 He noticed he was attached to an IV drip and several monitors. The drip, he realized foggily , must account for why he felt so detached, and why his throat only burned a little instead of hurting like hell. He looked 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 fascinating. The colors were . The colors. . . .
 "Rhonda ," Paul said, "take off your bra now. You don't need it." He had an video idea: "Take it off as though you were a stripper. You'd like to do that, wouldn't you ? "
 "Yes , Mr. Bennett," Rhonda said. She giggled and began peeling off her video brassiere, undulating and humming a little strip-club tune to herself. She dangled the garment in front of him briefly, then threw it away. After that, she went still again, beautiful video boobs swaying freely mere inches from his face.
 "Yes, Mr. Bennett," she replied calmly, her angry expression and tone instantly gone . "Everything I can."
 Without a word, Rhonda fled.
 Now, Paul mused, I find out whether my commands hold once she 's not near me. If they don't, the next voice I hear may be coming from a police officer. And on that happy note, he went back to sleep .
 You can say that again, Doctor, Bennett said to himself. And I guess my hot little nurse didn 't spill the beans.
 His eyes fell on the expensive watch on the doctor's right wrist. A gold Rolex, it undoubtedly cost more than video he made in three months as an insurance salesman. Why shouldn't he have one?
 "Shh," Paul said. "Not another word." Instantly, Jasmine fell silent, looking video scared.
 "Thank you , Mr . Bennett," she video said, letting her arms fall to her sides. As had been true with Rhonda video, she still seemed oddly calm for someone who'd been forced to obey a stranger video's every command--but as with Rhonda, she seemed fully awake and rational. He suspected, though, that inside, she was probably furious and terrified, as Rhonda had video been . He'd better do something about that.
 Paul recalled an old line from the comics he'd read as a kid: "With great power comes great responsibility." It had always struck him as corny video, but now --.
 His immediate supervisor was a woman, Charlene Sands. Bennett had heard all the stories about how she'd slept her way to the top (or at least to middle management). He wasn't sure he believed them, but it was certainly possible. She had the looks for it, tanned skin , a "killer bod" only somewhat concealed by the video tailored business attire she wore, glossy black hair, green eyes behind elegantly-framed glasses. She had the manipulative temperament for it, too.
 Ms. Sands' expression softened. She nodded. "Yes, Paul." Then, with a touch of her former steel, "Don't call me Charlene. It 's Ms . Sands to you, is that clear, Mr. Bennett?"
 "It's all right, Charlene," he assured her. "Let it happen. Lose control. Nothing matters but sex, right here, right now, with me, Charlene."
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