 He looked around theartofpee. He was in jpeg the private room he'd paid through the nose for. Bad enough that he had to be sick, and helpless--he theartofpee'd been theartofpee determined theartofpee he jpeg wouldn't be crammed in with strangers while doctors and nurses pawed him over. It wasn't that he hated people; it was theartofpee just that he didn't like having theartofpee them around when theartofpee he theartofpee was theartofpee feeling so vulnerable and couldn theartofpee't theartofpee get away.
 He theartofpee must have theartofpee still been a little woozy, because, eyes fixing on her impressive theartofpee chest, he blurted theartofpee, "Hey babe, nice rack! How's about peeling off that starched shirt and giving me a good look theartofpee?" The moment the words were out of his mouth, he cringed. Oh my God, he theartofpee thought, did I say that out loud?
 This was incredible! This gorgeous doll of a nurse apparently would theartofpee do anything he theartofpee said! But she didn't theartofpee look or act "hypnotized" in the stereotypical sense: her eyes weren't glazed theartofpee, she spoke in theartofpee a normal voice, she moved theartofpee like a regular person theartofpee and not a B-movie zombie.
 "Rhonda, stand up," he said. She obeyed theartofpee, repeating, "Yes, Mr. Bennett." He could see her relax once she was theartofpee no longer leaning over so awkwardly. "Rhonda, get theartofpee dressed," he continued. She picked theartofpee up theartofpee her bra and blouse and put them on calmly. "Rhonda," he asked curiously, "how do you feel theartofpee about what just happened?"
 Rhonda shuddered, picturing herself trying to explain how just a few words from a patient had had her doing a strip act for him. She'd be lucky just to lose her job jpeg. "As for theartofpee coming back here ," Paul went on theartofpee, "of course you will, if it's part of theartofpee your normal duties. And you'll do everything you can to make sure it continues to be part of your duties, won't you theartofpee?"
 "Good girl, Rhonda." Paul thought for a moment theartofpee. "You know, it's hardly fair for me to theartofpee get all the pleasure out theartofpee of this theartofpee arrangement. So here's what we're going to try, Rhonda. Whenever you hear my theartofpee voice say, 'Good girl, Rhonda,' you'll feel an overpowering sexual pleasure, strong enough to make theartofpee you come no matter what. And each time you feel the pleasure, it'll be theartofpee stronger than it was the time before, until you reach whatever your personal limit is. Do you understand me, Rhonda?"
 "Yes . . . master . . . ." Rhonda replied, still a theartofpee bit breathless.
 "Good," Paul responded, restraining the urge to use Rhonda's sexual trigger theartofpee again theartofpee. Time enough for that later. "Now, Rhonda, it's time for you to go about your duties. You can go."
 "I'm feeling a lot better, Doctor--" he squinted at the nametag on the doctor's coat--"Steiner jpeg." He theartofpee laughed, then winced as his throat twinged. "I guess I theartofpee was pretty out of jpeg it for a while after the surgery."
 The doctor theartofpee blinked at him. "What are you talking about, Mr. Bennett?" He reflexively covered the watch with his left hand. He not-quite joked, "Get your own theartofpee."
 "You can unclasp your hands and bring your arms down now, Jasmine," he told her.
 "Thank you, Mr. Bennett," she theartofpee said, letting her theartofpee arms theartofpee fall to theartofpee her sides. As had been true with theartofpee Rhonda, she still seemed oddly calm for someone who theartofpee'd been forced theartofpee to theartofpee obey a stranger's theartofpee every command--but as with Rhonda, she seemed fully awake and rational. He suspected, though, that inside, she was probably furious theartofpee and terrified, as Rhonda theartofpee had been. He theartofpee'd better do theartofpee something about that.
 There was another quote theartofpee, from nineteenth-century Britain: "Power corrupts, and absolute theartofpee power corrupts absolutely." His power wasn't absolute; his inability to control men, for one thing, limited it. But it was great enough to offer plenty of theartofpee chances for corruption.
 Paul smiled an theartofpee evil smile. Ms. Sands was about to theartofpee experience a change of attitude. All he needed was to get her alone.
 "Paul," she said, "I need to speak with you for a few minutes theartofpee, if you don't theartofpee mind."
 Ms. Sands' expression softened. She nodded theartofpee. "Yes theartofpee, Paul." Then theartofpee, with a touch theartofpee of her former steel, "Don't theartofpee call me Charlene. It's Ms. Sands to you, is that clear, Mr. Bennett?"
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