The old man looked down at his schedule and saw that the woman he'd be working on today would be a secretary named Jane Gibson (that's Jon's mother). He smiled. He enjoyed manipulating secretaries. Usually when he manipulated bosses, they usually ended up becoming secretaries, because their bimbo brains couldn't function in an authoritative position. They needed to be told what to do. But when he starts off with a secretary, it's like half the work was already done.
He waited another few minutes, then the door opened. Jane Gibson, a fairly attractive woman of about 38 years old, walked in. She was currently wearing a conservative white blouse and a knee-length black skirt. Her straight brown hair was untied and was left lightly touching her shoulders. On her legs were skin-tone pantyhose and on her feet were black 3-inch heels. Her make-up was light and she had a small earring in each ear. She was professional-looking, as was expected for a law firm. But her boss Gary Fiennes wanted something a little different. Okay, a lot different.
"Hello, Jane," the old man said, looking up at her from the table. "Take a seat."
She pulled back the chair that was across from him, then sat down. "I'm not sure why I'm here. Is there a problem?"
"Actually, there is. But don't worry. It's something that can be fixed."
Jane was obviously nervous. But she'd probably be even more nervous if she knew what was coming up.
"Just relax. This won't take long. You'll be back at work in no time." He picked up the spray bottle.
"What's that for?" she asked.
"This," he said, spraying her in the face.
Jane didn't even have a chance to say anything or make a reaction. As soon as the spray hit her, her head dropped to the table with a thunk. She was definitely out.
"Jane. Can you hear me?" the old man asked.
"Yes," she answered dreamily.
"Good. Now, Jane, you will not remember that we had this conversation. But you will remember everything that I tell you to do. And you will follow all my commands. But you will believe that everything I command of you is coming from yourself. You will believe that everything I tell you to do are your own thoughts, feelings and desires. Do you understand?"
"Yes."
"Good girl." He paused. "You are in a dream. And, when you come out of it, you will have a whole new outlook on life. Tell me you would like that."
"I would like that." The response was slurred, almost incoherent.
"I want you to answer every question I ask you by saying 'YES'. And, I want you to believe that 'YES' is the right answer to every question. Do you understand?"
"Yes."
"Do you know, Jane, you can't help but flirt with guys?"
"Yes."
"You like the attention you get when you flirt, don't you?"
"Yes."
"You blush and feel embarrassed when you flirt don't you, Jane?"
"Yes."
"It makes you feel a little guilty to flirt with men who are not your husband doesn't it?"
"Yes."
"But, it is very exciting to you to flirt, isn't it?"
"Yes."
"Good, Jane. Now, I want you to look at something in a new way. Would you like that?"
"Yes."
"You love your job. You love all the attention the men who work here give you. You are such a good little flirt. You already know how to do that very well. So, you are going to flirt with every man who works here and all of the company's male customers as well. It will excite you to flirt with all the men. And, you will be turned on when they think you are sexy. It will make you very ready for sex. Getting horny from flirting will make you want to have sex with these men even though they are not your husband. Do you understand?"
"Yes."
"At first, you will feel very guilty and embarrassed about your desires. But, you will not tell anyone you feel that way. Do you understand?"
"Yes."
"The more you flirt and the more attention you get, you will feel less and less guilt. After another month working here, you will feel no guilt at all when you flirt with the men you work with. You will only feel sexy and ready to fuck. Do you understand?"
"Yes."
"Wanting to have sex with the men here at work will make you want sex with your husband less and less. In a month, you will never want to have sex with him again. Do you understand?"
"Yes."
"Good. Now, I want you to report to me, here in this room, every morning before you begin your day's work. But you will not know why. Do you understand?"
"Yes."
"I also want you to get your husband to come up here to your job one day this week. Tell him that you want to eat lunch with him. Do you understand?"
"Yes."
"Have your husband sit in this room and wait for you. And make sure he waits for you in this room and that the door remains shut at all times while he is waiting. Do you understand?"
"Yes."
"Good girl. Now, I want you to rest here. You will begin to come out of your dream. You will awaken and feel happy, rested and ready to begin your new life as the office flirt. Do you understand?"
"Yes."
The old man rose from the table. He smiled down at the pretty brunette. This was only the beginning of the career he had in mind for her.
As Jane continued to slumber, resting her head on the table, the old man packed up his stuff and left the building. He knew that Jane not only had a husband named Mark, but also three children - Jon, Zoe, and Mikey. Eventually, he'd have to deal with them too, but for now the husband was of higher priority. Of course, after he meets with Mark this week, there wouldn't be much a problem there anymore.
He walked to his car and drove to his next client.
