Faceless

(written for my and Lheriss’ story exchange)

The snow continued to fall on the parking lot, covering all the cars in a layer of white. The sun had set an hour ago and the depressing mood of a winter night in Northern Germany had set in. Being a psychologist by trade, Kirse Pohl was well aware of how the season affected people’s minds and even then found it hard not to feel a bit down. Today had been a long day, and she could feel a bit of dread at the 30 minute drive home. The blonde 26 year old found her glasses turning opaque through the cold making it somewhat hard to see.

As she stepped past a van of some cleaning company, she disregarded it without thinking twice, eyes locked on the red BMW in front of her. For a second, she thought she could hear a bit of snow crunching behind her. Yet as she glanced back she saw no one. She increased her pace, getting to her car and unlocking it. As she pulled it open something struck her in her back. Kirse let out a terrified yell but found that it only got halfway before the energy seemed to leave her.

She stumbled slightly, leaning against the car trying to hold on but found that for some reason her strength seemed to fade even more by the second. Toppling over, her glasses stumbled off somewhere in the snow leaving her practically blind. With a new burst of energy and panic she turned on her side and got out her phone. Not more than a metre away she saw the reflection of her glasses and she reached out for them.

Her hand almost touched them before a hand in a dark leather glove picked them up. That little defeat seemed to take away all her hope as she found that she couldn’t move at all any more, barely able to breathe. Everything went dark as her blue eyes stared up at the snow falling down from the sky. About the last thing she was aware of was the sharp sound of a van door being slammed shut before the weakness overpowered her.

——————–

About ten minutes later, Kirse stepped out of the back of the van with a smile on her face. It was as if nothing had changed at all, and yet everything had. Stepping through the snow without a care,  she locked her car and made the walk back to her small office near the parking lot. After deactivating the security measures she put the thermostat on its highest setting possible. After all, she wasn’t going to be the one to pay the bill for it. 

She walked past the empty desk of her assistant and locked the door behind her. 

“Not bad, not bad.” Kirse stepped out of her thick brown winter coat. Underneath it was a quite boring grey pantsuit to make her look more official and dignified. She shook her head at the fact that her outfit didn’t even show any of her cleavage, seemingly dissatisfied with it.

“It is such a shame to hide away such a body like yours, Kirse.” She took off the grey jacket to reveal the white blouse underneath, buttoned only halfway to make as much cleavage come out. “If you have it, use it, girl.” Kirse groped herself, finding her cleavage quite enjoyable. Maybe later…for now she had something to attend to. With a fresh cup of cappuccino in her hand she sat down behind her desk and unlocked the file cabinet. Thumbing through it she spotted a section labelled HALIN GMBH. 

“Gotcha.” She grabbed the entire section and laid out each folder face up on her desk. Each had information up front with a little photo on each folder. Kirse ended up separating the folders by gender and immediately put the men back into the file cabinet. “Now let’s see who we’ve got here.”

The next selection was by rank. The assistants and office drones were deposited back into the cabinet, leaving only one person left. Annerike Vollhammer-Halin, head of the marketing department. A chubby brunette with too much makeup according to the photo on the front of the file. From her last name alone Kirse presumed she had obtained the role through pure nepotism, unsuited for the job.

She opened up the file and started reading. Struggling with depression, weight problems, evenings with tubs of ice cream after McDonalds, not being respected by her underlings. Annerike was quite simply, perfect. Weak minded, vulnerable and still in a position of influence. She would make for a good accomplice to be hidden in plain sight…and used.

A small smug smile formed on her lips. The one that was currently occupying Kinse’s body certainly never missed an opportunity to enjoy themselves, no matter their current form. First, a call to their client to update him on the state of things.

She reached for her phone and hit the video call button, placing the phone steady on the table. The phone rang and was answered. On the other line a man picked up, sitting on his couch. Sharply dressed, middle aged and somewhat average looking, Hagan Ahlers might have seemed like a standard businessman enjoying his evening. 

He glanced at her, did a double take, tilted his eyes down slightly and then gave her an awkward smile. “Eh, who is this?”

Kirse smiled back at him. “Who do you think I am?”

He took a moment to put his thoughts together. “Oh, oh you’ve made it inside already!”

“Not quite.” She motioned at herself. “This is the company’s main psychologist, HALIN’s shrink for hire. I’ve already picked my entry point, though.” She held up the folder, showing the picture of Annerike to the camera. “Weak enough to break quickly, yet in a high enough position to obtain some seriously damaging information from within. Assuming I find anything, otherwise…there are different ways of handling the matter.”

“Good. I’ve already placed my bet against them on the stock market ahead of time, so any time their stock tanks, I will be making an absolute fortune. Serves them right for firing me after working my ass off for them only to get fired in a random reorganisation.”

“So it’s personal then, not business related.”

“Both. I was naive to trust the bastards. Five years…”

“I don’t care. You will hear from me again when I’ve made more progress, though I don’t anticipate much difficulty at all. I still have a few more files to read and see if there’s more private information that can be of use.”

“Before you go.”

“Hmm?”

“Since you already are that woman, do you mind…” 

She glanced at him and then nodded. “You’ve caught me in a good mood. I usually never do this. Cherish it.”

She opened her blouse even wider, reaching behind her back to unhook her bra. She let it fall to the ground and smiled at him.

“Now show me her pussy.”

The smile had disappeared, and now she glared him down. “If you are looking for that, hire a common street whore.” Briskly, she ended the call, giving him a death glare with her breasts still hanging out.

“It’s a shame I can’t show weakness like that. Would have been a lot of fun” She shook her head as she began to touch herself, groping her chest. Kirse leaned back in her office chair enjoying the sensation of pleasuring herself. Reaching for her purse she dug around to find quite an impressively sized dildo. Kirse grabbed the back end of it firmly and let it slide into her moist folds. Her pace increased and she breathed heavily, starting to sweat slightly. The idea of taking the body of this serious psychologist and then masturbating in her own office turned the one playing her on even more. 

Glancing in the mirror on the wall she could see the action happening. Her moaning became louder and louder as she continued to masturbate until Kirse climaxed. No one was around to hear her yell of pure sexual thrill followed by lots of moans as her pussy was dripping hard. When she slowly came down from her climax Kirse squeezed the dildo inside herself and then pulled up her panties with the end of the dildo still sticking out. After getting her pants back on only the vaguest outline of a bulge could be seen.

With another glance into the mirror she buttoned up her shirt and took a moment to brush her messy hair back into form

“Only fools think that business and pleasure can’t be mixed.” Kirse winked at her reflection in the mirror and sat back down in her chair to start reading up on her next form. The most obvious way of doing this was apparent to her, and yet she found the more complicated way of doing things much more appealing personally. Once again she reached into her purse to pull out one of the tools of her trade.

A small, silver pocket flashlight. Her grin was equal parts smug and sinister.

“It’s been too long, old friend. Let’s see if you’ve still got it.”

———————-

The sports car drove past the white van parked in the middle of the parking lot and stopped in front of the modest office. The driver stepped out and locked her car behind her.

Annerike Vollhammer-Halin looked like someone who was overcompensating for something. It was obvious to anyone who saw how she was dressed. A somewhat chubby looking middle aged woman dressed in a black skirt-suit and a light blue blouse. Too much dark makeup under her eyes and a fancy pearl necklace around her neck.  Her brown hair was kept in a sort of elongated bob cut that she couldn’t quite make work.

Her weight had always been a struggle for her, so when her psychiatrist called her for an important meeting that would resolve all her issues in a one hour session if she would head there directly, Annerike showed up not 30 minutes later.

Kirse was standing in front of the front door to her office, and waved at her.

“Annerike, welcome, welcome, come inside and get out of the cold.”

Looking ahead, she saw that Kirse’s assistant was missing, her desk left unattended.

“Where is Irma?”

“Irma is sick, you know that flu that has been going around.” Kirse lied effortlessly, having given her secretary a day off first thing that morning to remove a potential loose end without much issue. “Lie down over there, and we will get started.”

“Started on what exactly? You said that today would be a complete breakthrough for me, but I wonder what you were talking about, and why you needed me to come right away as well.”

“It’s quite an unorthodox yet effective technique called hypnosis.” Kirse pulled out her flashlight, showing it to Annerike.

The other person laughed. “You have got to be kidding me, that sounds like something out of a badly written romance novel. Hypnosis, how can you be serious?”

“Trust me, by the time we are done you will be leaving here as a whole different woman.” Kirse grinned knowingly.  “You’ll feel a lot better, and free of all worries and concerns that drag you down.

Annerike glanced at her and thought about it for a moment. “I will give it an attempt.”

“Excellent. Just lean back, look at the moving light and repeat what I’m saying to you.” Kirse activated the little flashlight and pointed it at Annerike’s face 

“I am at peace.”

“I am at peace.”

“Good, good, let’s continue.” There was a subtle smile on her face as Annerike started to relax a little bit. “You’ll find that this will be very relaxing for you. Just let go of all your worries and exhale.”

“I’m not going to resist.”

“Hmm?”

“It is about the principle of resistance you feel to change. No need to overthink it, just relax. I am not going to resist.”

“I am not going to resist.”

“Very good. Now then….”

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Galle Mittletohn grumbled as she parked her car.  Why, of all things, did her boss need her to come all the way over here to some dumpy psychiatrist’s office as quickly as was possible on a work day. The somewhat tall redhead zipped up her dark brown jacket, stepping out of her car to get this over with. If it wasn’t for the cash she would never put up with her whims… 

She automatically adjusted her hair, her figure somewhat firm in both the back and front. It took a bit of effort for her to suppress her frown.

There she was. Frau Annerike, dressed up in her ill fitting pantsuit looking at her with a surprising smile. She figured that her boss was in a better mood today then usual, because she didn’t order her to do something at the first second she saw her.

“Galle, come in, come in, my psychiatrist wants us to talk to each other about how I have treated you poorly in the past and how I can do better.”

“Oh?” 

“Come on in, let’s grab a cup of coffee and talk, its so cold outside.” Annerike motioned towards the office and Galle stepped inside. As Annerike followed inside into the waiting hall Annerike immediately locked the door behind her in a swift quiet motion.

“Kirse is waiting for us in that room.” Galle seemed a bit more at ease, with the slight warning bells ringing in her head smothered by a warm smile and a sincere polite treatment from her previously insufferable boss.

Stepping through the door first she froze. What she saw there took her breath away. There was an empty skin of a woman draped over the desk while on the right, laying on a chair was…another Annerike, completely naked. She had a rather blank look in her eyes with a soft smile on her face, seemingly completely oblivious to the world.  She let out an ear piercing scream of terror as something unknown struck her in the back, pushing her over. She toppled on the ground to see her boss standing over her with a sadistic look on her face.

“Be a good girl and give up already.” Annerike put her foot down on Galle’s chest who tried to struggle out of it, finding her strength rapidly fading until her body collapsed into an empty pile of skin. 

Satisfied, Annerike lifted up the skinsuit and stripped it of its clothes. She sat down next to her other self, looking her in the eyes. With a bit of a perverted smile she groped “her own” breasts and saw no response. She grabbed her pocket light and mentioned it before starting to give instructions. 

“You have always been Galle Mitteltohn.”

“I have always been Galle Mittletohn.”

“You only take orders from your boss, Annerike Vollhammer.”

“I will only take orders  from my boss, Annerike Vollhammer.”

“You will do anything your boss asks of you.”

“I will do anything my boss asks of me.”

Satisfied, Annerike put her pocket light away. 

“Good, now, Galle, put this on.”

Glancing back she watched her other self obediently take the skinsuit and fit her somewhat bloated body into that of the much thinner Galle. Her entire body effortlessly compressed the moment she had stretched out all of Galle’s skin with her chubby form. It looked horribly ill fitting to see. With her new hands Annerike pulled Galle’s face over her own, completing her transformation.

Galle glanced at her boss, with a sort of blank look on her face and a thin smile. Annerike lowered her pantsuit  and jutted her pussy forward. 

“Lick.”

She nodded and sat down in front of Annerike, starting to use her tongue to pleasure her boss. Annerike closed her eyes and smiled. “Good, good.” Leaning back she let it happen for a moment until grabbing Galle by the head and pulling her back.

“Get dressed, we have to get back to the office.”

“Yes, Frau Vollhammer.” With the same blank smile on her face she grabbed the clothes her real self wore just minutes ago and got dressed. Annerike meanwhile spent her time checking if any evidence was left behind, making sure that Kirse was properly dressed.

“Get in your car and follow me.” Annerike waited for Galle to step out before turning around and zapping the empty suit of Kirse. She closed the door and got into her car, driving off to headquarters to begin working on her way to ruin the company.

——————

Annerike sat down at her executive desk, glancing at her well equipped office. 

“Get me a coffee, bitch.”

“Yes Frau Vollhammer.” Galle left, with Annerike quickly glancing at her rear.

“Will have to get on that later. That is part of human resources after all.”

She logged into her account, reading off the post it note with her log in code stuck to the front of the screen. 

“Incompetent people make my life such a breeze.” Annerike started by backing up all her emails and personal files onto an USB stick. She didn’t want to risk a hidden alarm around highly classified files leading to her being found out but perhaps Hagan could find something useful in lower level files and emails. Writing down his address on a piece of paper she placed the usb stick on it.

As Galle returned with coffee Annerike took a moment to grope her assistant. She didn’t even seem to respond, standing there as if nothing was happening. Reaching around she groped her ass slightly.

“Bring this usb stick to this location and put it through the mailbox.”

Her assistant nodded and left.

Annerike grabbed her phone and started another voice call.  Hagan picked up, and instantly frowned.

“Is that you? God, I remember her now, she was insufferable.”

“Agreed. Luckily, I make for a better her than she ever did. I copied all the information and emails I could access onto a USB stick and my secretary will be bringing it to you shortly, look through it if you want to.”

Hagan nodded. “So what’s your next step?”

“Do what’s needed to wreck this company. You’ll hear more later on. Or you’ll see the stock price tank. Don’t try to contact me, I will contact you. And if you don’t hear anything from me, it means I am busy.”

“Understood. Good luck.”

“Don’t need it when the idiots at this company write their own passwords on post it notes.” She showed off the note to the camera. Annerike ended the call, leaning back in her soft, luxurious leather chair and smiled.  

“Effortless.” Now the real work had begun, and it began with a lot of reading, going through emails and files to try and identify weak spots. Yet she did all of it with one hand, the other below the desk. About an hour later Galle had returned. “I did as you asked, Frau Vollhammer.” 

“You’re finally here. I’ve been waiting on you, Galle. Close the door to my office, and lock it.”

She nodded and complied.

“Anything else I can do for you?”

Annerike smiled. “Bend over my desk and lower your panties for me.” As she stood up it was revealed that she had been stroking a big black strap on ever since Galle left.

As if it was a normal request Galle nodded, blankly staring ahead as she stepped behind the desk and bent over, lowering her pants and panties to give her boss access to her holes. Annerike reached for the back of her head, splitting open the mask from behind to reveal her true self on top of Galle’s body, seemingly completely oblivious to the world. Annerike slid her big strap on into Galle’s ass, groping it with a big smile on her face. She started to pound away, working her hips and enjoying the feeling of her ass bouncing. But what made it even better to Annerike was the fact that her real self was obediently taking it, replaced, humiliated, and owned. She had been edging herself for an hour now, and with Galle’s tight hole it did not take her long to climax, the tip of her strap on shooting a load of cum in Galle’s ass. Annerike leaned forward, slipping the mask back of the other her’s head to restore Galle in full. 

With the strap on still in Galle’s ass she bent forward, reaching around to grope her assistant’s breasts.

“What is your name?”

“Galle Mittletohn.”

“What is your assignment?”

“To do whatever you tell me.”

“Have you ever been anyone else?”

“No.”

“Good girl.” She pulled out of her assistant, continuing to stroke her strap on. “Now get under my desk.” As Galle positioned herself, some cum spilled out of her rear onto the floor. 

“Clean that up…with your tongue.”

——————————————————-

People could notice the change in Annerike. The “HR Hag” seemed to turn around into someone friendly and seemingly helpful. The infiltrator was well aware that this change was noticeable but since it was a positive change that emerged from a “real positive experience with a psychologist” no one seemed to object to it. Annerike was showing up all over the company for “personal leadership evaluations.” Equally as quickly she gained a reputation as the office slut, sleeping with practically anyone of influence that held power. And it started of course, with the most underappreciated man in the company, the head of the IT department.

With how much the modern world relied on computers it was no wonder that the nerds that mastered the art of staring at screens were key to the company. It had never been the infiltrator’s field of expertise, always having been more a socially focussed person. But she had her contacts…

Prost Richtersohn was what you would imagine as a classic nerd. Wearing a video game shirt in the office with glasses on his face behind a computer. His short, spiky black hair was loose and unkempt. He was in the middle of clacking at his keyboard when Annerike entered, being flanked by her assistant.

“Herr Richtersohn, I was hoping we could have a moment.”  Annerike glanced around, checking for how private it currently was. It was a separate office from the rest of the nerds, so things would work out just fine. She locked the door behind herself. “For a conversation.”

“Oh Frau Vollhammer, welcome, what can IT do for you?”

“I was in the midst of company wide reviews of performance and security.”

“Security? I don’t believe that HR has that responsibility.”

HR will have whatever authority I damn well say it is, gremlin. Annerike thought, but simply smiled. “My half brother Mitte, you know, the CEO, your boss, assigned me to do a review of how safe things are at our company, especially with the new computer threats going about.

He nodded, but she could easily tell he wasn’t taking her seriously.

“As such, I need you to set up a report on our information security, identifying some weaknesses and how we are going to fix them by Monday..”

“What? By Monday? That’s not possible.”

“In return, I’ll do two things for you. One, I’ll be able to secure a financial incentive package to retain you for the company.. And two, I will let you use my assistant however you like.” 

“What?”

“Galle, open his zipper and suck him off.”

“I…eh..” He paused in pure disbelief and denial.

“Yes Frau Volhammer.” Galle crossed behind the desk, getting on her knees in front of him. She opened his zipper, lowered his underwear and began stroking his cock until it stood firm after which she took in her mouth.

“Oh…ooooh…”

“Feels good, doesn’t it? I bet it’s been a while for you.” Annerike walked behind the desk, towering over him. “You get me that report by Monday, and I’ll make sure you get a promotion and a raise. On top of my assistants’ sexual services.”

“H…hheh…how could I ever say no to that?”

“Exactly. Now let me help you.” Without an ounce of shame, Annerike opened her blouse, freeing her heavy chest in front of him. He reached for them, completely awestruck as moments later he finished in Galle’s mouth. She swallowed it without issue. 

“Very good.” Annerike pulled back and got dressed again. Galle did the same, cleaning up her mouth as if it was nothing. “It’s a pleasure doing business with you. Keep this between the three of us, and I’ll see you on Monday.” The two women left, leaving him all alone in his office.

Bewildered, confused, and satisfied all at the same time Prost cleared his schedule and started working on the report of a lifetime.

Annerike turned to her assistant and smiled. “Head back to my office and wait there, I won’t need your help for the next one.”

——————————————

The real Annerike had been building a case against the head of Marketing and communication, Erik Hanner. A smooth looking well dressed businessman wth a winning smile. And a rep sheet for making female colleagues uncomfortable with several marks and juicy details in his file. His secretary had contacted HR before. A perfect pressure point, if she could just make it worse.

“Herr Hanner.” Annerike sat down opposite him. “We need to discuss your behaviour.”

“Frau Annerike, I don’t quite understand what you are talking about.” He smiled comfortably at her, sneaking in a glance at her breasts. 

“Your secretary has been feeling uncomfortable because of your flirtatious behaviour. She says she puts up barriers and then you cross over them. This is unacceptable in a professional environment.”

Erik leaned back slightly, pausing to formulate the correct response. 

“I’ve reevaluated your performance. It is exemplary, and you are a key performer for maintaining the company’s external relations. As such, any of these complaints have been put through the shredder. I just want to make it very clear to you I will not get in the way of your functioning. In fact…”

She smiled. “I have been told that your assistant has quite a thing for you, she just doesn’t know how to deal with it. I have spoken to her in private about it but so far she is too shy about starting up a relationship, thus she appears quite standoffish. Trust me, Herr Hanner, when a woman says no.” She leaned over the desk, giving a good view of her chest. “She actually means yes.” With a final wink she got up and left, making sure to randomly drop a pen on the floor, bend over slowly and grab it. 

As she stepped out she glanced at Hanner’s secretary, a cute looking blonde girl dressed in a light blue office outfit. “I can understand why he would be coming on to her.” Annerike gave her a sweet smile while her thoughts turned highly sexual for a moment. She rushed back to her office to get back to “making good use of her assistant’s skills.”

——————

And so the week passed by with Annerike quietly beginning to wreak havoc. Starting rumours and not intervening in arguments, all the while slowly preparing for the grand finale on Monday. She had it all planned to explode in one go, lining up the domino pieces. Already she had gotten it all lined up in place.

First, a preliminary version of the IT report which Annerike immediately sent on to one of her contacts with explicit orders to prepare to destroy every single file on the entire network and brick everything. With a weekend to prepare and all of the key info already in the report it would be easy.

Then, it came down to a meeting with Hanner’s assistant who had urgently requested a meeting with her about her boss’s behaviour getting a lot worse suddenly. And to cap it all off, a meeting with her half brother, the CEO. By the end of the day, the company would be in ruins. If  her plans were to go awry she was always ready to improvise on the spot and find another way of sowing destruction.

———————

Annerike glanced at the clock. Monday, 9 o clock. The workday had started, and t wss time to begin. Opposite her sat Petra Zollverein, Herr Hanners cute assistant, telling her story of being relentlessly harassed by her boss and how horrible it made her feel. Annerike nodded, glancing down at the folder of the case her real self had built against the man even before the new Annerike.

“So, I am asking you to please help me in either finding a new position in the company or a way to get him to stop. Herr Hanners can be so nice but he is clearly going too far when I tell him to stop asking me out. And then he doesn’t listen it’s so horrible!”

Annerike closed the folder shut, checking if it was shut tight. Convinced, she got up and circled around her desk to rudely shove the file in her hands.

“What?”

“This is for you. Hold on tight.” Annerike smiled before she began to glare at her. “Now, Frau Zollverein, we can not have a stupid slut like you ruining the amazing career of Herr Hanners. You are fired, get out of this company immediately and do not come back. Galle, forcefully escort her out and ensure she has that folder. 

Petra started to cry as Galle seemingly grabbed her shoulder and instructed her to come along. With the file in hand she quickly left, her crying drew some attention to which Annerike quickly told everyone that she had been fired for stealing from the company. She kept a close watch on Petra until she had been unceremoniously dumped out the front door.

“And do not dare show your face again, thief!” 

Annerike watched the deeply traumatised woman walk off, still clutching a folder of vital evidence against the company in her hands.

“Perfect. A slam dunk court case against the company, waiting to happen.” She said under her breath. “Now to handle the big man.”

From the real Annerike’s memories she had learned much about Mitte Halin, the company’s CEO and her half brother. To add to the chaos she was unleashing she had something very special planned. “Galle, get my car and park it outside of the front entrance. Wait there.”

“Yes, Frau Vollhammer.”

Feeling confident, Annerike went down to the kitchen where she made a coffee just the way Mitte liked it, at least according to Annerike’s memories. She stepped into the elevator holding the cup with one hand and hit the button to the highest floor. While the elevator moved she pulled out a little tube out her pocket and deposited the clear contents into the cup, stirring through it until nothing could be seen. The drink had now been laced with a very potent aphrodisiac, with an effect that was almost like a temporary high…of sexual energy. 

Stepping into the even more luxurious office, a slightly grey haired figure was sitting at a desk. Like the rest of his corporate workforce he was well dressed, his short beard well groomed. For a man in his 60’s he remained quite attractive, a sliver fox.

“Annerike!” He seemed a bit surprised. “I was thinking our meeting was later on the day.”

“I just thought I’d come over and spend some time catching up. I even brought you coffee, just the way you like it.” She placed the cup down in front of him. 

“Thank you.” He took a sip. “How kind of you.” Another deep gulp.

Annerike relaxed somewhat, now it came down to just running down the clock. She chit-chatted with him, and without even subtly pushing him to drink more of his coffee he had finished the cup. Annerike patiently waited for the effects to kick in as the pointless and vapid conversation between the two carried on.

Finally, he was starting to get a bit more distracted. He looked slightly uncomfortable, confused, as if he was trying to hold something in. And that was her cue to get started. 

“Well, Mitte, it’s so hot in your office…so hot, I just need to take something off.” With a wink, she began to remove her jacket, feeling up her shirt a little bit.

“Annerike, what-what are you doing?”

“I feel so hot, don’t you Mitte?” She started opening her shirt, button by button, taking off more and more. She could see him stare at her chest, totally distracted. And then, Annerike approached, circling around the desk to put her breasts hanging in front of him, covered up by a see through lace bikini.

“Go on, touch them, I know you want to. Its okay, no one needs to know.” Annerike stealthily pulled out her phone and put it on the floor next to her. Mitte didn’t notice, far too busy trying to beat the sudden urge and desire for sex that seemed to completely overwhelm him. She pressed her breasts against his face, and in an instant he had crossed the rubicon. He stood up and began to kiss her, playing with her breasts, completely oblivious to the kind of smug smile on her face as Annerike undressed fully. She let him grope and lick her breasts while she reached in his pants and pulled out his burgeoning erection. 

“Annerike…this is so wrong and yet…I want you.”

Annerike got on her knees for a moment. She grabbed her phone and called her sister, Mittes wife. Instantly she muted the sound, so none of the wife’s furious screams could be heard.

“I have always loved you Mitte, always. As long as my sister has been with you, I wish that it was me you married instead.” She reached in and began to give him a sloppy blowjob that was deliberately as loud as could be. Mitte moaned slightly as he just couldn’t focus, looking down at his sister in law sucking him off. 

Annerike leaned over the desk, baring his ass for him. “Go in, you know you want to. Fuck me, Mitte, fuck me in the ass!”  As she felt him enter her behind, she laughed somewhat. It was a mean, confident laugh but he was too busy to notice it.” As he slid into her rear and began to pound her she groped herself, biting her lower lip. Mitte was surprisingly not that bad at sex combined with victory were getting her off. Even a few minutes in before he finished, she had already squirted her load underneath his desk. She had had enough of him now and thus she glanced back.

“Let me switch position, enter my pussy!” Mitte pulled out, and the moment he did Annerike grabbed her stuff, ended the call and quickly got dressed.

“I gotta go, I need to move.”

“Annerike, you can not just leave like that, I am not done.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll be right back.” She lied effortlessly as she rapidly got on her clothes, checking she had everything before walking out now with her hair a mess. Mitte was stunned, unsure of how to respond. In the elevator, Annerike straightened herself out for a moment before grabbing her phone. She opened up the text function and sent off a very short significant message.

DO IT – MAXIMUM DAMAGE

By the time she entered the ground floor and casually walked  to the exit, people’s computers were freezing up, showing red screens everywhere. Richtersohn ran by shouting as the entire workday ran to a halt. At that moment, no one dared question the head of HR who headed out through the front door and got in a car with her assistant.

“Where should I drive to, Frau Vollhammer?”

“Back to my psychologist’s place, it’s time for me to disappear once again, and leave behind my fall guy…or gal.” She grabbed Galle under her chin. “And you’re perfect for it. Now drive.”

“Yes, Frau Vollhammer

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And that was that. It was…surreal. After he had made a killing on shorting his former employer, he was investigated for insider trading but since there was absolutely no evidence of anything he had done (and he had done nothing but hire the infiltrator off the darknet). He never knew her name, or anything, the phone number having gone long dead. It had been a few months now, and it bothered him that while she had done an excellent job, she had never received her payment. As she had requested, she would be paid in bitcoins once the job was complete. He didn’t quite get it, she never struck him as someone who would work for free but as she said, it came down to her contacting him, and not the other way around. 

Hagan had mostly forgotten about her, too busy enjoying his newfound wealth and working on other things, looking for the next proper investment to profit off. And then, in the middle of a calm Sunday his doorbell rang. 

“Hmm…who could that be?”

As he opened the door he was greeted by his sister, Nikki Ahlers. A few years younger than him, the sporty looking blonde in a blue dress gave him a big smile

“Brudi!”

“Schwester! What a surprise, what a surprise! You didn’t call ahead of time.”

“I was in the neighbourhood, thought I would come over and get some coffee. If that’s alright with you, brother?”

“Sure, sure, come on in.” About five minutes later they were discussing the latest news over coffee and a slice of cake.

“So how did that whole investigation end up? You got cleared right, Brudi? I hope all of that trouble is now over.”

“Oh yeah, some zealous bureaucrats are making up things about me just because I put in one lucky trade, just one.”

“A very lucky one. But, it’s good that you’re cleared now, free to enjoy your money. With all the attention no longer on you, I thought it was the right time to come and collect my fee.”

Hagan glared at her, slightly confused. “Your fee, what are you talking about, sister?”

“My fee for wrecking Halin, of course.”

He went pale, completely shocked for a moment. Then, he burst out in outrage. “WHAT HAVE YOU DONE WITH MY SISTER!”

She stared at him with a smug smile. “Your sister has a ton of social media accounts where she posts a lot of things about herself for anyone to read. Making a skinsuit of her was trivial, and no one questions it when a sister visits her brother in case they were still watching you covertly waiting for you to make a mistake. Your sister is fine, Hagan.” She answered him. 

He let out a bit of a sigh. “Oh…okay, I thought.”

“Yes, I understand. Doing that would have been completely unnecessary. Now, I’d like my payment, please, and then I’m going to disappear for good.”

“My own sister…so surreal.” He took another sip of his cup. “You had me completely fooled.”

“Thanks, Brudi.” She smiled at him, this time with a bit of sincerity. “I must thank your sister for writing a blog about her relationship with her brother, and with her nickname for you included. Can we get down to business now?”

“I have the money, in bitcoins, I’ll need your address to transfer it. But.”

Before he continued, she immediately interrupted him. “Do you really think you are under any ability to try and weasel out of this, I still have more than enough evidence to ensure your arrest if you even try me!”

He shook his head, glaring at her. “After I pay you, you get rid of that skinsuit of my sister.”

“Why would I ever bother to leave evidence behind?” She relaxed, leaning back with a smile. “Now then, when the agreed amount is transferred, we’re all done.” She showed him the information on her phone, and moments later she received a message that she had been paid.” Nikki finished her cake and coffee before she got up to leave.

“It’s been good doing business with you, Herr Ahlers. We will not speak again.” He escorted her to the front door and watched his sister walk off. 

And as she turned the corner, he was left with one question of which he knew he would never, ever have the answer to.

Who was she really, the one underneath all those disguises?