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REGINA’S PERSPECTIVE

Regina Abernathy was headed into the office of Masterstroke Talent Management, her modeling agency. It was actually very rare that she had to go in, she could handle her social media from home and any meetings with potential clients and/or upper management could be held virtually. However, two days ago the agency’s owner had returned from a month in South America dealing with one of the other businesses he owned (Regina believed it had to do with jewelry sales, but was not certain) and as such wanted to check in with her. In addition, a new model was being signed and Mr. Masterson wanted her to meet the new girl. These were still things she could have done from her apartment, but Mr. Masterson had insisted, and not obeying him just felt...wrong.

Regina knew that the jewelry stores and the modeling agency were just two of the many businesses that Mr. Masterson owned or invested in, but he always made sure that whoever he put in charge was following his instructions. He also insisted on doing every bit of human resource work for the modeling agency himself. The best example of this was Brooke Reddick, the scout who had recruited Regina, who had since been promoted to run the agency. As far as Regina could tell, the former model and MBA needed little assistance in keeping the agency in the black. While she hadn’t met any other managers from one of Mr. Masterson’s other enterprises, Regina was sure that he had placed people just as capable in charge of them. Mr. Masterson always knew where everyone under him was best suited to go, even if they didn’t. Back in college, Regina would never have considered modelling, despite her beauty and incredible body, but he and Brooke had convinced her. She was making serious money now, more than enough to take the final graduate courses (online only, as she was now too famous to actually attend class safely) to earn her own MBA by next year, and had five Sports Illustrated Swimsuit Edition appearances under her belt, including a cover.

Regina spotted the new recruit just as she went to the owner’s office. Marianne Everest, a gorgeous blonde from Texas, was enrolled in USC and hoping to pay her tuition with employment at Masterstroke. Brooke had ironically rendered her old job obsolete, as her recruitment campaign on campuses across Southern California had beauties lining up to interview. Brooke herself was the centerpiece of the campaign, as her own success served as a testimonial. Masterstroke-represented models always had superhuman ability to hold poses under the most difficult conditions, never argued with the photographers or clients, and kept their bodies perfect without any complaints.

When Mr. Masterson had seen Regina, she asked how his trip was. They had a ten-minute conversation, though she couldn’t what they had specifically said. Regina left his office (somehow larger than Brooke’s despite hers being used so much more often) as Marianne was about to go in, tablet full of photos in one of her perfectly manicured hands. She shook the younger model’s free one. “You’re like a hero to me!” said Marianne. “Only in the business for seven years, and you’re almost a household name!“

“You look like you are going to succeed too!” said Regina, bringing a huge smile to the blonde’s beautiful face. “With Masterstroke’s help, I’m sure you’ll be on covers of your own by next year!”

“I sure hope so.” said Marianne. “You and the other Masterstroke models make this look easy. How do you do it?”

“It’s a trade secret. Mr. Masterson will tell you after you’ve signed.” Before Regina could say anything else, Marianne had dashed into the office. Regina closed the door herself, then thought. “Mr. Masterson will be happy to see how enthusiastic she is.”

Regina spent the next twenty minutes updating her various social media s. She also called her apartment superintendent to make sure that the potential stalker she had been worried about was gone (he hadn’t been seen in two weeks, so Regina assumed he was no longer an issue). She suddenly had an urge to speak to Mr. Masterson, even though he was still in a meeting with Marianne. She buzzed the intercom on the soundproof office. Mr. Masterson said “Come in” so she did, but her jaw hit the floor as soon as she saw what was happening. Mr. Masterson, rather than being behind his desk, was sitting on the couch, pants around his ankles. Marianne’s hazel eyes were completely glazed over, and while she was still smiling widely, it almost seemed forced. Her shoes and skirt were on the floor, and she was slowly unbuttoning her blouse.

“Eight... Seven... Six... Five... Four...” Regina guessed that Marianne was counting down the buttons as she undid them. Regina attempted to scream, but no sound came out of her mouth. Unbeknownst to Regina, it wouldn’t have mattered if she could scream, as she had instinctively closed the door behind her to conceal the spectacle, rendering the office soundproof. In addition, Christina the secretary was two floors away, and the only other person present that day (Brooke) had left the building for an extended lunch.

Marianne was apparently oblivious to Regina’s presence, but Mr. Masterson had to know she was here, he told her to come in! Regina found that she could still talk in a normal tone, and asked “What are you doing?“

Mr. Masterson said. “Miss Everest is very much what I am looking for, but some things must be demonstrated directly to get to the answer.”

“And what is she demonstrating?” demanded Regina.

“How well she follows directions.” By now, Marianne had finished counting down the buttons and removed her blouse. “Quite well, indeed. But the next exercise will require your aid.”

“What do you expect me to do?”

Mr. Masterson smiled. “Whatever you are told, same as always. R.A., Relax Absolutely.”

MALCOLM’S PERSPECTIVE

Malcolm Masterson hadn’t bothered to enjoy Natalia or Lulu when he got off the plane. After Natalia took him home from the airport, he simply ate the meal they had prepared for him and went to sleep, jet lag exhausting him too much to do anything else. The next morning, he decided to make up for lost time with a three-way, including several positions that David and Kelly had shown him.

Malcolm then called a Zoom board meeting. The exercise was mostly a formality. Every member of Master-Pieces’ board (as the largest and oldest company in the conglomerate, the name took prominence) was in his thrall. While they had been hired with an emphasis on their competence rather than their looks (as was the case with pretty much every other person in his employ that he expected to interact with), he ensured that they would never conspire against him, or disobey his orders without a sincere belief that he was making a mistake. Most of them had a lukewarm opinion of the expansion in Brazil (as they were unaware of his true reasoning) but they went along with it. Because of the inconsequential nature of the meeting, it was over in fifteen minutes. Malcolm then went back to bed, where the still-naked Lulu and Natalia were eagerly waiting. The rest of the day ed typically (for Malcolm anyway, any other man would think they were in heaven).

The next day, Malcolm decided to go into the Masterstroke offices. He hadn’t done anything with Regina since before he left for Brazil, and he needed to check on what had happened with her in his absence. Malcolm had partial ownership of Regina’s apartment complex (unbeknownst to her and the other enthralled employees of his that were tenants) and was fully aware of her claims of a stalker. However, he hadn’t had a chance to have them investigated before he left. In addition, Brooke had informed him of a new model ready to sign with them, and he always made it a point to meet new hires at the agency if possible.

While Brooke had been promoted to run the agency two years ago, she was still programmed as a secondary asset, and thus had no hypnosis training. Claudine, the woman she replaced, was a primary asset and did have the training, but Malcolm had moved her east to establish the agency’s recently opened New York office, preferring to keep a tighter rein on this one now that Regina was here. Malcolm considered Brooke to have the best head for business of any asset he’d found (primary or secondary), eventually intending to put her on the board should a vacancy arise. Gorgeous as she was, that was where her true talents lay, and Malcolm was a strong believer in putting people where they have the best chance to succeed. By contrast, Claudine, while also an ex-model, had more talents in fashion and trends than business. She also was a skilled photographer, and that was how she preferred to enthrall new talent-photo sessions using her camera with a strobing flash.

Malcolm had Regina come into the office. He didn’t even need to directly command her to do so, he was her waking self’s boss (or rather boss of boss), so her own self-discipline made it difficult for her to refuse. In addition, he believed that some bleed-through had made her think that obeying him was natural. In any event, he had her come to his office as soon as he was settled in it. As with any office he had in any building he owned (including his home), he had the office soundproofed, filled with hypnotic focal devices, and furnished with a pull-out couch. He hadn’t actually set up an office in this building before Regina was hired, simply taking the models in the break room or shooting room whenever he decided to “review” the business. As she entered his office, all of the extra accommodations he had made concerning her suddenly became trivial. One look at her incredible body (even fully clothed) and beautiful face made him why he kept singling her out.

“I hope you had a good time, Mr. Masterson.” she said with a smile. “I know it was a business trip, but I’ve heard Brazil is beautiful.”

“Yes it is, and yes I did.” said Malcolm. Malcolm did find Brazil beautiful, and had helped himself to much of the beauty (or rather beauties) that Brazil had to offer. But now it was time to check up on his local favorite. “R.A., Relax Absolutely.“

Malcolm never got tired of watching Regina go into trance. Her eyes and smile went wide and blank, the former not having shut for the trance in years. For all intents and purposes, her will and mind no longer existed, she would do anything he told her, and wouldn’t do anything else. “Ready to Accommodate!” she said with programmed joy, another thing he never tired of.

“I missed you, Regina.” said Malcolm. He meant it as much as someone like him could mean it. Everything he had done to place her above every other woman in his power confirmed that.

“I missed you too, Master!” Despite the programmed enjoyment of her trance, Malcolm knew Regina’s entranced self truly meant the words.

“How did Secondary Master and Kelly treat you?”

“They allowed me into the wonderful relaxed state four times, Primary Master. The second time presented some difficulties.”

“How so?”

“Secondary Master neglected me on the seventh day from my last time in the wonderful relaxed state. I later learned it was because one of Kelly’s friends had a baby earlier that week. At the same time, the man who had been watching me had been spotted almost nightly, so I was very much on edge.”

“When was the next time Secondary Master ed you?”

“The fear was too much, so the next day I called Secondary Master before he could. I told him about the man who had been watching me. He did not put me in the wonderful relaxed state, but he told me to come to his house the following day. You told me to trust Secondary Master above anyone except yourself, Primary Master, even if I wasn’t in the wonderful relaxed state, so I agreed to do so.“

Malcolm guessed that David hadn’t triggered her then because of the stalker (whether he believed said stalker existed or not). “Continue, Regina.“

“Yes, Primary Master! I drove to Secondary Master and Kelly’s house the next morning. The stalker followed me there and startled me. Secondary Master allowed me into the wonderful relaxed state to calm me down and Kelly incapacitated the stalker. It turned out he was a tabloid reporter named Sean Clarke, who I had seen at functions before. Secondary Master assured me that he would no longer bother me, then he reinforced my programming and he and Kelly fucked me.”

“Has this Sean Clarke been seen since?”

“Not by me or the doorman, Primary Master. Secondary Master made good on his assurance as far as I can tell, though I do not know exactly what he did.“

Malcolm smiled. David and Kelly might have screwed up a tiny bit, but not only had they corrected their mistake immediately, they had taken care of a threat to Regina’s well-being without being asked to. They had done what they promised, so he would honor the agreement and get Kelly the tickets. “Take out your tits, Regina.”

“Yes, Master!” Regina pulled off her T-shirt, then unfastened her bra. The ravishing redhead’s rack was just as firm and spectacular as it had been the night they met, as Malcolm’s hands soon confirmed. He fondled the magnificent mammaries for a few minutes before having her cover them up again. “Regina, when I wake you up, you will simply a conversation about my trip and your stalker. You will go and do whatever you need to take care of so long as it can be done without leaving the building for the next half hour, then have an urge to come back to my office and speak with me. Understand?”

“Yes, Master!”

“Good girl. What happens when you wake up?”

“Whenever I leave the wonderful relaxed state, all memories of it remain there until Master allows me to return. I will believe whatever Master tells me occurred and ignore all evidence to the contrary.”

“Okay, wake up on the count of three. One, Two, Three!” Regina left the office, and a minute later, Marianne entered it.

Malcolm made a mental note to give Brooke some sort of reward, and one that her family could partake in. The recruitment campaign she had developed had succeeded beyond what he or Brooke herself had expected. In the eighteen months since its implementation, scores of beautiful women from the surrounding colleges had been signed and enthralled. The one sitting in front of him now, Marianne, was among the loveliest the campaign had drawn in. Resembling a younger Scarlett Johansson, and with a body he couldn’t wait to see more of, she was about as enthusiastic as a non-hypnotized woman could be. As Malcolm looked through the pictures on her tablet, he concluded that she was going to be big. “I expect great things from you.” he said.

Marianne’s bright hazel eyes went wide. “You mean it?!” she asked, almost pleading.

“Of course.” he said. “There are a few things I need to check so you can learn how Masterstroke models are as good as they are.”

“Whatever it is, I’m ready to learn.” she said with a big smile as she leaned forward.

Malcolm smiled as well as he pressed a button under the desk. It activated a device which had six small strobe lights in a circular arrangement, blinking in order. “I am testing your focus and ability to take direction. Just keep your eyes on the lights as they blink on and off, around and around.” Malcolm had any number of similar devices in the office, to say nothing of the contents of his coat. David notwithstanding, the only people who didn’t leave meetings with him in his hypnotic thrall were those who were already in his thrall. “Keep focusing on the pretty lights, watch them blink on and off, around and around.“

Marianne stared attentively at the lights, her eyes starting to dull and her smile slightly waning. As with many young aspiring models, she willingly accepted direction from someone she believed would advance her career. She had trained herself to focus well. And of course, her eagerness had been on display from the moment she entered the building. These factors made her very susceptible to a hypnotic induction, and likely would make her unable to resist the programming. Malcolm hadn’t even bothered to add subliminals to Brooke’s campaign, since most of the girls it drew in had conditioned themselves well enough anyway.

Up until this point, Malcolm had been telling Marianne how important it was to look at the lights and complimenting how well she was focusing and following his instructions. He now could see it was time to move to the next stage of the induction. “Marianne, you’ve been doing well listening to my voice and watching the pretty lights go on and off around and around.” He watched her smile return and continued. “But you are now starting to feel sleepy from the effort of continuing to watch. Your eyelids are getting heavy as you continue to watch. Your focus has tired you out and you want to close your eyes, don’t you Marianne?”

“Yes... close... eyesssss­sssss­...” Marianne’s pretty hazel eyes had not left the blinking lights, but they were definitely doing some blinking of their own. Each blink left her eyes less open, and it seemed as though opening them was a greater effort each time they closed.

“But you can’t let them stay closed. I haven’t given you permission yet. No matter how very sleepy you are and how very much you want to shut your heavy eyes and go to sleep, you must do as you are told and focus on the lights until I tell you. Do you understand, Marianne?“

“Iiiiii­iiiii­i... unnnnn­nnnnn­ndeeeee­eeeee­eeerrrrr­rrrrr­rrrrr­rrrrr­sssss­sssss­sssss­sssss­sssss­taaaaa­aaaaa­aaaaa­aaaaa­annnnn­nnnnn­nnnnn­nnnnn­nnnnn­d...” Despite the tired appearance of her eyes, the rest of Marianne’s beautiful face showed determination. She needed to show that she could be as focused and obedient as the other Masterstroke models.

Malcolm smiled at how driven she was to impress him. Ironically, in doing so, she had rendered herself even more susceptible to his control. “Good girl, Marianne. You have shown enough focus and obedience to impress me. When I count down from three, you will be allowed to close your eyes and fall into a deep sleep, but you will still be so focused you will be able to hear my voice. Three, two, one, SLEEP!”

Marianne let out a long sigh as her eyes fluttered closed and her body slumped back into the chair. Malcolm turned off the light emitter. He stared at his soon-to-be newest thrall as he said. “You want to be a Masterstroke model, don’t you Marianne?”

“Ssssss­sssss­ssooooo­oooo... muuuuu­uuuuu­uuuuu­uuuuch...” she said softly.

“If you want to be one of my good girls, you will do as Masterstroke Models do. I will tell you what you must do and you will repeat it and let it sink in until you know it to be true, going deeper into this focused sleep as you do, understand?“

“Yesssss­ssss... Mr... Masssss­sssss­sssstersssss­sssss­sssss­onnnnn­...” The big smile had returned to her full lips.

“Masterstroke models are focused enough to always speak clearly, even when asleep.”

“I... want... to... be... a... Masterstroke... model... I... will... be... focused... enough... to... always... speak... clearly..., even... when... asleep...”

“Masterstroke models trust me implicitly because I know what is best for their careers.”

“I... want... to... be... a... Masterstroke... model... I... trust... you... implicitly... because... you... know... what... is... best... for... my... career...”

“Masterstroke models always obey me and whoever I tell them to, without hesitation, and are glad to do so.“

“I... want... to... be... a... Masterstroke... model... I... obey... you... and... whoever... you... tell... me... to... without... hesitation..., and... will... be... glad... to... do... so...” Marianne was speaking slowly but clearly and without hesitation.

“Good girl, Marianne.” said Malcolm. “Now open your eyes, but remain in your focused sleep. In fact, you will go deeper into sleep with every instruction you obey, understand?”

“Yes... Mr... Masterson...”

“To save time, from now on you will simply call me ‘Master’ in the focused sleep. Now stand up.” Malcolm stood up himself. “When I touch your chin, you will be overcome with gratitude for letting you realize your dream of being a Masterstroke model. You will express that gratitude by kissing me with all the ion you can. Understand?”

“Yes... Master...” The first time a thrall said that word always got Malcolm a little bit hard. With that, he went around the desk and touched her chin. Malcolm underestimated how grateful Marianne was, or at least how quickly her programming had taken hold. The ion she put into the kiss made it so enjoyable that he almost went into a trance. He’d never responded that way to anyone except Regina, and in her case there may have been bias involved. When he finally forced himself to break off the kiss after four minutes (including a false start when she bit his lip to pull him back in), he realized that the effect of the kiss alone had brought him to a full erection, though anticipatory thoughts and being turned on by the induction typically got him at least halfway there by this point. Malcolm went to sit on the couch and pull off his pants to release pressure on his erection, Marianne’s blank eyes following him.

Malcolm ordered. “Take off your shoes, then walk towards me as if on a runway.”

“Yes... Master...” Marianne again surprised him. She was able to bend her knee to get one foot up to her hands so she could undo the buckles on her high-heeled sandal, without sitting down or altering her posture. After doing the same with the other one, she performed a perfect runway walk barefoot.

“You are a natural, Marianne.”

“Thank... you... Master...”

“Now take off your skirt. From now on, every piece of clothing you remove will increase your arousal.” Marianne’s hands were already unfastening it before she acknowledged the order. The knee-length, professional garment was soon on the floor, revealing a lovely pair of legs. “Marianne, how many buttons are on your blouse?”

She looked down at herself and said. “Ten..., Master...”

“Excellent. You will unbutton them from top to bottom, counting down aloud as you do. Each removed button, and the removal of the blouse itself, will count as a separate obeyed command, increasing your depth as well as your arousal. Begin!”

“Yes... Master...” Marianne’s hands flew to her collar just as Regina dialed the intercom. “Ten... Nine...” Malcolm told her to come in, but Marianne was so deep she didn’t realize it. “Eight..., Seven..., Six..., Five..., Four...”

Regina tried to scream, but Malcolm had programmed her to automatically close the door to his office as soon as she entered (which she did), and never to scream in his presence unless from an orgasm. She then said. “What are you doing?”

Malcolm answered “Miss Everest is very much what I am looking for, but some things must be demonstrated directly to get to the answer.”

“And what is she demonstrating?” demanded Regina.

“How well she follows directions.” By now, Marianne had finished counting down the buttons and removed her blouse. “Quite well, indeed. But the next exercise will require your aid.”

“What do you expect me to do?”

Malcolm smiled. “Whatever you are told, same as always. R.A., Relax Absolutely.”

Without missing a beat, Regina broke into a smile at least as big and dreamy as Marianne’s, saying “Ready to Accommodate!” as all concerns exited her mind.

“Regina, this is Marianne.”

“Hi, Marianne!”

Hearing her name triggered recognition in Marianne, so she said. “Hi... Regina...”

“Regina, remove your clothing until you are as dressed as Marianne is.” commanded Malcolm.

“Yes, Master!” Regina already was kicking off her shoes as she fumbled with the hem of her T-shirt. Unlike Marianne, Regina’s larger size prevented her from maintaining the same poise, so she temporarily took a knee.

Once Regina’s skirt was on the floor, Malcolm said. “Regina, Marianne, acquaint yourselves with each other.”

Both said “Yes, Master”, but Marianne didn’t actually know what she was supposed to do next. Fortunately for her, Regina knew that their Master meant for them to start making out, and once she began to kiss the shorter beauty, Marianne easily understood and responded as Master wanted her to. Malcolm undressed while he watched the mesmerized models make out.

After a few minutes, Malcolm said. “That is enough. Remove the rest of your clothing, both of you.”

Two simultaneous “Yes Master’s” later, the brainwashed babes were pulling off their bras. Malcolm still had not found any natural breasts that could top Regina’s (and had actually given up looking over a year ago), but Marianne’s high C-cup ones were still extremely prominent, especially because she was four inches shorter than Regina and thinner as well. Next came the panties. Marianne’s were almost completely soaked through, but Regina’s were merely damp (she got aroused simply by being in the trance these days, but she’d only been put under a few minutes ago)

Malcolm then went to unfold the bed hidden in the couch. He asked “Marianne are you a virgin?”

“Yes, Master.” she replied. “However, I lost my hymen to a dildo a year ago.”

“Regina, eat out Marianne. Marianne, when you orgasm, it will be the biggest you have ever had, by a factor of one hundred. The pleasure from it will be so great it will become the focus of your every desire, even if you are not aware of it. Your mind will associate this pleasure from obeying me and being a good Masterstroke model. Everything you are and want to be will stem from this fact. Do you understand?”

Only Marianne said “Yes, Master.” Regina, long programmed to prioritize carrying out sexual orders over acknowledging them if her mouth was involved, had already knelt down and started delving into the younger girl’s pussy. Malcolm guessed (correctly) that Marianne had never been eaten out before, and with the programmed increase in arousal, combined with Regina’s single-minded skill, she was not going to be able to hold out for very long. Ninety seconds after Regina had begun, she struck pay dirt. The orgasm was so powerful Marianne fell to the floor, and her scream would have been heard everywhere in the building were the office not soundproofed. Regina let loose an equally loud scream from her cum-coated lips before collapsing, the reciprocal orgasm programming still in effect.

As the two staggered to their feet, Malcolm, now naked himself and sitting on the couch bed, issued his next command. “Both of my good girls, come to the bed. Regina, sit on Marianne’s face so she can return the favor. Marianne, I’m going to claim you as mine.

The two chorused “Yes, Master!” and happily moved to obey. While Marianne had as much experience giving cunninglingus as receiving it (none), it mattered little, since Regina was still programmed with fixed licks and would orgasm automatically if she was eaten out long enough. Malcolm’s face was buried in Regina’s spectacular boobs as he deflowered the young beauty below them. He had fucked twelve Brazilian beauties as part of his “interview process” over the last month, but Regina was still his favorite. Of course, the sexy display the two of them had put on, on top of how much he got off on hypnotizing beautiful women, meant he wasn’t going to last long either. He erupted into Marianne as he motorboated Regina’s terrific tits. The sensation caused Marianne to have an orgasm around his cock, after having licked Regina to three of them. Malcolm pulled out to see Marianne still going at it, Regina now on her fourth.

Realizing that Marianne would not stop unless told to, Malcolm commanded her to stop licking. Even totally in his control, her desire to impress him could not be suppressed. This was causing him to harden again. “Marianne, suck me off. Regina, eat her out again.” Now realizing that her Master had more important tasks for her mouth, Marianne didn’t say a word. She rolled over, spun around and began to suck the penis that had just been inside her. This was another item on the list of sexual firsts that Marianne could cross off today (or would, if she were allowed to what happened)

After that, Malcom had Regina drink while Marianne ate. Then the standard 3-way position, only with Regina in the middle. Then tit-fucking Regina while Marianne ate her out. Marianne got tit-fucked while Regina ate her out. Then a tandem blowjob. Then the position that David and Kelly had coined, 2-69. Malcolm only took Regina up the ass, feeling that Marianne had racked up enough sexual firsts for one day. Then he had them go to the bathroom and clean up (no one else was in the office, as Brooke was still at lunch). In their absence, Malcolm dressed himself and folded the bed back into the couch, then returned to his desk. When they returned, he had them redress, which he ordered them to do as if they were doing a striptease backwards. Then he said. “Once I wake you two up, you will only a speech about our laurels and the two of you demonstrating your walks and poses, along with going over this.” Malcolm then got a folder full of paperwork out of his desk. These were forms Marianne needed to read and sign, the only reason she needed to be in the office today at all. He handed them to Marianne. “Marianne, you will return to the focused sleep whenever I, and only I, say ‘Everest, Ever-Mine’; which you will respond to with ‘Ever-Yours, Ever-Obedient.’ Go to the desk and read and sign them. You will retain all information contained within.” Malcolm always made it a point not to break any laws (the against-their-will hypnosis and sex notwithstanding) so the documentation was standard for a modeling agency. “Regina, you will sign them as a witness when she is done. Understand?“

The beauties said “Yes Master!” in unison as if rehearsed. While Marianne went to the desk to start filling out her paperwork, Malcolm addressed Regina.

“Regina, starting the next time you go to sleep, your dreams will fill with memories of you and I in the wonderful relaxed state. You will find them extremely sexy, and wish to experience them in real life. You will keep dreaming of sex with me, eventually concluding that you are attracted to me. That attraction will grow with every dream. Understand?”

“Yes, Master!” Malcolm had decided that eight years of a secret (even to her) relationship was long enough, and put Regina on the path to open control and a public relationship.

“ Regina, what happens when you wake up?

“Whenever I leave the wonderful relaxed state, all memories of it remain there until Master allows me to return. I will believe whatever Master tells me occurred and ignore all evidence to the contrary.”

Malcolm noticed that Marianne was finished with the first form and about to finish the second one. “Regina, go start g the witness lines on the forms that Marianne is done with. The two of you will awaken once all the paperwork is complete.”

They had finished the paperwork five minutes later, and their eyes blinked in unison as they awoke. Marianne’s stomach groaned. She looked at the clock and said “It’s almost two. No wonder I’m so hungry!”

Regina agreed. “Who knew HR stuff could work up such an appetite?”

Malcolm smiled to himself, ing how their appetites had really been worked up. He pulled out fifty dollars from his wallet and handed it to Regina. “My fault I kept you so long. Take the new girl to lunch. My treat.“

Regina’s eyes and smile went as wide as they’d ever been outside of trance. “Thank you, Mr. Masterson!”

“Regina, you’ve been here so long that’s not necessary. ‘Malcolm’ is fine.”

“If you insist, Malcolm. Thanks again!” With that, the happy hotties left for a late lunch.

Malcolm had had a large breakfast and a snack before his first meeting with Regina. Right now he wanted to reward the person who made his wonderful time with Marianne possible, and dialed her. “Hello?” asked Brooke.

Malcolm responded with her trigger. “Brooke no dissent.”

“Master’s word is law.” said the now spellbound supermodel.

“Have you entered the building yet?”

“No, Master, but I will in less than a minute.”

“When you see Christina, tell her I told you to bring her with you. We need to have a meeting as soon as possible. Understand?”

“Yes, Master.” Malcolm then hung up. He didn’t bother to wake up Brooke, as Christina was programmed to ignore entranced looks on women’s faces so long as nothing else was out of the ordinary.

Anticipating yet another three-way, Malcolm thought of a truism that defined everything he did. “Love what you do and you’ll never work a day in your life.”