Corrinne Teague had been at WBAX for twenty years. She started their as a reporter at age 25. She eventually took over the 6 a.m. news show before eventually working up to the news at 6 and 10 p.m., the prime time slots. She had aged well, but the crows feet had started to show and she had to dye the gray out of her hair. She had seen numerous co-anchors and reporters come and go. Most moved on to bigger markets for better paying jobs. Corrinne, on the other hand, liked her job. She had married a local pediatrician, raised two kids, and was one of the most popular news anchors in the broadcast area. He job was going well even though she had reached that unwritten rule in broadcasting about the age of anchors.
One day a stunning 23 year old reporter fresh out of college showed up. She was tall with short, well coifed dyed blond hair, bright blue eyes, high cheek bones, a million dollar smile, and the body of a professional cheerleader. Her name was Heather Wilkins, and she was determined to rise to the top as quickly as possible no matter what.
Corrinne was well like at the station. She got along well with everyone and always helped the new reporters and anchors. When Heather arrived, Corrinne offered to take her to lunch. They ate at a nice sidewalk cafe. Corrine tried to make small talk. She knew Heather was from a town some two hundred miles away and offered to show her about town and help her get settled in. Heather looked bored as she sipped her iced tea and ate her garden salad. Finally, the young reporter spoke up, "Look, Corrinne, I really appreciate all this concern, but I'm here for one thing and one thing only - your job."
Corrine was stunned. She didn't know what to say.
"Oh, don't look stunned. You know you're past your prime here. I plan on taking your job soon, then moving on to the networks. I have the talent, I have the looks, and more importantly, I have the ambition." She flashed a fake smile at Corrine, finished her iced tea and stood up. "Thanks for lunch, ma'am." She turned and headed for her car. Corrinne sat in silence as she stared at the insolent girl.
Within a week, Heather had already been offered the 6 a.m. anchor slot. The station manager, Ed McNeal, was a bit of a lecher, but mostly harmless. He recognized that Heather's looks would play well on TV. Heather received certain plum assignments that should have went to more seasoned reporters. She had a way, however, of sweet talking people, so the resentment was down to a minimum. When given the chance, though, she would take slight digs at Corrinne.
One day Corrinne had just fixed her a decaf coffee like she usually did before the 6 p.m. broadcast. She was the only one who drank decaf and had her only little coffee pot. Two minutes before air time, she grew violently ill. She ran to the bathroom. She almost didn't make it. The female news director came in to check on her. There was now way Corrinne could go on. "OK, Corrine, I'll be back to check on you. It's a good thing Heather is here to take your place."
"Heather!" thought Corrinne, "that bitch slipped something into my coffee!" She finally got over her problems and left the bathroom. When the news was over, she confronted Heather away from the other employees. "Look! I know what you did. You won't get away with this!"
"Why Corrinne," said a smugly grinning Heather, "whatever do you mean. You can't prove anything. Besides a woman of your mature years is bound to have regularity problems." Heather smirked and walked off.
Soon after that, Corrinne was sent on more special assignments while Heather filled in for her at the anchor desk. Rumor had it that Heather was having sex with Ed in exchange for more air time.
Corrinne took the next day off. She relaxed by shopping for antiques and collectibles. There was a stretch of antiques shops she frequented. As she walked in and out of the shops, she could not help thinking of how much she had grown to hate Heather. She walked down the sidewalk and tripped over a large crack in the sidewalk. Her heel got caught, and her shoe was pulled off. As she bent down to put her shoe back on, she noticed an alley. It had been there before, but she had never paid it much mind. She saw something she had never seen before. A wooden sign hanging above a door. The sign read "Madame Courveaux's Curious Collectables, etc." Corrinne decided to check it out. She entered the shop. The door opened with the clang of a brass bell suspened on the top. The shop was very small. There were only a few tall shelves containing bottles, vials, vases, goblets, flutes, and carafes in various sizes and colors. Most were empty but the ones behind the counter were filled with different colored liquids. Corrinne didn't see anyone else in the place. She examined some of the bottles. Most had intricate designs and odd symbols on them. "May I help you?" came a voice from behind her.
Corrinne gasped. She spun around and dropped the small vial she was holding. Luckily it landed on her shoe and rolled to the floor unbroken. "I'm sorry," she said, "you startled me." She bent down to pick up the vial as she examined the owner of the voice that startled her.
There was a tall, thin lady, with long gray hair tied in a long pony tail. She appeared to be in her sixties. She had a slight hint of red on her cheeks and lips. She wore a long silk sleeveless dark red dress. "I'm am sorry," the lady said, "I guess I do move rather quitely. I'm Madame Courveaux, may I help you?"
"Oh, I'm just looking. I never noticed this shop before. How long have you been here?"
"Oh, people notice me when they need to. That's why you're here today."
Corrinne studied the lady for a second. The older woman had a disarming smile. "Why do you say that?" asked Corrinne.
"Have some green tea?" offered Madame Courveaux. She waited for Corrinne to nod then poured two cups. "You're having trouble at work with a young upstart that doesn't respect you, no?"
"How did you know?" asked an astonished Corrinne.
"I know lots of things about my customers." The two women sipped their tea. "I can help you, Corrinne. I can help you put that little bitch in her place."
Corrinne guessed the lady knew her from TV. The tea was excellent and she finished it quickly. "How can you help me?"
"I have potions and elixirs that do the most amazing things. I have one that will put that young succubus at your beck and call."
"I find that hard to believe," said Corrinne.
"Would you like a demonstration?" the lady waited for Corrinne to nod. "You just drank a small amount. Now you will do whatever I say."
"You drugged me?! How dare you?!" Corrinne turned to leave.
"Stop Corrinne," Madame Courveaux ordered. Corrinne came to an immediate halt. She wanted to leave but couldn't. She grew scared. "Come back here," Courveaux said. Corrine walked back to the older woman. "Now calm down a bit. I was just giving you a demonstration."
"How are you doing this?" asked a still frightened Corrine.
"You drank a special potion that makes you totally obedient to the commands of a person who drinks another potion. I put trace amounts in our tea cups."
"So I have to do anything you say?"
"The amounts were small, so the effect will wear off after a while." The woman stared at Corrinne. "If you still have doubts, why don't you tap dance for me?"
Corrinne had never tapped danced before but all of a sudden she started to try. She tried to stop but couldn't. "Please stop," she begged.
"OK, you can stop, and stop worrying and don't be scared." Corrine calmed down. The fear left her. "So what do you think?"
Corrinne thought for a moment. She really despised Heather, and that little bitch did need to be put in her place. "How much for the potions, and how long will it last?"
"The potions are only $1,000 per month's supply. I recommend more than one month."
"That's $1,000 for each potion, so $2,000 for one dose for each of us?"
"Correct. Do you wish to think it over?"
"NO! I'll be back with the cash shortly. $4,000!" Corrinne left the smiling shop keeper. She returned from the bank and bought a two month supply. The next day at the station, she approached Heather. "Heather, I'm thinking about retiring. Will you come to lunch with me? There's something I want to discuss with you."
Heather sighed, "Look, lady, I'm busy here." She didn't even look up from her desk.
"I'll spring for the Garden Cafe." The Garden Cafe was an uspcale yuppie hang out famous for its delicious, if overpriced meals.
"Hmmm, I do love thier lobster bisque. OK, but let's make this quick." The two drove to the cafe. Corrinne had called ahead to request a secluded booth in a corner. The two were seated and both ordered iced teas. Corrine got up to use the restroom. While there she used her cell phone to call the cafe and page Heather. She hurried back to the table while Heather got up to answer the phone. Corrinne slipped the three month supply of potions into their drinks. Heather returned to the table. "That was odd," she said.
"Probably some crank in here with a cell phone recognized you." They ordered lunch and sipped on their iced teas. Heather found hers unusually tasty and quickly downed it. Corrinne downed hers as well. The lunches arrived. Heather got the lobster bisque while Corrinne got the grilled chicken salad.
"Why are you staring at me like that?" asked Heather when she noticed Corrinne staring with a sly grin.
"Oh, no reason. That bisque looks good. Try eating it by scooping it out with your hands."
"What?!" said Heather with a laugh, but she cupped her hands and sank them into the bowl. She brought the handful of bisque up to her lips and drank. She continued until she was finished. "Why did I do that?"
"Shut up!" ordered Corrinne, "Now listen to me, bitch. You will do whatever I say. You will not let anyone know about this in any way shape or form. You will not seek help. You will not try to hurt me or my family or friends. You will not try to find out how I'm controlling you or try to stop me from doing it. You will continue to work at the station no matter what, and if and when you're fired, you will continue to live here and seek work in the communications business. Nod if you understand."
Heather nodded. She was trembling now.
"Stop trembling and smile naturally." Corrinne watched as Heather calmed down and smiled. "Now I'm going to have some fun with you. Slip off your panties." Heather was wearing a knee length loose fitting skirt, so it wasn't too much trouble for her to hike it up and slip off her underwear. "Now when I say 'go,' walk over to that busboy, introduce yourself as Heather Wilkins from WBAX, hand him your panties, tell him their a tip from you. Kiss him on the cheek and return here. And smile like you're having a great time.....Go!"
Heather kept the smile on her face as she got up. She walked over to the young busboy. She introduced herself, handed him the panties, and kissed him on the cheek. Several other diners had noticed this and were giving her strange looks. The still smiling Heather then returned to the table.
Corrinne laughed, "wipe that stupid grin off your face." Heather's scared look came back. "Give me the keys to your apartment." Heather reached in her purse and handed Corrine her keys. "Tell me where you live." After Heather told her the information, Corrine finished her salad. "Now, I'm going to your place. You will sit her and finger yourself. You will continue until you orgasm. When you do orgasm, you will not try to stifle any moans or screams. You will pay for lunch and leave a generous tip. Then you will take a cab back to your place and meet me. Have fun!" Corrinne got up to leave as Heather slipped her hand under the table and started to stroke herself.
Corrinne waited at Heather's apartment. Finally Heather showed up. Heather was livid. "How dare you do that to me! I humiliated myself!"
"Stop yelling!" ordered Corrinne. "Now you will only speak when I ask you a question. Bark like a dog if you understand." She waited for Heather to "woof." Good, now get down on your knees." Heather knelt as she was told. "You know about 25 years or so ago I had a roommate in college. We were roommies for over two years before I found out she was bisexual. One night after a few bottles of red wine, she asked me if I had ever been with a woman. I hadn't, and she offered to enlighten me. It was quite an experience I must say. Anyway, I haven't had such an experience since then. I wonder, Heather bitch, have you ever gone down on another woman?"
"Good god, no!" said Heather. Then Heather grew frightened as she guessed what was next. She started to shake her head.
"Oh, yes, Heather," said Corrinne who stood up and started to undo her pants. "When I give you permission, you will crawl over here and eat me out. You will do the best job you can. But first I want you to beg me to let you eat me out." Corrinne pulled down her pants and underwear.
"Please, Corrinne, let me eat you out," said Heather.
"That wasn't very convincing, bitch. Try again and this time with feeling."
"Oh, pleeaasseee, Corrinne. Please let me eat you out."
"That's better, bitch. Now crawl over here and get to work." Heather crawled over to Corrinne who had sat back down and spread her legs. Heather spread Corrinne and tenatively started licking her. She started off slowly, probing a bit, then put her tongue in further and further. Corrinne leaned her head back. She grabbed Heather's head and forced her into her crotch. Heather continued to stroke and probe with her tongue. Corrine started to cum. "Lick it all up, bitch!" Heather lapped at the cum. She was disgusted at what she was doing. Corrinne kept Heather at it for quite a while before she allowed her to stop. She had Heather clean her up the best she could then redressed. Heather sat back on her heels and started to cry. "No crying!" ordered Corrine. "You can feel embarrassed. You can feel humiliated. You can feel angry. You can feel helpless, but you cannot feel sad." Heather stopped crying. "Now, bitch, here's the new deal. You work out don't you?"
"Yes, almost every day."
"Well, you will stop. You will not exercise at all. You will also ask Ed to let you continue the morning show. Every morning before you go to work, you will stop by Nate's diner across the street from the station. Every morning you will eat an order of biscuits and gravy, a ham and cheese omellette, hashbrowns, and a side of sausage. Then you will go back for lunch every day and have two bacon double cheeseburgers, fries, and a slice of pie. For dinner every night, you will have a medium all meat, extra cheese, deep dish pizza, and you will drink a six pack of beer a night. Bark if you understand."
"Woof!" barked Heather, who was growing very angry.
"OK, now that we got your new diet squared away, we'll work on your social skills. You will try to seduce every man at the station one at a time. If you are successful, you will invite them back here where you will offer yourself to them. You will do anything they want. The next day and every day after, you will ignore that man, and act as if he is an unimportant peon. You will also treat all the women at the station besides me like they are totally beneath you. That should make you 'miss popularity.' Oh, and keep fucking Ed. We don't want you to get fired too soon. Let's see what else. If you interview someone, you will propostition that person when the interview is over, and it doesn't matter if that person is male or female. If they accept your proposition, you will be their sex slave for one night. After every newscast you anchor, you will immediately go and masturbate. You will by a large vibrator and use that. How does that sound?"
Heather was fuming, "It sounds awful! and I'll get you for this. I don't know how, but I will," she said between clenched teeth.
Corrinne laughed. "Oh, almost forgot. While you're doing all this, you will act like it is all perfectly normal." She paused for a moment, "You drive a 2000 model VW Beetle, don't you?"
"Yes, why?"
"You will go to Sully's Used Cars. It's that dump down the road from the projects. You will pick out the ugliest car on the lot that runs and offer to trade your VW for it. You will tell the salesman you will accept any offer he makes. You will fix nothing on the car except for the engine if the car stops running"
Heather gasped. She stared at Corrinne with her mouth open.
"What's the matter?" asked Corrinne.
"My father gave me that car for a graduation present."
"So, do you think I care? Well, I have to go get ready for work. I'll see you later, bitch." Corrinne got up to leave. Just as she reached for the handle of the door, she turned around and snapped her fingers. "Oh, one last thing. Really this is it. There's a strip club off of downtown called 'The Wild Pony.' They have an amatuer night on Wednesdays. You will go there and enter the competition every week. You will use your real name. You will do whatever it takes to go on last. You will make sure you are the raunchiest, sexiest, hottest dancer that night, and you will act like you are totally enjoying the experience. Tootles, bitch." Corrinne left the stunned Heather behind
The weeks went by quickly for Corrinne. Heather had traded in her VW for a 1977 Plymouth Sattelite. The car was faded green with large rust spots, a peeling vinyl roof, torn sets and a gray primer front fender. The air conditioner didn't work, and it only had an AM radio. Heather quickly went about alienating the other employees. One by one she seduced most of the male employees only to discard them after she had sex with them. She snubbed the female employees and treated them like dirt. More than once, one of the other female employees had gone into the restroom after Heather and heard her masturbating. After the first month, Heather had gained nearly twenty pounds thanks to her new diet and inactivity. Word had gotten out that the cute news girl at WBAX was dancing every amatuer night at The Wild Pony, and Heather attracted quite a crowd. When word got back to the station management, they ordered her to stop. After two more weeks of her dancing, she was confronted again and given an ultimatum. The last straw was when Heather interviewed two local high school kids, one male, one female, about an award they had won for a science project. After the interview, Heather had propositioned them both. They both told their parents, who promptly complained to the tv station. The word got out to the print media, and Heather was finally fired in complete disgrace. Corrinne had Heather check in with her regularly after that. Heather changed her name, and got a job as the overnight DJ at a local radio station. At the end of the two months, she had gained 45 pounds. Her career was in a shambles. Heather finally moved away. Rumor had it she had changed her name and was now making commercials for a car dealership in Little Rock, Arkansas.
Corrinne enjoyed her reign as the top news women in the local market and retired to spend more time living happily with her husband.