Office Furniture Part 5

Office Furniture, Part 5

James smiled as he watched the video. It was a headcam shot showing someone moving through what appeared to be a bank vault using night vision. The person moved slowly and quietly, dodging laser beam triggers and some other things that appeared to be pressure plates. The cam made it up to a section of the vault and then went to work opening a safe deposit box. The person had it open in less than a minute and then proceeded to remove the contents which consisted of cash, and several jewelry boxes. The person put the box back, locked it and retraced their steps without tripping any alarms.

"I must say, your crew's abilities have gotten rather good very quickly Charlotte." James said as the video cut off.

Charlotte smirked as she tapped on a laptop. "This was just a trial run. This box was one of Lisa's in Intersection City up the coast. This bank has the best security of the city, and our plan is to hit it in a month when they get the cash for the ATMs. We are going to clean out the cash and the safe deposit boxes in one go. Should be a haul worth over $50 million."

James grunted and then sighed. "Thank you, Tia, lovely as always." The lovely Asian hacker giggled and got up off her knees.

"Thank you, Doctor, I just LOVE giving you pleasure!"

"I know you do." James thought with an internal chuckle.

Tia joined Shanti, Janice, and Jenna at the table. They had been briefing him on their next crime as well as having fun.

"I believe things are going well for this, you may proceed. Jenna, how is your "other" life going?"

Jenna smiled. "Perfectly. Ms. Liberty has busted a crew of bank robbers and has saved several children from a fire. And we have something set up for when we do the bank job that will place Ms. Liberty here in the city foiling a crime while Ms. Felony helps pull it off."

James nodded and stood up. "Excellent. You are all doing so well with your treatments. I'm so glad this is helping. Now then, I have an important appointment, so enjoy your afternoon. Jenna, you will be accompanying Diane to the club this evening?"

"Yes Doctor, she has some new customers at the club she is looking to induct into the VIP section."

James nodded. Jenna was really saying that Diane had some new rich clients, and she was going to try and get them to hook up with some of her girls as johns. She hadn't failed yet and her client list was already long and full of rich and powerful men (and a few women) in the city. Should anything go wrong, the amount of influence she had would almost certainly guarantee her safety.

"As well as mine." James thought as he stood up and headed out to his office.

He enjoyed the short walk to his office and entered in. Amy nodded as he came in the door.

"Doctor, you one o'clock is confirmed, she should be arriving shortly."

"Thank you, Amy. Send her in once she arrives."

James sat down at his desk and reviewed some paperwork on some "normal" patients. His magical office furniture was very helpful in treating all sorts of issues and James reflected that he had helped more people and made more progress in the last few months than he had in years. Being able to get inside someone's mind and then change what needed changing certainly made his job much easier. He wondered for a moment if this wasn't his way of making up for the other things he had done.

Such as turning his partner from a brilliant psychologist into a gold-digging, super-horny, madly in love with him stripper. Or a Super-heroine into a super-villain, or a rich heiress into a French maid. Or a therapy group into a stable of hookers.

James chuckled and shook his head. "I guess maybe not. Especially considering I have not planned on stopping anytime soon." He thought.

After a bit there was a knock on the door and then it opened.

"Come in please. Have a seat." James called out as the woman walked in.

"Oh. I'm sorry I was expecting Dr. Messher." The woman stated as she walked over and sat down on the couch. She slid off her shoes and lay back.

James sat down and used his magical chair to link to the woman and then said "She is busy, so I will take care of things. You have no issues with that." He pushed the thought of complete and total trust in him into her head.

The woman smiled and said "No, I have no issues at all with that. I trust you fully."

"Very good. Now then Amber, what can I help you with?"

Amber was a very lovely woman. Dirty Blonde, just under six-foot tall, blue eyes, nice, toned figure, great rack. She looked very professional in her business suit and just over the knee skirt. She had her hair up in a bun and set of glasses, giving her a sexy librarian look or maybe a sexy teacher.

Which fit perfectly because of her job. She was a headmaster for an elite school for girls from rich and powerful families. St. Eva's.

St. Eva's had been a finishing school, but had rebranded due to how outdated such things were. Now it was a "Junior College", and did actually provide some classes and college credits. But the reality was it was still focused on teaching young women the arts of being high class. Most girls went for six months or a year, usually right before college.

His partner Diane had been a graduate. As had Amber. In fact, Amber and Diane had gone together and were close friends. Or had been until about a year ago when work had pulled them somewhat apart.

But they had kept in touch, and Amber had started coming by to just talk roughly every couple of months. James had taken over the meeting as he had some plans for St. Eva's.

"Doctor, as you know, I am the headmaster at St. Eva's and our mission is to prepare girls of high society for that society. Our school has been doing so for decades and very successfully. Things are going quite well, there is some stress with some of the girls as they see our program as old-fashioned. But nothing I can't handle. I wasn't here for a regular session really, just to visit my friend."

James focused. "No, you came here for help."

"I came here for help."

"You are having some real issues at work, and you just can't focus anymore."

James pushed thoughts of stress, being tired, confused, and worn down into Amber's head. The confident woman's face grew a bit haggard and confused looking.

"Doctor, I can't seem to focus anymore. Everything seems to be piling up."

James smiled to himself. "I see, well, perfectly normal for someone in your case. But let's get to the root cause. You said some girls think the program is old fashioned. Who are they?"

James felt the frustration and annoyance through the link. The image of a very beautiful young woman appeared in Amber's mind. "Cynthia Barker. She is driving me and the whole staff up the wall." Amber nearly hissed.

James pushed feelings of calm and control into Amber's mind and she quieted down.

"Go on. That name is familiar." James said. He had heard it somewhere before.

"She is a model. One of the top new models in the country. She's spoiled, entitled, and rich. What's worse is that she has no parents to reign her in. Her mother and father divorced a long time ago. He father died several years ago of a heart condition; her mother remarried twice and died two years ago in a car accident. She was driving drunk and took two others in another car with her. Cynthia's stepfather is never around, always off "working" somewhere and she pretty much ran her household. She's smart, and she graduated with honors from her high school, but is constantly bored with life since she has it all."

James carefully probed Amber's thoughts. In reality, Cynthia was just another brat that Amber had repeatedly dealt with. But now James began to twist some things around. He began to push in thoughts of jealousy over how popular and hot Cynthia was, how young and cool, and how much fun it would be to be just like her. Amber was busting her ass for a bunch of spoiled bitches, she was hot too! Why couldn't she have some fun? Why couldn't she hang out with Cynthia and go clubbing and partying and hang out with hot studs and fool around?

James focused more and shoved some fantasies into Amber's mind. Amber, all dressed up to go clubbing with Cynthia, Amber being a carefree party girl, Amber being a model, or maybe a dancer, Amber having wild sex with hot guys. Amber reverting back to being a young party girl, just like she had been with Diane.

Of course, she hadn't been. Oh, she had had some fun, partied and danced, but like Diane she was always more focused. James began to mix them around, making it confusing. Had she been so focused? Or had she partied and been a wild child? James blurred the lines and then pushed in a deep-rooted fantasy that Amber wanted to revert back to being a party girl like Cynthia. Be her BFF. Forget the school and teaching a new generation of girls how to be proper and refined, take those girls out and party, drink, do some drugs, and have some hot sex with hot guys! James made another Amber, the wild party girl Amber, inside Amber's head. And he gave her a voice to constantly cut down the other Amber, talk about how boring she was, how much more fun it would be to be the "cool" Amber and go and have fun with Cynthia.

James made a tutting sound. "Tell me more, what does this girl make you think of? Be honest."

Amber blinked and James forced more thoughts into her head. She began to speak in a bit of a dreamy voice, with her hands drifting down between her legs.

"Well, she's hot. Really hot. The boys fall all over her. It makes me a bit jealous. Well, a lot jealous. I'm hot too! I liked to have fun, but she sees me as an old woman and it's not fair! I could party her ass into the ground if I wanted to! I could model! I could dance, or even strip!" James forced some more thoughts into her head and she giggled. "I get all, um, like confused when I think about her. It's like, uh, my mind is like going backwards!" She giggled again and eased her hand down her skirt and began to finger herself. Her eyes glassed over.

"I mean, like, how totes fun would it be to be a party girl again? Like, hang out with Cynthia and her besties! We could like drink and party. I'd be a cool girl again! Dress all hot and slutty, hook up with some hot boys and have some great sex! I was like a total hot bitch when I was in high school, did all sorts of fun stuff!"

James pushed more new memories into her head of being the bad girl in school, hiding it all from her parents, while sneaking out with Diane every night to party. Having sex with her teachers to get good grades, trying some stripping, being a total party slut.

Amber's eyes were completely glazed over now and she was panting as she worked her fingers. James focused. He hollowed out the old Amber, making her just a shell, a disguise. He pushed the new Amber, the age regressed party girl who thought she was 19, hot, and sexy into taking over. The new Amber was the one now in charge and the old Amber was now just a fake front.

James finished and then sighed. "I was afraid of this. Amber, I'm afraid you are suffering from a form of mental regression. And I'm afraid curing it will be difficult. You are starting to think you are much younger and much more like Cynthia than you really are. In a word, you are having an age regression."

James pushed some thoughts into her head and smiled to himself. "Time for some fun." He thought.

Amber blinked and then sat up. She licked her lips and pulled her hand out of her blouse. She crossed her legs and leaned back, pushing her tits forward. She giggled and said "Really doctor? I'm regressing?" She stood up and swayed over to him, shucking her blouse. She giggled and leaned over.

"Doctor, I'm already regressed. You're too late. I'm a young hottie who likes to party, and this" she said as she motioned over her business suit "is just a disguise. I have to put on a front for the parents after all. But when the day is done? Oh baby, we have some fun." She leaned in and kissed him hard. Her hand lowered down and began to unzip him.

"I don't want to be cured doctor. I LIKE what I am. I was hoping to talk my friend Diane into joining me. She's hot and sexy and even if she is a bit older, she would still be a wild party animal once we loosened her up."

Amber knelt down as she pulled his hard cock out. "Ooo, Doctor! Such a big cock you have! Yummy." She looked up into his eyes with a sultry look and gave his cock a long slow lick. "I'm a bad girl Doctor. Very bad! But it's good for you because I want you to help me out and in return you can fuck my brains out whenever and however you want."

James moaned as she slowly encased his cock with her plump lips and bobbed her head slowly. James let himself enjoy the wonderful feeling for a while. Her tongue wiggled as she bobbed and he moaned as she popped her head up.

"Like, I gotta be an old fuddy duddy dull lady sometimes when I'm not being the real me. And, you can totes help Amber right? You can help Amber fake being an old person, right?"

James nodded. "I could, but it's wrong! You need help, you need to be treated for your mental condition! You need" James was cut off as Amber locked lips with him and straddled him. She had hiked up her skirt and ripped off her panties. She eased down onto his cock and James shuddered as she clamped her kegal muscles tight and began to slowly ease up and down.

"I need, like, to be me! Now, can you like help Amber? I know you can doctor! Thinks how totally slay it will be! Having a hot young thing like me and my BFF Cynthia to party with! We will rock your world Doctor! Maybe I can even get Diane to join in?"

Amber began to speed up and James grabbed her around her waist and began to push up into her. Amber squealed in delight and began to bounce faster.

"Yes! Yes! Yes! Doc! You are amazing! Fuck me! Fuck Amber! Fuck young slutty ditzy Amber!"

James pumped into her for several minutes. He felt her shudder from two orgasms before he finally blew his load on her third. Amber arched her back and her head nearly touched her ass and then she jerked hard and popped off his cock backwards onto the floor.

James sat there and caught his breath. He smiled at his latest creation, the horny teenager Amber. She was lying on the floor letting out an occasional giggle and had a look of complete joy on her face. James stood up and helped her back onto the couch. He wanted to do a bit more adjusting and instructing.

James focused and Amber zoned again. He implanted some more thoughts into her head. She had had wanted to age regress and wanted to stay that way. She was secretly hoping he could help her do the same for her friends and colleagues at the school. She now saw Diane as someone like a trusted aunt, someone she could confide in, but recognized her as much more mature and wiser than she was. Someone who she should listen to. And of course, James was her most trusted adult friend. He had tried so hard to help her, but she was just such a bratty little tart she couldn't be helped. So, she would reward him by fucking him and she of course would always listen to him and obey him like he was her real daddy!

After a bit Amber blinked as James broke the connection.

"Ms. Amber, I'm afraid you are beyond help. Mentally, you are now a high school senior or college freshman, a bratty little tart of a party girl, and horny to boot. There is nothing to do but treat you. And that treatment is to let your mental condition play out. If you focus, you can be normal for some of the time, but you need to revert to your now normal state for much of the time. This will enable you to keep your job, since you are technically an adult you have to have a job. And it is also good for your treatment as your current job allows you to mix with others your mental age and work out your issues."

Amber giggled and licked her lips. "Like, okay Doctor! That's totes cool! Hm, so like, how does Amber do this? Oopsie, I'm totally talking in third person! That makes me sound really dumb! Like, a total bimbo!"

"Well, yes, but not much we can do about it right now. What I do need is for you to focus on being an adult for a bit."

Amber pouted and then got a look of concentration. Her eyes cleared up and she sat up straighter and in a more professional stance. She blinked and then smiled nicely. "Such as this Doctor?"

"Very good. Now then, you need to maintain this mask when working with the school, at least until I can do some things. I am concerned that your mental regression was caused by a disease that might have affected other women at your school, especially older ones. I need to see them and determine if this is so. You can bring them under any pretense, nervous about a visit, meeting an old friend for lunch, idea for the school. Diane will gladly assist you if you need someone to make it believable."

"She will? Oh good, I was hoping so. I very much look up to her and respect her."

"As well you should. In fact, she is suffering from a similar condition and is being successfully treated for it."

"Really? Oh my. I hope she is doing ok. I'm, ahem, having a bit of an issue. I know I'm, um, this" Amber said as she motioned over her body. "But inside, I'm a horny little 18-year-old party girl. Completely." Her eyes glazed a bit and she giggled. "Like totally!"

"Amber! Focus please."

"Oh, right, sorry!" Amber blinked several times and regained her composure.

"Now then, what you need to do is to bring some of your key coworkers and staff to me as soon as possible, and Cynthia as well. I need to speak with her about how she can help in your treatment. In the meantime, I recommend you do some shopping, read some teen magazines, and when alone and in private, be the real you. But remember you must keep this mask on in public."

Amber stood up and nodded. She was the picture of a professional adult woman, excepting her disheveled looks and the scent of sex on her. She began to adjust her clothing as she moved to the door. James got up and opened the door for her. She nodded as she went out, but as she passed close to him, she winked and giggled.

James closed the door and smiled.

"This will be quite fun."

A WEEK LATER

James smiled as Diane led several women into his office. Amber was right behind Diane and she winked at him and gave him a bratty pout for just a second before reverting back to a straight-faced principal. Three other older women and one young women followed her in.

James was sitting in his master chair and everyone moved into the circle of other chairs. Diane sat next to him, dressed professionally, if a bit sexy with a tight blouse and shorter skirt than perhaps normal and perfectly done makeup. Amber was dress similarly but had a set of strappy high heels on and black stockings just a hair away from being slutty.

The other women were the ones James focused on. Kimberly was the school superintendent, slightly younger than Diane and Amber. A redhead with a nice athletic body, she had been on a college cheerleading and dance team. While she didn't have a big rank or hourglass body, she looked very limber. Maxine was a brunette, the oldest, probably around forty. She had her hair done up in a bun and very much had the sexy librarian look going with her glasses and professional attitude. She was very good looking and had a nice flare to her hips and a nice rack. She was one of the teachers, teaching art history, various art classes, philosophy, and also some of the manners and etiquette classes. Natalie was the last one, the office manager/treasurer. She was critical to controlling of the school as she ran everything from the money, to the schedules, to outside access. She was the youngest, but also very smart, and very much a looker, with long, blonde hair, and a true hourglass body kept in perfect shape. She had done some modeling but had become bored with how empty the lifestyle was and was doing this while she worked on her Masters.