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Chapter 13
I don't know why I didn't think of it earlier. I'd tried self-hypnosis last night to help me sleep, and I woke the next morning feeling like a million bucks. It was super easy compared to hypnotizing someone else, and since I was alone and doing it myself, I was in total control. I made myself a good breakfast, and was still early to work, though Desiree always beat me there now. It was almost a shame; I knew I could take her in my office and just absolutely wreck her in any hole I wanted as long as I wanted until my first client came up, but now that I was starting to actually get busy, all my 8:00 am slots were filling up. Monday was the only day still open at 8:00 am, and most of those slots were women that I absolutely planned on leaving with more genetic material in their bodies than when they arrived.
"Good Morning, Mr. Kent," Desiree greeted me. "Is there ANYTHING I can do for you this morning?"
I grinned at the knowledge that "anything" was a very, VERY liberal offer.
"Unfortunately, my first appointment will be here soon." I noted. I was excited about Emma Lindgren; she was the last of Karen's friend group to have an appointment, unless you counted Garret's girlfriend. With me being able to go to the house she shared with Garret, I gave myself a 99% chance of hypnosis and a 95% chance of drilling her before I left that first session.
"It looks like you have two appointments this morning, then you have one appointment at the end of the day." Desiree noted. I could see her slotting her holes into the gaps in my schedule.
"That sounds like quite the day." I chuckled. "I'll be in my office getting ready. Go ahead and send Emma back when she gets here."
"I will." Desiree assured me.
I sat down and pulled up my computer. I had work to do. I'd started laying the foundation for getting some sort of position at the school with Nikki yesterday, but I anticipated some parents would have issues with a young male who hadn't been in the area very long working with the teen girls on the cheer team and drill squad, and their reasons would be totally accurate. I mean, my strict stance of nothing with girls under 18 was going to mean a lot of the girls were likely off the table, but the seniors would be, or were turning, 18 and I definitely had plans for them. That brought me back to their parents. If I thought they'd all come to me privately, for one-on-one interviews where I could interview them all and convince them that they either had nothing to worry about or, better yet, that they wanted me fucking their daughters... Yeah, that wasn't happening. I'd be facing a mob, or at least a room full of parents upset that I was being brought in. Texans were protective of their children, so I'd have to work through that.
Mass hypnosis was tricky and, worse, the best methods took a lot of prep. Luckily for me, I had time to do that prep since I had guessed this was coming. I could rely on attempting a mass induction, but that would be risky. Subliminal messaging, implanted in what most people would dismiss as "white noise" or a busted speaker, was a better option as it wouldn't require willing participation. I also kind of wanted a video presentation of some kind I could use as a trojan horse for my subliminal messaging. Then, with two levels of subliminal messaging, a mass induction would work wonders.
Subliminal messaging was so easy. There were like 4 different ways of doing it, with the easier ones, ironically, being the most effective.
The hardest one, which was completely out of the question for a large group, involved finding a subject's brain wave frequency, and using radio waves tuned specifically to those frequencies with correct wavelengths to try and influence them by messing with these waves, while you interacted with them "normally." It was mostly theoretical, completely impractical, and no one I'd ever heard of actually managed it. So, on top of being too tailored to an individual, it was also still in the early stages. I'd heard there was a guy researching this method, but he'd died and no one had seemed to step into his research, which was disappointing. Could you imagine a device you could hold in your hand to instantly start influencing people? If you could make it strong enough, you might be able to induce hypnosis instantly with a device that theoretically could be small enough to fit in the palm of your hand. Too bad it didn't exist.
The second method, carefully hiding your message in the actual words, like carefully emphasizing specific words in a lengthy speech, was hard to do and took months to get results. Playing with reversed sounds or inverted messages, like when people thought you could get messages by playing a record backward, well, it could work, but it was harder to make happen and took even longer. The reversed message also completely failed on the intellectually lacking, so that was definitely out.
The next option, third, was hiding your message either as a faint background in a visual, or as a quiet undertone with louder sounds cloaking it. These were both harder to balance, and easier to catch. If a word was pronounced too evidently when there was a lull in the music, or if a black bit of screen exposed your message, an observant person could catch on to what you were doing. This method also took way too long to accomplish anything.
The fourth method was the easiest and most effective. You recorded your message in audio format, pitched it up to tones only dogs and other animals like that could hear, and looped it behind whatever you were working with. See, TECHNICALLY, humans can't hear those tones, but that is just the active part of your brain. Your subconscious could still get it and with the blunt repetition, could start swaying you within minutes. Now, just like the others, MAJOR changes would take months; minor changes, just enough to work with a hypnotherapist you didn't trust and legitimately try a group induction? That could be done quickly. The group induction would do the rest.
I'd have to record my audio when there was no risk of a client stepping in, but I could start making scripts. The wording was important.
"Dr. Kent?" A voice interrupted me from the doorway.
The girl standing in the doorway belonged in the movie "Legally Blonde." Blonde carefully maintained hair, immaculately manicured nails, flawless skin, and just... so much pink. I didn't know fashion enough to know brands, but I could recognize an overpriced designer handbag when I saw one. Everything about her said "too much money." I couldn't tell if the breasts, which were probably 34D or 36D, were natural on her or if they'd been purchased too, but she wasn't dressed to show them off too much. Not that they needed help. The only thing that some guys would say disqualified her, was the one thing she couldn't really do anything about. The girl was at least six feet tall. She looked fit, with her skirt tight enough on her thighs that I could tell they were nice and toned.
"It's Mr. Kent. A doctorate is not actually needed to be a hypnotherapist." I told her kindly. "Come on in."
She pranced over, taking rapid, short steps, her heels clicking and just... everything jiggling in all the best ways. She sat and her skirt, which almost came to her knees, probably would have showed off her panties if her legs weren't so long that they kept the light from revealing whatever designer panties she was wearing.
"So you're the amazing mind control wizard everyone has been talking about?" She looked me up and down blatantly. "I can see why they said you were cute."
"I'm glad to hear that." I chuckled. "Now, on to the purpose of your visit."
"I mean, other than seeing for myself if you really can do what the others said you could?" She thought for a moment, tapping her chin and swaying a little bit. She smirked when she caught my gaze sinking to her swinging tits. "I don't know... I put concentration issues down, but I'm not sure if that's the best way to explain it."
"Why don't you start from the beginning?" I urged, struggling to keep my eyes elevated.
"Okay. So I'm 19, graduated high school and my parents want me to go to some prestigious college, but like... What's the point?" She shrugged. "I have money, and if I need more money, I'll just ask mom or dad. Mom complains I wrecked her uterus when I was born, so I'm an only child because she couldn't have any more kids. So I'm gonna inherit everything when they die. I can just let the suits handle the money, live a life of luxury, and never have to work a day in my life. So what's the point in going to college? I mean, I don't think I'll ever get married, because every week my parents are arguing about this or that, threatening to divorce each other. I can't even rely on a prenup, because Dad always says Mom signed the prenup, but Mom says she'll just get the judge to toss it out, which seems to be a thing that happens. Why would I get married if a man can't do anything for me other than maybe give me babies? I can have babies with a boyfriend."
Or your hypnotherapist, I thought gleefully. Of all the girls to just knock up and let move on, she seemed to practically be volunteering.
"So do you have a boyfriend?" I probed.
"Pfft... in a town like this? No. I just came here to get away from my parents. They got me an apartment, hoping the 'down to earth' folk would help me get 'perspective,' whatever that means." She dismissed. "I mean, then Jessica moved down here because I did. Her parents might have only let her because I did, like I give a shit what she does. I mean, sometimes she's cool, but most of the time she's just a cocky pain in the ass."
"So what is it you are asking for?" I legitimately was trying to figure out what she was going for.
"Well, if I don't need money for food or a place to live or fun times with my friends. I don't want a husband. Like, what's the point?" She spread her hands. "I want some kind of purpose or meaning, or mom and dad say I'll just end up another rich bimbo, probably pregnant with God-knows-whose baby and hooked on drugs for some kind of a rush."
Okay, wow. That was actually pretty insightful. She didn't seem like the sort to understand and have studied Maslow's Hierarchy of Needs, but she had basically just blown through all of them. Her physiological needs, and safety needs were pretty much met. She mostly dismissed love and belonging, but kind of acknowledged that she was getting all she really needed from her friends. She obviously didn't have issues with self-esteem and respect from her friends. That left only the highest level: self-actualization, or finding purpose, as the only need she really had to be met.
Of course, her dismissal of a loving relationship was an issue. Love and belonging was important, and she basically threw it aside.
Perhaps this was a perfect setup for me though.
"Let me see what I can do." I told her.
I got her under easily enough. She was surprisingly pliable and took the suggestions immediately and without question as I did my base work, setting up the trigger words, and everything... But then again, was it really so surprising? She had made it clear she was coasting through life, no real purpose, and no real motivation. A ship without a rudder would be easily pushed from its path.
I decided to test how pliable she was.
