Isabel Rochev sat in the Queen Consolidated board room waiting for Moira Queen to arrive. The two of them had a meeting scheduled to discuss Isabel buying Moira out of the company. She was nearly a half hour late at this point.
"A lack of punctuality must run in the family," she thought to herself.
She heard a noise from her iPad indicating that she had a new e-mail. She pulled up her e-mail account and saw she had a message from Felicity Smoak. Isabel figured that Moira may have had Felicity send her an e-mail to explain her tardiness or possibly
to reschedule the meeting. There was no text in the e-mail save for a hyperlink. Isabel clicked on the link and her iPad screen was suddenly filled with rapidly fluctuating shapes, patterns and colors. She sat there completely mesmerized when a line of
text popped up.
ARE YOU A BIMBO?
Isabel immediately filled with rage. "The nerve of that bitch, just because she slept her way into a cushy executive assistant position doesn't make every woman a bimbo."
Without realizing it, she clicked on the dialogue box and answered the question
I am not a bimbo
YOU MUST BE, YOU LOGGED INTO BIMBO.COM
You are mistaken. I am a wealthy, powerful woman
SO YOU ARE A GOLD DIGGING SLUT?
No, I am not
WHAT DOES A GOLD DIGGING SLUT ACT LIKE?
They are basically prostitutes. They use sex to get money and material possessions. They will sleep with any man as long as he's rich and willing to spend his money to buy her things and take her places.
WHAT DO THEY LOOK LIKE?
They dress provocatively in order to draw attention from wealthy men.
SO YOU'RE A GOLD DIGGING SLUT BIMBO
Isabel was beside herself with anger. She couldn't wait to buy Moira's share of the company so that she could fire Felicity. In her blinding rage Isabel was completely unaware of the fact that her body was reshaping itself. Her waif like figure was
filling out quite considerably. Her waist stayed thin, but her hips flared and her ass plumped and rounded. Her modest 32B breasts expanded until they reached a healthy 34D. They looked impossibly large on her slight frame. Her conservative business attire
was replaced by a tight fitting halter and a tight, leather mini skirt. Her sensible flats were replaced by 6" stiletto heels.
Her mind began to slip as well. Her keen business sense was replaced by knowledge of the latest fashion trends. Her cutthroat attitude was replaced by a relentless drive to use her sexuality to improve her social standing and financial situation. Her
mind was flooded with knowledge of sexual techniques learned in order to keep her wealthy "friends" happy.
Her mind drifted to thoughts of Oliver Queen. She had spent the last of the money that she was able to get out of Malcom and Tommy Merlyn, so she needed a new sugar daddy. That is why she had been spending so much time around his club, Verdant. Unfortunately
for Isabel, Ollie was almost never at the club. So she decided to seek him out at his office building. Earlier she had given a blowjob to a security officer in exchange for access to the executive level of the compound. She checked her make-up and started
to make her way to Oliver's office.