Jennifer knocked on the door and tried to look innocent and helpless. On the plus side she had the right face for it. On the downside she was wearing skintight black latex on the small part of skin that wasn’t exposed, well underneath her long black leather coat.
A man answered the door, in his early 30’s, glasses and long brown hair pulled back in a pony tail, a relatively hip intellectual type. “Hello. Can I help you?”
“Could you ever! My battery’s dead and my cell phone too. It’s a nightmare day, y’know. I’ve been so busy with school and shopping and y’know, everything. And I really could use a jump.” Jennifer hammed it up, batting her eyelashes and playing with her hair. It may not have been Oscar worthy, but calculated to make any man feel protective and uncomfortable aroused.
“I’m sorry, I’m no good with cars. Maybe you should knock on that door there, two guys live there who are always working on their cars.”
‘Okay’ Jennifer thought to herself, any guy but this one.’
“No! I mean, no thanks. You seem trustworthy and I feel bad enough knocking on the door of one guy I don’t know. Maybe you could call Triple A for me?”
“You could use my phone, are you a member?”
“No, I totally should join, but there’s just never enough money, y’know?”
“But mathematically, it’s much cheaper than if..., sorry I tend to lecture. Professional hazard I guess.”
“Oh are you a teacher?”
“Well mainly a researcher, but yes some teaching.”
“Oh teaching, that’s so fascinating. There’s always something new to learn in so many ways.” Jennifer couldn’t believe all this blatant vamping was having no effect on this guy, maybe he was gay. “Could I please come inside, it’s cold.”
“Sure, sorry, sure come inside. And I’ll call Triple A for you.”
Good thought Jennifer, finally some thawing.
Inside, he seemed slightly more comfortable around her. She realized he wasn’t gay, just incredibly shy. Well that generally made things easier.
“So what do you teach?”
“I teach organic chemistry, usually to freshman. I have advanced seminars, but usually only one or two students, and they’re usually more like co workers. I had a student Jeff who did brilliant work with urine.”
“Urine, euhh!”
“No, he had a theory that related to cheating and mating patterns in voles as influenced by oxytocin bonding.”
Jennifer didn’t have to act to look completely puzzled. “Oxywhatsit?”
“Oxytocin, it’s a chemical produced in the brain. If a vole has more of it, they couple up right away, if it’s blocked they’re completely disintersted. Anyway Jeff figured out how this might explain women’s behaviour in relationships based on the urine of abusive men.”
“This student of your collected urine from assholes?” Jennifer asked in disbelief.
“No, I’m pretty sure all the subjects peed normally.”
Jennifer stared blankly at him for a moment till she realized he was kidding.
“Nice deadpan. You totally had me there. I thought you were serious but the whole thing was a gag right?”
“No, Jeff really did the experiments. Some interesting field work but it’s all hush, hush, commercial secrets and whatnot.”
“C’mon, you can trust me.” She leaned close to him, lips only a few inches from his, her eyes big as the sky.
“I’m sorry, I’m really not allowed... Confidences... y’know?” He added hopefully.
“It’s so warm in here” she said, shrugging off her coat. This had a predictable effect.
“aaaahh,” he stammered “nice outfit.”
“Do you like it? I was on my way to the strip club where I work, this is my uniform.”
“Hmm. Are you an ecdysiast?”
“No, I’m the manager.”
“Oh my.” The professor was having a very difficult time keeping eyecontact. Which Jennifer din’t mind, that was all part of the plan.
“So like I was saying Prof, you can trust me. I’m a very responsible person.” She lifted his chin with her fingertips so that he was staring deep into her eyes. “I’m sure that if you just look me in the eyes you’ll know you can trust me with anything.”
Prof Zeemer stared into a pair of very deep blue eyes and tried to fight the fuzzy feeling creeping over his brain. “I’ve just met you.”
“But you like me don’t you. You think I’m so very sexy, don’t you pookie?”
“Yes, very sexy. But that doesn’t mean I should trust you.”
“But you want to trust me. You want me to like you and you don’t want me to leave. You want to keep staring into my eyes. My beautiful eyes. What do you want to do, pookie?”
“I want to keep staring into your beautiful eyes.”
“That’s my good little pet. It feels so good to stare into my eyes. And you’re starting to feel a little sleepy. Sleepier and sleepier. She ran her fingers softly over his face. So sleepy, you’re falling into a helpless little trance for me. A lovely little trance. You’re so tired, why don’t you sit right down on this couch for me. Your legs are so heavy. So very heavy aren’t they?”
“Yes, so heavy.”
“Sit down.” He sat.
“Such a good little pet.”
“So tell me about your work, and Jeff’s.”
“I shouldn’t” he said weakly, slurring a little.
“But you will, won’t you. For me?”
“Yes” he said with a contented sigh. He smiled as he gave up trying to fight.
Jennifer smiled herself. She felt that familiar tingle between her legs as she watched a man give himself to her. She allowed her hand to drift beneath her pants as the brilliant academic told all of his and his best student’s secrets to her. She felt a familiar orgasm building beneath her deft fingers.
“Pookie, I want you to stroke yourself for me. I want to watch you come from watching me touch myself. And I want you to concentrate on my beautiful body. It will feel so good to touch yourself while watching me, that you’ll be even more devoted to me than before. Now.”
That’s nice she thought to herself as he unzipped his pants and began to stroke his cock for her. His eyes devoured her body. Seeing a man captivated by her body in the FHRA uniform was one of her favourite things.
“Good boy. Keep going. I want you to come when I come. And what I want is the most important law in the world isn’t it.”
“Yes.”
“Oh, it’s close. I’m so close. Come for me, come for me my pet. Ahhhh” she moaned helplessly. Instantly he came for her, thick cum spurting as she screamed her orgasm to the rafters. She smiled as she imagined shocked neighbors completely unused to hearing sex noises from this apartment.
...
Hanna once again considered her elite group of hypnotists. Some of the strippers and escorts had completed thier tier 2 training and so there were a few new faces. In addition to her tried and true leiutenants Pamela, Sara and Jennifer, there was sultry Kimberly, the buxom Charesa, Jessica who worked the sexy geek chic to it’s breaking point and the beautiful red haired Esther.
“Well my lovely ladies, tell me of our progress” commanded Hannah.
“I have seduced and taken control over a very successful CEO. He turned over all of his personal assets and a mid sized stock trading company over to me. I have in turn put all of these assets into the FHRA, so now we have a very large bank account for all of us, plus a great way to funnel money from some of our less licit businesses.”
“Well done Pamela. And I won’t even speculate how much of a cut you took before you turned those assets over to me.”
“A girl’s gotta have her secrets Hanna. You taught me that.” Pamela struck a very sexy pose, hands on her hips and hand behind her head in her best Marylyn Monroe imitation.
“And who else has something to report.”
“Well as you know Hanna, the strip club I took over has been doing booming business. And we are slowly conditioning the clients to spend more and to come more often to our club, and only our club. Soon the majority of our clients will be ready and willing to do even more for us. And many of the girls working there are good candidates for our little orginization. Also that researcher, Prof Zeemer has been making progress on a natural breast augmentation process that actually works. If we can market that, even underground it will make a fortune as well as bring us recruits in droves.”
“Hey, that’s not cool. If everyone can have breasts like these how am I going to keep all of my boy toys.”
“With the hypnosis skills we’ve been teaching you, or at least trying to if you’d pay attention.”
“I’m sorry. I’m not used to having to pay attention. Usually if I needed to pass a class I just wore tight low cut shirts and giggled a lot. Heeeheee.”
“That’s not going to work on us, Charesa dear” advised Esther.
“Speak for yourself Esther. Keep giggling and I’ll start pulling your hair Charesa” warned Pamela.
“Before this degenerates into a lesbian spank inferno, I want to hear more about this breast augmentation process. If it actually works why hasn’t this Professor patented it.”
“Well aside from the fact he’s really not all that motivated by money, there are some troubling side effects he hasn’t licked yet.”
“I bet it’s the only thing he hasn’t licked yet since Jennifer’s been using him.” heckled Sara.
“You’re just jealous because no one’s licking your asshole these days.”
“What do you think our prisoner does in between workouts and writing?” responded Sara.
“What?” demanded Hanna.
“She said ‘what do you think...’”
“I know what she said.”
“Then why did you ask....?”
“Shut up Pamela. Go water the prisoner.”
“Are you sure you wouldn’t rather have Sara...” asked Pamela helpfully.
“Go!” shouted Hanna.
She left to water the prisoner, smiling at the trouble she’s stirred up. All part of her plan to assume leadership of the FHRA. Soon, she thought to herself, soon.