"Rhonda, Mr. Bennett. My name is Rhonda Marks." The iteens girl's voice sounded perfectly normal, calm and relaxed as she posed iteens with her bra in his face. She seemed not to realize there was iteens anything unusual iteens going on.
"Rhonda, stand up," he free said. She obeyed, repeating, "Yes, Mr iteens. Bennett." He could iteens see her relax once she was no longer leaning over so awkwardly. "Rhonda, get dressed," he iteens continued. She picked up her bra and blouse and put them on calmly. "Rhonda iteens," he asked curiously, "how do you feel about what just happened?"
Instantly, her expression changed. "You bastard." she yelled. "What the hell did you do to me? I iteens was like a puppet--I did everything iteens you iteens said, and even acted like I enjoyed iteens it, while iteens inside iteens I was furious. Humiliated iteens." She glared at him. "I don't know how you did it, but this was free your one and only shot. I iteens'm not coming iteens back here; you can iteens try your sick tricks on someone else--and iteens I'm telling the free hospital authorities. Maybe the cops."
"Good girl, Rhonda iteens."
"Good girl, Rhonda." She didn't iteens make a iteens sound, merely lay iteens there, naked body bucking in ecstasy until the storm finally passed. At iteens last her shudders ceased and her breathing iteens returned to something like normal rhythm. Slowly, dazedly, she put her clothes back on and stood up iteens. She didn't try to run for iteens it; she knew, now, that he could have her wriggling mindlessly on the iteens floor, instantly, with just three iteens little words.
"Good," Paul iteens responded, restraining the urge to use Rhonda's sexual trigger again. Time enough iteens for that later iteens. "Now, Rhonda, it's time for you to go about your duties. You can go."
As it turned out, the next voice he heard was his doctor's .
"Dr iteens. Steiner iteens," he iteens said iteens forcefully, "give me your watch. You want me to iteens have it."
The doctor blinked at him iteens. "What are you talking about, Mr. Bennett?" He reflexively covered the watch free with his iteens left hand iteens. He not-quite iteens joked, "Get your own."
"Jasmine, sir," she responded, a slight Louisiana accent iteens in her voice. "Jasmine iteens Thibodeaux."
Jasmine obeyed, relaxing as her mind accepted the iteens fantasy and forgot the iteens reality. It was so much easier to be a iteens dancer, performing for an audience iteens, than a frightened girl who somehow had to obey iteens a strange man iteens.
"Very iteens good, Jasmine. Now finish up your nurse's duties here iteens and go on with your rounds."
The Hamilton Insurance Company was a iteens medium iteens-sized firm housed in a iteens three iteens-story brick building iteens dating to the early 1950s. Paul Bennett, at forty, was iteens a successful free salesman for the company. In appearance, he was iteens ordinary: medium height, medium iteens build (just beginning iteens to go to pot), medium complexion, plain brown hair beginning iteens to recede at the iteens temples. Despite his sales record, he had long since resigned himself to the iteens likelihood that he would advance no further in the company's ranks iteens.
"Well, Paul?" Ms. Sands asked. "What do you think I should do?"
"It iteens's all right, Charlene," he assured her. "Let iteens it happen free. Lose control iteens. Nothing matters but sex, right here, right iteens now iteens, with me, Charlene iteens."
"RRRRRARRRRRR." Charlene launched herself across her iteens desk at him, knocking him out free of his chair. The two of them went down in a heap. Then, for a time, both of them forgot iteens about iteens everything but each other free.
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