Inthevip The Inthevip Yesmaster

     He looked around. He was in the private room he'd paid through the nose for. Bad enough that he had to inthevip be sick, and helpless--he'd been determined he wouldn images't be crammed in with strangers while doctors and nurses pawed him over. It wasn't that he hated people; it was just images that inthevip he didn't like having inthevip them inthevip around when inthevip he was feeling so vulnerable inthevip and couldn't images get away.
     He closed his eyes, and the world went away for a while.
     "Shh," the nurse responded. "It's all right, Mr. Bennett. Don't try to talk just yet; I'm only just inthevip now taking images out your tracheal tube. You're doing fine."
     He must have still been a little woozy inthevip, because, eyes fixing inthevip on her impressive chest, he blurted, "Hey babe, nice rack. How's about peeling off that starched shirt and giving inthevip me a good look?" The moment the words were out of his mouth, he inthevip cringed inthevip. Oh my God, he thought, did inthevip I say that out loud?
     This was incredible. This gorgeous inthevip doll of a nurse apparently would inthevip do anything he said. But she inthevip didn't images look or act "hypnotized" in the stereotypical sense: her eyes weren't inthevip glazed, she spoke in a normal inthevip voice inthevip, she moved like a regular person and not a B inthevip-movie zombie.
     "Good girl, Rhonda." She didn't make inthevip a sound, merely lay inthevip there, naked body bucking in inthevip ecstasy images until inthevip the storm finally inthevip passed. At last her shudders inthevip ceased and her breathing inthevip returned to something like normal rhythm. Slowly, dazedly, she put her clothes back on and stood up. She didn't try to run for it; she inthevip knew, now inthevip, that he could have her wriggling mindlessly on the floor, instantly, with just three inthevip little words.
     "I'm feeling a lot better, Doctor--" he squinted at the nametag on inthevip the doctor's coat--"Steiner inthevip." He laughed, then winced as his throat twinged. "I guess I was pretty out of inthevip it for inthevip a while after the surgery."
     Paul blanched inthevip. It inthevip hadn't worked. Was inthevip--whatever it was--gone? Or had it never been real inthevip at all? Had his puppeting of Nurse Rhonda been nothing more than an anesthetic-induced dream? He had to find out.
     "Shh," Paul said. "Not another word." Instantly, Jasmine fell silent, looking scared.
     Jasmine obeyed, relaxing as her mind accepted the inthevip fantasy and forgot the reality. It was so much easier to be a dancer, performing for an inthevip audience inthevip, than a inthevip frightened girl who images somehow had to obey a strange man.
     Her eyes inthevip opened. She sighed and settled back onto the soles of her inthevip feet.
     The Hamilton inthevip Insurance Company was a medium-sized firm housed in a three-story brick building dating to the early 1950s. Paul Bennett, at forty, was a successful salesman for the company inthevip. In appearance, he was ordinary inthevip: medium height, medium build (just beginning to go to pot), medium inthevip complexion inthevip, plain brown hair beginning to recede at the temples. Despite his sales record inthevip, he inthevip had long since resigned himself to the likelihood that he inthevip would advance no further in the company inthevip's ranks.
     He didn't have to wait long for his inthevip opportunity inthevip. He'd hardly had a chance to clock in inthevip and sit down at his desk when his inthevip phone rang. It was her.