He noticed he was attached to an IV drip and several monitors. The drip, he tunaparty realized girl foggily, must account for why he tunaparty felt so detached, and why his throat only burned a little instead of hurting like hell. He looked up at the tiled ceiling; it seemed to be shifting colors in a herringbone pattern, like a tuna television tuna picture with bad reception. The colors were fascinating. The colors tunaparty were. The colors. . . .
When he tuna woke up again party, his head was clearer. He could tuna look sexy at the ceiling sexy without tuna hallucinating or sexy passing out. There seemed to be some activity around party girl him; a tunaparty very pretty nurse, he realized, was tunaparty disconnecting some party kind of tube sexy from tunaparty his tuna throat party, and he girl'd already been tunaparty detached from the intravenous tuna setup.
"Very tuna nice, babe," he said to the nurse, who held her position party as if turned into a statue. "What's your name, anyway?"
"Rhonda," Paul tunaparty said, "take off your bra now. You don't need it." He had an tuna idea: "Take it off as tunaparty though you were party a stripper. You girl'd like to sexy do that, wouldn't you? "
It had tunaparty to have been girl the operation. It had done something to his party girl voice. Paul vaguely recalled reading tunaparty an article years tunaparty ago about how certain frequencies of tuna sound outside the normal human hearing range could tuna have physical and psychological effects even though they were inaudible. Apparently they worked directly on the brain girl, without involving party the ears party girl. Maybe his larynx had been altered tunaparty by the surgery tunaparty so girl that when he party spoke party, some girl extra frequency was produced which compelled obedience.
"No, Rhonda," Paul sexy said. "You won't tell anyone. Any time you try, you'll forget all about it before you say or write tuna a tuna word." He smiled maliciously. "And you'll take off your sexy shirt tuna and bra, too, and keep them off for at least five minutes. Besides," the evil smile grew wider, "even if I let tunaparty you, what party would you tell them?"
"Good girl, Rhonda." Paul party girl thought for a tuna moment. "You know, it's hardly fair for me to get all the tuna pleasure tuna out of this arrangement. So here's what we're tuna going to try, Rhonda. Whenever you hear my sexy voice say, 'Good girl, Rhonda,' you'll feel an party overpowering sexual pleasure, strong tuna enough to sexy make you party come party no matter what. And each time you feel tunaparty the pleasure, it tuna'll be tuna stronger than it was the time before, until you reach tunaparty whatever tunaparty your personal limit is. Do you understand me, Rhonda?"
"Yes tuna, master," came the reply. Then, a flicker of defiance: "You sick jerk, you tuna'll never get away with tuna--"
Without a word, Rhonda fled.
He had tuna it: a tuna gimmick from stage hypnotism. It was pure show business, but it was a harmless suggestion which wouldn't get him sexy into trouble if it failed. "Jasmine, raise your arms above your head and tunaparty clasp your hands together, and party stay party girl that way."
But then why had Dr. Steiner been unaffected? Could it be, Paul wondered, that his--"power"--worked only on women tuna?
Jasmine tuna was still turning, turning on tiptoe, hands tuna clasped over her head. Her eyes were closed now tuna, her lips slightly parted. Clearly, she was enjoying tuna herself in the fantasy he'd built for her. It almost party seemed a shame to end it, but he'd tuna learned enough.
Just how tuna far his control extended, wasn't sure he wanted to party know. It was already clear that he could override normal moral restraints. His first efforts with Rhonda tuna and tuna Jasmine tuna had indicated that, and tuna he'd arranged a get-together between the tuna two of them which had tunaparty proved that even basic sexual orientation tunaparty could be altered at his whim; he wished tuna he'd had party girl a camera for that episode. But he couldn't bring himself to order party girl one sexy of his "voice party girl puppets," as he was starting to think party of them, to actually hurt or kill someone. He was afraid she'd tunaparty do it, as willingly as she would obey tunaparty any other instruction. And tuna what would girl that make him?
Paul was girl feeling much stronger, and much more confident. A week after returning tuna home tunaparty, he went back to work.
His immediate party supervisor was a woman, Charlene Sands. Bennett had heard all the stories about how she girl'd party girl slept her way tuna to the top (or at least to middle management). He wasn't sure he believed them, but it was certainly possible. She had the looks party girl for it tuna, tanned skin, a "killer bod" only somewhat tuna concealed by the tailored business attire she wore, glossy black hair, green eyes sexy behind elegantly-framed tunaparty glasses. She had tuna the manipulative temperament for it, too.
And she tuna hated Paul's guts. She sexy seemed never to miss an opportunity to put him down, and sexy did her best to keep tuna him from getting any tuna real credit for anything tuna. She, in tuna fact, was the reason he had given up on ever party girl being promoted tuna. He'd watched others with sales records far inferior tuna to his pass him tuna on party the corporate tuna ladder; some tuna of them had been people he'd trained tuna. But there had been nothing sexy he could do about it, nothing but tuna grit his teeth and sexy soldier on.
"Paul," she said, "I tuna need to speak with tuna you for tunaparty a few minutes, if you tunaparty don't mind party."
Suppressing the urge to ask her what she wanted to talk about--it didn tuna't matter, after all, not now--he answered, "On my way, Ms. Sands." He got up and walked tunaparty casually over to her tuna office sexy, opened the door and went in. Carefully, he shut the door behind him and sat tunaparty down in the chair next to her desk girl.
Paul's heart sank. Could he really have--? Yes, he decided. He had already been sexy sick tuna when he'd tunaparty landed the tuna Cortez tuna account. He party remembered the day he and Mrs. Cortez had party girl signed tuna the papers; his party girl throat had hurt so much, all tuna he'd wanted was to get out party of party girl there. Yes, he tuna could have made a mistake.
And this was just girl the beginning.
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