Chapter 1: A Busy Day At The Office.

Tall windows let in the bright Los Angeles sun.

A man walked past the lights and shadows it painted on the vast marble floor. He was a well-preserved forty-ish gentleman of the tall and handsome variety. His suit was dark and expensive. His name was George Archibald Fink. And yes, he would rather die than use that second name, if he could avoid it.

Fink owned the building.

He also was the CEO of the firm it housed. That firm was called BimboTech Incorporated and this site was just one of their subsidiaries. Other branches had been opened recently in London, England and Rio de Janeiro, Brazil.

Many more would open their doors in the near future.

BTI was a blatant success. Only three years had passed after he and his associates took over a small and insignificant pharmaceutical dwarf in Chicago. He had come a long way.

"Cum, indeed," Fink chuckled under his breath.

He glanced over to the girls in Reception. They looked like they were all three in a happy daze. Vacant smiles decorated their heavily made-up faces. They also shared big, blonde hair and a set of incredible tits. As it seemed they didn't care much to conceal them. Black leather mini skirts stretched over their nicely stuffed asses.

Well, they mostly did.

A casual onlooker might have called them slutty triplets. It would have made them giggle.

A giant neon sign covered the entire wall behind the blondes. It showed the outline of a kneeling woman. She was endowed as generously as the girls before her.

"A woman's place is on her knees," the sign said.

Fink remembered the afternoon he'd thought it up. He preferred to forget that it had actually been an idea of one of his associates. But what was the difference anyway?

He was the boss, wasn't he?

Fink nodded in the direction of the air-headed bimbos. They erupted in a fit of giggles. Which made their sweet melons jiggle dutifully in their low-cut tops.

He continued and took the elevator to the second floor, where his offices where located. The lift-operator tapped his cap.

"Have a satisfying day, Jimmy," Fink said when he left the car.

"I'll do my utmost, Sir," the older man said with a twinkle in his eyes.

Fink reached his office. His personal secretary at once greeted him. Her name was Tittiefuck, and not without reason.

Before the buyout, Tittiefuck had been a rather brilliant scientist. She had developed subliminal techniques to help people quit smoking and kick other habits. She was a proud, independent African American career-woman who'd never felt the need for a man in her life.

Her company dealt with all sorts of pharmaceutical products. She served as its company president.

Now however, the brilliant woman was in quite a different position altogether. Fink had stolen her products, her technologies, and her company out from under her. He had turned it into BimboTech Inc.

He also had turned its former boss into something different. He had taken away a few things. And added some others.

To say Tittiefuck had been dumbed down would be an understatement. The only thing she was an expert in now, was letting herself be used as a fuckdoll. Anything for her new sweet Master.

Tittiefuck did not hide her excitement when Fink entered. Or her enormous boobs, for that matter. They showed off nicely in the plunging neckline of her tight, bright yellow mini dress. Its flimsy fabric also showcased her rock hard nipples.

Large plastic hoop earrings dangled from her ears.

Tittiefuck's makeup was excessive, to say the least. Her black, glossy hair had been teased very high. It added quite adequately to her slutty appearance.

"Good morning, Tittiefuck," Fink said casually. The black bimbo sunk to her knees and began to undo his belt.

"Before you begin, honey, what is on the agenda today?"

"Good morning, Master!" Tittiefuck giggled, freeing Fink's cock. "Um, today, you, like, have to meet with the business people about the sexy heroines! Are you going to make them happy like me?"

Fink smiled uneasily at this.

His lawyers were going to meet with him today. They were also his main investors. It made him uncomfortably aware of his dependence. Especially since the people they'd sent would not hesitate to stress the point.

Fink tried to relax. But the thought made him wince.

Tittiefuck used her full, shiny lips to give her precious Master head. He knew there was much to do today. He wouldn't have a chance to give her a proper fucking. He might even have to alert all his scientists for an extended tour. And the girls, of course.

Running his hands through Tittiefuck's large hair, he guided her fat, enhanced lips. He loved to take advantage of all of the talents he had bestowed on her.

First things first, though.

"Tittiefuck," he said. "I want all the girls ready for when our guests arrive. Tell them that no one is allowed to touch herself until they arrive. I want them looking as slutty as possible. If this means that the salons need to be opened early today, so be it."

Today and the weeks to follow would be a nasty bump in his way to success. He could not allow himself to make a mistake. But if he could pull it off, nothing would stand in his way to absolute power anymore.

Whoever wanted his woman to be a bimbo would just have to take her to BimboTech. She would emerge a happy, air headed, slutty sex kitten. Custom made, designed to perfection. She would be forever devoted to her Master. And her Master to him, George (skip the Archibald) Fink.

BimboTech already could do that. And the ways to do it had become faster and cheaper through the years. But these coming weeks would decide if there would be anyone left to begrudge him the earnings of his labor. Or even share in them.

With a groan Fink let the first blast of the day splash into the ecstatic face of his favorite bimbo.

It dripped onto her panting tits.

Fink stepped into his large office.

There he greeted his three guests. Seated in the chairs in front of his desk were Lilah Morgan and Gavin Park, two representatives from the law firm of Wolfram & Hart. There also was their staff liaison to the senior partners, Eve.

As far as Fink knew Eve was only human in appearance. Wolfram & Hart were a front. They existed to see after the interests of a group of demons, that obviously could not deal with the human world directly. So they had spawned creatures the likes of this petite woman, Eve.

She sat on his desk with her bare legs crossed. One foot tapped the desk-side impatiently.

Fink hated to deal with her and Lilah.

To him the concept of having to treat any woman as an equal repulsed him. It undermined everything he and his organization stood for. Clearly Eve knew that. She took every opportunity to rub it in his face.

But he had to live with it.

Running Bimbo Tech was an expensive job. It often produced legal complications and Wolfram & Hart were more than willing to take care of financial problems as well as legal. When necessesary, they provided all his projects with new identities.

They also erased the old ones.

"Mr. Fink, a pleasure to see you," said Gavin Park. He rose to shake his hand. He knew neither Lilah nor Eve would ever extend him the courtesy.

"Now with the pleasantries over, let's get down to business," said Eve. "Wolfram & Hart have done you a lot of favors in getting set up. Now you are going to do something for us."

"Of course," replied Fink. He knew full well what double-crossing these people could do to him.

"One of our clients is preparing for a large scale operation throughout California," said Lilah. "The details do not concern you. There are certain forces that need to be eliminated in order to accommodate our client's needs."

She handed Fink a file. He opened it. Inside were pictures and reports about several women.

"The first two work for a detective agency here in Los Angeles. The brunette is a top priority. She is of great benefit to her employer," continued Lilah.

"Without her his operation will be compromised. He also will be left unaware of our plans," added Gavin.

Fink looked at the picture of Cordelia Chase. His trained eye could easily see the depraved slut in her.

"The second girl isn't of as much importance. However, her superior intellect does pose a problem. I trust you can make sure she won't be able to outsmart a vegetable after you had a go at her?" Lilah smiled wickedly.

"Not a problem," replied Fink. He read through the information on the young science specialist.

"The next group is from a little town called Sunnydale. It is on the particular site we need for our client. Once the first two are dealt with we will make the arrangements to lure them here," said Eve. "Only three of them are of any priority. But the chances are you'll need to deal with at least four of them."

"The redhead is a powerful witch. Her partner too," added Lilah. 

Fink stopped looking at the information for Willow Rossenberg and Tara McClay. He stared at Lilah. "Witches?" he asked. "You mean the rumors about all the supernatural crap you people do are true?"

"That isn't important, Fink," answered Lilah Morgan with a patronizing smile. It made Fink fume inside. "Rossenberg has the power to derail our plans. She needs to be dealt with as will the Slayer, Buffy Summers. The ex-demon Anya may also be a problem. She has no power anymore. But she does possess a long memory with a vast amount of knowledge on certain matters. She is also incredibly self-centered. She may not bother to join the other three when they come to you."