“One moment, Valerie.”
Kurt lets Vanessa out of her trance and puts you back under.
“Hey! What are you doing to Valerie?” Your boss asks Kurt, absolutely seething.
“Oh, nothing.”
As Vanessa marches towards Kurt, he starts talking to you, causing Vanessa to stop dead in her tracks as she too gets a massive migraine.
“Valerie...to put it simply, you are the office slut.”
“I’m n-not the o-office slut!” You retort. How dare he say that!
“You are though,” he assures you, swinging the pendulum faster and causing your will to melt. “You’re the office slut.”
“I am...the office slut...” you say despondently. It was true. Anyone would be hard pressed to find a subordinate you haven’t slept with.
“You act, dress, and think like a slut.”
“I act...dress...and think like a slut...” you say, licking your lips as your clothes and makeup become way more provocative (with fishnet underwear). You start getting super horny, too, as your mind is rewired to think like a nymphomaniac. You’ve always had a crazy sex drive, practically begging for a fuck with your every waking moment...even at work.
“Vanessa knows you are a slut, but you are too valuable to let go.”
“My boss knows I’m a slut...but I’m too valuable to let go...” you admit with pride. Oh, if only you could fuck Vanessa. She’s such an elegant, sexy woman. At least she lets you be slutty with no consequences.
“And one more thing,” adds Kurt. “You think Valerie is a boring name.”
“Valerie...IS a boring name!” You exclaim, shocked the thought hadn’t occurred to you sooner. You then suddenly remember that you can’t stand it (not that you really ever had since you were a teenager).
“And it’s a good thing your name is Vivian,”
“Oh...I love my name...” you tell Kurt. “And...I go by Viv...”
“Haha! Excellent!”
At that, Kurt releases you, leaving you and your boss to stumble back to reality with your lives considerably changed even more.