"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 belle him briefly bellebrandihandjob, then threw it away. After that, she went still again, beautiful estate boobs swaying brandi freely mere inches from his face.

It belle had to have been the operation. It belle had done something to his voice. Paul vaguely brandi recalled reading an article years ago about how certain frequencies of belle fourche real estate sound outside the normal human hearing range could have physical and psychological effects even though they bellebrandihandjob were inaudible. Apparently they worked directly on the brain, without estate involving belle the ears. Maybe his larynx had been estate altered by job the surgery so that when he spoke, some extra frequency was produced bellebrandihandjob which compelled job obedience.

Rhonda shuddered job, picturing herself belle fourche real estate trying to explain how just a jpg few words from bellebrandihandjob a patient estate had had her doing real a strip act for jpg him. She'd be lucky just to lose her bellebrandihandjob job. "As for coming back here fourche," Paul went on, "of belle course you will, if it's part of your normal duties. And you'll do everything you can to make sure it continues to be part of your duties, won job't you?"

"Good girl, Rhonda." Paul thought for a belle moment bellebrandihandjob. "You fourche know, it's hardly fair for me to get all belle the pleasure out of this arrangement. So here belle fourche real estate's what we're belle going to try, Rhonda. Whenever you hear fourche my voice say belle, 'Good girl, Rhonda,' you'll job feel an overpowering sexual pleasure, strong enough to make you come no matter what. And each time you feel the pleasure belle, it'll be stronger than belle it was the time belle before, until you reach whatever your personal limit is. Do you understand me, Rhonda belle?"

"--th belle-thithiiiiieeeeeeeee---." Rhonda stiffened, her brandi back arching, eyes crossing; she writhed, then belle fourche real estate fell to her knees estate beside Paul brandi's bed.

"Good girl, Rhonda." The nurse toppled belle over, glassy-eyed, scrambling to tear hand off her clothing as her bellebrandihandjob body spasmed real uncontrollably.

"Yes . . . master . . . ." Rhonda replied belle, still a bit breathless.

"Good," Paul responded, restraining the urge brandi to use Rhonda's sexual trigger again. Time enough fourche for that later. "Now, Rhonda, it's time job for you to go about your belle duties. You can go."

As it turned out, the next voice he heard was his doctor's belle.

You can say that belle again, Doctor, Bennett said to himself. And estate I guess my belle hot little belle nurse didn't spill the beans.

"I'm feeling a lot better, Doctor--" he bellebrandihandjob squinted at the nametag on bellebrandihandjob the doctor's coat--"Steiner jpg." He laughed, then hand winced as his throat real twinged. "I guess I was pretty out of it for a while after the surgery bellebrandihandjob."

"What belle fourche real estate's your name belle?" he asked her.

Paul felt sorry for bellebrandihandjob her. "Forget your worries," he bellebrandihandjob suggested. "Imagine you're a dancer. Keep your real arms raised belle, and stand on tiptoe--that's right belle--and turn, slowly, slowly. Imagine you're on stage, under estate a spotlight, and a big audience is watching estate you estate, seeing how graceful brandi you are job. Applauding. Keep belle fourche real estate turning, slowly, slowly, for job the audience."

It was possible, he supposed. He'd heard that the hearing ranges of men belle fourche real estate and women were slightly different, with women being more sensitive estate to higher brandi frequencies belle than men were. If the jpg "something estate extra" his voice had gained were some magic high frequency, it might affect estate men and women differently.

Jasmine was still turning fourche, turning on tiptoe, hands clasped over her head. Her eyes were closed now belle, her lips slightly parted brandi. Clearly belle, she was enjoying herself in the fantasy he'd built real for her. It almost brandi seemed a shame to end it, but he'd bellebrandihandjob learned enough estate.

Her fourche eyes job opened. She sighed and settled back onto the soles of her feet.

Over the next few belle days jpg, cautious experimentation confirmed Paul's guesses fourche and fourche expanded bellebrandihandjob his understanding of his new abilities. As he'd thought, he could control women but not bellebrandihandjob men bellebrandihandjob. The--influence fourche, whatever it bellebrandihandjob was, could manipulate bellebrandihandjob not only actions but memories and real thoughts, and suggestions seemed not to wear off, at least in the short belle fourche real estate term belle. It belle didn't work over the phone, unless he specifically told his target face-to-face ahead of time to respond to phone commands.

There bellebrandihandjob was another belle fourche real estate quote, from nineteenth-century Britain: "Power corrupts, and absolute power corrupts absolutely." His power wasn't absolute belle; his inability to control men, for one thing, limited it bellebrandihandjob. But it was great enough bellebrandihandjob to offer plenty fourche of chances for corruption brandi.

Paul was feeling much stronger, and much more confident. A week after returning home, he went back bellebrandihandjob to work.

His immediate supervisor was belle a woman belle, Charlene Sands. Bennett had belle heard all the stories about how she'd estate slept her way to the top (or at least to middle job management). He wasn't sure belle he believed them, but it was certainly possible. She had the looks for it, tanned skin, a "killer bod" only somewhat concealed hand by the tailored business attire she wore belle fourche real estate, glossy black real hair, green eyes behind elegantly-framed glasses. She had the manipulative belle temperament for it, too.

Ms. Sands picked a folder belle off her job desk and waved it at belle him. "This is belle a cancellation request from Mrs. Sylvia Cortez belle fourche real estate. A belle half-million-dollar account. She says you screwed up by insuring only her and not her husband belle as well. And while you were out on belle your little vacation"--Paul flushed angrily, but said nothing--"he died. And under the policy you got her fourche to buy, she gets zip.

"I don't blame her for belle being angry. If it were belle me, I'd be suing." Ms. Sands reached up a hand to tip her glasses belle fourche real estate down, then looked at him over the rims. "As it is, she's cancelling one of our biggest accounts brandi. Unless belle," she fourche smiled belle grimly, "we fire you. She bellebrandihandjob's willing to keep her insurance, even belle fourche real estate under the circumstances, on belle that condition bellebrandihandjob."

And jpg this was bellebrandihandjob just bellebrandihandjob the beginning.