Chapter 9
It took me nearly a half hour to vent my frustrations into my receptionist after Sarah and Jim left. It had only been a few weeks and I began to wonder if the amount of sex I'd been having since I opened my office was beginning to affect me. Desiree enjoyed it, orgasming multiple times while it took me so long to reach my peak.
"Oh... Mr. Clark!" Desiree breathed when at last I pulled my cock from her cunt. "That was amazing."
I faked a smile, "Well, get cleaned up and get ready for Mr. Wilson to arrive."
Desiree fixed her panties and let her skirt drop, then hurried from the room, a happy smile on her face.
Everything had gone well with the officers. At least, that was my perception. I almost smiled at how easy it had been. I had freaked out about the officers, but now I had them under my control. As I sat there brooding, my email went 'ding' and it was the first email from Jim, confirming he had set up the secret email to report back to me. I told him to make sure he did nothing suspicious that could bring further pressure on this investigation, but to do his best to make sure no one else looked into this.
I was worried about Sarah Hunter. A psychologically damaged sheriff's deputy who seemed to have a vendetta against men. She'd set up her appointment for the first thing Friday morning, so I had four days to figure out how I wanted to approach her issues. I was glad she had taken her suggestions so well, but it had almost seemed too easy.
I started reviewing my notes from my therapy and hypnosis training and found something that made me even more nervous. False acceptance. Some individuals with severe trauma sometimes, as a response to that trauma, would appear to accept suggestions and appear more accepting and docile as a coping mechanism to avoid further trauma. The difficulty detecting this type of trauma response was that many such individuals had such responses embedded in their subconscious, so putting her into a trance would not bypass it the way it got past most of the conscious defenses a person had.
I couldn't believe I had overlooked the possibility of something like this! I had completely ignored the possibility of something like this happening, even after learning about her trauma! I slammed my hands on my desk in frustration. I stared at my screen and my eyes settled on my webcam, which made my mind grind to a stop.
Body cams.
I did a quick google search and yep, they were legally mandated in the state and would be recording the entire duration of their shift. That meant the entire contents of my encounter, including what I'd told the officers to forget, had been captured on video. I hadn't even noticed the little box on their uniforms among all the badges and crap they had on.
I almost jumped up and started pacing when I heard the door in the front room open and James Wilson started greeting Desiree. Of all the times to have to actually work. I tried to put my impending jail time out of my head, so I pulled up my notes on James.
The elderly gentlemen stepped in and we shook hands and he sat down. I struggled enough pulling my brain into the session that James had to ask me if everything was okay.
"Sleep, James, Sleep." I told the man.
He slumped into a deep, deep trance.
I rose and started pacing. I had to think. It had been over an hour since the officers left. If Officer Hunter hadn't actually entered a trance, she probably would have arrested me as soon as we concluded the interview. I had to relax. If I went crazy and did something stupid it could cause enough dissonance between reality and my implanted suggestion to cause the suggestions to be rejected. That could break everything up, Officer Hunter would remember everything and I'd be history. Jail would just be the tip of what happened to me.
I took a few deep breaths. Okay, False acceptance was not highly likely, and at least not complete false acceptance. At least some of what I'd done with Officer Hunter had actually had an effect. So long as it was enough to get me to Friday, I could work with her more. Jim, Officer Woods, had clearly accepted everything I gave him. Though perhaps I should test that. I'd come up with a way to do that later.
The footage on the body cam was problematic. If anyone did an in depth review of that footage, I would be toast. I had serious doubts about that, and if anyone did at this point, it would be Jim. I'd have to make sure that even if he watched that footage, he'd think it was normal. But for now, if I tried to do something crazy, like having Jim delete the footage, it would just throw up red flags even to people not involved in the investigation. A quick search told me that one of two things would happen with that footage. Either it would be deleted in sixty to ninety days if nothing was flagged as important, or it might be held onto for up to two years. I could try to keep my head down for ninety days, but the two years would be a problem. I could maybe ask Jim to tell me which would happen.
Having processed through that, I was able to calm down enough to work through my session with James Wilson. He left and I didn't even want Desiree to come in. I needed to chill.
A glance at my schedule showed I had a busy afternoon ahead of me. I needed to eat some lunch because right after lunch, I had five back to back appointments. I smiled seeing the names: Chastity Moore, Angel Moore, Samantha Moore, Elizabeth Moore and ending with Howard Moore. I had to admit, having the self-isolating family to have my way with and the way I felt taking Liz in front of her husband and making him want me to do it... It made me feel powerful.
Feeling powerful might be exactly what I needed right now.
I told Desiree I was taking my lunch and went out for lunch. I was craving fish. Probably the amount semen I'd been pushing out. Fish had most of the components I needed to replenish. I went for sushi. There was a sushi bar I'd seen just off of main street. It had the hallmarks of being a mom and pop shop that were always the best when it came to asian food. The prices were decent and the sushi was great. I got back with about fifteen minutes before the Moores would be showing up.
I looked at the notes I had. Finally having Desiree's younger sisters' birthdays, I could finally start making plans. Samantha's birthday was August 18th. Today was July 31st. In 19 days, I could make her mine. The twins, Chastity and Angel, shared June 28th as their birthday. So I had a long time before their next birthday would come, allowing me to take them as well. I'd have to start planning my birthday surprise for Samantha.
I enjoyed my little planning and fantasy until I heard the family arrive. I was a little surprised that the whole family came at once, five hours was a long time to sit there.
Chastity was the first to go. We started talking about her hopes and aspirations. It was almost sad, the only hopes and aspirations she had was to marry a handsome man and have as many babies as humanly possible. I could just hear her mother coming out of her mouth, 'a woman's place is to get married and take care of her husband'. I began contemplating the long term.
Eventually, I decided, I wanted a wife and kids. Maybe I'd take my turn with each of the Moore girls and see which one was the best in bed and keep her as my wife and the rest would just be casual fucktoys. That was a great option if I didn't find anyone more appealing.
There wasn't a whole lot to work with on Chastity. I encouraged her unconditional trust in me, and began encouraging a small crush. That would make things easier when her birthday came around. I then started building up her will to ignore anything I was doing with her mother and sisters. I'd be fucking Samantha soon enough that I didn't want her asking questions. Finally, I began laying the seeds of her being okay with me fucking her and as many other women as I wanted. That was something that would probably take time to work through.
