Mind Control Monday: Good Girls Don't Think (Patreon)

You were clearing a jam in the copier when you suddenly remembered that you were not some stupid secretary. You held a Masters degree. So why were you dressed like some 1950s sitcom wife and making copies and fetching coffee? Then you remembered that the pretty lights told you good girls don't think and you fixed that copier and wiggled that cute as back to the meeting, where it was sure to get some pats and squeezes. Just like good girls liked.