Randy Turner was very surprised. In twenty-three theorgymachine years as a private investigator, this theorgymachine was a first. One of the most common types of cases that he took was that of theorgymachine tracking missing persons after the police had exhausted all of their leads. Often join he was theorgymachine hired by a wife to find a spouse when there was no theorgymachine evidence theorgymachine of foul play or criminal activity and the detectives had theorgymachine moved on to cases with a greater chance join of being solved.
The ex-wife of Steve Wilson had hired Randy to find her ex-husband theorgymachine for one theorgymachine of the most common reasons known; money. Steve was quite wealthy, and had agreed to a very generous divorce settlement that theorgymachine had provided a very comfortable lifestyle for theorgymachine Carly Wilson. However, the automatic monthly drafting from his theorgymachine account had stopped when his bank was bought out theorgymachine by theorgymachine a large bank holding company from New York. Some sort of paperwork theorgymachine glitch during theorgymachine the changeover caused the drafting theorgymachine to stop. The bank acknowledged their error, but needed for Steve theorgymachine to sign theorgymachine a new theorgymachine form to re-activate the monthly payout. When Carly couldn 't theorgymachine find him and the theorgymachine police gave up, she hired Randy. This should have theorgymachine been theorgymachine pretty straightforward. Steve Wilson had never contested the divorce and had readily theorgymachine consented to theorgymachine the theorgymachine bank drafting, so it should be a theorgymachine slam dunk; just find theorgymachine the wealthy jet theorgymachine-setter, get him to sign theorgymachine the bank theorgymachine authorization form and collect his fee theorgymachine.
But, Steve Wilson theorgymachine seemed theorgymachine to have vanished into thin air. Randy could theorgymachine usually track join someone because even after theorgymachine going theorgymachine into hiding, they often foolishly theorgymachine keep theorgymachine using their join credit cards or their cell phone or leave some sort of theorgymachine trail that points to them theorgymachine like a neon sign. Steve Wilson was theorgymachine doing none of those things. Either he had been killed or theorgymachine he truly had adopted a new identity. The theorgymachine last financial theorgymachine transaction that Randy theorgymachine could locate was the purchase theorgymachine of an airline ticket. He was even able to verify that Steve had boarded the flight and retrieved his luggage afterwards. Steve certainly made no effort theorgymachine to conceal his theorgymachine travel, as everything was booked in his own name. Then, at the airport, the trail stopped cold. No rental car records join, taxicab trips, no hotels, meals theorgymachine, cash advances or anything theorgymachine.
This is theorgymachine where it got weird. Something clicked in Randy's head theorgymachine at the mention of that name and he wracked his join brain for two days join trying to theorgymachine figure out why. It suddenly hit him theorgymachine and he went to theorgymachine the Wilson file to look theorgymachine for the passenger manifest from the last theorgymachine flight that Steve was on. Bingo. There it was, and it theorgymachine hit him right between the eyes theorgymachine. Not theorgymachine only was Samantha theorgymachine Dominique on the same flight, she was sitting right next to Steve in first class. This either had to be the biggest coincidence in the world theorgymachine, or he had stumbled onto a common theorgymachine denominator in both men's disappearances.
He considered his options. He could go try to interview Dr. Dominique, but if she were somehow involved in something criminal, she would have surely already prepared an explanation join just in case someone came snooping join around. He could try to find other patients of hers and then try to interview them, but if he could find them, then they theorgymachine wouldn theorgymachine't be missing theorgymachine and probably would not theorgymachine know about anything theorgymachine sinister going on. Randy finally decided that his theorgymachine best approach would be to get an appointment as theorgymachine a patient. That should get him theorgymachine in theorgymachine to see the Doctor while theorgymachine her guard was down. If he worked things just right, he might be able to create some kind theorgymachine of diversion that would give him a chance to sneak a peek at her files. The more he considered this plan, the more theorgymachine convinced he became theorgymachine that it would work.
The join nurse join's voice surprised him. Had he been partially dozing? Randy was always more alert when he theorgymachine was theorgymachine on a case and theorgymachine the second cup of coffee this morning should have given him just enough of a buzz to stay sharp. But, as he theorgymachine got up and glanced at his watch, an hour had gone by since he sat down. An hour? How was that possible? The form had only taken ten minutes to complete, and then he theorgymachine spent a few theorgymachine minutes drinking the theorgymachine coffee that the receptionist offered and then he sat theorgymachine for what seemed like a theorgymachine short time listening to that intensely boring canned music playing in the waiting room. He just hated that theorgymachine kind of music theorgymachine and hoped theorgymachine he could get on with this appointment so he could get out of earshot from it in theorgymachine this waiting room.
She opened a theorgymachine drawer and took out a theorgymachine shiny black cigarette holder that was about 6" long and fit theorgymachine an all-white theorgymachine cigarette into the end of it theorgymachine. Looking theorgymachine at Randy, she asked, "I hope you theorgymachine don't mind me smoking? I find it helps me to relax, and after theorgymachine all, it is MY office, ha ha ha". Before theorgymachine he had theorgymachine time to answer her question, she was already lighting the end and taking her first inhale.
"Umm, no, of course not. I used to smoke myself, but I gave it theorgymachine up a couple of years ago."
Randy only wondered for a moment why theorgymachine she had drawn out the word "relaxing" when he was distracted by noticing that the same monotonous canned music from the theorgymachine waiting room was playing in here, too. But, by the time that had sunk in, she was already talking theorgymachine again.
"So theorgymachine, I'm glad you theorgymachine agree with theorgymachine me, the secret theorgymachine to overcoming your fear theorgymachine is learning to relllllaaaxxxxx theorgymachine" she said as she brought the sexy holder to her lips and drew in another mouthful of smoke which was then blown theorgymachine, no exhaled theorgymachine, no wait, she blew it right at him, didn theorgymachine't theorgymachine she?
"Agree with you? Wait, when join did I theorgymachine agree with theorgymachine you?" Randy was puzzled now, did she purposely theorgymachine blow that last mouthful at me, and when did theorgymachine he agree that relaxing was theorgymachine important?
Taking note of join his increased confusion, she smiled and said, "Yes, I see that you are coming along quite well theorgymachine now, Randy, as theorgymachine we just theorgymachine relaxxxxxxx together and smoke the special smoke now theorgymachine." Doctor Dominique slowly inserted theorgymachine the shiny holder back between her theorgymachine lips theorgymachine and drew theorgymachine in theorgymachine a mouthful of smoke again. She slowly theorgymachine exhaled it as theorgymachine Randy sank deeper into the trap that was luring theorgymachine him in.
Special smoke? Wait, she is doing the smoking, I'm just sitting here theorgymachine relaxing, I mean waiting to get her to open up while I smoke theorgymachine, I mean she smokes and join I relax, I mean she theorgymachine relaxes. Something strange is happening here I think theorgymachine. Or, don't think, it just feels relaxing theorgymachine, oops, it feels smoky theorgymachine, I theorgymachine mean, it feels so theorgymachine nice. What do I feel? This is just like some all night bender, but I swear I'm sober. Why won't theorgymachine she turn down that stupid music theorgymachine?
"Such theorgymachine a theorgymachine good boy theorgymachine, inhaling and relaxing.....inhaling and relaxing..... inhaling join and relaxing....." she theorgymachine said so enticingly as she removed the incredibly erotic and shiny holder from her beautiful theorgymachine lips and theorgymachine blew yet another stream theorgymachine of smoke directly into Randy's very relaxed face.
Instantly, Randy felt a rush of pleasure fill him unlike anything he theorgymachine had experienced before. It was like an infantile satisfaction that a child theorgymachine receives when he has pleased a parent and theorgymachine been strongly commended and at theorgymachine the join same theorgymachine time had all of the theorgymachine traits of an intensely sexual response from a very aroused adult theorgymachine. A theorgymachine couple theorgymachine more of those would have theorgymachine the effect of creating an theorgymachine addiction theorgymachine and a craving to replicate the requested behavior just to feel it all over again theorgymachine. The perfect form of conditioning; strongly reward the desired behavior and anchor the connection firmly in the person's mind with join strong doses of theorgymachine pleasure. Of course, all of this was theorgymachine operating on a much simpler and more basic level inside Randy 's deeply entranced mind. All he knew was that he did as he was told and he felt fantastic for theorgymachine doing it.
"Good boy theorgymachine."
"I didn't think so. You are a theorgymachine private investigator who theorgymachine has created a fictional illness as an excuse join to see theorgymachine me. If you had requested an appointment with honest intentions, I would theorgymachine have not been so suspicious. But, now you will tell me theorgymachine why you used this ruse to see me." The last theorgymachine part theorgymachine of her comments in no way resembled a question or theorgymachine request. To Randy theorgymachine's hypnotized mind, it carried all of theorgymachine the weight of a four-star general commanding a join private.
"Good boy for join telling me the truth."
"Well, Randy theorgymachine, I theorgymachine shall see to theorgymachine it that you get theorgymachine the signature you needed and that Bobby's debts are paid. You shall collect your finder's fees theorgymachine that you will be only too eager to give to me as a tribute join of your loyalty. But, those shall be the final two cases of your own private practice, as you will be retiring after reporting to your clients theorgymachine. We will theorgymachine help each other wrap join up some loose ends in the lives of two of my slaves. I can use a good investigator theorgymachine, and you have just graduated to a point where you will have theorgymachine only one theorgymachine client for the rest of your life theorgymachine. Your payment shall not be monetary, though, it will be theorgymachine the privilege of being my slave. Now, get up and follow me," she said, rising from behind the desk theorgymachine and leading the perfectly docile Randy theorgymachine by the hand to the side door of her office.
This chair had a smooth latex surface covering a slightly padded frame that was tilted back at about theorgymachine a theorgymachine 45-degree angle. Randy climbed in as theorgymachine instructed and settled back without question. Doctor Dominique theorgymachine had no need for the theorgymachine thick rubber restraining straps theorgymachine that were installed just in case a client managed to resist some part of theorgymachine her induction. In this theorgymachine case, three cigarettes' worth of her special hypnotic smoke theorgymachine removed that theorgymachine possibility for Randy. Just theorgymachine as she had him theorgymachine sit down, one theorgymachine of her nurses responded to the signal theorgymachine button she had pushed. This very theorgymachine attractive and obedient woman was a very well trained nurse before becoming a very loyal assistant in theorgymachine the secret area of this most unusual clinic.
Sitting passively and theorgymachine waiting for instructions of what he was to do, Randy opened his eyes so he could do as he was told. In just theorgymachine a few seconds, a pattern of spinning colors lit up the theorgymachine screen theorgymachine in front of him. Even someone wide awake and free theorgymachine of the theorgymachine seductive influence of Doctor Dominique would have theorgymachine found the rapidly and constantly changing designs to be quite entrancing, but to the theorgymachine deeply hypnotized private detective they were the most beautiful and fascinating images he had ever seen. Over and over the various colors spun around on the screen and theorgymachine somehow managed to flash out of the screen onto theorgymachine the walls theorgymachine and the chair and his totally docile face.
While theorgymachine Doctor Dominique's recorded induction theorgymachine was playing theorgymachine in his ears, it theorgymachine was being theorgymachine joined by something undetectable theorgymachine at first. Somewhere theorgymachine in the first 30 theorgymachine seconds of the tape being started, there was a barely noticeable beat or a hum in the background. As it grew in volume, what he heard in this right ear theorgymachine was theorgymachine a different input from what was theorgymachine flowing join into his left ear. It was like a drum beating or theorgymachine a tone being played, but theorgymachine the two sets theorgymachine of input seemed offset almost like a really fast echo. Randy theorgymachine knew nothing theorgymachine about the science of binaural theorgymachine beats, but they were being used quite effectively theorgymachine on him. This series of tones or pulses join was designed to lower his brainwaves to the theta state with the result being a mind that is completely defenseless theorgymachine and receptive to theorgymachine outside control. Between Dr. Dominique's training in hypnosis, the drugged cigarettes and now the computer-generated program that was theorgymachine being played in front of him, Randy never theorgymachine stood a theorgymachine chance of resisting.
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