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Star Secretary (Rise Secretary TF)
🕑 Added 2020-09-16 16:54:54 +0000 UTCHey folks, story time! This time it's the bonus vote winner from a while back, Rise visiting a certain company and getting convinced to change her career! Sorry it took so long to get posted up, but I hope you enjoy the read!
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(Contains hypnosis, mild drugging, and sexism)
Rise Kujikawa looked up at the flat, boring, completely average concrete office block in front of her and sighed. This was the place? This was the company that her agent thought could revitalise her image? Sure, she’d been having a slump, but really? Ugh, if they tried to advertise her in the same way they advertised themselves then her entire career as an idol might be retroactively erased from the timeline!
Bah, was this really necessary? Maybe her numbers had dropped a bit, but she was still Risette, idol to thousands! Slumps happened to every performer from time to time, it wasn’t like it was that big a deal. But her agent had insisted. Typical – this was mostly his fault anyway. If he just listened to her ideas instead of ignoring her so much, this dip never would have happened… But that was showbiz sometimes.
Maybe it wasn’t a new advertising agency she needed, it was just a new agent. She’d definitely start looking into that if this agency of his didn’t deliver. For now, though… Oh well. What did she have to lose? She’d give them a chance. They could make their case. But if they didn’t impress her here and now, she’d be pulling the plug.
And even just stepping into the building through the rotating glass doors felt like a mistake. The reception inside was clean and so… dull. Rise tried to be polite about this kind of thing, but she was definitely getting bad vibes from all of this. It was a small seating area with brown chairs from the 70s around black wooden tables, arranged around a counter desk with a receptionist sat typing away on their computer. And it was drab. So drab. So banal! How on earth was a place like this supposed to liven up her image? It was absurd – so absurd, in fact, that she nearly spun on her heel and left then and there.
“Ah, you must be Miss Kujikawa!” But before she could, someone spotted and greeted her – A woman in a white blouse and a pencil skirt, with dark hair done up in a light bun. The picture perfect image of a Secretary. “Welcome to Sonabulism Inc! I hope you had a pleasant trip?”
“I did, thank you!” She smiled and bowed, turning on the ol’ Risette charm. “I guess you were waiting for me?”
“That’s right. Your agent said you’d be arriving soon. I’m afraid our executive is in a meeting and couldn’t come to meet you in person, so he sent me in his place. I’ll be your guide around our fine offices. Can I get you anything? A drink, perhaps?”
“Sure,” she agreed with an internal sigh. Might as well get some refreshment out of all of this. “Lead the way, sir. I’ll be in your care.”
The woman smiled and nodded. “This way, then. We have some ideas we’re very eager to show you – I think you’ll be very pleased with the future we envision for your career!”
Yeah, right. Rise was polite enough to wait until the lady had turned around to wince, but bleh. Sure, they were going to have a ton of ideas that would… be boring and flat, just like their company. Ugh, what a way to waste an afternoon. Still, she couldn’t just say that – she wasn’t that kind of diva. “Sounds great!”
She followed her past reception, through a few doors and down a few drab, boring looking corridors that all looked the same. The vibrant 20 year old could feel her spirits sinking with every step, each door they passed leading on to the same boring looking offices. How could anything creative live here?
Her fears were all but confirmed as she was led into the drabbest, greyest office she had ever seen. The walls were a beige white, with no pictures or posters anywhere to be seen. The desk, which took up most of the space, was black and rather cheap looking – standard officeware. The PC on said desk looked ancient. In fact, there were only two things of note in the entire room – one, the chairs, which achieved at least the bare basics of human comfort via all of the cushioning on them (honestly, they looked more like lounge recliners than office chairs, a big change from the normal décor), and two, the wall sized TV screen that took up one side of the room.
For a moment, the young idol was fondly reminded of the old Junes store. The TV was about the same size…
But she was all too soon returned to the present by a helpful voice chiming next to her ear. “Please have a seat! Make yourself comfortable. I’ll just fetch you that drink you asked for~”
The Secretary was already out the door by the time Rise noticed she was moving, leaving her alone in the bare, drab office. Well… Joy. Might as well make herself comfortable like she said, then, right? Again, the idol pouted as she flopped into the black recliner and tested it out, leaning backwards and forwards to get a good feel for its balance. It was, surprisingly, even more comfortable than it looked, and it adjusted easily to her desires despite her small frame. Wow – what was something like this doing in a place this dull? She needed one of these chairs back home!
Feeling just a touch mischievous, Rise leaned back in the chair as far as she could – again, surprising herself to learn that it could lay back completely horizontally – before jumping when she heard the sound of glass tapping against wood, looking up to see the ever-smiling Secretary placing a full glass of clear liquid down on the desk – on a coaster, of course.
“Here’s your drink miss. Is the chair giving you any trouble?”
“Ah, no!” Rise squeaked, quickly shifting herself back into the upright position. “I was just, ah… I hit the wrong controls, that’s all.” She’d never been a fantastic liar, as the blush on her face attested.
But the Secretary didn’t seem to notice, simply smiling and nodding. “If you need me to make any adjustments for you, please let me know – I’m happy to do anything that would make your stay here more comfortable.”
“Um.” Geeze, over-eager, much? Maybe she was a fan. Oh wow, wouldn’t that be embarrassing? “No no, that’s fine. I got it. Uh…” Change the subject, change the subject. “So, when will the guy I’m meeting get here? Will I have to wait long?”
“The executive sends his most sincere apologies, Miss Kujikawa – he’ll be here as soon as he can.” The Secretary’s expression didn’t even flicker, her smile remaining fixed on her face. Maybe she had to repeat that line pretty often. “In the meantime, enjoy your drink, and I’ll turn on the TV so you can see the sort of campaign our company is envisioning for you.”
Great. They were going to keep her waiting. Not to be a bitch about it or anything, but didn’t these guys know who she was? She was Risette, the Risette – come on, she deserved better than this! “Sure, I guess…”
“Great!” The woman clapped, and pulled a remote out of her pocket, pointing it at the TV and clicking. Immediately, the screen filled with bright yellow light, and music began to tune through the room. “Then you just sit back, relax, and don’t forget your drink! The Executive will be along before you know it!”
And then she was gone again. Perfect. Juuust perfect. Rise frowned at the TV, and then at her drink, and then at just everything in general. Was her career really in such dire straights?
… Bah! So what if it was? She was pretty sure it wasn’t but if that was how it went then whatever! It wasn’t like she needed to be in the limelight forever. There was a tofu shop back in Inaba with her name on it if she needed it, thank you very much! The idol spun her chair around in a fit of pique. Yeah, no matter what, she was still Rise, and that was all that mattered. Fame and fortune weren’t that big a deal to her – if she was on her way out, she could do it with grace, thank you. Certainly, she wouldn’t be taking the advice of any company that thought they could make her feel small by leaving her in an office all day.
… Yeah, her agent was so fired.
Honestly, having remembered that she felt about three tons lighter. Her dark cloud was already starting to lift. Sure, this place was boring, but it’d pass. Afterwards she’d either be rocking out as a super star idol – and damn straight she could pull that off, once she booted that agent to the curb – or she was on her way home to Inaba where she could catch back up with all of her friends! Win win, right?
So, with a shrug, the idol decided to stop worrying so much and just enjoy herself. She snatched up her glass of – she sniffed it. Hm, sparkling water? Psh, cheap - and turned to face the TV, leaning back. “Alright, Sonabulism Incorporated,” she said, taking a swig. “Show me what yoooouuu…”
She meant to say more, actually, but suddenly it felt like an awful lot of effort was required to finish even the simplest of sentences, so instead she just trailed off, her defiant ‘Ooo’ sound trailing off quieter and quieter until it faded into nothingness. The glass she held in her hand drooped, its contents starting to spill out onto the cheap shag carpet, before it tumbled from her limp fingers entirely and bounced away, rolling under the desk.
The fact that she’d just dumped a glass full of water onto the floor of someone’s office would normally have alarmed the idol, and she would have set about in a desperate – and likely disastrous – effort to clean up. Yet, she remained seated in her chair, still and unbothered, and calm, blank expression upon her face.
It wasn’t like she was unaware that she had dropped her glass. It was just… too much effort to care. The idol had been taken by a sudden malaise, a feeling of haziness that filled her chest and head alike. It was as though reality had developed a thick coating of wool, isolating and insulating the idol from everything around her. It all seemed so distant, so… separate from her. Like nothing happening really mattered…
Nothing except the screen in front of her. She had been facing the screen when the feeling of apathy swept over her, and now the flashing yellow lights dominated her vision. Her eyes had slid down into a half lidded daze, but she could still see the patterns in front of her clearly. That was all they needed.
It started slowly. At first, there was nothing sinister about the bright graphics and catchy tunes. In fact, if Rise hadn’t found herself drawn into an odd soul-deep numbness, she might have even approved of them. But as they spun away before her unfocused eyes, the pattern beneath the pattern began to take shape. Words would flow around one another in odd shapes, graphics would spin through the screen in particular directions. Nothing odd, if you were focused on any part of the show – but if you were simply blankly absorbing all of it, the shape of a spiral, spinning slowly but surely inwards, began to take shape.
Rise blinked slowly, her mouth parting open as her jaw slowly sank to rest against her chest. The turning spiral bore into her open mind, spinning relentlessly as it tunnelled deeper and deeper into her head, driving past all of the defences that were normally in play. All to soon, she could feel, in that most distant of ways, it penetrating all the way into her core, to the very centre of her self…
… And there it waited. The spinning continued, the spiral holding firmly in her mind, the helpless idol limp and listless before its power, a small trail of drool leaking from the edge of her lip. But that was all. She simply sat there, entranced, unable to think or act or even wonder what was happening. Until…
“Ah, good!” A perky, familiar voice that Rise had no mind with which to place spoke up, footsteps echoing in one ear and out the other as someone walked up behind her. “Wow, you’re already this deep? You’re really receptive, cutie~” A finger tickled under her chin for a moment. The blank idol didn’t react. “Alright, well if you’re already entranced, I’d better give you the full treatment! Hold still now!”
And Rise did. She didn’t move, not even a flinch, as cold plastic earbuds were placed in her ears. Nor did she so much as turn her head as smooth, relaxing music began to fill it, and the mp3 player that her Secretary minder had plugged her into was dropped casually on her chest.
“You just give that a good listen,” she heard faintly over the music. “And I’ll be back in a few hours to get you adjusted to your new role~”
Helplessly, she did just that.
The music was nice. Classical, in fact. Instruments played with skill, and singers never missing a note. If Rise hadn’t been swept away by a tide of apathy, she would have enjoyed the music – though, obviously, she preferred modern pop – but instead she just blankly listened, just as she blankly watched the spiral.
And just like the spiral, the music subtly slid into her head, and began to change things.
It was just small things, at first. Little thoughts, about how nice it would be to settle down and start a more stable career. About how busy and complicated the life of an idol was. About how hard she had been working lately. All easy thoughts to accept – thoughts she would have agreed with had she been in any shape of mind to do so.
But then those little thoughts started to grow. Started to become more complex. Additions crept in that the old Risette might not have gone along with so easily. Thoughts like how it might be nice to get a job in an office. About how how her job as an idol was too much for her. About how she just wanted a job where she didn’t have to think at all…
But the old Risette was blank and empty now, and the alien thoughts continued to grow, infecting her mind like a virus and using it to spread more of themselves around. She wanted to work as a Secretary. She wanted to quit being an idol. She wanted to do what she was told.
Rise would have fought, if she could. She would have defended her hopes and dreams and identity from the onslaught of alien thoughts that flooded her mind. But she was pinned helplessly under the spiral, her mind wide and open for these new ideas to flow to her very core, and paint over her old self image with their own design.
Slowly. Steadily. Under the bore of the spiral, and to the tune of endlessly looping classical music, the persona of Risette the idol, fiesty flirty stage megastar, was replaced by Miss Kujikawa – simple, obedient secretary.
And she could do nothing to resist.
By the time the woman returned, switching off the spiral and removing the earbuds, the job was done. Rise smiled up at her fellow Secretary, her eyes now just as blank and glazed as hers, and asked the only important question.
“Where can I get a change of clothes?”
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“Hello there! Welcome to Sonabulism Incorporated! How may I help you today?”
Rise smiled at the slightly familiar customer, pushing her chest forwards slightly when she noticed his eyes wandering over her loosely buttoned blouse. After all, it was her job to make Sonabulism Inc look good in every way that mattered~
The man seemed to appreciate the view. He chuckled, his grin growing downright lecherous. “Well hello there Risette. Looks like they did a bang up job with you. Not interested in being a wilful little idol anymore?”
Rise blinked at him, confused for a moment. What was he- Oh! Right, she had been an idol once, hadn’t she? What a silly girl she’d been. It was so much better to be a Secretary. Now she didn’t have to stress, or worry, or even think! She could just do everything her boss told her, like a good girl should~
Actually, now that she thought about it, this guy looked a lot like her old agent… Huh. Well how about that? “No thank you sir!” She replied cheerfully, giggling all the while. “I’ve learned my place. Being an idol is way too stressful for a silly girl like me~”
The answer seemed to please the man. “That’s what I wanted to hear. Serves you right for always thinking you were in charge. It’s a shame you couldn’t listen to me before – coulda been a star. But oh well – you’ll do just fine as you are now.”
Her? A star? Oh, what silly things men would say. It was flattering, but it sounded like much too hard work for her. She was just a simple secretary, after all! “I’m sure I will, sir! Now, how can I help you?”
Her former agent grinned. “I have an appointment with your boss. I’m thinking of ‘hiring’ one of his secretaries.” He looked at her appreciatively. “Probably not you, don’t want people asking too many questions. Though maybe in a few years, once everyone’s forgotten your face…”
“I’d be delighted sir~” And she would be. Serving men – or women – who employed her was everything she aspired to do in life! “But for now, I believe the boss is expecting you. This way, please.”
And with that she turned and led him through the building, making sure that her high-heeled feet kept up a perfect strut, and that her long, dark stocking legs kept her tightly pencil-skirted ass swinging like a pendulum. After all, it was her job to make sure Sonabulism Inc looked as good as possible.
Just like any good Secretary should~
