While Sara was getting comfortable in her office, Cindy straightened her skirt and entered the back conference room. Her eyes widened at the sight of her attractive client. Miss Quinn was getting coffee at a table near the far wall, her back turned away from the door. The raven haired beauty stood about 5-10, but looked taller with her gorgeous, closed toe, 2 inch emerald heels. Cindy's eyes drifted up her client's tone legs clad in mid-sheer black hose. The encased gams rose into a black pencil skirt with a slight slit in the back for easier movement. Above that, Miss Quinn wore a satin, multi string sleeveless blouse that matched her heels. Despite being in a braided bun, Cindy could tell her client's silky hair was long, at least shoulder length.
Cindy took a deep breath and stepped further into the room. "Good morning Miss Quinn." The client put a bit of cream into her freshly poured coffee and turned around. Her deep, amber eyes immediately drew Cindy's focus. "Please, call me Nancy. Are you ready to begin?"
Cindy nodded, walked to the front of the room, placed her laptop on the desk and hooked it into the projector. Nancy sat on the left side of the table and opened her own laptop to take notes. "Based on the product images you sent," Cindy began, "I have made some mock up's for packaging that will catch consumer's eyes." Cindy opens the first image, it shows a softball sized, emerald plastic orb resting halfway in a rounded, black base that wraps around it. The base is adorned with the product's name and branding in sci-fi fronted lettering that matches the orb in color. "I thought it would be fun to play with the shape of your product."
Miss Quinn types a few notes, looks at Cindy and slimes with her plump, dark red lips. "May I ask your inspiration for this design?"
"Of course, the design is inspired by egg packaging that pantyhose used to come in."
"I thought as much," Nancy replies," I find it quite interesting that you chose hosiery packaging as inspiration without any knowledge about my product's function."
"Well," Cindy explains, "I assumed it to be some kind of updated version of an Alexa."
Nancy types more notes, then looks back at Cindy. "I knew you were the right person for the job. Your packaging captures the essence of my product perfectly. However, I do have one change I'd like you to make."
"I work for you Miss Quinn, I can alter anything you want."
"Instead of being twist off, I'd like the plastic shell to retract into the base."
"Not a problem, I can do that."
Nancy smiles and lets out a light, sultry laugh. "Very good, I guess there is only one thing left to do."
Cindy, wanting the word contract to come from her client's lips, cautiously replies, "what's that?"
Miss Quinn pulls a small box from her bag, places it on the table and gently slides it towards Cindy. "Product testing."
Slowly, Cindy opens the box and inside finds a green orb wrapped in thin white paper. "So, what does it do?"
"Take off the paper and find out," Nancy answers.
Cindy does so and mere seconds after the paper is pulled away, the orb takes on a bright, emerald glow and shoots a pair of energy beams into Cindy's eyes. Cindy's eyes widen as the emerald beams continue to fill them. Suddenly, Nancy closes the box, cutting the beams off. "That should be enough for a test." She gets up from her seat and approaches Cindy who's standing in a trance like state. "Cindy, can you hear me?"
"Yes," she replies in monotone.
"Good," I really like your white nylons, remove the rest of your clothing so I can get a better look."
"I obey." First, Cindy slips from her heels and lightly kicks them aside. Then, she unfastens her belt, allowing her skirt to fall to the ground. After stepping out of the fallen garment, Cindy removes her panties, blouse and bra. She tosses them in a pile with her skirt and returns to a still posture.
As Miss Quinn is about to give more commands, she hears a noise from the door. "Shit, forgot to lock it." Nancy creeps to a spot behind the door and waits.
"What the hell?" Sara says while slowly entering the room. "Cindy, are you alright?"
While waiting for a reply from her entranced friend, Sara is grabbed from behind. She tries to yell for help but is muffled by Nancy's hand. "Your friend has decided to join us, let's show her the wonders of my product."
"I obey," Cindy drones while picking up the box and approaching her struggling friend. "All will obey."
