
TODO: open with a quote from the Americans with Disabilities Act

Rodney pulled up the resume of his project management intern and
looked it over with the same annoyance he had since Nancy asked him
to take the girl on for the summer. Gigi Holmes was woefully
under-qualified. She had just graduated from high school and didn't
have any business school or even undergraduate college experience.
She had never had a job of any sort before, not even scooping ice
cream or working at a summer camp. The best qualification she had
was organizing a disability rights group in high school. She was
probably related to Nancy in some way. He would just have to make
the best of the situation. He had already talked it over with Clair,
his team's PM who would be mentoring Gigi, and they had agreed that
they would not give the girl too many responsibilities. Hopefully it
wouldn't be too disruptive.

Rodney's brooding was interrupted when he got a call from the front
desk telling him that his intern had arrived. He closed the tab
and got up. His eyes practically fell out of his head when he got
to the main lobby. The most beautiful girl he had ever seen stood
in front of the desk. A thick mane of dyed pink hair hung down to the
small of her back. Her hair framed a face that would make any model he had ever
seen sick with jealousy sat atop an elegant neck. She wore a tight
red turtleneck that strained over breasts larger than her head and
cinched tight around a tiny waist with the help of a thin black
belt. The outlines of an industrial looking bra could be seen
through the clingy turtleneck, but despite the heavy duty garment
dents were visible where robust nipples dented both layers of
fabric. Her wide hips and bulging butt would have made any rap video
dancer jealous with their succulent meatiness as they stretched out
a tight mid-thigh length skirt. She was already quite tall, but the
shiny black fuck-me boots she wore gave her what looked like a six
inch boost. At the sight of her, Rodney could feel himself immediately
growing hard. If he had been able to look away from his new intern,
he would have noticed a similar look on the receptionist's face.

"Hi, I'm uhhhh-Rodney," he struggled to focus on her face. It was
a task made harder by the fact that her massive boobs were right
at face height.

"Hi Rodney! It's so good to meet you in person! I'm Gigi," she gushed
in a bubbly voice that got Rodney's dick throbbing even harder. Up
close, she smelled of vanilla and sandlewood.

"Yes, great to meet you," Rodney repeated in a slightly dazed tone.
"Well, umm, I can give you the tour?"

"Awesome!" Gigi gave a little bounce which set her hefty bosom
jiggling, then followed Rodney as he lead her deeper into the building.

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"So, ummm, to register a new, ummmm, supplier in the system, we need to
start the TSD process," Clair explained to Gigi, doing her best to focus
through the haze of lust the girl's presence was kicking up in her. Clair's
panties were soaked through and she could feel the heat of her arousal
building steadily. You might have thought she would have had a chance to
adjust to her overwhelmingly sexy intern over the last week, but instead
the opposite had occurred. It seemed like every time Clair smelled Gigi's
intoxicating sandalwood and vanilla scent, she feel further and further under
the girl's spell. Clair had always considered herself straight before Gigi
started working at Initrode, but the pink haired bombshell had quickly unlocked
a new dimension of her mentor's sexuality. Indeed, since Gigi started working
with her, Clair hadn't once been interested in a man. Next to the curvy beauty,
men just didn't seem interesting anymore.

"How do we start the process?" Gigi asked. Clair was clearly all over the
place. She had just spaced out staring at Gigi's tits after her halting
introduction to the process she was supposed to be explaining. Gigi was
used to this sort of reaction from everyone, but she still found it annoying.
There was a time when it would have taken months for someone to get this
far gone, but Gigi's disability had been getting more and more pronounced
as she got older.

"R-right, well, you have to go to the CRM tool-"

"What does CRM stand for?"

"Customer, ummmm, Relationship Management," Clair explained.

"Ok, thanks," Gigi arched her back as she pulled her hair back behind her
shoulders. She felt a buzz of smugness at the way the older woman sitting
next to her seemed unable to take her eyes off the prominent bumps her thick
nipples made in her tight sweater. She snapped her fingers and pointed,
"eyes up here Clair."

Clair reddened, "S-sorry."

"What do you do once you go to the CRM tool?" Gigi prompted.

"Well, you, umm," Clair stumbled along in her explanation. She rambled
quite a bit, unable to focus as she normally would so close to Gigi's
incredible body. Fortunately, Gigi had a lot of practice with interpreting
people who had gone scatterbrained with lust, and she was clever enough to
fill in the blanks from the poorly written documentation on the process
Clair was explaining she had read before the meeting.

"Thanks for showing this to me. I'll get started on the UAT flow for Chimes."
Gigi stood up and walked out of the room, her six stiletto boots clicking with
every step. After she left, Clair made a beeline for the bathroom and plunged
her hand down the front of her panties the moment she was alone in a stall.
It didn't take her long to cum.

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The scent of vanilla and sandalwood filled Rodney's office as Gigi walked
in. Like a well trained dog, his cock had started to stiffen the moment he
heard the distinctive click of her heels. When she actually came into view
he felt the first dribbles of precum start to ooze out of his dick. His attraction
for the sexy young intern had not died down at all since she had arrived.
One might think that exposure would have allowed him to get used to the pink
haired beauty's sex appeal and do a better job of ignoring it, but the opposite
had happened. It seemed like every morning his body reacted with double or triple
the intensity that it had the day before. Gigi's wardrobe hadn't helped at all.
Her outfit on the first day had been professional, if barely, but she had been
displaying more and more of her considerable cleavage and long shapely legs
on each of the subsequent days she had come into the office. Today she wore
nothing but a red miniskirt, a black leather bustier that shoved her boobs
up like a corset while leaving her perfectly flat tummy and tight waist on display,
and of course her distinctive six inch spike fuck-me boots.

"Rodney, thanks for meeting me."

Rodney was unable to look away from the pale mounds of her cleavage.

"I was hoping I wouldn't need to make a big deal of this, but it seems like it
might be a good idea to get this out into the open. I have a disability that
seems like it is going to impact my ability to get work done."

Rodney continued to stare.

"Aren't you going to ask me about my disability? No? Well, I guess that kinda
prove my point. You see, the problem is that I'm just too sexy. Everyone who
meets me gets so horny and turned on that all they want to do is stare at me
in helpless lust. It didn't used to be so bad, but the older I get the sexier
I get. I mean, look at you, you're totally helpless. It's a real drag. I mean
I can't have a conversation with you like this," the scantily clad bombshell
complained. "And it's not like it's only men that are susceptible. Women fall
for me just as fast. Anyway, I'm going to need some accommodations to deal with
this."

Rodney finally managed to speak, "A-a-accommodations?"

"Yeah, I need you to agree to focus better." The sexy intern said it matter of factly
as if her mere presence was not making that totally impossible.

"H-how?"

"Well you see part of being incredibly sexy is that everyone wants to make me happy.
You want to make me happy, don't you Rodney?" she cooed, "yeah, I can tell you do,
and if I just waited a few months my sexy pheromones would make it so that you would
do anything for me, even something that seems impossible like focusing when I'm around.
Months is way too long though, I shouldn't have to wait to be accommodated." She
walked around his desk, her heels clicking, "You're going to have to speed things up
for me." She reached under her skirt to take hold of her thong and slid it down her
long, perfect legs. Sitting down on his desk, she spread her legs. The vanilla and
sandalwood scent intensified and she reached up to grab Rodney's head, worming strong
fingers through his hair with surprising force before pulling his face roughly down
between her legs. "Lick," he immediately obeyed her imperious command. "That's it,
mmmmmmmmm, Rodney, can you feel my juices speeding things up. They're making you
my slave, mmmmmmm, yeah, the important thing about living with disabilities is to
develop effective coping strategies and this is mine. I'm gonna make you my slave
with my sexy pussy. Don't you just love the idea of doing whatever I ask because
my perfect body has completely fucking broken your will?" Gigi let out a series
of soft moans as Rodney continued to desperately lick. The stimulation of his
tongue was driving her wild, but it was the knowledge of what her feminine juices
were doing to him that really pushed him over the edge and sent her into a quivering
orgasm.

Once her legs stopped quivering, Gigi shoved Rodney back into his chair. She raised
one of her long legs and shoved him against the wall with her boot, "kiss it," she
shoved the sole roughly in his face. Her boss immediately did as ordered and Gigi
smirked, "thanks for being so willing to accommodate me." She scoped up her panties
and tossed them to him, "you can keep these as a reminder that I own you now." The
dominant pink haired beauty rose languidly to her feet and strutted out of Rodney's
office.

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Normally, Clair, as the PM for the team, would have been the one running the
planning meeting, but now the idea that she would do so seemed absurd. Gigi had
explained that her disability meant that people had a hard time dealing with it
when she wasn't in charge, so to accommodate her the team should let her act as
the manager for the rest of the summer. That had seemed like a good idea to everyone.
The eighteen year old exuded such a dominant aura that it did feel weird to treat her
like a subordinate or even a peer despite the fact that on paper the sexy intern was
the lowest on the totem pole.

Gigi was ten minutes late, and normally the meeting would have started by now
or dispersed, but given that it was Gigi's meeting, everyone was going to wait
quietly for her to show up for the full scheduled duration and possibly even longer
than that. Fortunately, they didn't have to wait that long as the distinctive clicking
of spike heels on the hard floor filled the air. Gigi swept into the room wearing a
pink pleated mini-skirt cut high enough that the bottom half of her huge flawless
ass was on display. She had swapped her typical fuck-me boots out for some pink platform
heels to put more of her mouthwatering legs on display. A pink tube top smaller than
most bras only just covered her nipples and left several inches of under-boob on display.
"Awww, look at you, just sitting their waiting for me to arrive. You're such good pets."
the young sex bomb cooed at the sight of her team sitting around the conference table.

She strutted into the room and stepped up on the table, "Kisses for your Mistress."
Each of her coworkers dutifully bent down and planted a kiss on the shiny pink surface
of her heels. Gigi had explained that it was important for them to kiss her shoes when
they greeted her in order to accommodate her disability. She got anxious if people around
her were not her devoted slaves, and the gesture of submission helped set her mind at
ease. When each of Gigi's coworkers looked up at the domineering girl looming above
them, they could see that she wasn't wearing any panties. If the sight of her perfect
shaven pussy wasn't enough to push them over the edge the looming mass of her under-boob
cleavage finished the job. Gigi smirked to herself as she watched the professionals at
her feet succumb to her overwhelming sexuality.

"Ok, I know you all want to worship me all day, but we have things to do people. Focus
for Gigi." At her words, the team stopped staring and immediately focused on their jobs.
"Nancy, put the slides up," she casually ordered. The older woman fiddled with her laptop
to obey. Gigi pursed her lips in annoyance at the delay, but before to long Nancy got
it working. "So I've been speaking with Victor to understand team priorities
for Q4 and H1 of next year," she started, referring to Rodney's boss. "And I've put together
a plan that, while ambitious, I believe should be achievable and allow us to deliver
significant impact for the company. Next slide Nancy."

Gigi explained the plan she had put together. By rights Rodney and Nancy should have been
the ones to create the plan, but they had not heard anything about this plan before this
meeting. The slides were extremely well put together, fastidiously backed up with data from
both internal and external sources, and well thought out. Gigi's presentation was lucid and
quite easy to understand, presenting complex topics in simple and approachable phrasing and
presenting a clear vision for how the team to achieve what she was asking of them. Rodney
doubted he and Nancy could have done half as good a job as the teenage girl with no relevant
experience appeared to have done. As well presented and explained as the plan was, it was
very ambitious. Pulling it off would require everyone on the team, especially the engineers,
to work long hours.

"Mistress Gigi, I'm worried about the heat sink redesign project. We'll need to work with the
ME group, and their priorities might not be aligned with ours," Mike, one of the engineers on
the team, spoke up.

"That's a good point. I've already had a chat with the ME group leads and they've agreed that
getting this project done is a top priority. They want to help make sure that I have as much
impact as possible during my time here." The fact that she phrased the re-prioritization as a way
to help her personally might normally have raised a few eyebrows, but everyone in the room could
understand why helping the achingly sexy girl in front of them was important. A tacit understanding
had spread through the whole building that making sure Gigi had a good intern experience was the
company's top priority, with shareholder value a distant second. Fortunately for Initrode shareholders,
Gigi was ambitious and smart enough that the two goals were in alignment.

People asked questions and discussed various points of the plan for the rest of the meeting. Gigi
expertly fielded all the questions. If anyone in the room had retained their free will, they
might have been comforted by the surprising competence of the bubblegum princess who had
so casually taken over.

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Gigi was late again. Nancy was sure that the intern was doing it on purpose to send a message
about her time being more valuable than the time of the executives gathered in the conference
room. The arrogance of the girl should have been galling, but instead it was arousing. While
she waited, Nancy found herself imagining the dominant girl pinning her to the ground with
one of those massive heels she was so fond of.

Finally, after all the senior leaders of Initrode had been waiting around for 20 minutes, the
distinctive click of Gigi's heels filled the air. She swept into the room wearing her fuck-me
boots, a tight black skirt that only just covered her crotch, and a white button down
shirt small enough that it was unable to close over her massive bust. Her shirt was open
wide enough that if it were not for her lacy pink plunge bra, her aureole would have been
visible. "Thank you for waiting," she said, pulling her laptop out of her stylish briefcase
and plugging it into the projector.

David, the CEO of Initrode, who had heard a lot about the precocious intern, but hadn't himself
met her, goggled at the sight of her. He had been fully planning to chew out the young upstart
when she arrived, but now that he was faced by the reality of her he found he couldn't quite
find the words to do it.

The projector warmed up and Gigi launched into the company strategy for the next five years.
She was supposed to just be presenting a proposal, but she didn't speak as if it was a proposal.
All of her phrasing and word choice indicated that she had decided that this was the way things
were going to go, and she expected the assembled executives to obey her decisions.

After a few slides, she broke off, "are you even listening? Half of you are just staring at my
tits. I should have realized my disability would interfere with this. Ok, fine, let's get this
over with." She strutted over to the table next to David, hopping up to plunk her plush ass on
the hardwood next to him and spreading her legs. It was evident that she was not wearing any panties
as her distinctive vanilla and sandalwood musk filled the air. She grabbed David by the back of
the head, twining her fingers through his hair, and shoved his face into her pussy, "I need you
all to accommodate my disability," she explained. "You see, I'm just way too sexy, so you can't
function normally around me. To fix that, I'm going to break you and make you my sex slaves. Sound
good?" The executives that she had not yet enslaved, about half of them, could only stare at the
curvaceous girl in awe, unable to do anything to save themselves. Gigi giggled at their slack
faces, "good, glad you're willing to be so accommodating."

One by one, she called the unbroken executives forward and gave them a face full of her mind-melting
pussy. She timed it well, so that her arousal built to a climax when she broke the last one.
Afterwards, she gave them a quick hypnotic induction and implanted her usual commands about
obeying and serving her.

Once she had gotten that squared away, Gigi straightened her clothes and walked over to the lectern
to take up her presentation once more. She restarted from the top. One might have expected a recent
high school graduate to have developed a crazy corporate strategy that hyper-focused on one thing
that caught their imagination and was light on data. Instead, Gigi's presentation sounded like it
came from someone who had been at the top of their class in Harvard Business School and then spent
twenty years gaining experience in the industry. She had identified key weaknesses with their current
posture that seemed obvious once she pointed them out. She had apparently been talking with several
adjacent industry players and convinced them to partner with Initrode on some fairly favorable terms.
No doubt her negotiations were aided by the fact that no one who had seen her could say no to the
dominant vixen. By the time she finished speaking, the executives were all convinced that they would
have gone with her plan even if she hadn't just rewired their minds with her pussy juice.

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