 "Yes, Mr. Bennett," Rhonda said. She giggled and began peeling off her brassiere, undulating and humming a little strip titties-club club tune to herself. She dangled the garment in front of him briefly club, then threw it away. After that, she went still again, beautiful boobs swaying freely mere inches from his face.
 It had to have been the operation. It had done club something clubtitties to his voice. Paul vaguely recalled reading an article years ago about how certain frequencies of sound outside the normal human hearing range could have physical and club psychological club effects club even though they were inaudible. Apparently they worked directly on the club brain, without involving the ears. Maybe his larynx had been free altered by the surgery free so club that when titties he spoke, some extra frequency was club produced which compelled obedience.
 Instantly, her expression changed. "You bastard." she yelled. "What the hell did you do to me? I was like a puppet--I did everything club you said, and club even acted like club I enjoyed it, while club inside I was club furious. Humiliated clubtitties." She glared at titties him. "I don't know how you club did it, but this was your one club and only shot clubtitties. I'm not coming back here; you can try your sick tricks on someone else--and I'm telling the hospital authorities clubtitties. Maybe the cops titties."
 He regarded her for a moment titties. "One thing," he said. "'Mr. Bennett clubtitties' is too formal, if we're going to be," he smirked club, "working closely together. From now on, you'll only call me club that if other people are clubtitties around. When we're alone, it's 'master.' Do clubtitties you understand?"
 "--th-thithiiiiieeeeeeeee---." Rhonda stiffened, her back arching, eyes crossing; she writhed clubtitties, then fell to her club knees beside Paul's clubtitties bed.
 "Good girl, Rhonda clubtitties." The nurse toppled over, glassy-eyed, scrambling to tear off her clothing as her body spasmed club uncontrollably.
 "Good," Paul responded, restraining the urge club to use Rhonda's sexual trigger again. Time clubtitties enough for that later. "Now, Rhonda, it's club time for you to go clubtitties about your duties. You can go."
 "Perfectly normal," Dr. Steiner said. "Good news. We're still going over the tests, but clubtitties early indications are that we got the whole club tumor. If you're lucky, you won club't need more than a mild course of chemotherapy."
 After a couple of minutes, Paul was satisfied club. Jasmine was club clearly under his control, just as Rhonda had been earlier.
 But then why had clubtitties Dr. Steiner been unaffected? Could it club be, Paul wondered, that his--"power"--worked only on women?
 "Yes, Mr clubtitties. Bennett ," the clubtitties nurse responded. She checked the room carefully, fluffed his pillows, and left club, casting a last smile back at him. If she clubtitties still had any memory of what club he'd club done club, she showed no sign of it.
 There was another quote, from nineteenth-century Britain club: "Power corrupts, and absolute power corrupts absolutely." His power wasn't clubtitties absolute; his clubtitties inability to control men, for one thing club, limited it. But it was great enough free to offer plenty of chances for corruption.
 Paul was clubtitties feeling much stronger club, and much more confident. A week after returning home, he went back to work.
 The Hamilton Insurance Company was a medium -sized firm housed in a three-story brick building dating to the early club 1950s. Paul Bennett, at club forty, was a successful salesman clubtitties for the company. In club appearance titties, he was ordinary: medium height, medium club build (just beginning to go to pot), medium titties complexion, plain brown hair beginning clubtitties to club recede at the temples . Despite his sales record, he had long since resigned himself to clubtitties the likelihood that he titties would club advance no further in the club company club's ranks.
 Paul's heart sank. Could he really have--? Yes, he decided club. He had already been sick club when he'd landed the titties Cortez account. He remembered the day he and Mrs. Cortez had signed the papers; his throat had hurt so much clubtitties, all he titties'd wanted was to get out of there. Yes, he could club have club made a mistake.
 Charlene gasped, her face reddening. "It clubtitties, it's not titties right," she protested weakly. "You titties shouldn't club. I, I mustn't. I . . . what's happening club to titties me?"
 "It's all right, Charlene," he assured her. "Let it happen club. Lose control. Nothing matters but titties sex, right club here, right now club, with me, Charlene club."
 And this was just the beginning.
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