Isis would do anything to please her master. At least she tried to anyway... Oh, she could serve his sexual needs fine. Even before the brainwashing, she had been quite good at satisfying a man's sexual needs. However, her master's needs had recently become more financial then sexual. The hours he was working had been cut in half, and as a result, so had his paycheck. She did her best to ease the financial strain by taking on various jobs.

For awhile, she tried working as a phone sex operator. That went along okay, until someone talked really dirty to her. She ended up becoming aroused and masturbating. The other ladies were uncomfortable with it, and she was fired as a result.

Then she started working at a strip club. This job actually lasted for a few months, and she brought home a nice chunk of change in tips. One night however, she went to work really horny, and she ended up masturbating and playing with her breasts on stage. The people in the audience loved it, and the bouncers had to hold them all back. That didn't end well... One of the bouncers ended up having to be rushed to the emergency room after he was tackled and trampled by a large group of horny middle aged men. A couple others were injured by those men while evacuating Isis to safety. She was fired from there soon after that.

She went through a few other jobs. She considered a career in the porn industry, but her master wasn't fond of the idea. For about a month during the summer, she worked at a bikini car wash, but a group of prudish old ladies complained about her long enough and loud enough. The car wash was forced to let her go.

The other jobs were either boring, or she'd goof up something and get fired because of it. The latter had just happened again. Isis walked home, and glumly greeted her master.

"Got fired again?" he asked.

She sighed. "Yeah..."

"What happened this time?"

"I messed up and pressed the wrong button, and through some weird chain of events which I'm still baffled at, my boss ended up in the peanut butter vat. While the others were busy pulling him out, I got bored and started to masturbate. When I came, I accidently hit another button, which changed the temperature in the main oven. $4200 in peanut butter was ruined, and $350 in snack cakes caught on fire. The entire factory soon filled with smoke. The boss fired me while he was still picking peanut butter out of his hair."

Her master sighed and shook his head. "The gas bill came today..."

"I'm sorry Master. Do you want to punish me?" she asked.

"Nah, it's not your fault. Something's fucked up at that factory if a couple mistakes on your part can cause that much chaos." he said.

"Yeah..." she sighed again, and laid her head on his shoulder. He began to caress her face.

"We'll get through this, somehow." he said.

"I'm sorry that I can't keep a job."

His hands moved to her shoulders and started to rub them. "When I brainwashed you, I never anticipated that you'd have to work, so I never programmed you to hold down a job. It's okay though, we'll manage."

The shoulder massage helped to relax her. She soon wanted his hands elsewhere...

"Maybe I could get a job at another strip club. I made a lot of money when I was working at the last club."

"I don't really want you working in such a place, but if it comes down to it, that's an option. Just don't masturbate while on stage." he said.

She shifted a bit, and his hands moved down to her breasts. She soon felt like she was melting into a pile of goo. He knew just where and how to touch her. "Yessss...won't...masturbate...on stage..."

"I want you to only masturbate around me." he said.

Her hand burrowed its way under her skirt and panties. She found her clitoris and started rubbing it. Her eyes closed, and a pleasant smile formed on her face. "Yessss... only... masturbate... around... yoooouuuuu...."

Just as she was about to bring herself to another orgasm, he stopped her.

"Get on your hands and knees, and lay your head on the couch."

She complied, and smiled again as he slid her panties down her legs. The skirt came off next, showing off her ass and moist pussy. He gave her buttocks a squeeze, then unzipped his pants. He knew her body very well, inside and out. Once he was inside her, he repeatedly hit her G spot. Her orgasm built quickly, and was both satisfying and powerful.

It turned out to be the first of several orgasms for her. Master had had a hard day and had been looking forward to her. He made her cum once more, then slowly pushed his cock into her ass. She liked being anally penetrated. An anal orgasm was harder for her to achieve, but it was just as satisfying, if not moreso.

Later, they were both lying in bed. She was still recovering from over an hour of passionate sex. Her master had been dozing, but now he was awake.

"Hey, do you remember when you used to be a seductress, before I captured and brainwashed you?"

She furrowed her brow. "Yeah... why?"

He smiled. "I have an idea..."

Jim was in a foul mood. Profits were down, and that spelled trouble for him. He was trying to justify another increase in his salary to his higher ups. They were unlikely to do so after the latest reports showing a 20 percent loss of market share to the competition. It wasn't his fault that their product's had a high failure rate. That's what happened when you subcontracted the manufacturing to some Chinese factory where the workers got paid 3 cents an hour. Sure it saved on labor costs, but now their products tended to catch on fire and burn the customers.

When he arrived at his office, he was surprised to see a young, and very attractive woman sitting behind his desk.

"Who are you, and what are you doing here?!"

Isis got up and slowly walked over to him, wiggling her hips in a suggestive manner. "I just came to see the man in charge..."

"You better leave before I call security!" Jim replied.

"You don't need security. I'm... harmless." she placed one of her hands on his waist.

"What, er, What do you want?" he asked.

"Your bosses may have everyone else fooled, but I know who really runs things around here." she said.

Her hand slowly moved from his waist to his crotch. "Uh, yeah. Those idiots couldn't run a news stand." he said.

She gave him a playful, seductive smile as her hand gently pressed on his crotch. "I like men who know how to run things."

There was no objection from him as she started to undo his pants. His rather small erection was starting to show. Isis had to keep herself from laughing at it.

"My, you're well... equipped..." she said with a seductive wink.

She started unbuttoning her blouse, revealing her breasts which were barely contained in a lacy bra. Jim just stared at them, unable to look at anything else.

"So, tell me Mr. Big time C.E.O, what do you like to do when you're alone with a woman?"

"I-- I like to put on my panda suit and pretend she's the zookeeper checking up on me!" Jim blurted out.

"I-- I like to put on my panda suit and pretend she's the zookeeper checking up on me!" Jim said on the videotape.

"Oh really? I like panda suits. Can I see it?" Isis asked.

Jim got up and went over to a large cabinet that was in his office. The video zoomed in a bit and showed Jim opening the cabinet and removing a panda bear suit, with zippers on the crotch and rear areas.

"Oh, you'd look so cute wearing that!" Isis said to him.

Isis and her master watched as his boss began to strip naked. Before Jim could get his underwear off, her master pressed the 'stop' button on the VCR.

"Eh, I'd rather not see the rest. Just tell me what happened." he said.

"He crawled around on the floor, and I teased him a bit. As you instructed, I did not fuck him. Then after playing with him for awhile, I let him know he was on camera, and we negotiated not only an hour increase for you, but a pay raise as well!" Isis replied.

"I'm glad my old camcorder still works. I knew Jim had some weird fetishes. Now that there's evidence of him being a creepy furry, I think he's going to become a much better boss now."

Isis pressed the 'Eject' button on the VCR. After some mechanical whirring, a tape popped out. On the tape was a handwritten label that read "JOB SECURITY".