Office Furniture Pt 04

Office Furniture, Part 4

James sighed in contentment. Diane sat back on her knees and smiled up at him.

"Better my darling?" Diane asked as she licked her lips.

"Yes, very much so. I do hate working through lunch, so thoughtful of you to bring me lunch and some relaxation."

Diane giggled and stood up. She glanced over at the couch and nodded.

"I see that the session went well with Isis."

James zipped up his pants and nodded. "Yes, she is fully adjusted now. She will be joining the other girls in your escort business." James looked at the beautiful blonde woman lying naked on the couch with a blissful look on her face.

Isis, or Emily (her real name that she hated) was one of the hottest dancers at the club Diane worked at. After throwing her "business party" several weeks ago, Diane had gradually gained control over the hottest dancers there and had brought them under her management.

Well, under James' control, with a fake shot of "serum" and some "treatment". But since James controlled Diane, it meant the same thing. Isis had been the last one, and now she was fully loyal and willing to do anything she was told.

James had enjoyed her and let her sleep off the fucking on the couch while he did a great deal of paperwork to catch things up. Now that Diane was no longer an active part in the business, all of the more mundane tasks had fallen to him. Diane was fully occupied by managing her girls as dancers and escorts, and she constantly wanted more under her thumb.

James had been busy with the several new women Diane had selected, as well as finishing off the "treatment" of one of her group therapy sessions. Four women, all who now were completely brainwashed into being escorts, and even into thinking they were completely different people.

James chuckled at that. He had done that part as an experiment to see how well he could manipulate them, and he had learned that the sky was the limit. He had Heather, a six-foot tall, Amazon-like blonde, now believing she was a 5 ft, 4 inch black haired Thai girl who just came over from Bangkok. She even saw herself that way in a mirror. And he had turned Daphne, a short, whisp of a Korean girl into a stern dominatrix who thought she was from Romania. James had even started to implant language skills into them, but was having issues as he of course didn't know the language. He had some ideas on how to overcome that though.

But he was now ready for something else.

Diane ran her fingertips over his shoulders and smiled. "You have that look. Another poor woman coming by suffering from Stripperitis? What will this poor sick child become? A hooker? A stripper? A maid? A cam girl?"

James shook his head and smiled.

"No. This one is much different. She is infected but it has had a very odd development. This woman was already distracted. This is causing her to focus hard, but she is having an issue on what to focus."

James opened a file and Diane went "Oh my. Charlotte Payne."

Charlotte Payne was Diane's second "Rich" client. She was incredibly wealthy, not as wealthy as their now maid Lisa had been, but not much poorer. She was married, more or less happily, and was very much the social queen of the city and even state. She and Lisa had not been friends or even enemies, just knew each other given their backgrounds. Charlotte had been one of the few who had stood up for Lisa though.

"So, what is her issue?" Diane said as she sat on the edge of the desk and crossed her long, silk-clad legs in front of James. James' smiled as he ran his hand up and down them, feeling his property and enjoying how Diane sighed at his touch.

"It's the same as when she was seeing you. She's bored. But now with her infection, the boredom is getting really bad. And sex alone won't cure it."

"No excitement to it." Diane said with a bit of a frown.

"Exactly. We've been talking, and I've read all your notes from before. She's done pretty much everything someone can do in her position. She's had several affairs, and the initial excitement wore off once she realized her husband had an affair as well, knew about hers and was letting her have fun. She did some stripping in college, but she discovered her father knew about it and was letting her get it out of her system. Nothing really exciting for her to do. Extreme sports didn't even do it."

Diane nodded. "So, what can you do? Given how Stripperitis works, she will go insane if we don't find that outlet for her."

James smiled. "I have come up with an idea. We will see if it works, I think it just might."

Diane arched a questioning eyebrow and James tutted her. "Oh no, my dear. You get to find out later."

Isis stirred and sat up with a big dopey smile on her face and a glazed look in her eye. Diane stood up and swayed over. "Ah, awake? Very good. Come on, time to get you set up. I have some clients for you all lined up."

"Okay Mystery. Whatever you say." Isis looked at James and smiled broadly. "Anytime you need to treat me Doctor, just let me know."

James smiled. "Of course, my Dear, now go with Mystery and get to work."

Diane led her newest girl out the door and James sat back and waited for Charlotte to show up.

After a few minutes, there was a knock and James got up and opened the door.

"Ms. Payne, thank you. Please come in."

Charlotte walked into the room like a woman who was in charge. James, even now, felt a bit intimidated by her. She was tall, six-foot two, and wore heels always. She was in great shape, and had a perfect hourglass figure, with a set of EEE tits, and long, black, glossy hair, and bright blue eyes. She scanned the room, always looking to see things that maybe didn't make sense or were out of place. She had a bit of a focus on order.

"Good afternoon, Doctor. So, have you any ideas? I have to be honest, I'm getting a bit concerned. I can't sleep very well, and work is getting harder, never mind the social aspects of my life."

Charlotte lay down on the couch and James sat in his chair.

The couch and chair were the reasons James was in this position. A crazy old man, an actual wizard, had given him a magical set of furniture. In the chair, he was able to link into people's minds and alter them. He had used this to cure and fix all his male clients, and had then used it to turn his partner into a stripper and madam. Diane had been a genius of a psychiatrist, but with his magical items, he had made her think she was infected with "Stripperitis" and was incurable. She was now one of the hottest strippers in the state known as "Mystery". She was horny, greedy, manipulative, gold-digging, and sleazy hot, and she was head over in heels in love with him as her sugar daddy and lover. She also now enjoyed corrupting other "patients" of his, she had helped turn one client and her lawyer into French Maids, and a group therapy session into hookers. The old Diane was long gone, and the new Diane was much more fun.

James linked and noted that his programming had held true this time. Charlotte had a very strong will, and James had been interested to see that several earlier attempts to program her had not worked fully. It had taken him a lot longer to get her mind into the current set. James could have powered over her resistance, but he had learned that sometimes was hard to gauge accurately and he could overdo things and even cause issues. So, he had gone slow.

James shuffled his notes and said "I have done some research and spoke with Diane a bit. I have an idea I want to try with you. We spoke last week about your condition and the root cause."

"Yes, "Stripperitis" you called it. I swear, of all the stupid things to get, this has to be the dumbest. But I certainly haven't had any desire to strip or turn tricks."

"And you likely won't. Your issue is compounded by the fact that you have already done something like this before and it's boring. In fact, boredom is the key here. Your focus on order and your rather extreme experiences have put you in a position where you need something new and really exciting. You've climbed mountains, gone on safaris, hunted big game, ski-dived, stripped and had affairs including one where you pretended to be a streetwalker. After all of that, what is left?"

James carefully pushed interest and concern into Charlotte's head.

"You're the doctor here, what is left?" Charlotte asked.

"Have you ever had any desire to steal something?"

James could sense the surprise and a bit of confusion in her head.

"No, of course not. Why would I?"

"Exactly. Why would you? You are rich, happily married, have everything you want at a moment's notice or a phone call. Why would you want to steal anything?"

James smiled as the curiosity flowed through the link. James noted she didn't seem to have an real issue with the idea, it was simply something she had never considered before.

Charlotte's mind was working fast and James noted she reached the right answer very quickly.

"The challenge."

"Exactly. The old saying of it's not the having, but the getting, is the issue here. You can get anything, but how about if you went after something just to see if you could? It would be a challenge. Say a friend's personal jewelry in the secret home safe? Finding it, getting past the alarms, opening the safe, not getting caught, and facing a real penalty if you were caught. Now that is something different."

James pushed interest and curiosity into her head and was delighted to see that he didn't have to push much. This idea WAS something new and exciting. The fact that unlike everything else she had done it was illegal and could see her in jail was even more exciting.

"It appears I may not have to do much after all with Charlotte, she is primed already." James thought.

Charlotte shook her head after a moment. "Well, interesting or not, it's wrong. I'm not a thief."

"You don't have to be. We need to work some of this out of your system or things will get worse. I think that if we try something short of actual theft, it may help."

Charlotte looked at him. "How so?"

"Are you attending any parties this week? At someone's house?"

"I am actually, a birthday party for John Homes. His wife Alanie is throwing it, formal affair."

James smiled. "Perfect. You can do your treatment there. Here's what you need to do. You go to the party, but not as Charlotte Payne. You are someone else and Charlotte is just a cover. You are there to case the joint."

James could feel her interest and he pushed it hard. Excitement, challenge, danger, she was getting excited and James noted she was also getting turned on. She really was a danger junky.

"I assume Alanie has a safe where she keeps her jewels and such when not in a safe deposit box. You need to find it without getting caught. You don't even need to open it, just find it. It's going to be in a private place, somewhere you are not supposed to be, likely there is security, and cameras and so on. You have get around it. If you get caught, well, it will be very embarrassing for you, maybe even get you in a bit of trouble. But no jail time. If all else fails, have them call me and I can explain what the situation is."

James could see that he really had Charlotte's interest. He pushed on her excitement and the challenge hard and her mind swiftly adjusted.

"Hm, strong willed and stubborn, but eager for a challenge. Her mind was very easy to manipulate after I explained it. Very good." James thought.

Charlotte looked eager and excited. "I must say Doctor, this is very interesting. I feel very focused now, and oddly relaxed."

"Your mind needs a real challenge to work on. Now it has one. See how it goes and I'll see you next week." James focused a moment, pushing some sub-conscious thoughts into head. She would feel a huge rush, better than any drug, if or when she found the safe. It would be the best feeling she had ever had. But it wouldn't be enough, she'd want more. Not enough to try anything, yet. But enough to make her want to go a step further next time.

Charlotte got up after James broke the connection and left with a look of seriousness on her face. James chuckled and went back to work.

A WEEK LATER

James smiled as Charlotte lay down on the couch. She was smiling and seemed very happy. James linked and could tell his programming had worked perfectly.

"So, how did it go Charlotte?"

"Oh Doctor! It was WONDERFUL! I've never felt so alive! It was so exciting!"

"That is good. Why don't you tell me about it? Do not leave any details out."

Charlotte smiled and lay back on the couch as James pushed trust into her head and excitement over the retelling.

"The party was three days after our meeting. I couldn't stop thinking about what you had said and so I started to plan. I did some research, looked up the house plans, did some quiet snooping around with some security companies, and a lot of online research. I figured out where the safe likely was, and how it was protected. I was able to get access to their private security firm and get the layout of the system and where the cameras were. It took me three solid days to figure everything out, including my route and how to sneak in some of the tools I'd need. But I was ready when the party happened."

Charlotte's eyes were bright and she was rubbing her hands with glee.

"We arrived and I moved around and encouraged everyone to drink. I was able to spike the punch with a drug called "Happy", ever hear of it?"

"No, I can't say that I have."

"I read about it on a, shall we say, special chatroom on the darknet. It lowers alcohol tolerance in people, so one drink acts as two or three. It also alters the brain chemistry to make everyone a "Happy Drunk". I had taken a counter to it, but no one else had. Soon everyone was pretty buzzed or drunk and laughing and giggling along. I played along and then slipped out with my husband pretending to be horny. A lot of the couples there were sneaking off to have a spot of fun, so no one noticed we had left. It nearly backfired on me as we couldn't find a room to do it in! The first three had people already in them fucking around!"

Charlotte giggled and said "Including Mr. Farbersham and one of the maids, they didn't notice us though."

James chuckled. "Please go on."

"I found a room near where I needed to get to. My hubby was pretty out of it, I had made him drink a lot. I sat him down and blew him and he passed out. I left him on a couch and then got to work. I had modified my dress a bit and had slipped in some items. I had a black nylon body suit and mask that I had worn under my dress, so I slipped out of it and masked up. I had mapped out the cameras and was able to slip past them undetected. I was able to hide in the shadows and a guard walked right past me! I could have knocked him from behind if I needed to, he was so close. I had modified a perfume bottle, and it would work as condensed air with a slight twist of the nozzle. I used it to find a couple of laser alarms and get past them. I then picked a lock to the door of John's trophy room, was able to get around the lasers and found the safe hidden under a trophy mounted on the wall!"

James could feel her excitement. She was practically twitching from the retelling of the story. He pushed the excitement, but also a sense of disappointment. She had gone all that way but had stopped.

Why not open the safe next time? See if she could bypass the alarm, and then crack it? What a fun challenge it would be. James pushed this thought into her mind.

"It sounds like this has worked better than I had hoped. How do you feel?"

"It was so amazing! I've never felt so alive and, um, connected to everything. I swear I could hear better, see better, the feel of the bodysuit turned me on! I snuck back to my husband, woke him up, and rode him like a monster until we both came so hard, we nearly passed out! I never knew crime was such a turn on!"

James chuckled and Charlotte laughed. But then Charlotte got a serious look.

"Doctor, this was great, and it made me feel the best I've felt in a long time. But, um, it's not enough. There is just a bit of me that wasn't satisfied, and that bit is enough to ruin it for the rest of me."

James frowned. "That is unfortunate. I was hoping this would do it. Apparently the mutated Stripperitis has advanced more than I thought it would. We need to up the treatment then."

"Meaning what?"

James sat back and put on his best serious doctor face. "We need you to go a step further. You need to "open the safe" so to speak. Do you have another event that you could attend this week?"

Charlotte thought and then smiled. "Yes, a charity event at the Aberson's this Friday evening. It's going to be a big one, lots of people, lots of stuff going on. Perfect for a cat burglar to make her move. And Mrs. Aberson is known to have a very rare set of jewels from Tiffany's, a collectors' set from when they first opened. She never wears them but will display them sometimes."

"Well, I guess we have our next treatment." James shoved thoughts of excitement, desire, and being sexually turned on by this into Charlotte's head. Charlotte let out a little gasp and rubbed her thighs together a bit.

James also pushed thoughts about going over the line and actually stealing the jewels. James had noted how excited and fired up Charlotte had been over the last event. A lot of that was without his aid. She was a thrill seeker and a danger junkie, and this was the most exciting thing she had ever done. James pushed her right to the line and then left it.

"Let's see how she deals with the temptation. Is she strong-willed and moral enough to deny the opportunity? Or is her desire for excitement and the challenge of such a heist enough to corrupt her?" James thought as he stood up.

"Very well, see you next week."

"Thank you, Doctor, see you next week."

James smiled as she walked out the door with a look of concentration on her face. Amy stood up and walked over to him.

"Doctor, I had a phone call while you were in session from one of Diane's clients. She is wondering if we can get her in for a quick session in a month when she is in town."

"In town? She doesn't live here?"

Amy had a slightly confused look as she shrugged. "Doctor, Diane dealt with this woman personally, nearly always on her own. I don't even have a return number to call. She said she wasn't able to reach Diane on her private number and was not happy that she had changed it. She was acting a bit odd, but I told her I'd pass the message on. She said only her name, Jennifer, and said Diane would know exactly what to do."

James pursed his lips. "That is odd, I will speak with her later tonight about this woman. There is something interesting here unless I miss my guess."

Amy nodded and went back to work.

That night James went home and smiled as Diane greeted him in her working clothes with a big kiss.

"I'm doing a double-shift, a large convention is in town and there are some nice married men I want to tease and hook up some of the girls with."

"Enjoy yourself, but before you go, who is Jennifer?"

Diane stopped dead in her tracks and blinked. "Oh! She called?" She got a surprised look and said in a softer voice "I thought I would never see her again."

"She did call and had apparently called your private number. Amy said she was most upset that you had changed it and did not call her about it. Who is this person and what is the relationship?"

Diane frowned and sat down. "Who? That is a very good question. I'm not sure. She got into my office several years ago without anyone noticing it, including me. I looked up and there she was, just sitting there. She said her first name, and then stated she needed some help."

James sat and motioned for her to continue.

"I didn't know much about what she did, but it was a very high stress job of some kind. Split-second decisions, life and death. She had made a decision, and someone had been badly hurt because of it. We talked and it appeared it was the best call she could have made, but even then, someone was hurt and she felt guilty about it. She felt better after talking about it and asked if I wouldn't mind being her "vent" as she put it now and again. I agreed. She was very, VERY careful about contact. She would contact me on my private line, I'd never save her number, so on. I've seen her about seven or eight times since. Usually the same thing. But over the last year and a half I had heard nothing. I figured she was no longer doing the job, had died, or gotten to the point she no longer needed to vent."