Dollar Swine

*Answer me. Did you stiff Owen Novak on purpose?* It had been a while since Faria had been forced to reinforce a command with her vocal talent. But this was her trump card. No one had ever been able to resist a direct hypnotic order.

Blair let out a little scream of frustration as the answer was forcefully ripped from her. "Ahhhh! Yes, God damn it! Fine! I stiffed the bastard! I would do it again! His party sucked!" She was pumped back up into anger again from her forced admission, red in the face and breathing heavily.

Perfect. Just one more formality to take care of.

Faria gave her standard offer.

"By requesting my services to be performed on you, my client has wronged you at least as much as you have wronged them. Therefore I will offer you a chance to escape what is about to happen. The fee charged to my client in this instance was $1,000. If you are willing to double that price, I will offer you the chance to simply walk away, or craft a reversed punishment for him. Are you interested?"

Blair laughed scornfully. "Two thousand dollars? That's it? A small price to pay to never see your sorry ass again. Give me five minutes to call my dad and he'll wire it to you directly."

Faria's devilish grin felt like it would split her face.

"I didn't ask your father to pay me two thousand dollars. I asked you. Do you have two thousand dollars I'm asking for?"

A look of bewilderment crossed Blair's face, wiping away the confident sneer that had been there a moment before. "Do I? I mean... what? I don't really... I normally just..." she floundered helplessly.

Faria couldn't contain a silvery peal of laughter. "Oh Blair dear, you have a lot to learn about money. Luckily your Auntie Faria is here to teach you alllll about it. Let's start with lesson one."

She dropped her light tone and smirked across the desk at her confused target.

*Take off your pants*

...

Blair Beaumont stared daggers at Faria over her desk. Above the waist, she wore professional business attire, while below the waist only a tiny black thong covered her soft, round nakedness. Faria was pleased to see her suspicions confirmed.

"Good girl." Said Faria pleasantly, neatly folding Blair's pants and setting them aside, "That wasn't so hard, was it? Now we both have a good sense of who wears the pants in this conversation." Faria couldn't help but chuckle a little at her own terrible pun.

"Fuck you!" snarled the fiery little brat sitting pantsless in her cheap office chair, "You're not going to get away with this, you know that right? I've got the best lawyers in the state, and you're committing a shitload of crimes right now."

Faria shrugged. She had heard it all before. "Oh, but I've gotten away with exactly this sort of thing before, honey. Dozens of times. The secret is that, as upset as you are right now, you won't remember it at all tomorrow. Now, enough chit-chat. We have some important business, you and I."

Even in her compromised position, Blair's sultry features twisted into a mocking sneer. "I don't have any business with you, you freaky fucking bitch. Get the fuck out of my office before you make me really pissed."

Faria had to admire the stunning arrogance that it took for Blair to stay on her high horse even when forced to strip in her own office. But this little brat was taking things too far. There were limits to Faria's patience, and Faria had no desire to spend an entire afternoon being talked to this way.

Faria rose from her chair and slowly moved around the desk, Blair glaring up at her with defiant eyes. She circled the chair where her bottomless captive sat and paused behind her, reaching down to cup the young woman's face in her hand. "My, my Ms. Beaumont, you do have a filthy, filthy mouth." Faria stretched her thumb to Blair's lips and pressed in gently, relishing the outraged look in the little brat's eyes.

*Suck it. Gently.*

Faria watched with amusement as Blair's lips slid slightly apart, reluctantly admitting Faria's well-manicured digit. Blair's eyes remained filled with hate as her mouth gently suckled like a baby, submissive and obedient to Faria's command. Faria pressed her thumb down onto Blair's tongue, just enough to assert her dominance and make Blair understand that, right now, Faria controlled... no, she owned Blair's bratty little mouth. Blair's eyes flashed with anger, but her body understood Faria's command. Her sharp little tongue swirled and wriggled around the invasive thumb like it was a miniature cock, eager to please.

"Like it or not, you and I DO have business, Ms. Beaumont. But there is no reason why I can't mix business and pleasure. We're going to play a little game. Every time you show me how dirty your mouth is, I'm going to make you do something else dirty. Understand? And if you test my patience too many times..."

Faria withdrew her thumb from Blair's mouth with a pop and held it in front of the young woman's lovely face. "...I'm going to shove this thumb deep between your big fat cheeks and fuck your ass with it until you beg me to stop."

Finally, Blair's eyes held a shade of fear along with their anger. Perfect.

"Now that we understand each other, I have a few questions, honey." Said Faria smoothly, returning to her side of the desk. "It's a little surprising to me that someone with multiple failed businesses is living the life of luxury that you do. Nice car, cute apartment, chic clothes. I've done my research. How can you afford it?"

Blair's eyes remained locked on Faria's thumb, her mouth pulled down into a frown. She visibly kept a tight leash on her emotions as Faria's control compelled her to answer. "My father loves me. Maybe you don't know what that's like, but he isn't going to let me live in squalor just because of a few setbacks."

"Oooorrrrr, to put it another way," said Faria with a mocking smile, "Daddy pays for everything, and you've never had to worry about money."

Blair's face colored and she bit her lip, saved from being forced to answer by the fact that Faria hadn't phrased her barb as a question.

"So that explains how you can afford to be such a condescending bitch to poor Mr. Novak. Best case, he backs down and you owe nothing, worst case, Daddy foots the bill. I've got to say, Blair, your life defines privilege."

This time, Blair rose to the taunt, snapping, "There's that word. I was wondering when it would come up. People like Owen and you love to screech 'privilege, privilege, oh my God, what a spoiled princess' whenever anything goes right for me or my family." She leaned back and crossed her legs, one thick naked thigh squishing against the other. It was a casual gesture that probably demonstrated Blair's condescending nonchalance well in normal circumstances, but in her current state, it only emphasized her humiliating near-nudity more. Faria stifled a laugh as Blair continued, " My dad worked his hands to the bone to get to where he is today, and I work hard every day of my life. Lazy morons like you two should maybe just think about your own failure rather than obsessing over our success. When I hear 'privilege', I can only think of another word 'jealousy'. "

Faria snorted and shook her head. Blair was in dire need of a reality check, and the fact that no one had given her one yet spoke volumes about her sheltered life. Well, the reality check that Faria and Owen had planned for Blair was so humiliating and ego-shattering that the bratty little monster in front of Faria right now wouldn't even be recognizable when they were done.

"Sorry, honey. I'm fairly certain that I'm more wealthy than your father. Why would I be jealous of the wealth of a little girl who has never made a cent of her own money?"

Blair's shining hazel eyes blazed with outrage, and her careful control shattered. "You know what? Fuck you, you self-righteous bitch! Keep this bullshit out of my damn face!"

Faria flashed a wide predatory grin. "Oh Ms. Beaumont... you were doing so well. But now... I think you've given up your panty privileges. I did warn you, you know."

Blair's smug, confident features froze in disbelief at what Faria had said. The bratty little bitch still didn't quite realize the position that Faria had her in.

*Stand up*

On shaking legs, fighting ineffectually against the command every inch of the way, Blair Beaumont rose to her feet, her wide squishy hips coming into view above the desk. A tiny black thong hugged the triangle between her thick thighs tightly.

*Take off your panties.*

Blair's face twisted with frustration and wasted effort in her attempt to stop her traitorous hands. But despite her struggle, Blair hooked her thumbs under the tiny black strings on either hip.

*Wait.*

Blair froze, unmistakable relief flooding her expression.

*Turn around. Bend at the waist as you remove them.* said Faria, relishing the quick look of outraged shock on Blair's face before the young woman was compelled to turn on her heel and present her enormous backside to Faria's view.

Blair's thumbs pulled down, the thin strings of her thong biting into the wide, soft swell of her butt as she bent forward, stiff-kneed, to remove it. Finally, the black scrap of cloth escaped the warm squishy prison that held it and dangled loose around her knees, revealing a smooth little pussy and the tiniest glimpse of a tight, rosy asshole between her big luscious cheeks.

Then, Blair was straightening, her task completed. Faria rose again, moving around the trembling woman to stand in front of her. Faria stared down hard from her commanding height into Blair's eyes. The defiance was still there, but shaken. The bratty woman couldn't help but let her eyes flick down once again to Faria's thumb. Faria's face was painted with a nasty grin. There was nothing better than cracking a brat's resistance. Making them submit, despite their pathetic attempts at defiance. She held out her hand, palm up, causing Blair to flinch. Faria didn't say a word, didn't compel Blair hypnotically, but her desire was obvious. Blair reached out a shaking hand and dropped her tiny thong into Faria's demanding palm. Faria didn't need her voice to tame women like Blair.

Faria did a slow circle, taking her time to admire Blair's now fully revealed lower half. The brat's tiny thong hadn't hidden much, but the psychological difference between nearly naked and completely exposed was massive, for both subject and viewer. The cruel hypnotist traced a fingernail along the soft globe of one butt cheek, sending a gentle shudder through Blair. "What's your secret, dear?" She asked curiously, "Squats? Surgery?"

"Are you kidding?" Asked Blair shakily, "As if I wanted this thing to grow! I need to diet and exercise constantly just to shrink it. Every calorie I eat seems to go straight to my f-... I mean, my flipping butt.

Faria's mouth fell open slightly as she rested a hot palm on the swell of Blair's huge ass. "You mean it gets bigger?" She asked in stunned disbelief.

"Yes," said Blair miserably. Faria couldn't help smiling as she imagined it. Well, time to get to work.

"I'm going to put you into programming mode now, honey." Said Faria in a soft, gentle voice. For the moment, Blair's expressive eyebrows were drawn together in concern, her curvy lips trembling. Awww, the poor baby. Under her spiky outer shell, Blair was just a scared little girl after all. "Think of it like... a thought remodel. I'm going to change the way you think about a couple of things. After a few rounds of programming, we will have a brand new you."

Blair looked like she was about to say something, but now wasn't the time for discussion.

*Close your eyes and breathe deeply. Relax, deeper and deeper. Calmer and calmer. Head empty and receptive. Good girl.* Blair's lovely face smoothed out completely, sinking into a trance. Faria moved back to her chair, the view of Blair was even better from this side. After a moment of thought, she decided to make things a little more entertaining for herself.

*Sway your hips as I talk*

Blair obeyed immediately, her wide hips moving lazily in broad, fluid movements, sending her fantastic ass swaying in a fascinating, jiggling rhythm with each change in direction. Faria leaned back in her chair and feasted her eyes. You had to find pleasure in your work wherever you could.

*The next words that I say will be your new thoughts. They will replace your old way of thinking completely, like they were always yours*

*I must pay Owen Novak back in full. If I don't, something terrible will happen.* There was no need to specify. Blair's imagination would do the rest of the work.

"-something terrible will happen," Blair repeated in a soft undertone, just a moment after Faria spoke, a sign that the pattern of thought was being accepted and absorbed.

*I can't ask my Daddy for money anymore. I am a grown woman, and it is too embarrassing to depend on him for money.*

"-for money." This was key. Let's see how long it takes little miss self-made woman to squirm once she is forced to cut herself off.

*I would do anything to make money: making money is my most important goal in life.*

"-important goal in life." This one was probably close to what Blair already believed, but was a key building block for later programming.

Faria was about to end the round of programming when a wicked thought occurred to her. She stared at Blair's softly swaying, jiggly rear and remembered what the girl had said about her ass growing whenever she ate. Blair Beaumont was keeping her big juicy butt from reaching its full potential, and Faria felt like she owed it to the world to fix that. It would also serve her right for being such a little brat.

*I just can't stop myself from pigging out a little*

"-pigging out a little."

*I hate exercise. It's difficult and boring.*

"-difficult and boring."

Faria couldn't wait to see Blair's ass grow even fuller and juicier than it already was.

That should be enough to get her started. It was time to craft the next level. She needed to probe Blair a bit deeper before she could proceed. She snapped her fingers to call Blair out of her trance.

"I have some more questions, Ms. Beaumont. Stop shaking your ass and have a seat."

...

Blair Beaumont sat in her car outside the offices of Novak Events, chewing a thumbnail irritably. Every instinct screamed at her that Owen Novak was a poor little nobody that she could safely ignore. And yet...

Every night this week she had tossed and turned in bed, her mind conjuring up worst-case scenarios. A hot-shot lawyer taking Owen's case and suing for costs and damages. Owen going to the press and dragging her family name through the mud. Owen calling the police on her for theft. For some reason, every nightmare had been absurdly tinged with erotic tension, with Owen defeating her... making her submit. They were all ridiculous scenarios. She had checked and double-checked with her family legal team: Owen Novak was simply not someone to worry about. But her mind kept gnawing on the issue, conjuring images of Owen's plain, working-class face sneering at her as he found a way to ruin her life. It infuriated her that she woke up with soaked panties every time.

She was out of other options. Against the advice of her lawyers, she would have to meet Owen face to face, if only to quiet her paranoid mind. It certainly had nothing to do with Owen's maddening, sexually thrilling dominance in her erotic nightmares. It was strictly business.

But she wasn't sure what good a meeting would do: she didn't have the money to pay Owen right now. She had a rent payment coming up in a few days, but when she picked up the phone to call her dad and ask him to handle it, for some reason she couldn't bring herself to go through with the call. It didn't make any sense... her new business wasn't off the ground yet, and she simply had no way of paying for rent from her own budget. But for some reason, the thought of asking her father for money caused a powerful whole-body cringe. The anxiety about her upcoming rent was starting to wear on her. Hopefully, she could come to some sort of agreement with this catering asshole and reduce some of her stress.

Blair finally steeled herself and got out of the car, marching with determined steps into the small office of Novak Events. She had half hoped that Owen wouldn't be available, but he was right there as she entered the building, chatting to the receptionist and wearing a checked shirt, rugged jeans, and a white apron. He looked over as the door swung open, noticing Blair immediately. An open smile crossed his face.

"Blair Beaumont. Well well well, I'm pleased to see you. Come to talk business?" Owen's honest, sky-blue eyes held nothing but faint amusement.

Blair narrowed her eyes. Something was off. Owen did look pleased to see her, but not surprised. Two weeks ago, she wouldn't have been caught dead walking into this office. Where had his confidence come from? She should turn around right now and walk out the door... And toss and turn, sweating with anxiety for another week of sleepless nights, feeling Owen gloating superiority torment her in her dreams. No. It had to end today. She forced a pleasant expression onto her face. "Good to see you too, Owen! Yes, I thought we could discuss our little disagreement like adults rather than this sniping back and forth."

Owen just smiled, and wordlessly gestured her back to his office. Owen kept the space as neat as a pin, although the numerous post-it notes and memos on his desk revealed how swamped his small business really was.

"So, let's talk money." Said Owen brusquely, leaning back against his desk and motioning for her to have a seat. Blair obeyed, sitting down on the guest chair. In this position, Owen loomed above her with his tall, imposing frame. Whether intentionally or not, his looming presence looking down on her was a little intimidating. Blair usually hated it when men tried to use their physical strength to impress her. This time, it sent a curious thrill up her spine, for reasons she couldn't quite explain.

"You owe me... well, I've given you an itemized list before," continued Owen, "Let's just say "a lot" for the purposes of this conversation. I hope you're here to tell me that you're paying me back."

Blair squirmed a little in her seat. "Ummm, well... not exactly. I'm not actually able to pay you back right this second. I just stopped by to tell you that I do intend to pay you back, but it might take me a while."

Owen looked unimpressed. "Uh-huh. And how much will you be paying today?"

Blair was annoyed to feel a blush creeping into her cheeks. Why was she embarrassed? She was doing this loser a favor by even agreeing to pay him eventually when she could get away with not paying. "Nothing today." She said curtly.

"So let me get this straight," said Owen, leaning forward enough to make Blair shy backward, "Your Highness has deigned to come into my business today to tell me that she still isn't going to be paying me anything, but might consider paying me later. I'm so grateful. May I kiss your shoes, my lady?"

Blair had come into the office a little anxious about Owen's reaction, but it wasn't in her nature to take this kind of abuse lying down. She screwed up her courage and leaned forward as well, until she was almost nose to nose with the handsome, square-jawed working man across from her. "Listen here asshole," she said, her mouth twisting into a condescending smile, "You are fucking lucky that I'm giving you even so much as a promise. My lawyers could chew up your puny ass and spit you out owing ME money. So yeah, I think a little fucking gratitude is in order. But don't kiss my shoes, they cost more than your whole outfit and I don't want them getting dirty."

Owen's icy blue eyes stared into hers for an intense moment, then he started chuckling. He leaned back, breaking the intense stare off. Blair let out a breath, not even realizing she had been holding it. She was glad that she had been able to go toe-to-toe with Owen, but it was harder than it should have been. She dealt with assholes like him all the time, why was he getting to her?