-Your career is not going as you would like it to go and you think you need a boost ? Then I'm the right man for you. Hello, my name is John Doe, and resurrecting fading careers is my job. For the modest sum of $100,000, payable in advance and in cash, nothing is impossible for me. After Harvey Weinstein's reign of terror in recent years, I believe it is time that someone who is honest and with good morals, driven solely by his love of art, takes charge.

John bursted out laughing in front of his computer. For the third time today, he was playing the commercial he had had published earlier in the week, and this last sentence still didn’t fail to make him laugh. He sighed with satisfaction. Los Angeles…he was going to like it here. He looked around the vast apartment above the Hollywood walk of fame that he had just bought for an impressive sum. Most people could never have afford it, but John had this special power : he knew how to change reality itself. Sometimes, he would meet a woman, stare her in the eyes, and tell her she was a mindless bimbo with no other ambition in life than sucking his yummy cock. The second after he said it, instead of getting slapped in the face like anyone else would have, he would just see the woman change in front of his eyes, while her mind was being washed away. He had had this power for a while now, and he was still enjoying it to the fullest. But after years of manipulating and transforming random strangers, he wanted to reach another dimension. Hollywood was full of celebrities, gorgeous actresses and artists that most people could only dream to approach. But not John. He knew the whole show-biz industry was about to be changed for good.

-Your coffee, Mr. Doe.

John looked for a moment at the young woman who had just appeared in the room, a brunette with long hair, dressed in an elegant skirt and blouse.

-Thank you, Kristin," he said, passing his hand under her skirt, feeling the rounded buttocks, the inner thighs, then letting his fingers slowly approach her pussy.

-Mr. Doe," she whispered, looking down,"please... I'm married.

John laughed. When she applied for the position of assistant for the company John was about to build, Kristin probably thought it was a fine move. But she had no idea who her future employer really was. When she signed the contract, he had told her that she would now be unable to resign or disobey his orders. Since then, she was more or less his prisoner. A few years ago, John would probably have made her a brainless bimbo, with giant funbags for breasts and a libido high enough to make the world’s entire male population wonder if they are the father if she ever got pregnant. But John had since evolved, and the idea of having someone close to him who feared him, hated each of their interactions, but was unable to do anything about it, was quite amusing.

-I'm kidding, of course," John said.

Suddenly, without warning, he slipped his index finger under his employee's panties and pushed it deep into her vagina. Kristin starteld, obviously desperately wanting to slap him, but unable to do anything. John laughed and removed his finger, leaving Kristin shaking.

-Can I go now, Mr. Doe?

-I'm not holding you back. So, who is our first client today?

07/12/2020 update : see my next stories on my Patreon : https://www.patreon.com/zbloutch