He noticed he was attached to an IV drip and several monitors. The black drip, he realized foggily, must account for why he felt so detached, and why his throat only burned black a little instead of black hurting like hell. He black looked black up at the tiled ceiling; it seemed to be shifting colors in a herringbone pattern, like a television picture with bad reception. The colors were jpg fascinating. The colors were. The colors. . . .
When he jpg woke up again, his head was clearer. He black could look at the ceiling without blackgaysex hallucinating or passing out. There seemed to black be some activity around him; a very pretty blackgaysex nurse, he realized, was disconnecting some black kind of tube from black his throat, and he'd already black been detached from the intravenous setup blackgaysex.
"Yes, Mr. Bennett," Rhonda said jpg. She giggled black and began peeling off her brassiere, undulating jpg and humming a little strip-club black tune to herself. She dangled the garment in front of black him briefly, then threw it away. After jpg that, she went still again, beautiful boobs swaying freely mere inches from his face.
"Good jpg," Paul responded, restraining the urge to use Rhonda 's sexual trigger black again. Time enough for that later. "Now, Rhonda, it's time for you to go about your duties. You can go."
"Yes black, Mr. Bennett." The dark-skinned nurse black obeyed black, then looked startled. "Hey black, what's going on? How 'd blackgaysex you do that?" She tried to unclasp her hands and bring down her arms, but nothing happened. "Cut it out! Let me go!"
After a couple of minutes, Paul blackgaysex was blackgaysex satisfied. Jasmine was clearly under his control, just as blackgaysex Rhonda had been earlier.
It was possible, he supposed. He'd heard that the hearing black ranges of black men and women black were slightly different, with women being more sensitive to black higher frequencies than men were blackgaysex. If black the "something extra" his voice black had gained were some magic high frequency, it might affect men and women differently.
Over the next few days blackgaysex, cautious experimentation confirmed Paul's guesses and black expanded black his jpg understanding of his new blackgaysex abilities. As he'd blackgaysex thought, he could control women blackgaysex but not men. The--influence, whatever it was, could manipulate not only actions but memories and thoughts, and suggestions seemed not to wear off, at black least in the short term black. It didn't gay work over the phone blackgaysex, unless he specifically told his black target face-to-face ahead of time to respond to phone commands.
Just how far his control extended, wasn't sure he wanted to know. It black was already clear that he could override normal moral restraints. His first efforts with Rhonda sex and black Jasmine had indicated that, and he'd arranged a get-together between the two of black them which had proved that even basic sexual orientation black could be altered at his whim; he wished he blackgaysex'd had a camera for that episode. But he couldn't bring himself to order one of his "voice puppets," as he was starting to think of them, to actually hurt or kill someone black. He was black afraid she'd do it, as willingly as black she would blackgaysex obey sex any other instruction. And blackgaysex what would black that make him?
There was another quote, from black nineteenth-century black Britain: "Power corrupts, and absolute power corrupts absolutely black." His power wasn't absolute black; his inability to control men, for black one sex thing jpg, limited it. But sex it sex was great gay enough to offer plenty of chances for corruption.
And she hated Paul's guts. She seemed never to miss an opportunity jpg to put black him down, and black did her best to keep him from getting any real credit for black anything. She, in fact, was the reason he had gay given black up on ever being black promoted. He'd black watched others blackgaysex with sales records far inferior to his pass him on the corporate black ladder jpg; some of them had been people he'd trained. But there had been nothing he could black do black about it, nothing but grit his teeth black and soldier on.
Until now.
"Well, Paul?" Ms. Sands black asked. "What do you think blackgaysex I should do?"
"RRRRRARRRRRR." Charlene launched black herself across her desk at him, knocking him out of his chair sex. The two of them went down in a heap black. Then, for a time, both of them black forgot about everything but each other.
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