediately that she was trying to hypnotize me. But she was right about the drugs she gave me. I couldn’t stop the words from flowing from my mouth and now I could not stop her words from flowing right into my brain. I tried to think about something else. I tried to not listen but I suddenly felt my eyes flutter. I felt like I was watching a late night boring television show where sleep wins over and I always miss the end of the show. Sleep was coming for me and I could not stop it.
Dianna said, “You are so helpless now. Take a deep breath in and as you exhale notice how heavy your limbs become. Breathe in and out, in and out, in and out, becoming so heavy that you cannot move a muscle. Your eyes are so heavy and all you want to do is sleep. You want to sleep in hypnotic slumber. Just sleep for me Steve and let me do all your thinking for you. Sleep for your mistress. Sleep. Sleep.”
I felt her hand under my chin as she slowly guided my chin to rest on my chest. I was gone. I had never felt so peaceful. I had never felt so open to someone else’s ideas becoming my own. Her knowledge of chemistry and the human mind was my undoing and all I could do was wait for my brain to be rewired.
She said, “Your physical desire for me has become so overwhelming that it has given way to emotional desire as well. You want me mind, body, and soul. You are so in love with me that you will quite literally do anything for me and will obey me without question. I am your dream woman. I am your queen. I am your goddess. You were born to serve me. You live to serve me and you love to obey me. I own your body and I own your mind. Tell me who owns you.”
I dreamily and happily replied, “I belong to you Goddess.”
Everyone from work was invited to the wedding. As we walked down the aisle I heard people say, “I always thought Steve found her to be annoying. I wonder what changed his mind about her?”
I was the only one who knew what changed my mind and I would take that secret to the grave with me.