(Author's Note: This is based on stories by Bobbie Bazooms and Vinividiemcee.)
On the other side of town, an old man walked into a conference room and set his briefcase down on the table. He must have been at least 70 years old, with wild wispy white hair. He wore a suit and tie ensemble underneath a white lab coat. With the hair and the lab coat, he resembled the stereotypical mad scientist. And to tell the truth, that might not be so far off.
He opened his briefcase and took out a spray bottle. This was custom-made (he made it himself) and would put someone in a trance faster than you could say "hypnotic suggestion".
He took a schedule out from his briefcase. This was just the first stop in a very busy day. Apparently, a lot people around this town needed his services. And all in the same day, which seemed a bit strange to him, but as he shrugged, he figured he didn't care. It just meant more money.
He closed his briefcase and waited for the woman to arrive. With his help, she'd be on the fast track to becoming the new office slut. He smiled, thinking about how much he enjoyed this, turning plain or prudish women into insatiable bimbo sluts.
He looked down at his schedule and saw that the woman he'd be working on today would be ...
