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_ brainwashed _

_ / pt 1. / _

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“You're sure your job hasn't brainwashed you or anything?"

It was a funny question to ask, but then again, Rachel's roommate Anna was a funny girl: always going out on the weekends, bringing guys home. Her voice wasn't even so much accusing as it was genuinely worried. She cocked a hip, then a head, in the direction of Rachel's laptop, which she'd placed out onto the kitchen table alongside a baggie of carrots.

Rachel looked up. “Huh?"

“You know." Anna waved her long nails in the air for emphasis. “For one thing, you're way too happy to keep working through a Saturday night. For another, this is like the sixth time you've turned me down. The club's waiting, babe, and so are the guys!" Her large blue eyes widened, perfect blonde brows rising. Her lashes had been enhanced with a coat of mascara, so long and black they touched her upper cheeks, and her lips were red as sin. “Remember guys? You know, the animals with dicks?"

Rachel, perched before her laptop in a tank top and sweats, looked comparatively plain. Her long brown hair had been coiled into a messy bun at the top of her head, which shook as she smiled and nodded. “Yeah, I remember guys. What about them."

“What about -- girl, when was the last time you got laid? Seriously?"

“Sex just isn't a priority for me right now." Rachel shrugged. “And anyway, I'm trying to get this big promotion coming up. It's really rare for any company to -- "

“ -- To offer people fresh out of college these kinds of opportunities, yeah, I got it, you bring it up every time I ask." Anna's red lips curled down. “I mean, I get it. Like, get that bread, you know? But I work almost as much as you do, and I couldn't hate my job more."

“I don't blame you," said Rachel sympathetically. Even as she spoke, though, her fingers were a flurry on the keyboard, typing in line after line of words she only barely registered. “If I worked as a personal assistant for one of the most perverted guys out there, I'd hate my job, too."

“Yeah, which is why I stop being that girl at five pm every Friday," insisted Anna, who was now using her pumps to click across the floor and examine Rachel's bag of baby carrots. “And I get that your job's all granola-crunchy or whatever, but do they make you go vegan to apply? You never used to eat like this."

“It's a positive lifestyle change." Rachel's eyes were now back on her screen, where the logo for Sleep Spectrum rotated quietly in the background of her document. They'd reportedly paid a lot of money for it to look as soothing as it did, and she liked having it on-screen when she worked. It calmed her down. Made her sleepy yet pleasantly alert, which she guessed was the point. “They encourage it, sure, but it's a choice."

“Okay, but -- "

“Anna," said Rachel, her eyes still on the logo, spinning gently around and around. So safe. So comfortable. “I'm fine. SS takes care of me."

She wasn't looking at her anymore, but from the dull thump on the table and the small tinkle of charms on Anna's bracelet, Rachel guessed the conversation was over. She reached over to put one of the baby carrots into her mouth.

“Fine," said Anna, in a defeated voice. “I'll check back in with you when I get home. Make sure you actually get some fresh air, okay? And get to bed at a decent time."

“Getting to bed is the last thing I'm worried about," replied Rachel, through a mouthful of carrot. “I work for a place called Sleep Spectrum, remember?"

“Yeah." Anna clicked away. Rachel heard the distant sounds of leather sliding against the slick fabric of Anna's dress, then the jangle of keys. Apparently, she'd upset Anna somehow, because there was no goodbye before their apartment door opened and shut behind her.

“Time to relax minds and change lives," Rachel whispered to herself. The company's motto. She looked into the logo once more, the spiral of it tugging her deeper and deeper into the center, where anything was possible. Her fingers were moving several times her previous words-per-minute, the sound of rapid clicking filling the kitchen as she began to blink slowly, and more slowly…

...And woke up in the middle of her shower, the hot water cascading down her hair and face. Apparently, she'd been a little too preoccupied with watching the swirl of suds going down the drain, the bubbles tinted the same purple as the logo she so enjoyed. She remembered getting the suggestion to try this new shampoo from one of her co-workers, in fact. It smelled like lavender and blueberries.

While she might have been a little concerned about losing time before, it was nothing to her now -- almost like a fast-forward in her life, and so hard to feel bad about when her limbs were so heavy and relaxed. She finished with the matching conditioner, smiling as she noted the familiar logo she'd been looking at all evening on the label. Right. It was all coming back to her. Sleep Spectrum didn't just advertise homeopathic paths to a good night's rest; they also made winding down quicker and easier with their line of bath products.

Yawning as she let the conditioner seep into her hair, she lathered up with a matching body wash and let the bubbles slide down the curves of her chest, taking a contented breath as she felt the mounds of foam slip past her large breasts -- and, especially, her large pink nipples. She didn't remember them being so sensitive before, but she didn't mind at all, a moan slipping past her lips as she tenderly caressed one of them and felt how hard it was against her fingers. More bubbles slipped over her stomach, collecting in her belly button, and then down toward her neatly trimmed patch of pubic hair. Getting it uniformly triangular had been a challenge, but there had been something spurring her on; when she'd gotten it right, she'd been ready to squeal from accomplishment. Underneath, between her legs, she was bare and soft.

She tilted her head back and let the water send milky streams of conditioner down her back, blanketing her ass and the new muscle she'd begun to develop there from exercise, and down her strong thighs. All of the thick white covering her body made her giggle, and she luxuriated in it as she slowly began to wash herself off, emerging from the shower in a cloud of steam.

Anna wasn't back yet, but that was to be expected. Rachel checked her phone. It was an hour before midnight, and Anna would be home closer to Rachel's morning run. Rubbing lotion into her skin -- Sleepy brand, of course -- she felt her eyelids getting heavy again, her fingers going in circles all around her body, spirals. Somehow, she thought going to bed naked would be nice.

Her hair was damp when it hit the pillow, but everything smelled like lavender and blueberries and she was only too happy to give into the urge to close her eyes.

Her dreams were...straightforward. Shadowed faces. Bodies approaching, cocks hard. She was naked in the sheets and in her dreams, being nudged down to her knees, mouth being thumbed open. Someone put his cock against her mouth and she purred as he held her there, keeping still for him as he gagged her with it, fucking her face. A soft voice in her ear, repeating words. I am a good girl. I want to make people happy. I am a good girl. I want to make people happy. I am a g --

“Rach -- Rachel?"

Rachel woke. She was dazed, her mouth half-open. Her cheek was sticky with drool. She couldn't remember what she'd been dreaming about, if she'd been dreaming at all, but she rubbed her thighs together and found herself wet.

Anna was knocking at her door, her laptop in her hands, eyes wide.

“Hhyeah?"

“Rachel Anderson," said Anna, eyes sparkling. She was evidently still riding the high of her Saturday night, seeing as Rachel's alarm hadn't gone off yet. “I could kiss you. Do you want me to kiss you?"

“Hunh?"

Anna traipsed in, her lips smudged, and threw her arms around Rachel with loud, giggly glee; neither of them seemed to care very much that Rachel was still as naked as the day she was born.

“You," said Anna, rubbing her floral perfume and tang of raspberry vodka into Rachel's blankets. “You, Rachel Anderson, were not fucking kidding around. Passes to a day at a spa? A spa from your company? What? This is insane!"

“Yuh," said Rachel eloquently. “Yeah-uh. I set that up. Yep."

“Forget everything I said about them. They're obviously so good for you. Hey, when are we going?"

Rachel gently nudged Anna from her chest and rubbed her eyes. “Uh -- whenever you want, I guess. Can -- Can I get some sleep before my run?"

“Yeah yeah yeah," said Anna, squealing as she wobbled back up to a standing position. “Of course! Anything for you, roomie! I've got a guy in the living room anyway -- I think his name was Brad, or Chad, or something, and I've gotta get to -- that." She giggled. “Sorry for the noise! See you tomorrow!"

And there she went.

Rachel, trying to catch her breath from the whirlwind of Anna drunk, breathed deeply into her sheets. Blueberry. Lavender. The ache between her thighs.

And her throat, stretched out with cock…

Her eyelids fluttered.

Somewhere, in the space between her conscious mind and her unconscious mind, she knew that was her job: she wasn't meant to derive pleasure from the act. It was what she'd been hired for.

And to think, she'd been so noncompliant before.

Her eyelids shut, her dreams started right over, a constant cycle of cocks. And cum. And cocks. And cum. Her body burning.

There were other things, things that Rachel didn't know about. Her laptop with its lines and lines of nonsense, mantras, mottos. The alert she'd sent to Human Resources automatically when it was clear Anna's suspicions would hurt Sleepy sales. Every accepted applicant of Sleep Spectrum being more attractive than the last, trained to be corporate cumdumps, tapping happily on their keyboards as one of their superiors fucked into them from behind.

The cock she'd be greeted with when she went into work that Monday morning, and just how vigorously she'd be fucked with it, as routine as getting a cup of spiced chai from the break room.

In her sleep, Rachel sighed. And her mouth opened wide, her throat working as the next man in her dreams used her, tongue lolling out as the thick spray of cum hit her cheeks and chin.