"I love these drinks," Lois purred, her half-lidded aroused eyes following the sexy, shapely stylist's ass as she minced over to mix her another concoction.
"We all do," Dee Dee smiled over to Lois, who was pinching one of her tits with one hand, while she thrust her horny little pussy forward and fingered her asshole with the other. Dee Dee giggled lightly, having finished mixing Lois' tonic and trotted over to the sex-addled former reporter. She presented the drink to Lois, who batted her eyelashes at Dee Dee and pouted her lips. Reluctantly, her hands left her tits and her asshole and she accepted the cup and began drinking the sweet-tasting liquid.
"Naughty little slut loves her ass play, doesn't she?" Dee Dee teased, and Lois gave her a knowing look as she downed her drink.
"I looooove getting fucked in the ass," Lois murmured, her expression softening as Dee Dee's tonic worked quickly to once more relax her mind, "...feel no shame in the pleasure it brings me."
"And why should you? Never be ashamed of pleasure," Dee Dee husked, planting soft kisses up and down Lois' neck before she bent down and turned her attention to the soon-to-be propaganda agent's tits. Lois leaned her head back at the pleasure she was receiving, and then yelped in surprise when Dee Dee squeezed her ass. Pulling Lois in tighter, she then inserted three fingers into Lois' recently-cleaned out ass and began to pump them in and out, causing the former reporter to nearly cum on the spot.
Just as soon as the ass play started it stopped, and Lois whined out at the sudden loss of sexual stimuli to her ass. She parted her lips to complain when Dee Dee brought a finger to her lips to silence her, "I'm sorry, but you need to be ready for tonight and there is still so much to do. Now, follow me."
"So much to do," Lois repeated, the effects of the relaxing tonic taking hold of her mind and body, "...Must follow..."
"If people are going to eat up every single word you say then you need to look your very best," Dee Dee explained, guiding Lois to another room of the New U Salon by the hand.
"Look my very best," Lois murmured, flashing a sexy smile. She felt almost as if she was floating after the sexy stylist, she felt so relaxed.
"You must have perfect hair, perfect makeup, perfect clothes. You're skin must be flawless," Dee Dee cooed.
"Must be perrrrfect," Lois husked, her eyes half-lidded with arousal, "Flawlessssss."
"You must never allow yourself to be a wrinkled, overworked hag. You will keep a trim figure," Dee Dee went on, "We see it almost every day on the news. Wrinkled hags and bloated pigs don't get listened to. They get mocked. They will never be believed. Ugly will always be rejected. But attractive, sexy people will always get attention. They'll always be listened to, no matter what they're saying. And an incredibly sexy, gorgeous woman with a brain? You'll always be trusted."
"Yesssss! Must be trusted," the brainwashed reporter droned on.
"So sweetie, as long as you keep coming to the New U Salon I will ensure you will always be sexy and gorgeous," Dee Dee promised, opening a door. Lois marched in with a sleep, contented smile, knowing that Dee Dee and the New U Salon will always help her remain sexy and gorgeous in her new role as a propaganda agent!
"Now, it's time for your body scrub, Lois," Dee Dee grinned.