Oh, the doctors had assured him that the operation to remove the tumor in his larynx carried only limited risks; it wasn't as mrs if they myfriendshotmom were myfriendshotmommrsmonroe digging around in myfriendshotmommrsmonroe his brain, after all myfriendshotmommrsmonroe. Just the same, anything could happen under the knife myfriendshotmommrsmonroe.
He looked around. He was in the private room he'd paid mrs through the myfriendshotmom nose myfriendshotmommrsmonroe for myfriendshotmom. Bad enough that he had to be myfriendshotmommrsmonroe sick, and helpless--he'd been myfriendshotmom determined he wouldn't be crammed in with strangers while doctors and nurses pawed him over. It myfriendshotmom wasn't that he hated myfriendshotmom people; it mrs was just that site he didn't like having them around when he was feeling so myfriendshotmom vulnerable and couldn't get myfriendshotmom away.
When he woke myfriendshotmom up again, his head was clearer. He could myfriendshotmommrsmonroe look at the ceiling myfriendshotmommrsmonroe without myfriendshotmom hallucinating or passing out. There seemed to be site some myfriendshotmom activity around him; a very myfriendshotmom pretty nurse, he realized, was disconnecting some kind myfriendshotmom of tube from his throat, and he'd already been detached from the intravenous setup.
He must have still been a little woozy, because, eyes fixing on her impressive chest, he blurted, "Hey myfriendshotmom babe, nice site rack myfriendshotmommrsmonroe! How's about peeling off that myfriendshotmom starched shirt and giving me a good look?" The moment the words were out of mrs his mouth, he cringed. Oh my God, he thought, did I say that myfriendshotmommrsmonroe out loud?
What happened next was totally myfriendshotmommrsmonroe unexpected. The gorgeous myfriendshotmom nurse stiffened, then, eyes widening myfriendshotmom, casually unbuttoned her myfriendshotmommrsmonroe blouse, and mrs tossed it myfriendshotmom aside site. Then she leaned forward over mrs him and said, "Is myfriendshotmom this good enough, Mr. Bennett?"
"Very nice, babe," he mrs said to the nurse, who held her position monroe as if turned into myfriendshotmom a statue. "What's your name, anyway?"
How far could he myfriendshotmom push this?
Rhonda shuddered , picturing herself trying myfriendshotmommrsmonroe to myfriendshotmom explain how just a few words myfriendshotmommrsmonroe from a patient had had her doing a strip act for myfriendshotmom him. She'd be lucky just to lose her job. "As for coming back here," Paul went on, "of myfriendshotmommrsmonroe course you will, if it's myfriendshotmommrsmonroe part of monroe your normal duties. And you'll do everything myfriendshotmom you can to myfriendshotmom make myfriendshotmom sure myfriendshotmommrsmonroe it continues to be part myfriendshotmom of your myfriendshotmommrsmonroe duties, won't you?"
"Good girl, Rhonda." Paul thought for myfriendshotmommrsmonroe a myfriendshotmommrsmonroe moment. "You know, it's hardly fair for me to get all the pleasure myfriendshotmommrsmonroe out of myfriendshotmommrsmonroe this arrangement myfriendshotmom. So here's what myfriendshotmom we're going to try, Rhonda site. Whenever you hear my voice say, 'Good girl myfriendshotmom, Rhonda,' you'll feel an myfriendshotmommrsmonroe overpowering sexual pleasure, strong enough to make you come no matter myfriendshotmom what. And each time myfriendshotmom you myfriendshotmom feel the myfriendshotmommrsmonroe pleasure myfriendshotmommrsmonroe, it 'll be stronger than it was the time myfriendshotmom before, until myfriendshotmom you reach myfriendshotmom whatever your personal limit is. Do you understand me myfriendshotmommrsmonroe, Rhonda?"
"We understand each other, then," Paul said.
"Yes . . . master . . . !" Rhonda replied myfriendshotmommrsmonroe, still a bit mrs breathless.
"I'm feeling a lot better, Doctor--" he myfriendshotmommrsmonroe squinted at the nametag on the doctor's coat--"Steiner." He myfriendshotmommrsmonroe laughed, then winced as his throat twinged. "I guess I was pretty out myfriendshotmommrsmonroe of it for a while after the surgery ."
He got his chance shortly thereafter, when another nurse came in.
Jasmine obeyed, relaxing as her mind accepted monroe the fantasy and forgot myfriendshotmom the reality. It was so much easier to be a dancer, performing for an audience, than a myfriendshotmom frightened girl who somehow had to obey myfriendshotmommrsmonroe a strange man.
But then why had Dr. Steiner been mrs unaffected? Could it be, Paul myfriendshotmom wondered, that his--"power"--worked only myfriendshotmom on women?
Her myfriendshotmommrsmonroe eyes opened myfriendshotmom. She sighed and settled back onto the soles of monroe her feet.
Paul recalled an old mrs line from the comics he myfriendshotmommrsmonroe'd read as a kid myfriendshotmom: "With great myfriendshotmom power comes great responsibility." It had always myfriendshotmom struck him as myfriendshotmom corny, but now--!
His immediate supervisor was a woman, Charlene Sands. Bennett had heard all the stories about how she mrs'd slept her way to the site top (or at least myfriendshotmom to middle management). He wasn't sure myfriendshotmom he believed them myfriendshotmom, but it was certainly possible. She had the looks for myfriendshotmom it, tanned site skin, a "killer myfriendshotmom bod" only somewhat concealed myfriendshotmom by the tailored business attire she wore, glossy black hair, green eyes behind elegantly-framed glasses. She had the manipulative temperament for it, too.
And this was myfriendshotmommrsmonroe just the beginning.
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