In this chapter the horny hypnotherapist Dr D.G. Dalliance meets up with a devil in disguise, a spunky but rather sullied Sally. She's still the talk of her first job workplace,the public library from where she was sacked for her licentious behaviour without a licence. And later, her family trust him to straighten her out. Sally is just too big for her boots, the smart arse with a classy figure but no class at all when it comes to decorum.
And across town tiny Alice, the 4 feet 10 inch 21 year-old part-time model is taking a shower getting ready for tonight's Companion's Corner 'hire a fantasy model' assignment. She's booked to appear before the town's intensely disliked Judge Jurie in a hush hush arrangement that's cost him heaps of money. He likes to keep his own extra curricula and notably nocturnal fetishes secret from the public and he pays well to keep his court room image intact.
The Companion's Corner adult services business though gives him an outlet for his most fiendish fetish and Alice is the archetype of his fantasies. She's just 21, short with a small frame and merely big buds for boobs, a baby-faced good looking gal with a youthful tight figure making her look younger than she is.
Even the judge's first attempt to book her was adjourned for a month because others beat him to it seeking her Hollywood style role playing ability to act out fantasies and leaving clients exhausted but thankful.
Back on song though to kick proceedings off, the deviate Dr Dalliance is studying the background notes on Sally trying to work out why a good looking 5 feet 10 inch tall just turned 18 year-old chick with a sexy 36-20-33 figure and striking tight black curly hair to her shoulders would be so nasty to men. He looks at the picture supplied to him and shakes his head. Even in an earlier family photo she looks hot. You can tell the type just looking at her eyes and her mouth; hot, yes, and the kind of miss even a married man would like to mess with if his missus wasn't making it with him. So pretty, he thinks, and mature enough in the body so why does she act like a brat? He's about to find out.
She's just arrived and he opens the door to a tallish but strikingly attractive brown-eyed young lady whose first gesture is to pop bubble gum at him. She chews on it as he welcomes her. "It's nice to meet you Sally," he says as she cuts him off short. "Can't say the same about you" she says testily and as he ushers her inside he knows the background notes weren't exaggerated about her attitude. "I'm only here to shut them up complaining. You're wasting your time buddy if you think I'll listen to you."
It takes only an instant for him to sum her up; she's not just a smarty pants but likely not to be even wearing any. She's a stand-out prick teaser if ever he met one judging by the way she's dressed and it certainly supports the evidence about her dress sense in the background reports he just read about her. She's wearing a denim micro mini skirt that somehow hangs on her hips but so low it barely covers her pubic bone and he knows instantly it must be shaved or some hair would be showing. 'Provocative dress sense' is mentioned in her behavioural approach and the top she's wearing leaves little to the imagination.
This saucy Sally seems to go out of her way to get her points across whenever she's fronted by someone. She's not wearing a bra under the light grey thin nylon shirt that's tied in a knot below her ample bust line and the points she's communicating is that her breasts are so shapely they speak for her maturity without her saying a word. Even though she was expelled from high school for unseemly conduct before getting a casual job at the local library - it lasted one week - the hypnotherapist can see no respectable business would employ her the way she fronts up. She wears sandals at the end of her long legs with the kind of thighs to make any man sigh and that's just what he does as he watches her sit back in the sumptuous seat he's set aside for female patients he can more easily observe if they're wearing short skirts.
"Armchair seat, eh doc, am I sitting back far enough for you to look up my skirt?" she quips as her way of appreciating the comfortable seat.
"Don't jump to conclusions young lady," he answers, seeing she's wearing a skimpy black lace thong, the micro mini length outfit unable to get past the tops of her thighs and providing a panoramic picture between the shapely legs she deliberately keeps a foot apart.
"Now, let's get down to business Sally, I've been reading reports sent to me by your folks and even as far back as your old school before you were expelled and it's not a good picture of your past I'm afraid. I'm here to help you about your somewhat obnoxious manners and the way you go about flaunting yourself like a girl that hasn't grown up," he says sternly with the need to put more authority into his voice.
You're 18 going on 15 by your present manners, it's nothing to be proud of.
She keeps chewing her gum and blows another bubble at him, making it pop suggestively as if to suggest she likes doing things in front of a man that end in a sudden climax. "Sally, do you mind chewing that gum in such a childish manner, it's quite rude when someone's speaking to you and it's the kind of behaviour I'd expect in the school yard and not here at your age," he says more authoritively.
Sally shrugs her shoulders at him nonchalantly. "Not a bad body though for someone my age, eh? See you checkin' me out, just like all the rest."
"I'll ignore that remark thank you. Now what is it with you young lady that makes you display such disrespect for others? It seems you were like it when you went to school and you were kicked out last year and you're just as bad at home, you haven't got a job yet and already I can see you don't care much to be here right now."
"You got it mister, I'm only here 'cause of the harpin' at home. Besides my uncle brought me here last week I could tell you were the kind of do-gooder that I reckon that secretly likes a bit of young skirt; bet I'm not wrong, that's why I'm givin' you a good look right now; bet you like what you see huh?"
If this saucy Sally's not careful she could end up a sordid Sally, sort of. If he can hypnotise her after the chat's over he'll more than straighten her out. "I can see my dear Sally that you have a tongue that needs put in its place and..."
"You into French kissin' too eh?" she cuts in. "That what you want me to show you, how I do it or is it somethin' else that men like?"
"Young lady! I'm here to help you on behalf of the whole nation the way you are heading and I'm certainly not here to take your back chat. Now grow up and act your age for a change and show me you can demonstrate some maturity instead of this juvenile behaviour."
"Sorry mister, are you askin' me to show ya how big my tits are? That's showin' maturity isn't it?"she says cheekily as she jiggles them in each hand knowing he's already got a hard on behind his nice neat white panama casuals. With an eight-inch plus dick it's hard to conceal. "Hey, these boobs are real. Bet you'd love to get your hands on them," she teases.
He ignores her remark and gets out of his chair parked opposite her long legs and draws the curtains, puts on two table lamps so it's a more subdued setting and goes to his small bar in the corner and pours himself a glass of chardonnay. She watches him without speaking.
"How tall did you say you were?" he asks.
