Editing Reailty Book 2 – Chapter 8: Creating a New Secretary by mypenname3000
Steve Davies
I shoved my teaching materials into my satchel while admiring the naked girls in my classroom. Two weeks had passed since I’d edited my classroom to have every girl strip naked. I had a lot of fun. I’d enjoyed all my female students, savoring their delicious snatches quivering about my cock. My students were learning even better than before.
Two weeks of fun. Two weeks of improving things.
I was editing the people I knew, making their lives better. I found friends that were having financial problems, health problems, and relationship problems and tweaked them. I improved the beauty of a dozen girls at my school, increasing the number of hotties attending Rainier Christian College.
I scanned my students. I still didn’t know who the other editor was. I could still find no evidence of their existence. No student at my college was edited by them. No staff. No parents that I could find. No one at my church. In my social life.
Only that one ballot-printing machine.
Maybe they weren’t in Rainier, and yet they had made me mayor of the city. It was exasperating. I didn’t understand it one bit. I was about to be sworn in as mayor. I would get my chance to change things without using the app.
Why would they put me in this position?
I spent hours thinking about it. Racking my brain. It made no damned sense to me at all. Anael claimed he was my opponent. That we were playing a game, but she couldn’t tell me what the rules were. The stakes.
“The rules are what you and your opponent make of it,” Anael had said. “The stakes are up to you two to decide. You have the free will to do it.”
“Then why is he making me mayor?” I’d asked. “How is that doing anything but give me an advantage?”
Anael had shrugged then suggested I fuck Yumiko Itou again. I did like that sexy, Japanese girl cumming on my cock. She was already pregnant with her boyfriend’s child, which made it hotter to spill in her.
The door to my classroom opened and Linnaea Griffin walked in. She was my substitute for the rest of the day, a slender, young woman. She had bright, blue eyes, her blonde hair pulled up in a bun that gave her this naughty expression as her fingers immediately slipped out of the dark-blue blazer she wore.
“Hey, Linnaea,” I said, smiling as she hung her blazer on a coat rack I’d added to my classroom. Next to it was a cubby shelf holding my female student’s clothing in their own slots. “I’m glad you could come by.”
“Oh, I’m happy to take over one of your classes, Steve,” she said, unbuttoning her blouse. I smiled. She had no idea she was doing anything weird, the aura in the classroom adjusting her mind.
Linnaea’s youthful body came into view. She was in her mid-twenties, a delicious cutie. She removed her white blouse, her breasts clad in a cream-hued bra. A gold cross swayed as she reached behind her to unclasp her brassiere. She removed it, exposing her perky tits, small handfuls begging to be cupped, her nipples growing hard. She had a flat stomach and an outie bellybutton. She wiggled out of her skirt, her panties matching the bra. She slipped out of that next, her golden bush trimmed.
“Well, I’ll leave you to it,” I said, appreciating her naked body. “Tessa, be a dear and eat out Miss Griffin’s pussy. Make her feel welcome.”
“Yes, Mr. Davies,” purred the star of the girls’ basketball team. She bounded to her feet, her teardrop-shaped breasts quivering. She darted over, licking her lips.
Curious, I pulled out my phone as Tessa fell to her knees before Linnaea. I navigated through the substitute teacher’s menus to her Sexuality Sub-Menu. She was about as straight as she could be. I knew she was pretty conservative Christian, coming from a charismatic church. Thanks to this room, she just smiled in delight then moaned as the redhead went to town on her pussy.
“Have a good one,” I said, slipping my phone back into my pocket. I groped her ass on my way out of the room.
“Uh-huh,” quivered Linnaea, her blue eyes wide with pleasure. “Oh… Oh, Tessa… That’s… That’s… Oh, my.”
I grinned and left my classroom. I really needed to fuck more of the girls in the later hours, but the ones in first few classes always distracted me. I still needed to enjoy Rois and Dotty in this period, and JoBeth Black in my last class was a delicious treat.
My wife waited in the hallway. She wasn’t wearing her nurse’s scrubs but a nice outfit, something appropriate for what we were doing. It was a lovely dress, covered in flowery designs. It belted tight about her waist and the skirt fell down past her knees. The blouse had a scoop neckline, showing off a hint of her cleavage.
“She has a cute ass,” my wife said, staring past me at the closing classroom door. “What are my chances in seducing her?”
“Outside of my classroom?” I asked. “Not much. She’s straight as an arrow.”
My wife grinned. “Mmm, but arrows bend and flex when they’re fired. You never know what I can do.”
I smiled and put my arm around my wife’s shoulders. We headed down the hallway as I shook my head, my cock hard picturing my wife showing Linnaea a whole new world of pleasure. My dick twitched.
“I could edit her to make her more… amendable,” I told my wife.
“Where’s the fun in that?” she asked. “It’s not like you’re editing women for Becky to seduce any longer.”
I smiled. Our eldest daughter was blossoming after her mother. She had seduced several of her female professors. I tweaked a few of them to give her a good chance and swell her confidence, but her last one, Rosemarie Blum, I only edited to fix the horrific scars a car accident left her, restoring the history professor’s natural beauty.
“You haven’t wasted your edits for the day?” my wife asked as we neared the front of the college.
“Wasted?” I asked.
She patted my cock. “Sometimes you think with this and listen to that naughty angel prowling around you.”
My wife was still the only one that knew about Anael and the powers. She had never seen Anael. Even if the angel appeared when time wasn’t paused, no one could see her but me. They couldn’t even touch her. She seemed to only be able to manipulate people when they were paused.
“I have all three,” I said as we walked outside.
“Good,” my wife said. “Ooh, this is going to be interesting. You’re going to be mayor. And that’s just the beginning. We’re going to do so much for our community.”
I smiled, nodding my head. No more leaders messing up our town. I wouldn’t be swayed by a lobbyist working for big business. I would improve my town for everyone living here. The homeless were my pet project. It was how I ended up as mayor. I edited the outgoing mayor, Preston Wright, and the city council to be too altruistic.
They had passed an insane ordinance to increase property tax by 23% to build opulent homeless apartments. It was a big mistake on my part and led to me editing the recall election into existence. That led to my opponent making me into the mayor.
Why? That still itched at me.
Today, I was going to City Hall in advance of my Saturday swearing in. To meet the people, the staff, and get a feel for my new job. It was exciting. My fingers tingled with the opportunities it would provide.
It would mean more work for me. I would have to split my time between “teaching” and helping run the town. But I was eager for it.
I drove from the college through our town, leaving behind the school. We soon entered the heart of Rainier, our small community on the east side of Lake Washington. Mount Rainier, our namesake, loomed to the southeast, a white pinnacle thrust over the rest of the Cascade Mountains. The local businesses that I would protect passed by: Kern’s hardware, Rainier Cafe, George’s Cafe, Bullseye Gun Shop, The Ink Quill, The Green Thumb. There were the corporate locations, too, the Starbucks, the McDonalds, the Chipotle, and more. They were vital to the town’s economy.
I had to guide it all. I smiled as I drove past the citizens. They were all my responsibility. I had to improve their lives. I had to make Rainier an even better town. I felt the weight of my new position pressing on me as I neared City Hall.
I was eager for it. I had used my powers selfishly enough. It was time to give back.
I arrived at City Hall. I’d been here a handful of times. The last time was the disastrous announcement from Mayor Wright when I realized just how badly I messed up editing him. I parked behind the building and headed around the sidewalk with my wife to the main doors. They were glass, the city seal in gold on the door.
My hand tingled as I opened it, my wife clinging to my arm.
“Mr. Davies?” a young woman said. She was a little on the plump side, cute in a curvy way. She had her hair dyed purple and buzzed short on the right side. The tattoo of a purple butterfly adorned her throat, peeking out of the lilac blouse she wore, a pair of tight pants clinging to her thighs. Black plugs swelled her earlobes, spreading her normal earring piercings wider than my thumb. “Hi, I’m Imogene. We spoke on the phone.”
“Yes, hi,” I said, smiling at her and thrusting my hand out. “Nice to meet you. And you can call me Steve.”
“Hi, Steve,” she said, taking it, shaking with a clammy hand. Imogene would be my secretary here, her smile polite.
“This is my wife, Linda,” I said, releasing it.
“How nice to meet you,” Imogene said.
“Yes,” my wife said, her voice tight. It was subtle, but I knew her. She did not approve of Imogene.
“Well,” Imogene said, “let’s get the tour started.”
My wife pulled a legal pad out of her purse and began writing down notes on it. Imogene blinked but she just kept smiling. The plump girl turned and marched across the lobby, crossing the polished marble floor with the city seal set into it.
Imogene led us through the public areas, the small courtroom, the various offices that the citizens could come to for information or to get a variety of permits, then she led us up to the upper levels where the offices were. My wife kept writing the entire time, her pen rasping on the pad. Imogene would stop at office doors and knock. On some, no one answered, but on others, they did. I met Semyon Markov, our chief of police. He was a tall Russian with a crushing handshake and a big grin.