**Chapter 1: Executive Domination**

Kyle Broflovski stepped out of the elevator and onto the top floor of Broflos Inc., his heart sinking as he gazed out at the sleek, modern office space. He had been working as executive assistant to the CEO for three months now, and it still felt like a nightmare. The man he worked for was a constant thorn in his side, always pushing him to his limits. As he approached his desk, Kyle caught sight of Cartman lounging in his chair, a smug grin spreading across his face. "Well, well, well. Look what we have here," Cartman drawled, his eyes roving over Kyle's suit-clad body. "The little executive assistant, ready to take on the day. Or not." Kyle felt a familiar surge of anger at Cartman's tone, but he bit it back, reminding himself that he needed this job. He needed the paycheck, and he needed the experience. "What can I do for you, Cartman?" he asked, his voice neutral. Cartman's grin grew wider. "Oh, I think you can do a lot for me, Kyle. I have a meeting with some potential investors in an hour, and I need you to make sure everything is perfect. And by perfect, I mean I need you to make sure you're perfect." Kyle raised an eyebrow, sensing where this was going. "What do you mean?" Cartman leaned forward, his eyes glinting with amusement. "I mean, I need you to make sure you're dressed to impress. And by dressed to impress, I mean I need you to wear that little black dress you wore to the company party last month." Kyle's face went hot with anger. "You know I'm not comfortable in that dress, Cartman. And besides, it's not exactly... work-appropriate." Cartman's expression turned cold. "I don't pay you to question me, Kyle. I pay you to do what I say. Now, go change into that dress. And don't bother trying to argue with me, because I won't be hearing it." Kyle felt a spark of defiance ignite within him, but he knew better than to push Cartman too far. He nodded curtly and turned to head to the bathroom to change, his mind racing with ways to get out of this situation. But as he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror, he couldn't help but feel a twinge of uncertainty. What was he getting himself into, working for a man like Cartman? And why did his body seem to respond to Cartman's dominance in ways he couldn't explain?