The NRC Vice President – An Agenda Story

Alexia smiled at the bus driver as she left the bus. She had been traveling for quite some time. Her chocolate eyes sparkled, and in the light flecks of green dotted them. They seemed to not be able to focus, looking this way and that way, her pupils slightly larger than normal. Her rich brown hair, long and curly cascaded down her back. Her lips were lustrous, and painted a cherry red, puffed ever slightly in a bee stung pout. Upon her head she had those cute headphones with the cat ears, that moved, in a shade of pink. She wore a short skirt, that just barely covered her cute little nerdy panties. A mario crop top adorned her chest, leaving little to the imagination, nipples clearly poking out, and trying trying to escape the fabric. Her tiny belly lay bare, a butterfly navel ring predominantly displayed. Her legs covered in black thigh high stockings, held up by a lacy garter belt. Her feet were protected by cute little Mary Jane style shoes with a 4 inch heel.

The bus driver couldn’t help but stare as she skipped away from the bus, throwing a backpack on over her back. Her skirt bouncing ever so slightly, revealing a deadpool face on the back of her panties. A slight bulge visibly showing in his pants. The smell of her perfume still lingering from when she walked by, making him feel dizzy and very turned on. Luckily, this was his last stop, and as he closed the door, headed back to the bus depot, to go home, and deal with his sexual frustrations.

She wasn’t sure why she had come to this city. Only that The Agenda had commanded her, and she was only happy to comply. They had been sending her all over the place, and had she not been back to HQ for a while. Alexia didn’t care. She only had to obey, and ignore the small silent voice in the back of her mind screaming at her to run away.

Behind the techno music she was skipping along to listening to, was a very silent subliminal message telling her where to go. Alexia was blissfully unaware of these silent commands as she skipped down the streets of Austin.

The Agenda had recruited her months before. She couldn’t remember much before she had joined, only that she had to follow their orders, which made her very happy. When they found her she had been a depressed, boring, studious, straight A medical student. After many months of conditioning and work was a bubbly girl, eager to obey. Her clothes were all now cute and risque, her lips had been pumped into a perfect bee stung pout. Her face was always made up perfectly, and her breasts: which had already been large; bounced hypnotically while she walked,sitting perky and large on her chest. A perfect girl to ensnare more minds for The Agenda. A seductress. A perfect sex toy. One that could do nothing but obey. And her instructions were to seduce, and recruit.

A small part of her remembered.