Office Girl Dani: Part Four

Dani the model

Ms. Lola sat at her desk, poring over financial data, a strangely satisfied smile on her face. Occasionally, a slight gasp escaped her lips. When she heard a knock on the door, she called, "Enter."

In came Madame Poupee, the magazine's fashion editor and designer. "We have a problem,  Mam'zelle Lola," she reported.

Lola looked up and asked, "What's the problem?"

Poupee handed her a file of photographs. "None of these models is right for the new line of clothes you want to market...and these are the best I've looked at."

"You mean the line I want to sell to cross-dressers?" Lola asked.

"Yes...we need someone who can look like a male in feminine attire...and still be attractive and sexy," Poupee replied.

"I believe I have the perfect choice," Lola said. She pushed her chair away from the desk and said, "Dani?"

Her assistant arose from under the desk, her lips still glistening from Lola's juices. "Yes, Ms. Lola?" she asked.

"I want you to go with Madame Poupee...we may have a new assignment for you."

"Of course, Ms. Lola," Dani replied, straightening her skirt. "Where are we going, Madame?"

Madame Poupee, at first startled by Dani's sudden appearance, regained her composure and took a stroll around Dani. "Oui, her height makes her seem masculine...not to mention her somewhat broad shoulders."

Lola chuckled. "Dani doesn't just seem masculine, Poupee...she was born male and remains so in every way except how she dresses and acts. Isn't that right, Dani?"

Dani blushed. "Yes, Ms. Lola...I am just your male lesbian lover and personal assistant."

Poupee smiled. "Then I think she will do nicely. Come along, Dani, I want you to try on some outfits..."

Three days later

"Mam'zelle Lola, I'm afraid Dani just isn't working out," Madame Poupee reported.

"I thought you said she was the perfect look for our line of clothes for sissies and nancy-boys?" Lola responded.

"Oui...but she does not move like a model...she moves like an ordinary woman. A model must have a special grace, an ability to put forth a mood, an attitude, with simply a gesture or a pose. I have been trying to explain it to her and demonstrate, but I am getting nowhere."

Lola frowned and thought a moment. "Leave it to me...I know exactly what to do..."

Later that day, Lola called Dani back to her office. "Madame Poupee tells me your efforts at modeling have been less than successful..."

Dani hung her head in shame. "I am sorry, Ms. Lola...but it just seems to be something I cannot accomplish."

"Nonsense," Lola retorted. "With proper training, my Sissified Sweetheart can do anything. I believe the problem is you don’t have the right incentive. You can’t visualize what it means to be on the catwalk, in front of all those people. And without that motivation, it’s hard to be excited about being a model, am I right?”

“Always, Mistress,” Dani curtseyed.

Mistress Lola smiled. “You have been taught well. I think I know what will help though. Do you know what these are?” she pointed to the object on her table.

“It looks like a VR headset, Mistress.”

“Correct, sweetie. I’ve had a very special type of training program created for you. Put the helmet on.”

Dani did as she was told. Lola flicked the switch on the back of the headset to power it on, and at once Dani heard the familiar mind-controlling melody that so often filled her head these days. Looking around, she saw that she had been placed in a black room, lit up by the shiny silver catwalk beneath her and a bright pink light off in the distance. As she looked left and right, she noticed she was standing in a line of models, each blankly staring forward.

“Your training begins now, Dani,” came Mistress Lola’s voice from the real world. “The headset is calibrated to detect your every motion, your every gesture. Your task is to be in perfect synchronization with the models around you. As long as you stay perfectly matched with them, you will feel pleasure like so…”

Dani shivered as the ever-arousing ‘Nice’ filled her senses.

“But the moment you get something wrong…”

Everything went black, and Dani heard the word ‘Bad’ fill her head. It was a terrible thing to hear, so full of disappointment and shame. It made her feel upset at herself, ashamed of performing badly. She did not want to be bad. She wanted to be nice. Her vision filled again, the catwalk and pink light returning, the models appearing by her side.

“Let’s see how well you do. Your goal is to make it to the light. Your training starts...now.”

The models began to move forward, their long legs strutting perfectly on their catwalks. Dani did her best to move with them. She took a few steps forward, feeling the buttplug vibrating as she did so. Then….

Bad

“You need to move your legs with more confidence,” came her Mistress’ voice. “Each step should be a statement, a bold, confident click of your heels as you strut across that floor. Again.”

The display reset itself, and Dani started again. She tried harder to strut like the models around her, to move with the self-assuredness of a true model. She looked down at her feet to see where they were going. The screen went black.

Bad

“Never look down, Dani. Always look forward. Focus only on that pink light ahead of you. Act as if an invisible string is pulling your head straight up. Now try again.”

The scene started again. This time Dani held her chin up, her eyes concentrated on the light in front of her. She could still see the models around her in her peripheral vision, still see their movements, but her attention was directed straight ahead.

Nice

The buttplug vibrated slightly faster for a second as a reward. Dani started to strut across the catwalk. This was so nice. She wasn’t going to be bad. She was going to be nice. It was nice to be a model. It was nice to act like a proper model. It was nice to be like the other models. She wanted to be a good model. She wanted to be sexy. She wanted to be adored. She wanted to look good, to make the clothes she was wearing to look fabulous, to make people want to wear her clothes, to make people want to look like her. The fact that her thoughts were in Mistress Lola’s voice did not bother her. She knew that Mistress’ words were her thoughts, and accepted them as her own.

The training continued for some time, with Dani getting Bad and Nice depending on her actions. Thanks to this negative and positive reinforcement, she found her body adjusting to how it needed to move, to act, to be. The gaps between Bads were longer and longer, the pink light getting closer and closer, brighter and brighter each time. Dani felt happier and happier each time she got closer to the light. And why shouldn’t she? She was a model now, a graceful, confident woman. And her hard work paid off when she finally reached that pink light and found…

Dani was still walking, still strutting like the confident model she now knew herself to be. But her surroundings had completely changed. She was still on a catwalk, but it ran down a packed theatre full of bright flashing photobulbs and cheering fans. The music had changed too - it was no longer the peaceful entrancing melody that had filled her head with the proper thoughts. Now it was a thudding electronic beat, perfect for the modern model to strut to.

“You are a perfect fashion model,” said the music in a dull, robotic monotone that suited the harsh electronic tempo. It was her Mistress’ voice, and it enforced the statement in her mind. “You are here to sell clothes. You are here to look your best. You are here to make a statement in fashion.”

“Make a statement,” Dani mumbled, getting lost in the strut, her face frozen in an emotionless pout.

“You must make the crowd love you. You must make the crowd love your clothes. Make them happy with your look. Treat the crowd like your Mistress.”

And though she knew she couldn’t look to the side, from the corner of her eyes Dani could see that the crowd was in fact her Mistress. Each of the thousands of people she could see were clones of Lola Venus, admiring her, encouraging her, applauding her.

Dani knew she had to please the crowd. She came to the end of the catwalk, leaned back on her heels to highlight her legs, and then turned to go back up the catwalk. But instead of a stage she saw it had another end, another place to turn, and the crowd was applauding her, cheering for her. It was so nice to please the crowd, to show off the clothes that her company was selling. 

“You are a walking mannequin,” said the music. “Your purpose is to show off your clothes. To make people want your clothes. To look perfect in your clothes.”

“Perfect,” Dani sighed, as she took another turn, walking once more down the runway. It continued for what felt like hours, the music reinforcing her thoughts, the crowd cheering and smiling and encouraging her so much. Until finally things become blurry and fuzzy, the music getting softer and quieter, until there was nothing but darkness and silence.

Back in the real world, Lola unfastened the headset and placed it back on her desk. She snapped her fingers in front of the entranced sissy, bringing her back to reality. Dani hazily shook her head, then stared into her Mistress’ eyes. 

"I am ready to return to my modeling, Ms. Lola," she said.

“Good girl,” Ms Lola smiled. “After all, we need to make sure that the public face of my new Pansy Passion line is at her very best, don’t we?”

The next day

Lola was called to Madame Poupee's studio. When she arrived, she saw Dani, dressed in one of the flirty outfits from the new line of clothes. Dani smiled, she batted her eyes, she wiggled her hips and her tits. She was clearly in character as the come-on queen who would wear such a frock. As the camera flashed, she struck pose upon pose, always perfectly in keeping with the scenario. Lola smiled and applauded.

"That is enough in that dress, ma petite," Poupee said. And Dani curtseyed, reverting instantly to her normal, sweetly submissive character. "She takes on the appropriate look and attitude with each outfit," Poupee advised. "In the office wear, she is the perfect secretary; in the baby-dolls, practically a whore. I cannot wait until I get her into some fetish gear."

Lola laughed. "Neither can I."