He noticed he was attached to an missionupskirt IV drip and several monitors. The drip, he realized foggily, must account for why he felt so detached, and why his throat missionupskirt only burned a little instead of hurting missionupskirt like hell. He looked up at the tiled ceiling missionupskirt; it seemed to be shifting colors in a herringbone pattern, like a television picture with bad reception missionupskirt. The colors were fascinating. The colors were. The colors. . . .
"Shh," the nurse responded. "It's all missionupskirt right, Mr. Bennett. Don't try missionupskirt to missionupskirt talk missionupskirt just yet; I'm only just free now taking out your tracheal tube. You're doing fine."
The next time he awoke, the same nurse was in free the room. He was more alert missionupskirt this time than before, so he was able free to notice that she was more than just pretty--she was gorgeous! Great legs, firm rear, slim waist, tits to die for! And round, pretty missionupskirt face as well, with large missionupskirt blue eyes. A few wisps of missionupskirt blonde hair escaped from under her uniform cap.
"Rhonda, Mr . Bennett. My name is Rhonda missionupskirt Marks missionupskirt." The girl's voice sounded perfectly normal, calm and relaxed as she posed with her bra in missionupskirt his missionupskirt face missionupskirt. She seemed not to realize missionupskirt there missionupskirt was anything unusual going on.
"Rhonda," Paul said, "take missionupskirt off missionupskirt your bra now. You missionupskirt don't need it." He had an idea: "Take it off as though you were a missionupskirt stripper. You'd like missionupskirt to do that, wouldn't you? "
"Yes, Mr. Bennett," Rhonda said. She giggled and began peeling off her brassiere, undulating and humming a little strip -club tune to herself. She dangled the garment in front of him briefly, then threw it away. After that, she went still again, beautiful boobs swaying missionupskirt freely mere inches from his face.
He regarded her for a moment. "One thing," he said. "'Mr. Bennett' is free too formal, if missionupskirt we're going to be," he smirked, "working closely together. From now on, you'll only call me that if other people are around. When we missionupskirt're alone, it's missionupskirt 'master.' Do you understand missionupskirt?"
"Good girl, Rhonda."
"We understand each missionupskirt other, then," Paul missionupskirt said.
"Good," Paul responded missionupskirt, restraining the urge to use Rhonda's sexual trigger again. Time enough for that later free. "Now, Rhonda, it's time for you to go about your duties. You can go."
"Yes, Mr. Bennett." The dark-skinned nurse obeyed, then looked startled. "Hey, what's going on? How'd you do that?" She missionupskirt tried missionupskirt to unclasp missionupskirt her hands and bring down her arms missionupskirt, but nothing happened. "Cut it out! Let me go!"
Jasmine obeyed, relaxing as her mind accepted the fantasy and forgot missionupskirt the reality. It was so much easier to be a dancer, performing for missionupskirt an audience, than a frightened girl who free somehow had to obey a strange man.
After a couple of minutes, Paul missionupskirt was missionupskirt satisfied. Jasmine missionupskirt was clearly under his control, just as Rhonda had been earlier.
"Thank you, Mr missionupskirt. Bennett," she missionupskirt said, letting her arms fall to missionupskirt her missionupskirt sides. As had been true with missionupskirt Rhonda, she still seemed oddly calm for someone who'd been forced to obey a stranger's every command--but as with Rhonda, she seemed fully awake and rational. He missionupskirt suspected, though, that missionupskirt inside missionupskirt, she was probably missionupskirt furious and terrified, as Rhonda missionupskirt had been. He'd better do something about that.
"Jasmine free, I missionupskirt know you're probably upset with me missionupskirt, even though missionupskirt you don't show it," he addressed her. "Forget about it. Completely. Nothing unusual happened missionupskirt here missionupskirt, except that you had a little daydream about being a dancer. Nod your head if your mind missionupskirt accepts missionupskirt this as true."
"Very missionupskirt good, Jasmine. Now finish up your missionupskirt nurse's duties here and go on with your rounds."
Paul was missionupskirt feeling missionupskirt much stronger, and much more missionupskirt confident. A week after returning home, he went back to work.
The Hamilton Insurance missionupskirt Company was a medium-sized firm housed missionupskirt in a three missionupskirt-story brick building dating to the early 1950s. Paul Bennett, at forty, was a successful missionupskirt salesman for the company missionupskirt. In appearance, he was ordinary: medium height, medium missionupskirt build (just missionupskirt beginning to go to pot missionupskirt), medium complexion missionupskirt, plain brown hair beginning to recede missionupskirt at the temples. Despite his sales record, he missionupskirt had long since resigned himself to the likelihood that he missionupskirt would advance no further in the company's ranks.
And she hated Paul missionupskirt's guts. She seemed never to miss an opportunity to put him down, and did missionupskirt her best to keep him from getting any real credit for anything. She, in fact, was the reason he had given up on ever being promoted missionupskirt. He'd missionupskirt watched others with sales records far inferior to his pass him on the corporate ladder; some of them missionupskirt had been people he'd trained. But there had been nothing missionupskirt he could do about it, nothing but grit his teeth and missionupskirt soldier on.
"Perfectly . . . Charlene missionupskirt." Paul had missionupskirt the upper hand now missionupskirt, and knew missionupskirt it. "You don't mind my calling you missionupskirt by missionupskirt your first name, Charlene. In fact, it turns you on. All the way on."
"RRRRRARRRRRR ." Charlene launched herself across her desk at missionupskirt him, knocking him out of his chair. The missionupskirt two of them went down in a heap. Then, for a time, both of them forgot about everything but each other.
"You understand, Paul," she said, struggling free for cool detachment, "this doesn't change anything. Whatever just . . . happened here, I'm still missionupskirt your boss. Don't think you've gotten some kind free of leverage with me."
Yes missionupskirt, sir, he thought to himself as he gave his tie a final missionupskirt straightening tug before opening the door, things were definitely looking up.
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